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"Xiao Song, be careful, there are many poisonous weeds here, and there are mid-level red-eyed snakes appearing in the middle of the night!"

A middle-aged monk walked to the bonfire, patted his companion on the shoulder, and joked: "You are too thin, full of bones."

"Xiao Song, don't listen to his threats, they are all low-level snakes!" Another middle-aged monk under the tree said, "If something happens, call for help, I will save you."

"Okay." The monk called "Xiao Song" nodded in good humor, "Thank you."

His teammates leaned against the big tree, talked and laughed and took out futons, preparing to meditate and rest, while he kept watch alone.

The orange bonfire shone on his face, flickering brightly and darkly.

Someone under the big tree shouted: "Xiao Song, draw me some more miasma-proofing talismans tomorrow!"

"Xiao Song, then give me a few too."

The thin Fushi replied again: "Got it."

In a secret exploration team, there are always such fringe characters.

The force and combat skills are mediocre, but they happen to be useful.

Cautious personality, honest and good-tempered, never make trouble to slow down.If a teammate asks him to work, he probably won't refuse.Make fun of him, he just smiles foolishly.

Sleeping in the wilderness, the night is deserted, the sky is high and the earth is wide.

The cold wind blows through the river and the woods, the sound of the water murmurs, the sound of the forest rustles, and there is a faint fishy smell in the wind.

"Xiao Song, you are always on duty every night, you should find them to change." Someone approached and whispered, "Tonight is different from before. There are really middle-level red-eyed snakes in this place."

"Xiao Song" beside the campfire shook his head: "It's okay."

"I don't know what's good or bad." The man made fun of himself, let out a light snort, shook his head and walked back under the tree.

Song Qianji used a stick to push away the ashes in the fire, and exhaled lightly.

This is the sixth day he has entered the secret realm. The smell in the wind is familiar, the scenery seems familiar, and the dusty memory is gradually activated, like an old painting recolored, slowly spreading in his mind.

The terrain of the mountains and rivers in the secret realm is quite different from the previous life, and the past experience is used up to [-]-[-]%.

Perhaps because there are many heroes competing for the throne, and all parties want to seize more resources as soon as possible, more monks have entered the secret realm this time, and the situation is more complicated.

No one wants to fight alone, even casual cultivators will temporarily form a team.Each team has one or two core figures who lead the team and determine the resource allocation method. Teammates form a group to help each other and show their strengths.

Song Qianji was alone on the first day, attracting attention and being feared wherever he went.It was even suspected that they were not normal monks, but spirits and monsters.

He came to look for someone, and the more concealed his whereabouts, the better, so he changed his name to Song Xun, and found a suitable casual repair team to join.

He claimed that he got separated from his companions when he entered the passage of the secret realm, and left immediately after the passage reopened after three months. During this period, he just wanted to seek shelter and get some resources.

This team of casual cultivators consisted of seven people, hired by a great alchemist, and came here to find spiritual herbs.

They were originally unwilling to accept new teammates. Song Qianji didn't explain much, and directly swore: "Unless you attack me first, I have no intention of harming anyone."

After getting along for a few days, everyone knew that he was harmless and useful, and that he worked more and got less, so they gradually let go of their guard against him.

This drug hunting team was the best result selected by Song Qianji's secret observation and selection.

The captain is in the mid-Yuanying stage, calm and down-to-earth.The teammates are mainly in the late stage of Jindan, the whole team is pure casual practice, and they have practiced various skills.Although the strength is good, but he is unwilling to take the initiative to provoke the team of the big sect and the big family.

The person he was going to kill was seriously injured, and most of them wanted to find herbs in the secret realm, and the number of top-level spirit herbs was limited, so they would meet sooner or later.

The fat formation master who just asked for the miasma-avoiding talisman walked around the tree, calculated the position, and laid down the formation materials and formation flags.Circles of golden light flashed, and a simple small protective formation was formed, protecting the meditating teammates within a spherical barrier composed of messy golden threads.

The doctor sprinkled the powder to drive away the poisonous insects, and the sword repairer put the sword horizontally on his knee.

Spirit grass grows in the deep forest, and there are often poisonous miasma, snakes, insects, rats and ants, and vicious monsters, so we must guard against it.

Not long after, Song Qianji heard the breathing rhythm of his teammates calm down, and gradually fell into a trance.

He stood up, walked to the shade under the tree, and quietly laid down seven or eight pieces of array material.

The golden light streaks across, the original array is more beautiful after reinforcement, and the lines are harmonious and smooth.Song Qianji looked around and felt a little satisfied before returning to the campfire.

He was used to Ji Chen's well-organized front lines, and it was really unpleasant to look at such rough and sloppy works.

There are few cold stars in the sky.

The riverbed in the secret place is called Blood River Valley because of the precipitation of a special mineral, and the river water is dark red.

The quieter the night, the louder the roar of the beasts in the deep forest, and the roar of the flowing water is like breaking up mountains and rubble.

Song Qianji lowered his eyes, subconsciously turning a dark red bead with his fingers in his sleeve.

The night wind blew over his forehead, hair and sleeves, bringing a sweet and fishy smell, like the smell of rotten fragrant flowers.

There is a faint singing sound, there are no lyrics, only tactful chants.

Song Qianji raised his eyes suddenly, flicked his sleeves, and a talisman was thrown behind him, sticking directly to the tree trunk.

The wind is blowing, black clouds are rolling, covering the stars and the moon.

"Hush-hush-"

The sound came from all directions, gathering like a tide, and surrounded Song Qianji heavily.

Something with scales slid across the dense forest and grass, making the rustle of clothes rubbing against bamboo mats.

In the dense forest, countless blood-red vertical pupils lit up one after another, like twinkling red lanterns.

The sky is dark, the pupils are bloody and bloody.

Suddenly there was a coquettish call: "Master Immortal!"

The voice was soft and charming, as if calling for help, with a trembling ending, making one's bones shiver.

Song Qianji frowned slightly.

Seeing that he was indifferent, the voice approached step by step: "Song Immortal Master, Song Xun Immortal Master."

"Song Xun, Song Xun."

"Hush-hush-"

The voice is like crying and laughing, and it has some kind of magical power. Accompanied by the sweet and greasy wind, it goes straight into the cochlea.

The sound of the strong wind, the sound of the long snake spitting letters, and the voice of the woman's delicate cry, covered the whole field.

The crescent moon suddenly emerged from the clouds, and the faint light poured into the dense forest, illuminating a charming lotus face.

The beauty with black hair and snow skin hid in the forest, only showing one face, calling out:

"Song Xun. Come here."

Song Qianji sat in front of the bonfire, his eyes seemed to be empty:

"Come here today, not to seize treasures, and have no intention of killing. You wait to leave quickly."

His voice was not loud, but he cut through the wind like a sharp sword and passed through the forest.

Manlin's red-eyed snake seemed to be irritated, and hissed loudly for a while.

They frantically flicked their tails, causing the trees to shake violently.

The casual cultivators under the big tree were bathed in golden light all over their bodies. Under the protection of formations and silent symbols, they closed their eyes and settled down, with a relaxed and peaceful expression.

"What a ruthless gentleman." The beauty smiled resentfully, twisted her waist, gracefully approached the campfire, and glanced under the tree, "You protect them like this, but they don't know. What are you trying to do?"

She only wears a layer of spun gauze, which is light and transparent, fluttering in the wind.

The sweet and greasy taste in the wind is more intense, almost making people breathless.

The casual cultivator who closed his eyes and meditated frowned, with fine sweat dripping from his forehead.

The light gauze floats towards Song Qianji, like a cloud covering the sky, constantly changing its posture.

Sometimes it looks like a golden mountain, and sometimes it looks like a palace.

The singing sounded again, becoming softer and more seductive:

"Song Xun, let me see, what do you want most...huh?"

The veil froze in mid-air.The beautiful woman's voice stopped abruptly, and she showed a bewildered expression.

What's this?A piece of green stuff?

At this moment, Song Qianji's palm moved slightly.

"Whoosh!"

A fire dragon flew out of his palm, with a domineering and violent aura, it rushed into the forest.

More than a dozen black shadows rushed towards the light circle under the tree, but they seemed to hit an invisible wall, and were knocked down ten feet away, breaking the tree.

The snake skin as hard as steel was burned, and black smoke sizzled, and the snake twisted unwillingly.

Song Qianji threw the burning stick in his hand, like drawing a bow and shooting an arrow.

Sparks exploded all the way, and the broken wood broke the wind, just hovering at the beauty's throat.

The beauty's eyes were frightened, and she let out a sharp scream.

Song Qianji said lightly: "Don't come out again."

He tucked his palm into his sleeve, and the wooden stick fell to the ground not far away, and the fire was extinguished.

The red-eyed snake is like the ebb tide of the sea, panicking and not choosing its way.After a while, the dense forest returned to tranquility.

Song Qianji glanced at the loose cultivator teammates and shook his head helplessly.

This Jingmei is only two hundred years old, still very young.

There are many snakes in the dense forest. It eats snakes all the year round, so it is good at controlling snakes.

Jingmei likes to confuse people's hearts with singing, stir up people's desires, and confuse people's minds.

The monks are their best tonic. After eating the essence and blood, eat the heart and liver, and chew the bones to eat.

After the secret realm was opened, the monks outside wanted to gain opportunities, and the monsters and spirits inside also wanted to have a full meal.

"Demons eat demons. Demons eat people. People eat monsters. People eat people." Song Qianji peeled another stick to fiddle with the bonfire, and whispered to himself, "Eating and eating is not as interesting as farming."

The bonfire is crackling, and the night is long.

At dawn the next day, Song Qianji put away his talismans and array materials, and restored the tree to its original state.

The casual cultivators opened their eyes one after another and got up to move around.

The captain scanned the surroundings vigilantly, and signaled the monks in the team who were good at escapism and hiding to go find the way.

The fat formation master picked up the formation materials, and stretched his waist with a smile: "Since Xiao Song joined the team, we haven't encountered any monsters at night, so lucky."

Song Qianji distributed the newly made anti-miasma talisman to his teammates.Some people thanked him politely, some people took it for granted, Song Qianji always smiled.

The captain gave him a bottle of low-level qi-invigorating pills: "Working for a great alchemist, just for this benefit, the pills are enough. This time the harvest is good, if you can get a 'Hundred Years Lihuo Grass', the reward will be higher." If it is doubled, it counts as Xiao Song's share."

The distribution method was changed, and some people in the team frowned and hesitated to speak.

"I don't contribute much, so you don't need to share it with me." Song Qianji refused in time, avoiding a dispute and gaining two or three satisfied eyes of "you are sensible".

"I'm back, I'm back!" shouted the teammates who went to explore the road, "Guess what I encountered?"

He is thin and small, jumping out of the forest, like a flexible monkey, even his expression is similar.

The round-faced fat master smiled and said, "Zhang Hou, you don't see snakes, do you?"

Zhang Hou widened his eyes, excited and frightened: "Good guy, there are snakes all over the ground! Hundreds of them are all red-eyed snakes!"

All the teammates surrounded him, and Song Qianji stood on the edge, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"Then you can come back alive?" The sword repairer in the team was talkative and mean, and he would sneer when he spoke, "Why didn't I know that you have such a great ability?"

Zhang Hou's face was pale: "They are all dead snakes! They are being skinned!"

Red-eyed snake skin is a good refining material, which can be made into body armor.

The captain looked serious when he heard the words: "Someone killed hundreds of red-eyed snakes overnight? Who is it?"

"I don't dare to take a closer look, for fear of being regarded as an enemy." Zhang Hou said, "There are many of them, all wearing silver armor, and the leader is young. I heard people calling him 'Senior Brother Cigou'."

There was a sound of breathing around:

"Could it be, Li Cigou?"

"Still wearing silver armor, it shouldn't be wrong."

Song Qianji thought casually, this title is quite strange.Isn't the second dog the second dog?

But everyone was silent and the atmosphere was weird, he finally couldn't help asking: "Who is that?"

The doctor next to Song Qianji bumped his arm: "Don't you know Li Cigou?"

Song Qianji shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

All the teammates stared at him in disbelief.

Fat Master said: "Li Cigou, King Wei's confidant. The leader of the chess test at the Wen Yahui back then, if he hadn't caught up with the "Star Picking Game" that hadn't happened in a hundred years, he would have been the most popular. After King Wei became self-reliant, he never Ziyun Temple broke through and voted for King Wei. You don’t even know this, where did you come from? Which small island overseas?!”

Song Qianji could only remain silent.

Going to the Wen Yahui reminds him of something from his previous life. He vaguely remembers watching the chess test and instructing Ji Chen how to get started.

Jing Mei, who walks on the snake, ran into a wall with him last night, resentful, and turned around full of anger, just in time to bump into Wei Zhenyu.

"Meeting people who are not kind", unfortunately, the group will be destroyed.

No one really cared where Xiao Song came from, they were more concerned about another matter at this time.

The captain pondered: "Since Li Cigou is here, it means..."

The talkative sword repairer rushed to say: "King Wei must be there!"

As soon as the words were broken, everyone looked at each other with bright eyes and nervous expressions.

Song Qianji was stunned, wondering why you were so excited.

The secret realm is rich in resources. If Wei Zhenyu doesn't lead a team to venture there, is he still cooking at home?

Teammates are gearing up:

"Meeting is fate, fate is rare!"

"King Wei's team is different from other sects. Can we form a team with them?"

"Even if you can't make it, you should still see King Wei's demeanor."

Song Qianji took a deep breath and said vaguely, "No need."

"Xiao Song, are you stupid?!" Jianxiu glanced at him in disgust.

Song Qianji coughed lightly: "I mean, King Wei might not be willing."

The captain tightened his grip on the handle of his waist knife, bearing the expectations of all his teammates except Song Qianji:

"Let's try it!"

The doctor turned around and greeted: "Xiao Song, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up, there are snakes in this place!"

Song Qianji smiled wryly.

The secret realm is so big, but encounters are inevitable.

……

The morning breeze is slightly cool, and the breath of vegetation is refreshing.

The morning sun rose, and the sun passed through the gaps in the dense forest, casting golden beams of light.

Li Cigou listened to the self-introduction of the casual repair leader and explained the purpose of his visit, with a friendly attitude and a smile on his face:

"King Wei is in front, I will take you there."

A group of silver armored guards "escorted" them to the depths of the dense forest.

Song Qianji followed silently at the end of the team.

The further you go, the bigger the snake corpse is, at first it is as thick as an arm, and finally it looks like felled trees lying on the ground.

The blood spread, forming a gurgling river, and the smell of blood was pungent.

Some of the casual cultivators' faces were pale, and they covered their mouths to vomit, not sure if they felt remorse.

Song Qianji raised his foot to step over the snake corpse.The soles of the boots were soaked in blood, and when they stepped on the fallen leaves, they made a sticky patter.

"King Wei." He heard people calling out around him.

Passing through the gaps between the figures, Song Qianji saw the man sitting under a tree, lowering his head and wiping his sword.

A sea of ​​blood billowed in a radius of hundreds of feet, only a piece of dead wood under his body was clean, like a throne.

Gold armor, red cloak, blood on his cheeks, and a lock of black hair hanging down his temples.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes slightly, his brows and eyes were sharp, indifferent and majestic.

Wei Zhenyu felt a bunch of eyes falling on him, and when he looked around, there were all strange faces.