Cultivating immortals is a hard job

"Brother Mo, try to use the Qi-observing Technique. All spiritual herbs will have overflowing spiritual energy around them."

Mo Xun nodded and followed his instructions.

Another half an hour later, Mo Xun suddenly said "Huh" and quickly went to the side. When Xiao Qian saw him, he hurriedly caught up.

When Xiao Qian came over, Mo Xun was already holding an unknown young grass in his hand. If you look carefully, you can see that there is indeed a spiritual energy around it, but it is extremely weak.

Xiao Qian shook his head lightly: "This is Yinye grass, which is mainly used to refine healing pills, but the age is far worse. It looks like it has just grown for a short time and is of no use!"

Despite this, Mo Xun still happily put it away carefully. It is useless to others, but it is of great use to him.

Like Mo Xun, who treats everything he sees as a treasure, Xiao Qian can also understand it. After all, for casual cultivators, cultivation resources are too scarce.

"Brother Mo, the spiritual medicines we are looking for must be at least a hundred years old, and we need to go deeper to find them."

Mo Xun patted the dirt on his hands and suddenly asked in confusion: "Brother Xiao, this place is covered with poisonous fog everywhere, why can these spiritual objects grow?"

The two walked together again, and their bodies slowly adapted to the miasma around them.

"Since this place could be used as a medicine garden before, there must be an excellent spiritual vein under the ground."

"Then do you know how this poisonous fog was formed?"

Xiao Qian shook his head: "That's unknown. This place has been formed for a long time, and there is no way to study it... However, there are several speculations from the outside world..."

Mo Xun looked at him and waited for the other party to continue.

But Xiao Qian suddenly stopped and looked at a pile of skeletons not far away.

"Brother Xiao, what is this?"

"I'm afraid he is also a fellow Taoist who came here to look for opportunities, but judging from the appearance, he should have died for many years."

Mo Xun nodded, looked around, and suddenly asked: "We have been in the valley for so long, Brother Xiao, do you feel anything strange?"

Xiao Qian looked at the scattered bones on the ground, waved his long sleeves suddenly, rolled up a piece of dead grass, and covered it.

"Brother Mo, you want to say that this forest is too quiet, right?"

Mo Xun nodded. He had such doubts since he entered this place.

"This is normal. Only some monsters can survive in this poisonous fog. Ordinary insects and wild beasts cannot come in."

After seeing the bones, the two began to concentrate, and the speed of travel was naturally slower.

But this is a bargain for Mo Xun. Wherever he passes, he often sees some spiritual medicine young grass that no one cares about. Mo Xun naturally puts them in his pocket without hesitation.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Qian could only shake his head helplessly.

As they went deeper into the valley, the number of corpses they saw gradually increased. Some of the corpses had not yet decayed, and were obviously dead not long ago. However, the storage bags on their bodies were nowhere to be found.

In order to prevent getting lost, Mo Xun buried a positioning symbol every few dozen miles.

Just as it was getting close to evening, when the two were preparing to find a place to rest for the night, Xiao Qian suddenly shouted, "Brother Mo, be careful!"

Then he suddenly fell to the ground, and at the moment when Xiao Qian spoke, Mo Xun used the wind control technique under his feet and quickly moved a few steps to the side.