Meng Qi and Yan Rong flashed a trace of joy in their hearts, facing the four silver disciples, they didn't even have the ability to resist. But if Xue Wenrui can be recognized by Qing Jie, they will have a strong ally.

Xue Wenrui didn't have the heart to pay attention to the thoughts of the few people around him, his steps "kicked and kicked", and he retreated several feet in a row, his chest rose and fell violently, and his blood surged wildly.

"Well, the strength is not bad!It's a lot stronger than that wolf!" Qing Jie didn't continue to shoot, the giant wolf obviously didn't come, and he wasn't sure to break through that level, but if this Xue Wenrui had that strength, he didn't recommend taking him, "Do you know what kind of ability we like that wolf?"

"I don't know! Please tell your seniors!" Xue Wenrui tried to calm the blood rushing in his heart.

"There is a level in that secret vault that requires a monk with extremely strong recovery ability, and that wolf's 'Holy Light Eye' just happens to have a self-healing effect, so I invited him, can you do it?"

"Self-treatment?" Xue Wenrui was stunned, thinking that the giant wolf obviously didn't come, and it was estimated that there was really only a dead end when he came, "I once mistakenly took an elixir in Xia, and its self-healing ability is very good, is this counted?"

"Oh!" Qing Jie's eyes showed joy, he didn't care at all about what Xue Wenrui said about "taking the elixir by mistake", among the hundred demon beasts, I was afraid that forty or fifty of them had embarked on the path of cultivation because of taking the treasures of heaven and earth.

"I'm going to try, if it's true, I can take you with me!" Qingjie's face softened a lot.

Xue Wenrui was also very refreshing, "Okay!"

At that moment, Qing Jie took out a knife and cut Xue Wenrui's arm a few times. The knife was very sharp, and Xue Wenrui's arm that couldn't be broken with a low-grade magic weapon was casually cut open with three deep wounds that could be seen to the bone!

The flesh and blood qi in his body was bubbling in the Haotian meridians, and the three wounds on his hands slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a cup of tea, the three wounds had been stitched up, and only three black silk threads remained.

Several people's faces showed shock, this recovery speed was too rebellious! That Mo Zuan was even more greedy, if he could devour the blood of Xue Wenrui's body, although he could not reach Xue Wenrui's level, he could also greatly increase his recovery speed.

"Not bad!" Qing Jie's face showed satisfaction, "Although it is not as good as that wolf, it is almost the same." Since you have the ability, come with us!"

At that moment, under the leadership of Qing Jie, several people marched in the direction of the 100,000 Mountain. Although they encountered a lot of fourth-level demon beasts on the way, they were not vulnerable at all in front of this strong team.

Although Mo Zuan himself is a demon beast, he has no pity for his kind, and every time he takes the initiative, he will put away all the valuable things after killing.

Ten days later, the seven of them finally came to a valley, which was very large, hundreds of miles long.

The name of this place is "Seven Finger Mountain", and the valley is surrounded by seven mountains like the Optimus Pillar, and there are deep and narrow passages between the mountains. The peaks of the two large mountains in the south have collapsed, nearly 100 zhang shorter than the other five mountains, and the cracks are full of fine stones, as if they have been eroded by wind and rain for many years.

Due to the obstruction of the surrounding mountains, the valley is filled with smoke all year round, and there is no daylight. The smoke was also filled with poisonous miasma, which not only blocked all kinds of demon beasts, but also blocked the monk's divine sense.

Xue Wenrui estimated that the cultivators below the Spirit Crystal Realm could not detect a single inch at all.

The seven people rushed into the smoke, and the trace of poisonous miasma was blocked by the bloody aura on the seven people, and they could not get close to everyone.

Entering the valley, there was a completely different scene inside, full of dead branches and rotten trees and the bones of various demon beasts, not even a trace of green could be seen, not even the shadow of a reptile.

Falling to the ground, although the divine thoughts of Mo Zhuan and the others were much higher than those of Meng Qi, they were also shrunk in this poisonous miasma. Mo Zuan swept away the miasma floating in front of him in disgust, and shouted to Yan Rong: "That poisoner, quickly take away these nasty gases!

Zou Yun and the others also turned their heads and looked at her, as if asking if she could do it.

Yan Rong heard this, and his face suddenly turned ugly. She hesitated for a moment before whispering, "I'll try as much as I can!"

As she spoke, she stepped forward, took out a red pill, swallowed it, and then closed her eyes, pinched the recipe with both hands, and recited the incantation silently in her mouth.

After more than a dozen breaths, she raised her head suddenly, opened her eyes, opened her mouth wide, and sucked violently at the rich poisonous miasma!

The poisonous miasma was suddenly stirred, and then like a trapped beast that had found an exit, it rushed towards Yan Rong's mouth.

In the whole valley, in the midst of the smoke and clouds, and in the churning sea of fog, there was a whirlpool that swirled downward, and all the mist was close to the whirlpool, and was continuously sucked in.

Yan Rong maintained a posture like that and insisted on it for half an hour. As she inhaled more and more miasma, her face flushed, then blue again, and finally purple.

"Poof!" Yan Rong spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body staggered, and he almost fell. Meng Qi hurriedly stepped forward and helped her up.

Mo Zuan ignored Yan Rong, in his eyes, the weak were not worthy of sympathy. He looked at the remaining miasma, which was less than half of the miasma, and said to Zou Yun and the others: "Come, let's do it and clean up this nasty smoke!"

With that, he began to cast a spell, and in a few moments he conjured a large hand, stirred it in the smoke, and then threw the clouds of smoke out of the mountain.

Zou Yun and the others didn't dare to slack off, and they started to do it one after another. Xue Wenrui didn't do anything, so Mo Zuan obviously didn't tell him.

It only took a cup of tea to clear the smoke and miasma in the valley, and everyone stood in the valley, and finally they could see the seven peaks full of verdant greenery.

Mo Zuan clapped his hands with satisfaction and took a deep breath of fresh air: "That's cool!"

But suddenly, he dodged in front of Xue Wenrui, Xue Wenrui's heart was shocked, and he wanted to use the Silver Moon Void Step to dodge, but he stopped.

Mo Zuan grabbed his clothes and lifted him up: "Why didn't you make a move just now?

Xue Wenrui felt inexplicable, did the other party just say that he would let him make a move? It seems that this person is really moody, but he is not afraid at all, and said with a flat face: "The senior didn't let me make a move just now!"

"Then did I ask you not to make a move? I have made a move, but you still don't make a move! Could it be that I am a junior, and you are a senior?" Mo Zuan pressed forward step by step, and the bloody aura of the half-step fifth-order wrestler pressed Xue Wenrui's face pale, his bones gurgled, and the muscles of his whole body trembled involuntarily.

"You madman!" Xue Wenrui shouted angrily in his heart.

"Damn, call Lao Tzu crazy, you die!" Mo Zuan didn't care about Qing Jie, who rushed over to stop him, and smashed his fist towards Xue Wenrui's head.

A trace of disdain flashed in Xue Wenrui's eyes, and as soon as Mo Zuan noticed the strangeness, he heard Xue Wenrui shout: "Drink!"

It was the sonic attack spell in the "Courage Breaking Style", although Xue Wenrui only used six points of divine thought, but his divine thought was comparable to that of a mid-stage cultivator, even if it was sixty percent, it was not something that this Mo Diamond could withstand.