The young monk in the forest was walking on a long cliff.

In the distance, in a dense forest, a young monk in a blood-colored robe was approaching a place in front.

He was a disciple of the Blood River Sect, and he stared at the front.

In the thorny thorns, several blood-red spiritual grasses were growing quietly.

"A three-hundred-year-old blood essence grass and two blood essence grasses over a hundred years old must not be let go easily."

"Blood essence grass needs to be nourished by the essence of monsters, and there must be blood vines around it to protect it."

He muttered a few words, and after looking around, he saw some animal-shaped white bones hidden in the thorns.

The young man in the blood-robed robe slapped his waist with his left hand, and a black gourd flew into his palm. He gently pulled open the stopper.

He muttered something, then raised his right hand, put two fingers together, and pointed it into the gourd.

"Wow~"

A ball of extremely smelly blood-red liquid flew out from it and quickly spread to the surrounding thorns.

Where the blood ball spread, those seemingly dead brambles suddenly flashed with blood, came alive, and slammed towards the blood ball.

The moment the brambles touched the blood ball, they made a "hissing!" sound, as if they were corroded by something.

Not long after, a large area of ​​thorn bushes here were completely corroded, and puffs of black smoke came out from the ground.

Only a few blood essence grasses were left, emitting a bright blood light, which affected his mind.

The blood-robed youth's body shook, and he flew closer to the front. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a blood-colored hand that was about a foot long. He grabbed a few blood-essence grasses.

He stared at the blood-essence grass in his palm excitedly, and was about to put it into the storage bag.

"Swish! Swish!"

Several faint silver rays shot out from his back. After flying closer, he found that they were more than a dozen silver flying needles as thin as cow hair.

Each needle was half a foot long, with cold rays radiating from the tip, and revealing a little purple light, which was obviously poisoned.

The blood-robed youth also reacted instantly, stepped on the ground, and dodged to the side. Unfortunately, there were so many silver flying needles that he couldn't avoid them all.

"Puff!"

Seven or eight of them sank into the ground on one side, and five or six of them went straight into the youth's body.

As soon as these fine needles touched his body, they immediately flowed into his meridians along the blood vessels.

The blood-robed young man vomited a large mouthful of black blood, and his right hand quickly reached for the storage bag on his waist, but it was obviously too late.

A large area of ​​black and purple had appeared on his lips and hands, and spread everywhere.

After a short while, he lost his breath and died.

After waiting for a few breaths, everything returned to calm, and no one walked out.

Suddenly, a whistling sound broke through the air.

A small red sword flew out and came directly to the neck of the blood-robed young man who fell to the ground, and gently circled it.

With a "puff".

Black and purple blood spurted out, and the head rolled to one side.

Then a tall young man came out from the hidden place. The clothes he wore were the inner door clothes of the Daluo Sect.

The tall young man walked to the corpse of the young man in the blood robe with a look of disdain, stretched out his hand and grabbed it. With a light trembling sound of "buzzing", several silver ox-hair needles were immediately taken out of his body.

He also collected the silver needles that shot into the ground.

He whispered softly.

"The venom refined by this poisonous saliva grass is really useful. Those who are hit will die in two breaths~"

As he said, the tall young man flipped his left hand, took out a white jade bottle, carefully opened the stopper, and introduced the silver needles into it.

There was some dark purple venom inside.

Daluomen is good at refining various magic weapons, including hidden weapons. This kind of magic weapon is not powerful in frontal combat, but it is extremely concealed. After being poisoned, it is very useful for sneak attacks in such unfamiliar places.

The tall young man stretched out his hand to take off the storage bag of the disciple of the Blood River Sect, hung it on his waist, and flicked his finger to eject a fireball and burn it.

He flew away directly.

......

As time went by, many cultivators who entered the secret realm also collected a lot of spiritual herbs.

Compared with the time-consuming and labor-intensive process of picking spiritual herbs, many cultivators have begun to obtain more spiritual herbs by assassinating disciples of other sects.

This is also more efficient. As you go deeper into the secret realm, the chance of encountering disciples of other sects will increase.

Or a few Qi-refining cultivators suddenly jumped out of the pool, or

When flying over the dense forest, various spells bombarded from below.

Fighting broke out in various places in the secret realm, and the fighting continued.

......

Lin Chen was flying over a dense forest while driving Qingyun. For safety, he did not fly high, but low, just a few feet above the ground.

Soon, a gap between two peaks appeared in front of him. He looked around and found nothing unusual.

After pondering, Lin Chen also released his spiritual sense and scanned it carefully, but found nothing.

After all, such a place is very suitable for ambush, and it is better to be careful than to be safe.

Only then did he feel relieved to urge Qingyun under his feet and continue to fly forward.

However, in just a few days, his storage bag had more than a dozen hundred-year-old spiritual medicines, seven or eight two-hundred-year-old spiritual herbs, and even a three-hundred-year-old spiritual herb.

All of them are rare in the outside world, but they are very easy to obtain in this secret realm of Yinwu Valley.

As for the monsters he encountered, they all died without much effort under the sneak attack of the Soul-Scattering Divine Wind.

Lin Chen was in a very good mood at the moment. He raised his eyelids and looked forward, his eyes flickering.

As long as he crossed this mountain gap, he could reach a basin. The spiritual energy in the basin was more concentrated, and the spiritual grass would grow more luxuriantly.

Suddenly.

"Puff!"

A black and purple mist shot out from a tree canopy below, rushing towards his body with great momentum, rolling and sweeping.

The coverage area was dozens of feet in size, coming from all directions, and there was no way to avoid it.

Lin Chen's face froze, and his skin turned black and purple in an instant when the mist invaded his body.

"Plop!"

His body fell straight into the dense forest below.

At this time, four figures shot out from all directions, two wearing blood robes and two wearing Gui Luomen's black robes.

They flew towards the place where they fell with excitement, but when they arrived, they were dumbfounded.

There was no corpse on the ground, but a piece of black dead wood.

"Oh no, we fell into a trap!"

The four people reacted immediately and looked around.

At this time, Lin Chen jumped down from a tree canopy, holding a small red flag in his palm, looking at them with a cold look.

"The four Taoist friends are very open and aboveboard~"

At the same time, he pointed his left hand at the small red flag and took out a ball of three-color flames.

He put it to his mouth and blew it gently.

Whoosh~

A dozen tiny red flames flew out immediately and fell lightly on the four people.

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