The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

"Sir, one day the miasma in the forest will dissipate, and people from outside will be able to come in. Should we continue to practice here or go inside."

Just after using a lancet to twist off the roots of a bloodthirsty vine, Du Ling flew to Bai Qinghua's side and asked, "After these days, Du Ling's progress and gains are also not small. At this time, a pair of eyes are shining." , full of expectations.

"Master, come in, there is delicious food."

Xiao Hei, who was lying on a big rock not far away, stretched out gracefully and said to Bai Qinghua in his consciousness. At this time, there was no special change in Xiao Hei's figure. He was still a small one. Looks like that, but the originally pure white flame mark between the eyebrows turned into light gold, and the speaking voice also became the voice of an eighty-nine-year-old child, which was clearer and no longer the little milky voice before. Three days ago, Xiaohei made a move He has broken through to the fifth level of the Holy Level. Today, his cultivation has been completely stabilized. He has also lost interest in the monsters and poisons in the periphery. Since this morning, he has been lazy and unwilling to move. Now he heard Du Ling's words, It did bring some energy.

"Since Xiao Hei wants to walk inside, let's go."

Bai Qinghua bent down and held Xiao Hei in his arms, rubbing his head lovingly. Xiao Hei himself also took the opportunity to rub Bai Qing Hua's palm, a pair of cat eyes full of attachment.

Without any hesitation, the two of them and the cat set off towards the depths of the forest...

At this time, the entrance to the Forest of Death was already overcrowded. The monks formed different small groups and kept a certain distance from each other tacitly. They looked at each other and were on guard against each other.

Fu Youdao held an unknown weed in his mouth and searched the crowd with his big eyes. It had been three days since he arrived here. He had rejected everyone who came to invite him to form a team, but he still couldn't find the one he wanted. The person he was looking for made him very depressed, and even a little irritable.

"Damn pretty boy, haven't you been here a long time ago? Where are the people?"

Fu Youdao was cursing, but he was a little anxious in his heart. Could it be that something went wrong with that guy along the way? During this period, many monks were robbed near Yin Yang City, and many of them disappeared directly. That guy didn't Could it be that his back had been destroyed by someone, but thinking about that guy's appearance, Fu Youdao thought it was impossible, and couldn't help but search everywhere again.

"Brother, do you really think Young Master Xian won't enter the Forest of Death? Why haven't you shown up yet?"

Like Fu Youdao, Wen Yuan has been looking for Bai Qing to draw pictures in the past few days, but she has never seen her Young Master Xian again since then.

"Stop thinking about that kid. That kid is not a good person at first glance."

Wen Hong couldn't help but get irritable these days when he heard the words Mr. Xian, and now he couldn't help but preach to Wen Yuan.

"Brother, don't let you talk about Mr. Slim like that!"

Wen Yuan's eyes widened angrily. She couldn't understand why her elder brother always disliked such a good person like Mr. Xian.

Wen Hong looked at his sister, and instantly felt his heart being filled. His sister used to be so well-behaved, sensible, and gentle. But when she met a slender young man, her whole person changed. She and that man But he didn’t even say a few words!

"Master, you can enter the forest tomorrow."

Far away from the entrance to the Death Forest, on a secluded hill, Ah San cupped his hands and reported to the slender and tall figure in front of him.

"Well, let's take a good rest today and go into the forest tomorrow."

Nangong Chen looked at the place shrouded in miasma in the distance and said. After traveling for many days, both Ah San and Ah Wu looked a little tired. Only Nangong Chen remained the same as before, with his noble and gorgeous purple robes spotless, a purple gold crown on his head, and many faces on his face. He wore a pale golden mask, covering most of his face, and his exposed thin lips were slightly pursed, and he still stood there with a formidable aura.

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The next morning, when the red sun rose from the sky and the first ray of sunlight penetrated the mist and shone on the earth, everyone stood up in unison and looked in the direction of the Death Forest. As time went by , I saw that the originally quiet and weird miasma was finally dispersed by the sunlight, and began to roll and surge, shrinking and disintegrating bit by bit, and the forest that had been shrouded in mist for many years finally revealed its original appearance.

"It's gone! It's gone! It's really gone!"

Many monks who had seen such a scene for the first time shouted excitedly. Even those who had seen it many times could not help but feel excited. There were expressions of eagerness to try on the fresh faces, and some impatient people could not help but feel excited. , couldn't help but rush towards the forest. Although countless monks are buried in this forest every ten years, there are also people who get opportunities and soar into the sky. The world will always pay more attention to those who get opportunities. , for those lives that perished in the forest of death, the monks selectively downplayed them and soon forgot them, just like people always looked up to those great monks who were successful in their cultivation, but rarely cared about them. It’s the same truth as how many white bones he has accumulated on his path to immortality.

The world of immortality is the most vivid place where the law of the jungle can be demonstrated most vividly. The strong step on the bones of the weak to achieve their own path to immortality. If the weak cannot make their own way, they can only become a stepping stone for others.

After noon, the miasma dissipated, and there were no more monks at the entrance to the Death Forest. So many monks entering the Death Forest were like fish swimming into the sea, making no waves.

"Sir, the miasma seems to have really dissipated."

Tu Ling in the Death Forest saw everything around her gradually becoming clearer, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"careful!"

Du Ling just looked around. One foot had already stepped into the mire. Bai Qinghua stretched out his hand to pull it back. In the mire just now, a few bubbles appeared, and a small snake with the same color as the mire twisted its body. After a few clicks, he sank into the mire and disappeared.

Tu Ling looked at the mud on her boots, and then at the place where she had just stepped. There were only some water stains there, covered with dead branches and rotten leaves. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to see anything wrong. Ling carefully placed her feet on the ground this time and stepped hard. She breathed a sigh of relief when she was sure it was on the ground. She couldn't remember how many times she had been to such a small swamp.

"Son."

Tu Ling shouted in frustration. Ever since they left the outside and started marching inside, they encountered all kinds of weird troubles along the way. If it weren't for her unusual physique, and if there wasn't a young master always reminding her, she would really I don’t know how many times I have died.

"Well, you won't be scared like this. You don't know what you will encounter when you go inside. If you are really scared, you might as well just crush a teleportation bead and you can go back to the secret realm."

Looking at Du Ling's appearance, Bai Qinghua said with a smile.

"I...I don't want to go back, I just feel that I am too useless and always cause trouble for you, young master."

When Du Ling heard what Bai Qinghua said to her with a smile, her face turned red, she lowered her head and whispered.