The evil woman cultivates immortality, and the whole clan offers sacrifice to the heaven

Upon hearing this, Shen Zixuan and Shen Zihan immediately took out pills from their storage bags and swallowed them. Meng Wan also got one.

Seeing this, Old Man Qian hurried forward and asked with a smile on his face.

"Brother Shen, can you give me a few anti-poison pills? I am willing to pay a high price for them!"

Shen Zihan glanced at him coldly and said, "This is not a poison-avoiding pill, but a miasma-breaking pill. A miasma-breaking pill cannot be bought with money."

Old Man Qian was suddenly speechless and didn't know what to say.

Shen Zixuan looked around and found that the terrain here was very complicated.

There are rugged rocks, dense trees, and extremely low visibility. Only faint light shines through the dense branches and leaves, adding a bit of eeriness and horror.

"Could it be that Brother Hong is lost?"

Meng Wan said in a low voice, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

"No." Shen Zixuan said with certainty, "He has been traveling in Tianheng Mountains for so many years, it is impossible for him to get lost in a place like this."

"Everyone, can we discuss this later?"

Old Man Qian interrupted the conversation and smiled bitterly.

"I don't have any miasma-breaking pills, and the miasma has already started to penetrate into my body. Can you spare me a pill?"

Shen Zihan glanced at him coldly, with undisguised sarcasm in her tone.

"Old Qian, your abacus beads are about to fall on my face.

This miasma-breaking pill is a secret recipe of our Shen family, and you can’t afford it with your little money.”

Old man Qian's face froze and he looked away awkwardly, but he still put on a smile.

"Oh, Fairy Shen, you are joking. Although I am not as wealthy as you two, I can still afford a few spirit stones..."

Shen Zixuan glanced at him coldly and said, "Don't worry, it's just a little miasma. It won't kill you. It just affects your strength."

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to him. After identifying the direction, he protected Meng Wan and walked forward.

Shen Zihan followed closely behind, quickly catching up with her brother.

Old man Qian had no choice but to sigh and resigned himself to following the three men.

As the three of them moved forward, the miasma around them became thicker and thicker, and visibility became lower and lower, until they could hardly see their hands in front of them.

If it weren't for the talismans Shen Zixuan occasionally threw out from his hand to illuminate the way, they would probably have been unable to move forward.

"Brother Zixuan, why is the miasma getting thicker and thicker?"

Meng Wan frowned and looked increasingly uneasy.

Shen Zixuan looked solemn and said in a deep voice.

"This miasma seems a little strange. It doesn't seem to be naturally formed. It seems to be..."

"Like what?" Meng Wan wondered.

"It seems like something is controlling it."

Shen Zixuan's tone was cold, and his eyes scanned the surroundings sharply, as if he wanted to see through the thick fog.

Is there something controlling the miasma?

Everyone was shocked when they heard the explanation. If that was the case, then the thing that controlled the miasma must be very powerful!

But at this moment, Old Man Qian suddenly stopped and asked with a pale face.

"My two Taoist friends, did you hear any sound?"

Shen Zixuan, Meng Wan and Shen Zihan looked at each other and shook their heads, indicating that they did not hear any unusual sounds.

"impossible……"

Old Man Qian muttered to himself, "I clearly heard someone talking..."

Shen Zixuan frowned slightly and was about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed and he shouted in a low voice: "Be careful!"

Before he finished his words, a black shadow shot out from the thick fog and headed straight for everyone!

The black shadow was moving so fast that everyone didn't even have time to react before they felt a strong wind blowing towards them and a fishy smell rushing straight to their heads.

"Sister Wan'er, step back quickly!"

Shen Zixuan flashed and stood in front of Meng Wan. The sword in his hand turned into a silver light and pierced the black shadow!

"clang!"

Amid the sound of metal clashing, sparks flew everywhere.

The black shadow was pushed back several steps, revealing its true form—it was actually a gigantic miasma beast!

This miasma beast is pitch black all over and looks like a tiger, but it has three heads, sharp fangs in its mouth, and its eyes flash with a dark green light, which is chilling.

"Brother Zixuan, be careful!"

Meng Wan exclaimed, but could only stand there, looking anxious.

Seeing this, Old Man Qian was also frightened and turned pale. He hid in the distance and trembled, not daring to step forward to help.

This miasma beast is very powerful, and even though Shen Zixuan has outstanding swordsmanship, he still finds it difficult to gain the upper hand.

The man and the beast fought for dozens of rounds, and the miasma beast suddenly attacked Shen Zihan who was standing aside.

Shen Zihan was not careful and was hit on the shoulder by the claw of the miasma beast. Blood was immediately gushing out and he staggered backward.

"Zihan!"

Shen Zixuan roared, and the sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, forcing the miasma beast back.

The miasma beast was afraid of the powerful force that suddenly erupted from Shen Zixuan. It growled, turned around, and disappeared into the thick fog.

"Chase!"

There was a cold light flashing in Shen Zixuan's eyes. He was about to chase after him, but Shen Zihan grabbed his sleeve.

"Brother, I'm fine, stop chasing me!"

Shen Zihan's face turned pale, and she said while trying to hold back the pain, "This miasma beast is very cunning. We are not familiar with this place, so we should not stay here for long."

Shen Zixuan looked at his sister's injured shoulder and his heart was filled with anger, but he also knew that his sister was right, so he had to suppress his anger and nodded.

"My two Taoist friends, let's get out of this damn place!"

Only when Old Man Qian saw the miasma beast retreat did he dare to come forward and said with lingering fear.

Shen Zixuan glanced at him coldly, ignored him, and looked at Shen Zihan, "Can you still hold on?"

Shen Zihan took the pill, adjusted her breathing for a while, and her complexion improved slightly.

"It's just a minor injury. I can handle it!"

Shen Zixuan nodded and walked to Meng Wan with a protective attitude.

"In that case, let's move forward a bit. If we encounter danger again, we will retreat immediately."

The four continued to explore forward, however, until it got dark, they still didn't find any clues about the ancient monk's cave.

"It seems that we are unlucky and will return empty-handed this time."

Meng Wan sighed and said with some disappointment.

Shen Zixuan nodded and was about to ask his sister and Old Man Qian to leave, but suddenly his eyes focused and looked at a hidden place at the bottom of the cliff.

There seemed to be traces of artificial excavation...

The four of them approached cautiously, pushed aside the vines and rocks, and a pitch-black cave entrance appeared in front of them.

Meng Wan couldn't help but frown. "This seems to be a cultivator's cave, but how could there be someone under this cliff filled with miasma?"

Several people looked at each other and suddenly had an idea.

"Brother Hong! It must be Brother Hong!"

Old Man Qian pointed at the cave excitedly and said, "He is probably hiding here!"

Shen Zixuan frowned slightly. Will Hong Bo be in there?

"Friend Hong, are you there?"

Shen Zixuan raised his voice and shouted into the cave.

However, the cave was silent, with only the echoes of the three of them echoing in the empty cave.

"Friend Hong, I am Shen Zixuan. Can I show myself to you?"

Shen Zixuan shouted again, but still got no response.

Meng Wan pulled his sleeve and said worriedly, "Brother Zixuan, could Fellow Daoist Hong have already..."