Yu Kuan's discomfort gradually subsided and he was gasping for breath. Xue Tong's previous grab made his whole body paralyzed, his eyes blackened and his brain hurt. When he fell, he didn't even open the protection, and almost broke his bones.
The monks only need to stay vigilant and have protection. Yu Kuan was unconscious, which is why he had such a result. Xue Tong patted his shoulder, and a warm current flowed into his limbs and bones. Yu Kuan's blackened face finally returned to light green color.
"I didn't expect Tianqi to have such a strange nation as Ge Nai," Xue Tong said.
"It's a miracle, it's a wonder in the world, Senior Xue is riding with us in the car," Huang Pei said. She went on a long journey for the first time and went sightseeing in a sheep cart with her tribe.
"There's no need to take a car. Taking your time will waste time." Xue Tong said with a smile.
"Yes, we need to rush back as soon as possible. The threat from the Blood Flame Sect is imminent." Hu Zhaokun said.
"You two are taking my boat, and we happened to be talking about He Yuan and Tian Qi on the way." Xue Tong pointed at Huang Pei and the young man beside her and said.
With the two of them present, Huang Pei could not talk nonsense, and Hu Zhaokun did not stop him. ...Jingcuicheng, a large mountain city with 100,000 people, is where the Gehui tribe is located.
The endless virgin forest is divided by lakes and rivers. Jingcui City is surrounded by water on three sides. There are 500-foot-high mountains in the north of the city. Among the undulating flat hillsides, there are tens of thousands of heavy and sturdy wooden houses, which accommodate nearly 10% of the Gehai people. population.
Hu Zhaokun and Huang Pei live in Guju Village, four hundred miles away from Jingcui, with a population of nearly 10,000. The village wall is built of a mixture of stone and wood, nearly ten feet high, with several half-height stone walls on the outside for added protection.
The top of the wall is one foot wide, and village towers are built every two miles, with monks on duty day and night. In Guju Village, there are many wooden houses. On the mound in the center of the village, there are several huge crossbow carts, covering every blind spot.
"What a big village, like a heavy fortress!" Xue Tong jumped off the ship and planned to pay the money to get the license and go to Heyuanmiao in the northeast.
But they saw a cart of corpses of Ge Hui warriors being dragged in through the village gate! They died in extremely miserable conditions, their bodies mutilated, most of their faces were covered in blood, their eyes fell off, or half of their heads had been cut off.
The deceased was not a warrior from the village. He was discovered by the patrol and brought back to the nearest Guju. I don’t know if this kind of thing happened near Guju. I don’t know if it has a deeper meaning. Anyone with a little brain would think that it might be related to the killing of people from the Blood Flame Sect by monks from Guju more than half a year ago.
Hu Zhaokun walked towards the depths of the village with a tigerish expression on his face, where lived the clan master from Jingcui who assisted in the defense of Guju Village.
"Where to pay?" Before it was time to meddle in other people's business, Xue Tong was eager to leave, so he asked Huang Peidao. All Gehuai villages can receive license plates, indicate the date, and indicate that the money has been paid.
"Senior, please stay here for a few days. We have many taverns, and the specialties of the jungle are also very good." Huang Pei invited.
"Come back in a few days. The dispute between Gu Ju and the Blood Flame Sect seems to be difficult to resolve. Please be careful."
"Well, thank you for reminding me. Don't forget to come to my house when you come back. I have fine flower and fruit wine."
"Haha, if you come to Guju, try your wine!"
"Girls, just drink less." Xue Tong shook his head. Huang Pei took him and completed the procedures. Xue Tong handed over a million spiritual stones and received Zhang Heyuan's outline map and circular wooden sign. The warrior Ge Hui who collected the money said: "Please leave on your own when the time limit is up, otherwise the patrol team will check and pay five times the amount."
"What if we are trapped in Heyuan and escape three to five years later than expected?" Xue Tong asked.
"The spiritual stone magic weapon will be confiscated. If it is really insufficient, I will give him a beating and let him go." In the early days of Xiantian's work, he spoke harshly and had a bad temper.
After going out, Huang Pei said: "Senior, what should I do with this kind of person? It really wastes my time. I just slapped my ass and left. How could there be so many patrols? I just happened to meet him."
"Well, I paid a lot of money and I'm worthy of the Gehui clan." Xue Tong said with a smile. ... Eight hundred miles away from Guju, the fog in front is getting thicker and thicker, reaching the outskirts of Heyuan.
For tens of thousands of years, countless people have visited Heyuan, and all kinds of methods have been tried. Many people have died, but no big secret has been discovered.
It is said that when flying straight at low altitude, you will encounter whirlpools inexplicably in the fog and fall headfirst; while when walking through the forest, the compass needle will not move, and it is easy to get lost on rainy days and not know where you are.
Xue Tong simply rode on the white tiger and let the spirit tiger roam.
"Spiritual pets feel different from people, and they may take different routes!" The forest is damp and dark, and only in places with sparse old trees can there be mottled tree shadows. The white tiger moved lightly, crossed the bushes and grass, and moved forward in the rain forest.
After walking like this for several days, we came to a rare open space with fallen trees, a rushing stream, and several huge lying rocks beside the water.
Xue Tong noticed that the white tiger seemed to come with a purpose. He saw hoof prints and the fallen hairs of the monster from time to time along the way.
But the monster level is not high. White Tiger suddenly pricked up his ears and snorted heavily.
"It's just a deer, go ahead!" Xue Tong jumped off the tiger's back. The white tiger roared and rushed into the dense forest like crazy.
Soon, blue lightning arcs lit up in the forest. The elk's antlers, which were being overtaken by the white tiger, jumped with lightning, and struck the approaching tiger.
The white tiger's giant palm just smacked, and the lightning scattered in all directions, biting the elk's neck.
"It's really boring for you to eat the demon deer in the later stage." Xue Tong muttered, the beast carcass he prepared for the white tiger was at least innately perfect.
The white tiger dragged the deer carcass and started to eat by the stream.
"Oh, the one you catch yourself tastes better!" Xue Tong shook his head, leaned on the lying stone, and regained his energy. Within half a stick of incense, there was movement in the upper reaches of the stream.
Two people, one tall and one short, flew down the stream. Xue Tong hurriedly collected the white tiger and deer carcasses.
"Where did you come from? Why are you making such a loud noise?" the short monk frowned. Xue Tong looked ashamed and kept silent.
He really didn't know how to answer, and his mind was spinning. The short monk has a greasy, round face. In the early stage of becoming a master, the taller one has a yellowish complexion, eyes like an eagle, and his aura is somewhat stronger than that of the short one.
"This kind of approach can easily attract patrols. It's just asking for trouble." The short man continued to blame.
"Yes, but what if the Gehai people are here? It's really unpleasant. I'll kill them first!" Xue Tong said fiercely.
"Let's go. It's hard to get some people together to handle big things. Don't cause any more trouble in the future." The tall monk suddenly said.
He didn't even ask about Xue Tong's origins. The short one stopped talking and followed the tall one up Shuo River. Xue Tong's actions and words were thoughtless. It should be noted that Ge Hui's five patrol teams appeared at random. Each team was equipped with two masters. The remaining eight or nine innates were patrolling and collecting at the same time. How could an ordinary person deal with them.
Although the tall Ji Yue seriously doubts that Xue Tong is a passing martial artist, Xue Tong's martial arts level is not something to be afraid of. It would be nice to have one more person to make up the number.
The short Liu Jinjian had more or less guessed the intention of Lucky Oak. The two of them had been close friends for two hundred years, and they roughly understood each other's thoughts.
The three of them were walking and chatting, and Xue Tong revealed some harmless information. He called himself Xin Yuan Warrior, and he heard that there were monk activities in Heyuan, so he came to try his luck.
"Oh, when fellow Taoist friends see the other people later, they will tell them that they are the people we invited here. Try to talk as little as possible to avoid being disliked by others." Ji Yue said.
"Yeah," Xue Tong nodded repeatedly and said a few words of thanks. The three of them clung to the stream and shot out the light quickly.
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"We're here!" Ji Yue slowed down, and there was already a swamp in front of him. He fired several fire beads from his palms and penetrated into the muddy wetland beneath him.
The wetland suddenly dried out at a speed visible to the naked eye, steamed up, and quickly formed hard lumps.
"Waiting here." Ji Yue glanced at Xue Tong, who was slightly out of breath, sat down to practice the exercises, and said no more. Xue Tong didn't deliberately pretend to be stupid or weak. He showed his best inadvertently. He took a few breaths and turned a little red. Only the devil would know if it was true.
At night, there was no light from the stars and the moon, and the swamp was dark and cold, with only a few soft sounds of water bubbles bursting. By noon the next day, the gloomy atmosphere faded away, and five people arrived.
The first two were a man and a woman, who seemed to be fellow monks. The man was rather ugly, with dense crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, while the woman was quite pretty, dressed in purple with a hint of powder.
Both of them are in the early stages of cultivation as masters. Mu Shanzong Zhao Ruoting, Jiang Suzhu, and Xue Tong followed Ji Yue to say hello.
Followed by Meng Haocheng, the owner of Tianlong Villa, and Dong Qianshan who was accompanied by Yan Luofang. The last person to arrive was Fan Gao, whose whereabouts were elusive.
Fan Gao is the leader of the clan, with the highest martial rank and a mid-level master.
"Oh, who is this fellow Taoist?" Fan Gao saw Xue Tong and Ji Liu side by side and asked about Ji Yue.
"A Taoist friend I met decades ago was very interested in Heyuan, so we came together," Ji Yue said.
"Welcome, welcome, this trip is not easy, it would be better if there are more people." Fan Gao said with a smile.
"Are Fellow Daoist Xue familiar with He Yuan?" Jiang Suzhu rolled her eyes and asked. As a high-level female cultivator, she is very observant. Jiang Suzhu observed that except for his senior brother Zhao Ruoting, the only person on the scene was Xue Tong, who might be able to take advantage of it, so he got close to him first.
"I'm not familiar with it. I'm here for the first time. I still need to rely on you all."
Fortunately, there were four groups of people in the team, each with their own agendas and constraints on each other, and their martial arts levels didn't worry him too much.
"No, no, if you really want to rely on me, then I must rely on Master Fan." Jiang Suzhu opened her teeth slightly and giggled.
"Everyone joins hands, there is no one to rely on. Fan has been in Heyuan for ten years and discovered something unusual, so he contacted you all and worked together to try." Fan Gao began to tell the details.
"As you can see, Heyuan's demonic energy is extremely strong. For example, in this ordinary small swamp, the water bubbles are filled with a sinister and violent atmosphere. I accidentally discovered that farther away in Daze, dark holes will appear on full-moon nights, spewing wildly. Demonic energy.”
"I'm going to do a small test with the monster beast. The entrance is not dangerous. I have been groping for many years and judged that Daze is not the center of Heyuan. With our strength, we should be able to try it out." Meng Haocheng interjected and asked: "A small test with the monster beast. Excuse me. How does Fan Daoyou try the method?”
"I put it into the innate pinnacle living beast, and the monster was spit out one month later. It is still alive, but it is just paralyzed by fright."
"So you can enter boldly, and it's not too late to regret." Fan Gao said. Xue Tong thought to himself: "The old ghost has been in there before. He is not strong enough or feels dangerous, so he is willing to join forces with others." Ji Yue and others have practiced for three to four hundred years, and their ideas are similar to Xue Tong's, but they have not been proven.
"How will the spiritual objects be distributed after entering?" Dong Qianshan asked.
"Whoever picks it up and kills it will get it. If we work together to knock it down, we will share the credit. If we encounter a treasure chest, I will take one first."
"I suggest you draw lots to determine your order first," Fan Gao said.
"Xue is ranked last and I don't dare to compete with you." Xue Tong took the initiative to suggest.
"Hey, if we really see a good treasure or a great opportunity, how can we care about this false predetermined order!" Xue Tong said secretly.
