The mountain streams and ravines in the Burying River are densely packed with ravines, and they squeeze each other to present a strange sight. Often, many necessary roads can only be passed by one person, and even if Chang Xi passes here, he is very careful.

Since Chang Xi entered the Golden Pill Realm with half his foot, the boiling power of the sea of ​​blood has soared to a terrifying 70,000 kilograms. However, in such a narrow mountain stream, it is difficult to even swing a fist, and even if he has the strength, he cannot use it. Fortunately, there is an eagle patrol and hovering above his head, and the person and eagle are constantly exchanging information deep in his mind, and they are still at peace along the way.

Burying Guchuan is the foundation of the flesh and blood bones of countless disciples of the sect who fought here hundreds of years ago. Attracted and nourished by the essence of flesh and blood, there are countless powerful monsters and rare herbs in Burying Guchuan. The outer edge of Burying Guchuan has been baptized by countless treasure hunters for many years, and even the grass is captured.

Chang Xi was unwilling to waste more time on the periphery. If he could find a tequila in the periphery, he would be a ghost. He immediately took out the map to confirm the target direction of a dangerous situation, and his body flashed and disappeared in an instant.

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"Old Fang, is this road right? Why do you feel something is wrong?"

In the dense forest deep in the Burying River, five men and women in costumes slowly advanced in the waist-deep bushes. A man with a bearded man with a tiger back and a bear waist walked in front with a heavy sword to cut off the thorns along the way. A young man dressed like a ranger in the team was nervous with a sword in his hand, staring at the surroundings, for fear that a powerful monster would suddenly take him away.

The old man, known as Old Fang, walked in the middle of the team, stroked the white beard that he deliberately set on his chest, and his face was clean, and he looked a bit like a fairy-like appearance. He had the cultivation level of the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm and laughed. He enjoyed the wonderful feeling that others admired him.

Old Fang said distractedly: "What's there to make a fuss about? This road is the only way to the Poisonous Chi Forest. Isn't it natural to have some poisonous substances and miasma along the way? There are many rare poisonous weeds outside that are rare outside. All the plants can be sold at a good price in the market, but you can't go too late."

After hearing this, You Xia'er felt relieved. After all, it was extremely dangerous to mix it with his minor cultivation level in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. He felt a little regretful. If he had known it, he would have been so excited about this Burying River.

He had only known that there were many secret treasures in the Burying River. Any one of them could make him a hero. However, when he got to know the story of a few people, he realized that there was a hidden crisis under his feet. If he was not careful, he would stay here forever to become a nourishment to Burying River.

The beautiful woman walking next to the Ya'er suddenly laughed so hard that her plump body shook like water waves. She licked the corners of her scarlet lips and said, "The man in black fox fur I saw just outside the Burying River is really handsome. She was so handsome that she was so handsome that her hair was like a sword and her eyes were like a star. If I could be with him, it would be better for this trip."

The bearded man walking in front of him spat hard on his palm, dancing the slashing sword weighing a hundred pounds to make him say: "Miss Du, you are too arrogant to look at that little white face. It's just an early winter, just wearing a fox fur. Maybe he's a sick man pretending to be a sick man. I'm afraid he'll be on your body and be in trouble before he can take a breath. What's the point?"

Another knife cut the thorns blocking the road into several pieces. The bearded man straightened his waist and said: Instead of being cheaper than the silver spear and candle head, it is better to let me be your cheap husband. A lazy cart will ensure that you can't get off the bed for three days and three nights."

Madam Du, who has practiced the phoenix god combination, has all his cultivation from the yin and yang fusion. He has long been famous, and there are countless ministers under her skirt. She pointed to the stingy man and said, "Gongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkongkong

The golfer beside him looked at his nose and his nose. Although the body of the woman who was shaking step by step was plump and tempting, he had a rare self-knowledge with a slight cultivation. He dared not have any beautiful ideas about Miss Du. It would be enough to just fill her eyes quietly.

But behind him, a head with two scabs burned with ring scars rose and fell, and was wearing a robe that was all over the shoulder and held a five-foot iron Zen stick. The little monk put his palm in one hand and chanted in a straight look on his chest, saying: "Do not look at it if it is polite, do not listen if it is polite, do not speak if it is polite, do not move if it is polite."

Madam Du pressed one hand on the little monk's head and yelled, "Little monk, I have a lot of clothes on my body. Do you want to tell me why I should not treat it inappropriately?"

The little monk twisted his shiny forehead and couldn't break free from Madam Du, so he had to say helplessly: "Female Bodhisattva, please respect yourself."

Madam Du was slightly stunned. It was the first time she heard from a man's mouth that she was called kindly like a female Bodhisattva. She covered her mouth and chuckled, and did not continue to bully and rub the little monk's naked and fun head. She only opened her red lips and sighed meaningfully, "It's a pity that monks don't know the taste of meat."

The young monk was puzzled when he heard this. After the Buddhist disciples practiced to the foundation-building realm, they did not abstain from meat. How could they not know the taste of meat? Just as he was about to defend himself with Madam Du, he really knew what meat tasted, he suddenly remembered the golden and jade words that the master told him a long time ago not to argue with the woman, and murmured and chanted Amitabha Buddha and stopped talking.

Old Fang suddenly tightened his face and suddenly stopped with the little monk without any warning.

Although the bearded man and Madam Du talked all the way, their minds were always tense. The five people who were moving slowly noticed the strangeness of Mr. Fang and the young monk, and quickly stopped together.

The golden cicada-son mother blade appeared quietly in Madam Du's hand, and she lowered her voice and asked, "Old Fang, little monk, what have you discovered?"

Before Madam Du finished speaking, a large shadow suddenly cast on her head. Everyone looked up and saw a huge moth with four wings blocking her vision. The sunlight shot through the colorful and thin wings as thin as cicadas' wings in the eyes of the five people. Everyone felt their eyes were dry and unbearable, and they couldn't help but feel shocked. The poison on this moth was so domineering that it could infect the toxins even in the sight.

The toxic moth was obviously in a very bad mood, and the glory flashed on the iris in her eyes. These five humans looked sneaky and were sneaky. The sword boy who broke into the poisonous pond just now and was chaotic. They must have been all the same thing, making them uneasy!

The moth raised its head and roared, and swung its colorful four wings to spoil the spoiler powder. The powder floated and stained on the thick trees. In a few blinks, the giant tree dissolved into a pool of black water, making no one under the tree stunned.

"Run away!" Old Fang roared with a duck's voice, spread his legs and ran in front.

The poisonous pool forest is a dangerous situation surrounded by the valley. The poisonous fog never dissipates all year round, and has cultivated many poisonous weeds and poisonous substances that are rare in the world. However, Chang Xi did not hide or avoid the poisonous substances when facing the poisonous substances. His steps were steady. The sharp sword energy roared and dispelled the poisonous fog ten feet around him. He stepped past several huge corpses of poisonous moths at his feet. The golden blood qi kept swelling. He was wearing a black fox fur and was like entering a no-man in the poisonous pool forest.

Chang Xi came here with the idea of ​​not letting go of any danger. He encountered a few moths full of poisonous and colorful. Unfortunately, the poisonous miasma and powder faced the golden blood that restrained all the poisons in the world without any achievements. He was easily killed by Chang Xi, and one or two left escaped from the poisonous pond forest. Naturally, he would not be bored to do the killing of everything.

The Poisonous Pond Forest was not large and the search was soon completed. Sure enough, no trace of the agave was seen. Chang Xi was not angry either. As the saying goes, good things are too hard. If he can really find them in one go, he might even doubt whether it is a trap.

There was nothing else in the poisonous pond forest. Just as he was about to leave here, the entire bone-burning river suddenly vibrated, but it fell silent for a moment.

Chang Xi narrowed his eyes slightly. He had such a vibration just now on the way to the Poison Chilin. The vibration is obviously much stronger than the last time. I wonder if there is a strange treasure in the Burying River about to be born, or if there are any other dangers.
Chapter completed!