On the plain more than a thousand miles away from the cave, three elite disciples from Thunder Mountain were flying with their talismans in a happy mood. The strong smell of blood on their bodies and the dried blood stains remaining on the sword hilts behind their backs were all reminders. Along with the other monks, these few people had just experienced a life-and-death struggle.
"Haha, thanks to Brother Xiang's key blow this time, the three of us brothers were able to kill all the monks of Yungang Sect in one fell swoop!" A monk with a hooked nose in the middle slowed down his flying speed and flew with the two of them. Side by side, he said with a loud laugh.
"Hey, what did Brother Wang say? If you and Brother Zhang hadn't blocked those people's frontal attack, how would I have had the chance to succeed in a sneak attack? It's okay not to mention this!"
The monk known as Brother Xiang waved his hands repeatedly, but anyone who was not blind could see the proud look on his face.
The monk who spoke first kept smiling, turned to look at the other person, and said with a playful expression: "Senior Brother Zhang, what happened to that female cultivator?"
There were two male and one female cultivators of the Yungang Sect that they encountered. The two male cultivators who died in the sneak attack were the two male cultivators, while the remaining female cultivator was dragged into the bushes by the cultivator named Zhang. The two were afraid of being swept away. His interest was far away, and it was only now that the discussion resumed.
It's okay not to mention it. When the matter was mentioned, the thin monk with a ferocious face said gloomily: "I thought I would let her live when she was about to be happy, but who knew that this bitch didn't know good and was restrained?" Because she dared to resist desperately, I killed her in a rage!"
"Forehead....."
The monk surnamed Wang also choked back what he said. He originally wanted to ask about his feelings, but now it seems that there is no need to talk. If he had known this earlier, it would be better to do it with him. He thought that he was still very sympathetic.
Just when he wanted to admire the pretty woman, the monk surnamed Xiang who was flying first suddenly said softly: "It's strange, Brother Zhang, Brother Wang, look at that area, why is there still fog?"
The two of them followed his fingers and saw that behind a undulating grass hill, a black hole opened in the ground, and a white breath continued to rise from the depths, which was very strange.
The hook-nosed monk surnamed Wang licked his lips excitedly and said, "There must be treasures there that we have never seen before! Let's go over and have a look!"
As soon as these words came out, the two of them also showed excited expressions and stopped decisively. The three monks landed on the ground together and approached the underground crack that was emitting white mist.
"What to do?" Several people looked at each other, and finally the hook-nosed monk used the wind technique to blow away the white patch on the plain. The monk surnamed Zhang took a look inside the crack, and saw that there was still endless thick fog.
The monk surnamed Xiang perked up and said, "I understand! This may be the entrance to a ruins, let me try it first!"
After that, under the curious gazes of the other two people, he exerted all his spiritual power towards the crack and swung two crescent-shaped wind blades fiercely. In an instant, there was a loud rumbling sound, and the three of them looked happy. Thinking that the restriction had been broken by accident, he patiently gathered around the crack, waiting for the entrance to open.
But in less than three breaths, seven or eight white phantoms quickly floated out from the cracks. Without saying a word, they went straight to the location of the three people. They were so shocked that they collectively screamed: "Young ghosts." ...ghost!!!"
It's a pity that they realized it too late and had no time to escape. They were jumped on by the swarming ghosts. The shrill screams only lasted a few times and then disappeared without a trace.
If a monk passes by here, he will see this strange scene: several white shadows cling tightly to the bodies of the three monks, constantly absorbing their cultivation and vitality. Every half an hour, their breath It will drop significantly.
However, a few people were still conscious, but unable to speak or act. The despair and unwillingness in their eyes made anyone who saw them feel an inexplicable trembling panic!
Two hours later, a few more ghosts than before slowly floated away, seemingly looking for the next parasitic spot. Only three skinny and gray mummies were left, lying there alone on the plain. , the storage bags previously seized were also scattered all over the floor, with no one picking them up.
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The quiet and peaceful valley was witnessing a fierce melee between monks. One side was using various spells using water spiritual power as a carrier, while the other side summoned the sleeping monks in the coffins behind them to resist the enemy's attacks with their bodies. All kinds of magic weapons were used, and the two sides fought desperately. In a short time, the monk died, and four miserable corpses covered with bruises lay down.
The setting sun was like blood, and the sounds of screams and spell explosions resounded through the sky. The sunlight fell on the broken branches, forming mottled patterns one after another on the ground. Crows flew from nowhere and stopped on the treetops. The strange screams kept coming.
"Withdraw! Keep yourself useful and avenge your fellow sect!!"
More than half an hour later, an elite disciple from the Daxue Mountain of Qin State looked sadly and angrily at the disciples of the Ghost Sect who had already taken the advantage. He shouted and fled the place first. The remaining monks followed him after hearing the order. In the end, the enemy was left to inflict a blow on his comrade who was still alive, and took away the storage bag they had worked so hard to collect.
The disciples of the Underworld Cult didn't stay long. After figuring out the direction, they flew away. Several broken corpses were left unattended. The crow that had been waiting nearby flapped its wings and flew to the top of a certain corpse. Its sharp pecks cracked open the skull, sucking the red and white stuff inside the head deliciously...
In a swamp outside the Forgotten Land, a young female cultivator from the Jiusha Temple was entangled by a huge python. She screamed heart-breakingly: "Brother Tian!! Save me!! Save its me!!!"
But the expressions of the two monks who were walking with her changed, and they turned around and ran away without even thinking about rescuing them, for fear that the elusive python would drag them into the swamp.
That kind of exaggerated sneak attack speed can be compared to a monk in the early stage of foundation building to a certain extent. They don't want to be buried with this junior sister.
"Tian Wenping!! Yang Mu!! You two will die without saving me!! I curse you to be haunted by ghosts! You will die worse than me..."
The cursing in the distance stopped abruptly. After the two fleeing men looked at each other, they said angrily in unison: "Why don't you save her?"
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In the first few days after entering the Forgotten Land, counting the unlucky monks who were randomly teleported to the Jedi, the number of people who died actually reached nearly a hundred.
Among them was Zhu Shining, a talented disciple of Sunset Valley. He accidentally broke into a lair where many monsters lived, and died after being sucked dry of blood by hundreds of poisonous bats. His expression before his death He was so ferocious that he scared several fellow monks who followed him into silence.
Of course, Chen Mo and Lin Yuqin didn't know all this. After breaking free from the ghost's control, the two of them fled the cave like flying and continued to move quickly towards the second inner ring in the direction of the positioning compass.
Regarding the Forgotten Land, Chen Mo had learned about the ghosts and was extremely cautious. He would rather slow down than be reckless. He also encountered several strange places on the road. After some analysis, he gave up the idea of exploring.
"Brother Chen, here you go!"
Lin Yuqin carved the nearby environment and landforms into the jade slips and gave it to Chen Mo to make the decision. It was because of such strict requirements that the two of them secretly avoided several huge risks. However, these two of them could not Just know it.
Chen Mo nodded and took it. After checking it with his spiritual sense, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen something surprising. He quickly took a picture of the jade slip he was carrying for comparison. After confirming that it was correct, his face showed joy. : "Junior sister Lin, my map can come in handy this time!"
"Ah! You mean..." Lin Yuqin also understood and said excitedly: "The terrain here is within your map, Brother Chen?!"
"That's right!" Chen Mo nodded: "One stick of incense flying north, there is a hidden valley. It has been mentioned in the classics that there are a lot of rare medicinal herbs growing in it. We will rush there to take a look later! "
Lin Yuqin said doubtfully: "Brother Chen, it can't be a trap there, right? Since there are so many medicinal herbs, why don't you just pick them all and publicize them widely?"
"Junior sister Lin is worrying too much," Chen Mo glanced at her appreciatively and said with satisfaction: "The source of this information was provided by one of the disciples from Hidden Mist Peak who entered the Forgotten Land last time. Because when he discovered this place, , it was already the last few hours of the three-month period, and he wanted to pick them all, but time no longer allowed, so he could only record the general terrain of this place and leave it to the next batch of monks from the sect to find it."
"Just because of this news, I spent a thousand spiritual stones to buy it. Unexpectedly, I really got lucky..."
Lin Yuqin was equally excited: "Brother Chen, cooperating with you in this exploration of the Forgotten Land is really the most correct thing my little sister has done!"
There was a reason for her to say that. The bead magic weapon she had picked up in the cave was assigned to her, while Chen Mo took the remaining spiritual grass. In terms of value alone, the benefits Lin Yuqin received were still higher than Chen Mo. of.
And along the way, the most valuable thing for her to learn is Chen Mo's inherent caution. When she follows him, she only needs to follow his instructions. It has been almost seven days since she entered the Land of Oblivion, although there is no big gain. , but not a single dangerous life-and-death battle happened, so this was all his skill.
However, Lin Yuqin was excited but also a little disappointed about his character. After getting to know her these days, I'm afraid he didn't have any affection for her at all. Otherwise, he would have comforted her in the cave when she was frightened by the ghost. Well, no one would reject this reliable arm, right?
"Okay, stop complimenting me. Go check it out again. If there are no monks watching nearby, just rush over." Chen Mo put away his excitement and returned to his previous calmness.
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