After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

The light and shadow are mottled, the forest is verdant, the breeze rustles the leaves, and the footsteps of the two in the silent dark forest are inaudible.

Yan Lin walked behind, rubbing his chest to relieve the sharp pain, and staring at the front intently. An Jinnian walked lightly, wearing a gray and white gown with slits at the waist, elegant hem, straight and slender legs, and the clothes of an outer disciple. The aura of the robe he was wearing was Ling Ran. Looking at it this way, it seemed to be the astonishing Immortal Yunhua in the mid-heaven realm in his memory.

Yan Lin pursed her lips.

You know, the black unicorn blood is an important treasure to improve the blood spirit. Without it, the blood spirit cannot break through the realm in a short period of time, so An Jinnian's realm cannot be improved quickly. His road ahead will only be more difficult.

Now, it was thrown to him.

He didn't do anything, he didn't even say anything difficult, when was he so kind...

"If you don't want it, or if you feel disrespected, you can return it to me. You don't have to hesitate all the time." He seemed to have eyes behind him, and he said slowly while walking, and then he stopped Footsteps, turned around, spread out his right hand, raised his chin: "Hey...give it back to me?"

Yan Lin glanced at him.

His gray and white clothes fluttered with the dark wind, and his untied black hair was entangled. His black hair and red eyes reflected his appearance.

Looking down at the hands in front of him, the wide sleeves were pulled back by the evening wind, exposing the wrists as white as Haoxue, very delicate, he naturally looked away, and said indifferently: "It's too late, gentleman promise, give it to me and it will be mine." There is no reason to return the things that belonged to you.”

The other party was not annoyed, but just smiled, withdrew his hand, and stroked his sleeves, as if he was pleasing him by being protective, and the boiling coldness dissipated a little: "Since it is yours, why don't you It's close to you."

……

When the two arrived at the appointed place, Han Qisheng and An Yijing had been waiting there for a long time with their swords in their arms. Seeing their figures, Han Qisheng's eyes lit up, and with a bright smile on his face, he immediately greeted them.

An Yijing also took a few steps forward timidly.

"You said you were going to explore the way, why are you still walking behind us?" Han Qisheng stood in front of them, looked around the two of them, and finally fell on Yan Lin's somewhat pale face, frowning slightly, and flashed A little nervous.

"But what happened on the way?"

Yan Lin was embarrassed by his concerned gaze, and was about to explain, but An Jinnian who was beside him took the conversation away.

"It's okay, I just accidentally lost my way and encountered a disobedient spirit beast. We fought with it and took some effort to subdue it."

The tone of the clear voice was raised, and the sincere face was open and full of youthful vigor, as if he had experienced a thrilling and vivid battle, and the joy was uncontrollable.

Yan Lin listened silently.

If they hadn't been together all this time, he would have believed it.

Han Qisheng nodded, seeing that the two of them had no obvious trauma, and there was no blood stain on their robes, so he believed his words, exhaled a breath, and smiled with relief: "It's fine, then let's go on the road quickly. After a while, Youchi should be right in front of you."

Yan Lin nodded: "Okay."

After a brief tidying up, the four of them set off towards Youchi.

I don’t know if it’s just luck, but I didn’t meet a single person or a team along the way. Even if they stood on the border of Youchi, there was still an empty space. You know, there are only three target spirit treasures in total for so many people, and they just managed to pass through. Unimpeded direct access to the destination.

However, if you don't meet, there is another possibility.

Maybe, a team has already started to fight secretly, using various conspiracy methods along the way to eliminate dissidents. They can't see it, so naturally they don't know it. The only thing they are lucky is that these people haven't pointed their swords at them yet.

Looking around, there is a barren brown rock, empty and lifeless, and the lush dense forest has moved away from them. The rocks are layered on top of each other, and each piece is a deep gully crack, and white smoke curls up from it. Up, the rich place completely blocks the ground below the ankles.

The miasma of the relics is maze, there is no dead wood and weeds, and there is no life.

In fact, the place where they were standing was the border of the Youchi, and their vision was fairly clear, and they entered the Youchi environment three feet ahead, and as far as their eyes could see, there was only a vast expanse of whiteness, blurred and hazy.

Youchi can be roughly divided into three areas, the first is the most border of Youchi, Miasma Poisonous Pond.

Viewed from a distance, the white waves surge and flow like tides. Seen closely, they look like light and piled up white cotton, lingering and winding. But this seemingly troublesome white mist and miasma are just a blindfold. The real horror is the drama hidden deep in the gully. Poisonous red-headed centipede.

They are numerous, densely packed, and of different sizes. After being bitten, the body becomes stagnant, and the body will be paralyzed in an instant, losing strength and falling to the ground. Surrounded, dragged into the nest.

until eaten up...

If you pass through the poisonous miasma pool, you will be greeted by a steep hillside with breathtaking terrain. There is a cave at the foot of the hill, which is the entrance to the second floor.

Once you step into it, you are in the realm of delusion.

As the name suggests, there is an inexplicable magical power in which the delusional thoughts hang on. It is like a seductive treasure, a peerless beauty, and supreme power.

In his last life, he was defeated by this.

Maybe it's because he has too many distracting thoughts, the profound scenes in his mind intersect with the emptiness of reality, interspersed constantly, the picture in front of him hovers between the real and the false, the hatred in his heart is enlarged, unwilling, and the resentment slowly eating away at his consciousness.

He couldn't control his mood, and even forgot to control it completely. There was only a single thought in his head, revenge.

In the end, he looked ahead with scarlet eyes, and patted the back of An Jinnian who couldn't tell the real from the fake...

The rest of the matter was blank, and when he really came back to his senses, when he woke up, he was already lying in the Dongyuan guest room of the Yunjing faction.

Lost the qualifications of the relic wonderland——

So, in the final analysis, he has never been to this so-called third floor, and he has never seen the water in the deep pool—the purple leaf lotus root.

Yan Lin looked at the miasma that seemed to be in a fairyland, and was slightly fascinated.

The few of them were too quiet, and Han Qisheng spoke first: "This place is full of miasma and ravines. There may be something dangerous inside. When we go in later, it's best to open the vacuum."

Yan Lin didn't make a sound.

The vacuum is useless, he has tried it before.

The mouth of the red-headed centipede is extremely sharp, like a sharp sword, which can easily penetrate the vacuum of the Golden Core Stage.

So, it's just a mantising arm.

He is familiar with this place, so he is naturally prepared.

Pyrethrin, the antidote of the red-headed centipede, if the powder is sprinkled on the body, it will be safe and sound within half a meter. Unless it is a centipede that is specially conquered, it will generally not mess with them.

Thinking about it, Yan Lin turned his head to look at An Yijing who was standing beside An Jinnian.

In his last life, there were no female monks in his team, and groups of red-headed centipedes would inevitably not hurt her when they crawled out.

Moreover, he doesn't dislike this little girl, she is restrained and quiet, like a timid rabbit. After all, she is still young, and such a scene might scare her, otherwise, he would secretly put some permethrin later on. On her, keep her safe.

Perhaps his gaze was too direct, An Yijing herself was more sensitive to gaze, she squeezed her clothes tightly with delicate hands, lowered her head shyly, her cheeks were reddish, she wanted to look up, but she didn't dare, so she could only unconsciously go An Jinnian took a step behind, seeking shelter.

Yan Lin was taken aback for a moment, realizing that he had stared too far, and was a little abrupt towards a little girl, and wanted to say something.

But when he moved, he met a pair of cold eyes. Yan Lin looked up and saw that gentle and handsome face looking at him with a calm expression.

Yan Lin's eyes trembled, and he turned away his face in an extremely flat manner, and staggered his eyes.

He didn't feel embarrassed about being caught, but he just felt that his childhood sweetheart was different. He looked so closely, but it was just a subtle look with such a strong possessive desire.

That being the case, let's talk about it later...

Han Qisheng was older than them, and he was standing at the front with a perfect mid-stage golden core. He looked straight ahead and said, "Then let's go."

Yan Lin didn't say much, and followed behind him.

And a gaze from behind fell on him, like a glow on his back.

After walking a distance of three feet, stepping into the poisonous miasma pool, a white and heavy breath rushed towards them, tightly wrapping around them. Almost at the same moment, their right hands changed and squeezed a formula, and the vacuum appeared, and immediately Block out the miasma.

It was okay to look at it from a distance just now, but when I walked in, I found that the white miasma and fog were thick, and it was all white. If it weren't for the vacuum around them, I'm afraid they couldn't even see a shadow of people.

"The miasma here is too heavy, we have to keep up, it's hard to find people once we get separated." Yan Lin stood in the middle and said.

"Qing He is right, and pay more attention to the movement around him. As soon as he stepped in, he felt a very strange feeling." Han Qisheng said seriously, his brows were full of seriousness and alertness.

Yan Lin nodded.

An Jinnian and An Yijing stood behind them and answered accordingly.

The four of them walked straight, maybe it was instinct, everyone carefully avoided every place where the gully was cracked, walked for a while, but there was no movement, Yan Lin felt strange, why the red-headed centipede didn't move at all, and the three golden elixir For them, the people who are cultivating immortals are three extremely attractive and great supplements, and there is not even a shadow of them dangling in front of them like this.

too weird.

In this weird atmosphere, they walked for about a cup of tea, and there was a small crawling sound.

Han Qisheng in front of him paused, turned his head, looked at him, and also glanced at An Jinnian, who was walking at the end, and nodded to be careful, while he took two steps forward, and moved his right fingers together. Pointing, Chen Jianzheng flew out in an instant, swung his sword across, white light flashed across, and a huge hole was cut in the miasma ten feet ahead.

With the long sword in his hand, Han Qisheng seemed to be a different person, with a sharp aura added to his clean and thorough taste.

The scene in front of them instantly fell into the eyes of the four of them, their eyes sank and they frowned.

On the colorful and criss-crossing ravines, there are more than a dozen corpses lying here and there, wearing the costumes of disciples of various sects. The clothes of each corpse are torn, the bright red flesh and blood are turned out, the faces and hands are full of scars from sharp weapons, and the teeth marks of ferocious beasts. , as if torn apart by something, bloodstains meander in the tiny grooves, and every face is horrified and miserable.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, pungent and nauseating.

Such a tragic appearance seems to have experienced a massacre, or a unilateral massacre.

"You must not hurt people's lives in the relic fairyland." These were the original words of the land master before they came in, and they were also a warning. Now it seems that someone has broken the rules.

"What... what is this?!" An Yijing stood next to a corpse, her face turned pale, and she shouted in surprise.

Walking over, looking down, it was the corpse of a red-headed centipede.

"If I remember correctly, this is... the red-headed centipede, which was mentioned in Zhongtian Miscellaneous Magazine. It lives in groups, often stays in places with strong miasma, and likes to eat human flesh and blood." Han Qisheng said with a complicated expression.He squatted down and felt strange again: "But, something is wrong...the number of centipedes is too small, they like to hunt in groups, and wherever they go, they will only leave bones, and will never let go of a trace of flesh and blood ...and there are so many dead bodies here... and not a single bone."

That's right, this is also what he thought was unreasonable when he saw it for the first time.

Unless, someone took permethrin like him——

His eyes swept over the bodies of these people. Except for the red, there was no light yellow powder around, and if it wasn't scattered around, where would it be placed?

At this time, his eyes were attracted by something, each corpse had a black sachet tied around its waist, he suddenly understood, his expression changed slightly, he turned his head to Han Qi and said: "Use the sword!"

When Han Qisheng heard this, he threw the sword to him without saying a word.

Yan Linkong took it, white light flashed out, the tip of the sword picked up the sachet on one of the corpses, with a flick of the sharp blade, the cloth was cut, and the light yellow powder fell on the ground and mixed with the blood.

"Permethrin...I should have thought of it earlier." Han Qisheng stared at the powder on the ground and said in a deep voice.

"The bite marks and lacerations on these people were indeed caused by red-headed centipedes, but they had permethrin on them, so even if they were injured, they would not be killed. Someone should have killed them." An Jinnian put his arms around his arms. In front of his chest, he looked around and said calmly, staring at these tragic corpses.

"It's too cruel..." An Yijing pursed her lips tightly, her expression unbearable.

Where is the man who killed them?

Just when everyone's attention was being drawn, there was a sound of sharp blades piercing the air, standing beside Yan Lin who was standing at the back.

"bass--!"

Yan Lin turned his head to the side, looked at a sword light that was approaching rapidly, held the Floating Scroll in his hand, and his pupils shrank!