Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

When the spiritual consciousness merged, a dense light suddenly appeared in the mirror of the bright heart, covering the spiritual consciousness of everyone. In an instant, the long cry sounded again, but no one was afraid anymore.

The further you go in, the more rapid the long calls, and the more lush the tree canopy. Except for a few spots of light coming out of the gaps, there is almost no light.

After a sound like the rubbing of branches and leaves, nearly a thousand falcons suddenly flew out from the canopy in all directions, and swooped down on several people. Their sharp and cold amber eyes completely locked their figures, making people feel chills stand on end for a moment.

Duan He immediately said: "Defense."

Wen Song immediately waved the red silk, while protecting himself, he strangled the falcon with different fire, and the others did the same.

However, there are too many of these falcons, and most of them are building foundations, so it is not easy to kill them completely.

Seeing this, Duan He took out three dark red spirit pills, crushed them, and then burned them with pill fire. After a while, a misty red mist scattered in all directions, "Hold your breath."

Wen Song quickly followed what Duan He said.

After the falcon inhaled the red mist, its movements were significantly slower.

Duan He reminded: "The effect of the medicine is only two hours, take advantage of this opportunity to attack."

The crowd responded.

Three hours passed, and there was a pile of charred corpses on the ground.

As the cold wind passed, the blood-stained feathers fluttered in mid-air and fell down again.

The smell of fresh blood penetrated into the tip of his nose, making Wen Song a little sick. He swallowed a Huiling Pill and Qingxin Pill, half-closed his eyes, and adjusted his breath secretly.

Duan He said softly: "This is a warning."

"Yes," Tao Wanqiu replied. He lowered his eyes and concentrated on applying medicine to the bloody hole on Lin Qi's shoulder blade, his voice was cold, "The master here doesn't want us to go in again."

Lin Qi leaned on Tao Wanqiu's arm and didn't speak. He was injured, and he was really uncomfortable at the moment.

From the tone of Tao Wanqiu's voice, Ji She heard his intention of retreating. He lowered his eyes and retreated after a long while: "Although I came up with the clue to the Yaowangling, the cultivation world always pays attention to fate. The Wang Ling was obtained by others, and Ji She only asked for a place that belonged to the Ling."

Tao Wanqiu glanced at the pale Lin Qi, turned to Ji She and said, "I'll leave later."

Ji She replied "Yes".

Two quarters of an hour later, Lin Qi got up from Tao Wanqiu, and they set off again.

Noticing that Wen Song and the others hadn't left, the sound of the monsters was no longer ethereal, but sharp and piercing. Even with the mirror of Mingxin protecting him, Wen Song still felt the trembling of the sea of ​​consciousness.

He asked: "Fellow Daoist Duan said that there is a beast in Mount Meng, what kind of beast is it?"

Duan He looked up at him, "Chi Xiao."

Wen Song paused for a moment before hesitatingly asked, "Is it the owner of this long cry?"

Duan He kept walking, "I don't know, I haven't seen it before."

Wen Song looked at Duan He who was rushing in, and stopped completely in place. To be honest, he was a little scared.

He had heard of such a ferocious beast as the red owl. Its beak was like a blade, and it could break through thousands of magic spells.

To fight such a fierce beast, he felt that his head was not strong enough.

Seeing that the people around him were gone, Duan He turned around and looked over, "Why didn't you leave?"

Wen Song sighed and asked, "What should I do if there is really a beast inside?"

Duan He took it for granted, "If you can't beat him, run away!"

Wen Song: "..."

What he said was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it.

"Let's go then!"

As the light smoke continued to flow in, all kinds of monsters emerged one after another, most of them were birds, and the most troublesome one was a Nascent Soul, ferocious and cunning, which tormented Wen Song and the others.

Wen Song looked at Lin Qi's haggard face, and handed him a Guiyuan Pill, "This is the top-quality panacea refined by Zhenjun Chongyao, which can supplement the original essence."

Lin Qi wasn't polite to him either, she accepted it and accepted it, "Thank you Songsong."

Wen Song bent his lips and smiled.

He looked around for a week, and threw a breath-insulating array around, "I have an idea."

Duan He said: "What?"

A little thought crossed Wen Song's eyes, "It was three days ago that we met the falcon. During these three days, only some monsters came to stop us, but the owner here never made a move. Why?"

Tao Wanqiu said: "Maybe there is something in its lair that needs to be protected, such as the Medicine King Token."

"This is one aspect," Wen Songning said, "Is there another possibility? It doesn't dare."

Duan He raised his eyes, "What do you mean?"

Wen Song made a bold guess: "What I mean is: its strength is not as good as ours, so it dare not show up."

Duan He snorted, "How is this possible?"

"Why is it impossible?"

Wen Song slowly put forward his own evidence, "I heard that monsters not only rely on their cultivation to determine who is the king, but also rely on their bloodlines. A monster with higher bloodline strength is enough to suppress a monster with lower bloodline strength with coercion." beast."

"Because of the cultivation level, the monster behind cannot show up, and can only command the subordinates to kill or drive us out. What do you think of this explanation?"

Duan He didn't answer, but he seriously thought about this possibility in his heart.

Ji She said: "Friend Daoist Wen is overthinking, maybe it just wants to lure us deeper, and then kill us."

"Impossible," Wen Song shook his head, directly denying his idea, "Actually, there is another reason I didn't say, since the Medicine King Order is the legacy left by the ancestors to the descendants, how could it make the descendants fall into a trap?" An irreversible desperation?"

"I have checked the list of people who entered the Yaowang Market in the past years. Among the hundred medicine king orders, there has never been one person who is the leader of the order. Take it out."

"So the test left to future generations may be difficult, but it will never be irreversible."

As he said that, he looked at Ji She, "I think this is why Ji Daoyou is looking for Duan Daoyou and his party, am I right?"

Ji She's position was in the shadow of the tree trunk, which made the already blurred face even more unclear, "Does Fellow Daoist Wen think too much?"

"I don't think so," Wen Song smiled softly, "It's not clear what the way forward is. Since you have doubts, why don't you leave now to solve this mystery."

"It's just that Ji Daoyou once said that the king of medicine is for those who can get it, and Xiao Qi and I are not as polite as you."

Ji She lightly rubbed the yellow leather gourd on his waist, but didn't respond to his words, whether it was acquiescence or what.

For the rest of the journey, the few people seemed to be living in peace, but they were wary of Ji She invisibly.

Lin Qi walked to Wen Song's side, and said via voice transmission: "Song Song, why do I think you seem to be a bit stronger."

Hearing what he said, Wen Song couldn't help but think of Yin Su. He pretended to think for a while, and then showed off faintly: "Maybe it's the Taoist companion who teaches well!"

Lin Qi: "..."

Inexplicably feel that I have lost.

He clenched his fists, trying to win the game, "Qiuqiu will teach me alchemy whenever he has free time. When we go back, we will compare and see who can refine the alchemy higher."

Wen Song readily agreed, "Okay!"