The rocky beach is connected to the desert. At the end of the dust is a dry lake. Meteorites and lava are accompanied. There is only eternal silence in the forgotten land.
The range of the flying fireball was very wide. Chen Mo flew northwards non-stop for three days before escaping from the barren place.
Along the way, he found no elixir that could be collected, nor did he meet any monks from other sects. This made Chen Mo wonder whether he was transported to the edge of the outer ring on the other side by the armor-hiding talisman.
"It would be terrible if this happened..."
Chen Mo stopped and was about to study the treasure hunting route when he saw a strange rock not far away suddenly clicked and a gap opened.
When the flames suddenly blurred out, it turned into an extremely fire beast and rushed towards him fiercely. This was the scene above.
Chen Mo read the introduction in the classics and found that the crystal core of the Extreme Fire Beast was a high-quality material used by monks to refine weapons, and could increase the compatibility between the magic weapon and its owner.
A walnut-sized one like the one in his hand could be sold for the price of three spiritual stones in the market.
"Better than nothing."
Chen Mo didn't think too much about this matter. He casually put the wooden core into his storage bag, took out the map he had drawn in Fuyun Sect, and spread it flatly on the ground.
Since many monks have been familiar with the environment for hundreds of years, Chen Mo described the peripheral parts in quite detail. However, once entering the Extreme Flame Zone, the value of this map shrank a bit.
In the center of the map, Chen Mo marked a circle, indicating a place he didn't know about. The northern part of the Extreme Flame District was a rolling red mountain range, where the ferocious beasts were entrenched.
There is an oasis in the vast desert in the west, where many rare spiritual materials grow. Chen Mo's initial goal was to go there.
To the east is a bottomless underground cave. No monk knows what it is for. Although some people have set foot in it for hundreds of years, there are no treasures in it, so few monks visit it.
The abyss and ravines filled with red flames divide the terrain in the south into different sizes. This area is also the main place where the monks fight.
There are many lakes, basins, and valleys within it, and there are also unimaginable opportunities waiting here. After layers of hard work, the final place to build the foundation is near the third ring area.
With the successive discoveries of Bauhinia Fruit and Chalcedony Mushroom, waves of bloody storms arose. This place witnessed the death of countless geniuses, and also led to the birth of many Foundation-Building Monks.
Chen Mo frowned and studied the map over and over again. Based on his itinerary in the past few days, he still couldn't tell which direction he was in.
"For the current plan, we must either meet a living monk to communicate with him or find a reference with which we can compare. There is no other way."
Chen Mo collected the map, rested for a while and then set off again. This time he slowed down, recalling the various experiences of entering the secret realm in his mind.
"Meng Qianqiu failed to kill me this time to vent her anger. Next time she will use all her strength to deal with me. If there is really no other way, I will run away when I see her again. I'm sorry she can't chase her desperately."
The sky-stealing arrow she used for a sneak attack was incredibly fast. Chen Mo didn't want to experience the feeling of being pierced through the heart due to carelessness.
There's no shame in avoiding the edge if you can't beat him temporarily.
"Ghosts will only become manic and restless when they feel the fluctuations of spiritual power. Looking back now, what Meng Qianqiu threw towards the Xiangsheng River was a peerless treasure. It was clearly a stepping stone to escape!"
"I believe Ye Lantian has also come to his senses..."
Chen Mo's heart sank during the flight. He couldn't explain why. It was a kind of self-confidence. No one would doubt that Ye Lantian would not become a foundation-building monk after this trip to the secret realm.
Chen Mo said to himself: "No, I can't let him get ahead, then I will really become someone else's pawn and cannot stand up. I must find the spiritual material for the Foundation Establishment Pill!!"
The mysterious valley, the unparalleled portraits, the weird Ghost Cult, the chaotic ghosts who can speak...
Chen Mo could vaguely sense that there was an ulterior plan behind the scenes of the Forgotten Land. In this chess game in the secret realm, any monk was just an insignificant pawn.
Seven days later, Chen Mo stopped in front of a valley.
The Extreme Flame Area was very vast, and even though Chen Mo tried his best to get around it, he still didn't realize where he was.
On the other hand, he also had deep doubts about the fact that he had not met the monk for more than ten days.
"There are eight hundred people who entered the Forgotten Land... Let's assume that 30% of those who died in the outermost ring, then the remaining monks must be around five hundred..."
"There are only two possibilities, either I am in an inaccessible place and no one cares about me, or..."
"The monks in this area have been wiped out by more powerful figures..."
Standing outside, Chen Mo could clearly feel the blazing heat in the valley, including the overbearing fire energy contained in the air. Inhaling it for a long time would cause serious damage to the internal organs.
"We have to go in."
Chen Mo took a deep breath and made a decision. He had gained nothing in the past ten days. Instead of blindly searching for the southern area, it was better to break into the dangerous place in front of him first.
What if I get lucky and collect redbud fruit and chalcedony?
Chen Mo did not fight an unprepared battle. After taking a Qingxin Pill, he circled the front of the valley a few times. After making sure that there was no place where he could ambush, he carefully stepped into the red boundary.
"Huh...what a strong fire spirit power!"
The moment Chen Mo officially stepped into the valley, he was shocked by the manic spiritual energy that hit him. It was because he had taken the Qingxin Pill beforehand, but he still felt a slight tightness in his chest.
Chen Mo made a hand seal, and a thin layer of cold air pressed against his body, adding a simple layer of protection for himself.
"Finally feeling better..."
There was thick red smoke in the sky, and the visibility in the valley was slightly low. Chen Mo let go of his consciousness, which had been tempered by the three-color Xuantian Lotus, and he could barely detect movement in a radius of about twenty feet.
As Chen Mo walked, he suddenly felt happy: "It's not in vain, the frost grass actually grows here!"
Not far in front of him, an ordinary grass covered with ice crystals grew straight against a boulder.
As one of the spiritual materials for cultivating the foundation of monks, Frost Grass is sold at a very high price in the market. Frost Grass that is a hundred years old is worth eight thousand spiritual stones!
Without anyone stopping him, Chen Mo easily walked to the frost grass and carefully observed the veins on the grass blades: four...five...six! Sixty years is actually much longer than my age!
As the deacon of the medicine garden, Chen Mo picked a small piece of grass with ease. As soon as Chen Mo turned around, he saw the familiar cracks appear again on the boulder ten feet away, and three more extremely active fires appeared.
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