In the next round of attacks, a group of monks worked harder, and another team of monks joined them, and after the red light curtain quickly faded, it did not return to its original state again, but under the attack of everyone, just where the monk was, a long hole was broken, and as the crack became bigger and bigger, and finally with a "pop", the red light curtain dissipated.

"Great, you have worked hard, you can enter through this entrance and exit now, but you must all come out within twelve hours, otherwise this formation will be restored, and you will be trapped inside, don't blame me for being unpredictable. Remember to hand in half of the harvest when you come out, and we will keep our promises. The white-clothed monk stood at the bottom of the cliff, beside a newly exposed black hole, and pointed to the mouth of the cave and said to the people.

The monks couldn't bear it anymore for a long time, and they sacrificed magic weapons one after another. Fang Yan was a little hesitant to line up at the back of the line, and wanted to leave, but there were more than 100 monks in the back, not to mention the good words, in order to keep the secret here, I was afraid that before I could go far, I would be killed by these people.

When he was hesitating and uneasy, it was soon Fang Yan's turn, and in desperation, Fang Yan gritted his teeth, cast a spell to protect himself, and dodged into the cave.

The cave was not long, and soon came to the end, a dense forest under the shroud of red clouds, the dialect thought it was very strange, this place was not like the secret realm he imagined at all, but it was a bit like a scene in the stone forest, except that the towering stone forest was replaced by a towering tree.

This place must still be in the Red Cloud Canyon, but it is surrounded by a formation, and it has not been opened for a long time, as for whether the formation outside is artificially or naturally generated, the dialect does not know, but the dialect does not believe the words of those people, because the secret realm is mostly an independent space, how can it be like such a place that is simply enclosed, and even broken by a group of small monks in the Qi training period.

Fang Yan didn't have much hope for this place, and he didn't want to have any amazing gains here, as long as he could harvest a few elixirs or kill a few useful demon beasts, Fang Yan was satisfied, and he was unwilling to take risks to explore around, he was already very satisfied with the harvest that came out this time, if he hadn't been coerced to come here, he would have gone home a long time ago.

So Fang Yan carefully followed the group of monks, walking slowly through a tall poplar forest, pretending to be a casual cultivator with little experience, and looking around like the little monks.

The poplars here are different from the outside world, and the body of the tree is red, which is thought to be the result of thousands of years of fire and spiritual energy. From time to time you can see tall redwoods in the forest, which would have been cut down in the outside world, and the redwoods of such a year are the best materials for building houses, but it is not worth it for the monks here to take so much effort to take away these red shirts, so although everyone is also sighing, no one goes up to cut a few trees and bring them.

Not long after walking, this team of more than 100 people gradually dispersed, as if as agreed, divided into several teams of twenty or thirty people, marching in several different directions, looking for their own opportunities in this fire-like and gorgeous woods.

Fang Yan's team is the worst team, most of the three and four layers of Qi refining stay in the team, and some of the higher cultivation have chosen to go to other teams, after all, if they encounter demon beasts or the like, the strong team can resist, and even follow some gains, and Fang Yan's team is the least composed of monks, in this place where there may be opportunities, no one wants to be dragged down by low-level monks.

Fang Yan stayed with peace of mind, anyway, he didn't come to find a fate, but he was forced to follow, and it was practical to follow such a team, at least when he encountered danger, he didn't have to worry about his teammates secretly hacking him. Fang Yan was just thinking about how to get out safely, and now he was secretly planning how to deal with those people when he went out.

Of course, this weak team also needs a captain, but unfortunately no one wants to take the lead, and they don't want to bring a bunch of oil bottles. In the end, under the recommendation and persuasion of a group of people, an elderly monk with gray hair reluctantly became their captain, and repeatedly declared that if there was danger, he would do it himself.

There was a look of embarrassment on everyone's faces, and the old monk was too cautious, even if he had this concern, he didn't need to say it explicitly, in fact, everyone knew it in their hearts. Several monks reluctantly played with him, who knew that the old monk said very seriously, since he is the captain, he will take responsibility seriously, find a way to take everyone out, if there is danger, everyone must also bear it together, otherwise it is better to break up. This made everyone respect him, but they didn't know if what he said was true or not.

After walking not far in the forest, someone was lucky enough to find a few spirit grasses, although the value is not high, but it is always a happy thing to have a harvest. The purple-pupiled beast was in the arms of Fang Yan, and from time to time it would remind it of where there might be spirit grass, but with the vigor of Yangyang, even Fang Yan couldn't muster the spirit to find it, and the spirit grass must not be a very good thing.

Walking into a dense bush, the trees above his head were covered with all kinds of wild vines, and the light suddenly became a little dim, and suddenly a monk's eyes were sharp, and there were a few fire vines mixed with the wild vines, and among the various wild flowers that bloomed randomly under the trees, there were actually a few fire Jiao vine flowers.

The monk called out "Fire Jiao Vine Flower", and then rushed out and picked one back, and the rest of the people gathered around to see that this kind of spiritual flower was true. This is a low-level elixir, and the selling price is only a few spirit stones, but for these low-level cultivators, it is also a good harvest, after all, there are still too few rich people like Fang Yan.

Everyone scattered in an instant, looking for this spirit flower, and a few people climbed up the tree along the rattan and searched everywhere. There are also demon beasts in this area, but they are all low-level insect beasts such as pink butterflies, and they were quickly driven away in all directions, and those who didn't have time to escape were killed by everyone.

Fang Yan had no choice but to pretend to look for it, and after a while, he found a few, so he took a wooden box and put it up, and the monk next to him deliberately pretended to be poor and sour, and he couldn't help but pout.

With the harvest, everyone was in better spirits, and under the leadership of the old monks, a group of monks went deeper into the woods. In the dense redwood forest, the rich fire aura makes the monks who do not have fire spirit roots a little uncomfortable, the dialect is fine, there are all kinds of spirit roots, at this time it shows the benefits of the five spirit roots, and there is not much loss of mana along the way, and it is the best spirit in a team of monks.

A few monks are in a state of low spirits, it is estimated that they do not have a fire spirit root, and they are a little uncomfortable with the single fire spirit qi here, and they have to search for spirit grass from time to time, and the mana consumed is too late to replenish, and they have to stop and rest for a while after walking not far, so that the travel speed of the entire team has also slowed down.

A few people in the team complained, but the dialect was nothing, anyway, he had an eye for the harvest here. However, in this way, the team was faced with another separation, and several monks who were eager to gain were clamoring to leave, unwilling to be dragged down by others, and finally everyone discussed and divided into two teams, seven or eight people left the team, and there were only more than ten people left in the team where the dialect was present, and five or six people were the early monks of the third layer.

The gang was not far away, the dialect didn't matter, he was thinking about how to escape from this place, and he didn't pay attention to these so-called gains. A group of people walked forward silently under the leadership of the old monks, and the dialect was arranged to press the formation behind, and he was still considered a high cultivator in the current team, which made him a little crying and laughing.

After passing through the redwood forest, they came to the foot of a mountain peak, which was a large mountain range, stretching at the end of the undulation, but the nearby peaks were not too high, estimated to be hundreds of feet high.

There was another dispute in the procession, some people wanted to walk along the foot of the mountain to find the elixir, some people advocated going up the mountain, so that they could observe what was nearby before making a decision, and the old monk in the lead stood helplessly, waiting for the crowd to argue for a result.

The dialect was not wrong, this team was once again dispersed into two teams, and the coldness of the monk's nature was exposed at this moment, just for the harvest of some spiritual grass, and the so-called mutual help and mutual rescue in danger were all left behind, completely forgetting that at the entrance, everyone had to face the monks who brought themselves and others in. No wonder those people dared to let their own people in to find fate, I was afraid that they had expected such a consequence a long time ago, otherwise hundreds of people would unite, even those late-stage monks would not be able to resist it.

Fang Yan followed the six monks up the hill, mainly because he couldn't find another way out. The mountain was not high, and soon everyone was about to reach the top of the mountain, and there was a huge rock on the top of the mountain, and everyone climbed to the top of the rock one after another, and looked around into the distance. At this time, the purple-pupiled beast in Fang Yan's arms suddenly became excited, and he gestured vigorously to a place below, as if there was something good, and it was the first time it was so happy to enter here.

Fang Yan had to use his divine sense to constantly comfort the purple pupil beast, and it took a long time to quiet it, this spirit beast dialect always felt a little strange, and didn't want too many people to know. Then Fang Yan pretended to walk casually in that direction, pushing aside the dense smacking bushes that grew everywhere, and the monks on the side were also probing.

"Hey, that seems to be the Red Flame Fruit?" said a monk as he looked ahead of the dialect, and everyone looked in his direction, and sure enough, in the bushes, there was a small tree full of red fruits. A group of monks hurriedly gathered around, for fear of being alone by the dialect, and when they approached, it was a red flame fruit, and there were still a lot of ripe fruits on it, enough for everyone present to get one or two.

The Chiyan Fruit is no better than the Fire Jiao Vine Flower, it is an elixir one level higher than it, it can be used to refine the elixir required in the late stage of Qi refining, the Chiyun Pill, the year is more than a hundred years, and it can also be used to refine the elixir of the foundation building period, which is worth thousands of spirit stones. This Chiyan fruit tree is only three feet high, and it has been nearly a hundred years old, and the Chiyan fruit on it is also decades old, and it is very valuable, and everyone is excited to step forward and prepare to pick it.

Suddenly, there was a scream of "ah", and a monk on the third floor who was walking in front had just picked the fruit with his hand, when he was hit by a cloud of purple light from the bottom of the tree, and he immediately covered his right hand and fell to the ground. A few people around him hurriedly retreated, and the old monk dragged the wounded monk back to the rock.

"It's fire poison, it looks like it was hit by a fire toad beast. "The old monk is very experienced, and his face is difficult. The injured monk's right hand was all bruised, and his arm was still emitting a trace of white smoke, and everyone gasped when they heard it.

The Fire Toad Beast is a well-known second-level demon beast, only a monk in the foundation building period can deal with it, and his own cadre, where will he be an opponent, and he will only deliver food when he goes, but fortunately, it is not chasing, and it is guarding the Chiyan fruit tree. The injured monk hurriedly swallowed a pill of fire repellent, which could not heal, but it could temporarily suppress the injury.

"Daoyou's injury, this fire toad beast should still be a young beast, otherwise I will still have my life. I don't know how many people dare to try with the old man, drive away the fire toad beast, and get the fruit of that tree?"

As soon as everyone heard this, they looked at each other, but Fang Yan thought it was a good idea, so they agreed, and the other two nodded after thinking for a while, and the other two and the wounded monk did not dare to take any more risks, so they gave up their hands and left.

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