This is a slightly wide cave, surrounded by large and small caves, and a little exploration of the divine sense will find that there are many demon spiders hiding in it, or going deep into it to feed. Fang Yan sensed behind him, and the two people who were chasing him were only dozens of feet away from him, but he still slowed down a little, making a look of lack of mana, and waited for them to catch up.

The two soon chased closer and closer, and Fang Yan jumped into the depths of the cave, and the two behind hesitated slightly, and the monk who was injured by Fang Yan gritted his teeth and chased after him, and the other monk had to follow. When they reached the middle of the cave, the two saw that the dialect running in front was getting slower and slower, and the mana was already a little unable to keep up.

The eyes are about to catch up, and the magic weapons of the two are ready, and they are about to leave their hands to attack the dialect. Suddenly, the dialect in front of him ran and ran, and disappeared strangely, and a few fireball talismans suddenly appeared in the air, and after a few "booms", the cave suddenly became lively.

The two of them subconsciously stopped their steps and dodged the bursting flames of the fireball talisman, but the rustling sound that sounded in the cave instantly made the two of them scatter, only to see angry demon spiders everywhere, surrounding them from all directions.

The two of them immediately went back to back, using all their strength to resist the attack of the spider swarm, and while scolding the dialect, they couldn't figure out what spell this treacherous boy used, and they actually disappeared out of thin air in front of the eyes of the two. The attack of the demon spider was strong like a wave, and at the end of the day, there were countless hungry demon spiders swarming outside the cave.

Soon the monk who followed behind let out a scream, and in an instant he was trapped by the spider swarm, and then he was wrapped in a large white cocoon of spider silk and dragged into a cave. Fang Yan hid in the space, squatting on a fragrant fruit tree, and was secretly poking out a divine sense to observe the situation here, and the person couldn't help but grin when he was killed, let him calculate in every way, and he didn't fall into his trap.

The monk who was injured by the dialect is very skilled, and the magic weapon is not sharp, but the skill of the talisman is extremely clever, and after fighting for so long, he actually relied on the power of the talisman to attack and defend without leaking, without revealing any flaws, and he can also kill a demon spider from time to time, and the talisman is thrown out one after another as if he doesn't want money.

Fang Yan couldn't help but secretly admire it, and secretly rejoiced that he didn't confront them head-on, but chose to use this despicable method, otherwise these talismans would definitely make Fang Yan drink a pot.

The monk resisted for a long time, killing more than a dozen demon spiders, but unexpectedly aroused their ferocity, and surrounded them more fiercely, one after another spider silk, a cloud of venom mixed with the poisonous claws in the sky, although it was always blocked by a series of talismans, but more attacks hit the besieged monk.

This scene even the dialect was terrified, the monk was even more frightened, the consumption of a large number of talismans for a long time finally made him unbearable, except for the invisibility talisman and other talismans that had nothing to do with attack and defense, the rest of the talismans on his body were no longer half-open, in the face of the demon spiders attacking closely around him, even the invisibility talisman was useless, and he could only rely on his own mana to resist to the death.

After a pillar of incense, the monk was also killed by the spider swarm without any suspense, wrapped in a large white cocoon and dragged into a cave. Fang Yan secretly wrote down the location of the cave, not to rescue him, but to remember his talisman technique, which was the most proficient monk Fang Yan had ever seen.

Soon, the cave gradually calmed down, and the demon spiders crawled into their burrows. The Divine Sense probed, and the dialect crept out and crept into the cave into which the monk had been dragged into.

The cave is very dark, and the situation inside, the dialect does not dare to take out the fluorite, for fear of disturbing the demon spiders here. Let go of his divine sense and carefully probe the items in the cave, only to poke out thirty or forty zhang away and find the white cocoon, fortunately it was not dragged too deep, otherwise it would be difficult for the dialect to go inside.

Then Fang Yan released the magic vine, climbed over a little bit against the cave wall, and encountered the white cocoon and rolled it a few times on it, the magic vine slowly suspended the white cocoon in the air, and quickly pulled it towards the dialect with a "whoosh", and then Fang Yan grabbed the magic vine and disappeared in a flash, a blue orb on the ground, which happened to be covered with a small animal skin, in this dark cave at all. There was a commotion in the cave, a rustling sound was heard, and soon it calmed down again.

The dialect in the blue bead space was smiling from ear to ear at this time, holding the monk's storage bag in his hand, squatting on the fragrant fruit tree and dancing, unable to restrain his excitement. There are a lot of things in the storage bag, there are nearly a thousand spirit stones, a lot of pill spirit ore and various materials, but these are not the ones that make Fang Yan the most happy.

What made the dialect unhappy was the only dozen or so talismans left in the storage bag, and two of the several jade slips. Before he died, the monk used up all the talismans that could be used, leaving only more than ten magic talismans and seven invisibility talismans, which were exactly what the dialect needed most, especially the invisibility talisman was just right for another trip to the lair, and searched all the remaining soil pits to find more red pills, so that his pure yang gong cultivation would no longer have to worry about the future.

Among the two jade slips, one records more than ten methods of making talismans, and the other is the monk's experience notes, which record in detail the various experiences and lessons of making talismans, as well as some skills and experiences in the use of talismans.

Although the time of dialect cultivation is short, there have been several experiences and opportunities, and there have been several big gains, among which the materials required for making talismans are extremely large, and the dialect is also impressed by the benefits of talismans, and he has long wanted to make talismans himself, because many talismans that are very useful to him are difficult to buy even flower spirit stones.

Now it's okay, all the problems are solved, as for whether he can be proficient in the way of the talisman, the dialect is not too worried, the clever talisman maker is just a higher rate of talismans, anyway, the dialect is just made for his own use, and he didn't think about relying on this to earn spirit stones, and even in order to make useful talismans, it doesn't matter if he sticks some spirit stones upside down, just sell some spirit herbs and elixirs.

Fang Yan happily stood up from the fragrant fruit tree, and his divine sense poked around, dodged out of the blue bead space, and after leaving the white ball in place, he carefully returned to the original passage. On the way to the lair, Fang Yan walked quickly, and at the same time let go of his divine sense to check if the late-stage monk had caught up with Qin Ruo, but don't meet him here again.

Coming to the demon spider's lair again, Fang Yan searched in the pit with ease, anyway, there were enough invisibility charms on his body, and when he was about to run out, he hid in the space, took a picture of the invisibility charm in it and came out, seven charms were enough to search this cave by himself.

After an hour or so, Fang Yan searched all the places, and in order to avoid alarming these young spiders, Fang Yan just picked up the red pill and several more valuable spirit mines, although this was a big gain.

More than 20 red pills, plus more than 30 in total from before, a golden flame stone and a fire crystal, and several fingernail-sized fire attribute refining materials, which are commonly used refining materials when refining magic weapons and spirit weapons, can increase the power of fire attribute attacks, and are all equivalent to medium-level spirit ores, and their value is not low. I also found a lot of fire attribute and earth attribute spirit stones, and the low-level dialects were not taken away, but more than ten large and small medium-grade spirit stone mines were put away, and there were two unknown spirit mines, and the dialects were also put into storage bags, maybe when it would be useful.

Only four invisibility talismans were used before and after, and there were three left, and the dialect was not dissatisfied, and the steps were much lighter. With the harvest, it is natural to escape, Fang Yan followed the original way back to the canyon, there was no trace of the two of them along the way, I don't know where they fled after one by one.

Fang Yan lowered his head and thought about it, but for the sake of safety, he took out a suit from his storage bag and changed it, and continued to walk along the quicksand river with a new look. After walking for a long time and not finding anything, the sky gradually darkened, and there were no monks nearby, probably many monks left before dark, and not many spent the night in the canyon.

At this point, the dialect is not worried, there is a blue bead space in the hand anywhere can rest for a night, at this time the dialect also felt a little tired, set off to now has been more than a day without rest, just found a very ordinary, small space cave, the blue beads hidden in it, and then covered with animal skins, people hid in the space, nested on the carrot fruit tree to sleep for a night. Although it is uncomfortable to sleep in a tree, it is better to be safe.

Early the next morning, Fang Yan sat up with a sore body, rubbed his slightly swollen neck, took out the dry food from the storage bag and ate it in a big gulp. After sitting for a while, Fang Yan habitually leaned out of his senses, and when he found that there was nothing unusual, he flashed out, looked around quietly, and then took out a map.

The dialects in this vicinity have also searched a large area, but no trace of the purple-spotted ink viper has been found so far. After searching on the map for a while, the dialect re-identified a place, which was a rocky beach not far from here, and the map indicated that there were often purple spotted ink vipers there.

The dialect continues in the direction of the quicksand, and after a short distance ahead, you can turn right into a large canyon full of gravel, from where you will find the rocky beach. The dialect walked all the way very fast, and although there was not a trace of coolness in the canyon in the early morning, it was not too hot, so the dialect took advantage of this time to hurry and rushed away.

Soon the sun rose, and Fang Yan had just come to this rocky beach, and the morning sun was shining hotly on his body, and if it weren't for the ice jade body, his whole body would be sunburned and smoking. The rocky beach lives up to its name, with a large expanse of red sand and gravel as far as the eye can see, and the eyes are full of red gravel, and layers of air rise in the sun, and the oncoming heat wave almost overturns people.

"How can there be demon beasts in such a place, or is it a place where python-like demon beasts like the Purple Spotted Ink Viper are haunted, there is no mistake on this map, right?" Fang Yan was a little suspicious, if it wasn't for demon beasts, ordinary beasts or mortals would probably be steamed directly here.

Looking around, there was the same red sandstone everywhere, and there was nothing special about it, so I chose a random direction and continued to walk forward, aimlessly on this rocky beach, looking for traces of the purple-spotted ink viper. After walking for a long time, Fang Yan took out the map again, wanting to confirm again whether he had made a mistake, in this boundless rocky beach, not to mention the purple spotted ink viper, there are not even demon beasts.

The dialect looked up and hung in the sky with a round of red sun, through the red clouds that spread everywhere in the sky, the morning sun was like a round of blood-colored sun, shining a terrible blood-red light. Fang Yan calculated the direction, and went straight to the northeast, gradually coming to the inner perimeter of the rocky beach, and entering a large stone forest lined with huge stones.

This is said to be the place where monsters are most frequented, and it is very likely that the purple spotted ink viper will live in it. Fang Yan took out the flying sword and walked slowly into the stone forest, with a magic vine rolled on his wrist, and an ice shield talisman in his left hand, which Fang Yan specially bought before he came, and it was the standard equipment of the demon hunters in the Red Cloud Canyon.

Entering the stone forest, the temperature was suddenly cooler, and the huge red rocks scattered everywhere blocked the sunlight overhead, while the red clouds in the air seemed to be pressed down all at once, and fell on the stones, as if a roof had been installed for this stone forest.

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