Sitting on the back of the briquettes with the flesh pads is definitely more comfortable than Ning Chen sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Keep spitting out!
Ning Chen exhaled, the tip of his nose twitching.
Gradually, the surrounding poisonous mist was stirred up and was inhaled by Ning Chen. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the mist that originally obscured people's sight was quickly dissipating, and the view ahead became clearer.
Until there is no more poisonous gas in this swamp.
Immediately, Ning Chen burped, quite satisfied.
After absorbing the spiritual energy contained in the poisonous mist, his strength recovered a lot. In the next period of time, Ning Chen did not have to worry about insufficient spiritual energy.
This time he came to Lingnan, even if he didn't gain much in the Ailao Mountains, the gains here alone made his trip worthwhile.
It took hundreds of years for this poisonous gas to reach this scale.
Now it was all sucked dry by Ning Chen in just a few minutes.
It would take at least hundreds of years for it to return to its previous scale, to the point where poisonous gas blocks the sky and makes it difficult to see ahead.
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At this time, even the poisonous gas inhaled by Briquettes was plundered by Ning Chen, and Briquettes became energetic again.
Riding on briquettes, Ning Chen easily passed through the poison gas swamp.
Immediately, the scene ahead came into view.
Surrounded by mountains, several peaks guard a deep valley in the center, like a prison. The valley becomes a prisoner, and the breeze makes a "whooshing" sound, like crying.
Ailao Mountains.
The destination of his trip.
Behind him, Mu Bingzhu and a group of people entered the poisonous swamp based on the marks left by the black bear. Mu Bingzhu was about to tell everyone to put on gas masks, but the scene in front of her made her words stick in her throat.
The poisonous fog that was promised filled the air and obscured sight.
What about ordinary people who are promised that if they inhale the poisonous mist, their whole bodies will become weak at worst, or they will die suddenly on the spot?
Where's the fog?
Where does the fog come from?
The field of view is simply not that good, right?
The poisonous gas swamps in Luoshan Town were rumored to be only swamps and no poisonous gases. If it weren't for the fact that they were heading in the right direction and there were several faintly visible peaks, which were the Ailao Mountains, Mu Bingzhu would have doubted whether he was in the wrong place.
As for whether the inexplicable disappearance of the poisonous mist was related to the young master walking in front, Mu Bingzhu didn't think about it, and Chen Song didn't dare to think about it either.
Because let alone the ancient martial arts master, even if King Wu came in person, it would be impossible for him to make the poisonous mist disappear without a trace.
In order to smoothly pass through this poisonous swamp, Mu Bingzhu made a lot of preparations, including gas masks, serums, detoxifying pills... But now they were all useless.
The supplies that we worked so hard to bring here have become a joke.
Despite this, Mu Bingzhu did not relax and ordered everyone to put on gas masks and continue moving forward. Although he was attacked by a crocodile hiding in the swamp carrying dead wood during the march, because Chen Song, the master of Huajin, was in charge, a group of People passed with almost no danger.
Two people suffered minor injuries.
One person was bitten on the arm by a crocodile.
…
And when their group entered the Ailao Mountains, they also found traces of big black bear briquettes on the surrounding ground.
Chen Song opened his mouth and asked: "Miss, are we still following that young grandmaster?"
Although they spent a little more time on this journey, they arrived at the Ailao Mountains without any danger. In fact, a group of them had already taken advantage of Ning Chen.
Mu Bingzhu thought for a moment and said, "There's no need to follow him. It's more important to find the Lingbao. He has the help of a big black bear and can find the Lingbao faster than us."
I hope she can find the spiritual treasure she wants in front of this young master.
If he is found by this young master.
Robbery is definitely unrealistic, and all of them would die together.
Chen Song had already given her a definite answer.
If this happens, we can only find another way to get it from the young master.
The Ailao Mountains are very large. This is considered the inner area of the Lingnan Forest. The spiritual grasses bred here are indeed not comparable to those in the outer areas. They are more numerous and have more varieties. Ning Chen’s spiritual consciousness can sweep across the area and cover the entire area. The spiritual grass can be seen at a glance.
It's a pity that they are still just ordinary spiritual herbs.
Far from reaching the level of Lingbao.
In addition to the spiritual grass, Ning Chen also discovered that there were many poisonous insects in the Ailao Mountains. These poisonous insects could also provide some weak spiritual energy after being refined.
Ning Chen decided to search all over the place.
After absorbing the poisonous swamp, I gained a lot of spiritual energy.
He could afford a little luxury.
time flies.
It took three or four days to wander around the Ailao Mountains. Apart from harvesting some ordinary spiritual herbs and poisonous insects, there was nothing that Ning Chen could take notice of.
Carrying these things around is a burden and it would be a pity to lose them, so at night Ning Chen would refine and absorb them to replenish his spiritual power.
At the same time, Ning Chen felt a little disappointed. Is this really the only thing in this place?
…
Another day.
Ning Chen was riding a briquette and wandering around in the Ailao Mountains. His spiritual consciousness was just sweeping over him, and Ning Chen's face finally showed some joy.
Judging from the feedback from spiritual consciousness, it should be an ice-blood flower.
This kind of spiritual grass grows in the cold pool, and it requires high temperatures such as fire veins or magma near the cold pool. The ice-blood flower promotes its growth by absorbing the cold and scorching heat.
Therefore.
When the flowers bloom, the ice-blooded flowers touch the cold ice, but the flowers are an extremely coquettish scarlet color.
Ning Chen ordered the briquettes to carry him there.
There is a cold pool, which is thousands of square meters. The cold pool is bottomless. On a rock, a coquettish ice-blood flower is swaying in the breeze.
Ripe ice-blood flowers.
Although the effect is only one-tenth of that of ground milk.
But it can be considered a good harvest.
He came all the way and the total harvest he gained after several days of wandering around was incomparable to this ice-blood flower. He had already completely searched the Ailao Mountains.
This should be the most valuable spiritual grass in the Ailao Mountains.
It can barely be regarded as a treasure of heaven and earth, and can become a spiritual treasure.
But it's only the lowest kind.
This is inseparable from the lack of spiritual energy on the earth.
Ning Chen stood up on the back of the coal ball, and flew towards the ice-blood flower with a flick of his toes. At this moment, a change occurred, and he saw the water in the cold pool began to roll, followed by a two-meter-thick A big snake emerged, opened its bloody mouth and bit down on Ning Chen.
This is its territory.
The ice-blood flower is the treasure it protects, how can it be taken away by others.
"Seeking death." Ning Chen shouted lowly. When his spiritual sense detected the ice-blood flower that was covering it, the water snake lurking in the cold pool naturally could not avoid the search of his spiritual sense.
This water snake's strength is not ordinary. It has become a spirit, has reached the peak of Qi training, and is about to enter the foundation building stage.
However, in Ning Chen's eyes, there is not much difference between this and earthworms. If there is any difference, it is probably that the size of this big snake is larger than that of earthworms.
Hit the snake seven inches.
Even if the snake spirit becomes a spirit and hits it seven inches, it won't be wrong.
"Xuanzhi!"
