Doom Talisman

The five members of the Lieyang team, four men and one woman, spontaneously gathered towards Feng Yao after passing the first checkpoint.Although this team has been reorganized, most of the people in it are familiar faces of Feng Yao.

The captain is in a coma, and their backbone has naturally become the former deputy team.

Feng Yao roughly explained the current situation and understood the extent of their injuries.In fact, it was better than he imagined.Except for a male team member whose calf was scratched with blood and blood, the others were considered minor injuries.

After all, those members who were seriously injured and on the verge of death had already been involved in the scuffle before entering the secret realm.

"Is there anyone else stuck in the checkpoint and not coming out?" Feng Yao asked like this, and he already had an answer in his heart.

"Also..." A person looked around, his face was ugly, "Wanzi was by my hand at that time, so he came in as well. He hasn't come out yet."

"Why are you so slow in breaking through?" Feng Yao asked directly, these people entered the secret realm earlier than him and He Jing, and they broke through the illusion seven or eight hours later than them.

In other words, the time they stayed inside was close to twelve hours.

For an elite team like theirs, the conditions for selecting people to join the team are extremely strict, and there are certain standards for the physical strength, intelligence, and will of the players.However, there are data from previous lives that show that people who have special qualities in a certain aspect are more qualified to become cultivators.At least three of the four men and one woman in front of him are cultivators, which can prove this point.

But Wanzi may indeed be an exception.He is a technical geek hacker, when he joined the team, he was admitted as an exception.

Feng Yao didn't intend to pry into people's privacy, he just wanted a result.

"Feng team, I was in the illusion, and I saw that everyone was still there, and no one sacrificed." A shaved round team member raised his hand first, "Speak as you want, laugh as you want. How good, just Not long ago, I saw Lao He fell in front of me and told me to run." The hot-blooded man wet his eyes, "But I thought again, death can't be resurrected, I can't deceive myself, I have to live well Come out and find more people."

The second person who spoke was the only female, her hair was also shaved very short, she was over 175, and her voice was a bit smoky: "I saw that he was not dead, and told me a lot. Those words, all It's a scene from my dream."

Maybe it was really filled with righteous indignation, and the woman started to swear, "Fuck, this secret realm can read dreams, which made me think that dead ghost really came back. Crying and laughing like an idiot. Fortunately, I know that dead ghost came from You won’t smile so falsely at me.” As she spoke, she scratched her chin, feeling a little ashamed, “That’s right, I haven’t seen my hole so clearly for a long time, and I accidentally… indulged in it for a while.”

Feng Yao nodded to express his understanding.

The rest recounted similar experiences.

All in all, the secret realm has insight into the softest part of everyone's heart, and uses the influence of the dead on the living to prevent the living from getting out of the checkpoint.

This move is definitely enough damage.

If you want to break through this level, you must face your heart and break the shackles yourself.

"Then what should we do, seal the team, is there any way we can bring Wanzi out?"

There are endless evil things in the pit that want to climb up, and they are getting denser and denser.Sometimes on a rope, you can climb up and down completely.Keep fighting like this, and the evil things are not wiped out, and people will not be able to bear it.

Feng Yao shot another ten-shot dart shuttle, looking a little tired.Hearing this, he looked at the young man who was sweating and trying to release the soil cone, and said softly, "Change your name."

The young man wiped off his sweat: "...Brother Yao."

"You take a break, go over there and drink some soup, and other things, wait for Rongkang to wake up."

The young man was a little embarrassed, but he only hesitated for a while: "Okay, then I'll go to He Yaoshi's place to see Team Kang and Aji, and I'll replace you right away."

Aggie, the one with the wound on the calf.He is also a cultivator.

After they communicated with Feng Yao, they naturally got to know He Jing and knew that he was a great alchemist.Rongkang was able to breathe steadily and sleep soundly at this moment, and Aji's wound quickly healed, all thanks to this young man.Soldiers pay attention to loyalty, so they used the honorific name for He Jing, calling him Pharmacist He.It sounds concise without losing respect.

Then Feng Yao looked at another person who was helping him: "You go too."

"Brother Yao." The man scratched his messy hair and whispered, "Let Brother Yin go first."

The woman called "Brother Yin" has excellent ears, she retracted her long whip, flung off the dark strips of flesh sticking to it, and pointed at him viciously with the whip: "You are the only one left after I leave, can you help me?" on what?"

"All go." Feng Yao made a final decision, "It's fine if I'm here."

Reluctantly leaving, Feng Yao turned his head and looked at the place where the wounded were lying.The boy was setting fire to the evil thing for him, taking care of the wounded, and setting up the stove.

The soup stove and solid alcohol were provided by a Lieyang team member. The stove was deep and round, much bigger than He Jing's.

At this moment, what was boiling inside was a semi-finished black-bone chicken that He Jing took out from the space.The chicken was cut into small pieces, served with medicinal herbs to nourish qi and blood, and simply seasoned with some ginger and red dates, without even adding salt.But just by the scent wafting out, several people felt that they could swallow the bland and rough military rations.

When the alcohol was not enough, He Jing filled it with a trace of red fire, burning the bottom of the stainless steel furnace until it turned red.In this way, the soup is also simmered.

Each person gets a small bowl, and there are wonderful oily flowers floating on the white soup, accompanied by red crumbs.With the hot soup on the tip of their tongues, everyone sighed comfortably.The chicken is cooked tender and smooth, and the seasoning in the soup is cooked into the bone and meat. There is no salty interference, but the sweetness of the chicken itself and the fragrance of red dates.

Black-bone chicken is really something that makes people happy, and He Jing cooks it very well.A bowl of it will make you feel alive again.

Even Rong Kang was awakened by this smell.

He lay flat on the ground, rolling his eyes upward as if dying.Suddenly a carp kicked up, not only pulling the injury, but also almost kicking Aji next to him.

"Captain Kang." Aji was taken aback by him, "You're awake."

"Ah." Rong Kang held back the pain in his ribs, and looked left and right, "Everyone is here...is it over?"

Everyone waited and waited until the dial turned a ninety-degree angle again.An answer slowly emerged in everyone's heart——

Jiang Wan may not come back.

No one wants to believe it.

There is a special dish in central China called Ants Climbing the Tree.It is fried with minced meat and vermicelli. It is named after the minced meat sticks on the vermicelli like ants crawling on the branches.Some places are not authentic, and there is very little minced meat.

But not this time.As time went by, more and more "ants" climbed onto the "twigs", and they became bigger and bigger. Under the ravages of the strong "ant queens", the "twigs" became weak and overwhelmed.

The pit is like a huge petri dish, and the harmful bacteria inside are getting bigger and stronger.

Everyone is doing their best to destroy them, and if one is not enough, there will be a caught fish approaching the top, only a few steps away from the surface.

This is like a competitive game of "plants" vs. "zombies". If you don't eliminate the "zombies" before they step into the territory of the "plants", you will be in danger of eating your "brain".

He Jing walked up to Feng Yao's side at some point, silently took something, and held it to his lips.The slightly cool fingertips brushed the man's lips lightly, as if it was just an illusion.

Feng Yao: "...!"

"Eat one. You held on too long."

The man's hand was indeed a little unstable, he twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's really troublesome and costly."

He Jing glanced at him indifferently: "Pharmacist He doesn't have the habit of free consultation. After going out, he will pay according to the market price."

Feng Yao's heart softened even though it sounded like unkind words.Doesn't he just like Xiao Jing'er like this, not awkward or pretentious, smart and cute, and talk about everything.If He Jing didn't care about him at all, he would never believe it.

"The panacea has a price but no market. This deal is a loss."

He Jing stopped talking and just looked at him like that.

Those eyes were clear and cold, inexplicably Feng Yao recalled all kinds of past, some images flashed in his mind, and the dart shuttle almost missed his aim.For a moment Jun's face turned red.

"...Okay." Feng Yao was defeated by him, so he had to swallow the Yiling Pill in one gulp, and then asked, "You are not afraid, after I take it, I can't bear the medicine for a while, so I just lie down?"

He Jing shook his head: "You said that I have a special physique."

"Then...then you have protected me for so long?" Obviously, the young man knew that he had the ability to slowly dissolve and store the power of the medicine.

"cough."

The conversation between the two ended thereupon.The ears that were pricked up to listen to the gossip were all put back.

Rongkang's hands were wrapped with heavy white silk threads, which stretched out in strands, chopping up the monsters that were sending them to death one by one.Panting heavily, he said to the crowd:

"Jiang Wan is not a person with weak will. When he stayed at the Dengfeng base, he didn't touch the magic eye. He overcame such a big temptation in front of him. How could this little trick trap him ?”

"I also believe that Wanzi will definitely be able to come out." Aji stood up a little unsteadily, "The next level, Team Kang, and Brother Yao, you take the others first. My legs are too much of a drag , let me stay and take care of the child."

"You lame, what kind of hero are you?" Brother Yin was obviously merciless, scolding him, "I just used the medicine of He Danshi on my front foot, and I didn't want to return it. I want to go directly to the west? Who can I do it to?"

Aji is a thin-faced young man, she bowed her head in shame, na na: "No, that's not the case."

There are many people who are willing to stay alone as support.A group of unkempt people, with non-stop attacking methods, competed for this spot.

Until Feng Yao raised his hand: "There is no need to keep anyone, you all go up first. I am here."

"Brother Yao!"

"Feng... Brother Yao!"

"Feng Yao, I'm Wanzi's captain." Rong Kang gasped even harder.

Feng Yao raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Oh, I won't grab this from you. Everyone, don't rush to die heroically."

He and He Jing looked at each other, and after the latter nodded slightly, Feng Yao reluctantly let go, and raised his voice and said, "Let everyone see He Danfu master's ability, too?"

A few hours ago, He Jing proposed an idea to him.

He used the loose spirit formation when he came out of the illusion, so if he thinks about it, can he also use this kind of formation.

It has to be said that He Jing is smart enough and dares to think and act.This has always been deeply heartbreaking for Feng Yao - his little Jing'er has never been a weak person who blindly depends on others.Although he often wished that He Jing could rely on him more.

There is only one thing that Feng Yao didn't say:

He was both thankful and regretful about bringing He Jing here.

Fortunately, his former comrades-in-arms can get more chances of survival. Regrettably, the boy's next actions are not 100% guaranteed to be successful even by himself.

He hadn't rested for more than ten hours, and so did He Jing.But fighting is an instinct engraved in one's bones, but the formation method does not allow the slightest mistake.

For the first time, Feng Yao felt selfish: It would be great if He Jing could not bear this risk.

Without any assumptions, He Jing had already formed a chain of pearls on the ground to attract spirits.