"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 him scare you, they are all low-level snakes!" Another middle-aged monk under the tree said, "If you have something to do, just shout help, I will save you."

"Okay." The monk named "Xiao Song" nodded with a good temper, "Thank you."

His teammates leaned against the big tree, took out the cushion with laughter and prepared to meditate and rest, while he was alone in the night.

The orange-yellow bonfire shone on his face, and the light and darkness flashed.

Someone shouted under the big tree: "Xiao Song, tomorrow I will draw a few more miasma-removing talismans!"

"Xiao Song, then give me some pictures."

The thin talisman master replied again: "I understand."

There are always such marginal figures in a secret adventure team.

The martial arts are mediocre, but they are just useful.

He is cautious in character, honestly, has little temper, and never causes trouble and is dragged down. If his teammates command him to work, he will most likely not refuse. He jokes about him, but he just smiles foolishly.

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

The cold wind blew across the river, the woods, the sound of water was gurgling, the sound of forests rustled, and there was a faint fishy smell in the wind.

"Xiao Song, you are always on the night side, you should ask them to change it." Someone leaned closer and whispered, "Tonight is different from before. There are really mid-level red-eyed snakes in this place."

"Xiao Song" by the bonfire shook his head: "It's okay."

"It's not good." The man was bored, snorted, shook his head and walked back to the tree.

Song Qianji used a stick to push away the ashes from the fire and exhale gently.

This is the sixth day he entered the secret realm. The wind tastes familiar, the scenery seems familiar, and the dusty memories are gradually activated, like a re-colored old painting, slowly spreading out in his mind.

The mountains, rivers and terrain in the secret realm are very different from those in previous lives, and the past experience can be used up to 30% or 40%.

Perhaps because the heroes are competing for the next round, all parties want to seize more resources as soon as possible. There are more cultivators entering the secret realm this time, and the situation is more complicated.

No one is willing to fight alone, even if the casual cultivator will form a temporary team. Each team has one or two core characters leading the team, which determines the way of resource allocation, and teammates join forces to help each other and show their strengths.

Song Qianji was alone on the first day, and he was noticed everywhere he went, and was afraid of others. He was even suspected of not being a normal monk, but a kind of monster.

He came to find someone, and the more hidden he was, the better he was. Therefore, he was named Song Xun and found a suitable team of casual cultivators to join.

He claimed that he was separated from him when he entered the secret passage. After three months, the passage opened and left immediately. During this period, he only wanted to seek shelter and get some resources.

This team of casual cultivators has a total of seven people, and is employed by a great alchemist to come to find spiritual herbs.

They were unwilling to accept their new teammates, so Song Qianji did not explain much and swore directly: "Unless you guys, I will never be harmed."

After several days of getting along, everyone knew that he was harmless and useful, and he worked more and took less work, so he gradually let go of his guard against him.

This medicine hunting team was the best result selected by Song Qianji secretly observed and selected.

The captain is calm and down-to-earth in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. His teammates are mainly Jindan late stage. The whole team is purely casual cultivator and has a variety of skills. Although he is not good at strength, he is unwilling to take the initiative to provoke the teams of major sects and big families.

The person he was going to kill was seriously injured and most of them had to look for herbs in the secret realm. The number of top spiritual herbs was limited, so they would meet sooner or later.

The fat formation master who was seeking to avoid the miasma talisman just now walked around the tree, calculated the direction, set the formation material, and the formation flag. Circles of golden light flashed by, and a simple small protective array formed, protecting the meditating teammates in a spherical barrier composed of messy golden lines.

The medical practitioner sprinkled the medicine powder to remove poisonous insects, and the sword practitioner placed the sword horizontally on his knee.

Spiritual grass grows in deep forests and often has poisonous miasma, snakes, insects, rats and ants, and vicious monsters. It is necessary to guard against it.

Soon, Song Qianji heard that his teammates' breathing rhythm became flat and gradually became calm.

He stood up, walked to the shadows under the tree, and quietly built seven or eight formations.

Golden lights passed by, and the original array was reinforced to make it look more beautiful, with harmonious and smooth lines. Song Qianji looked around and felt a little satisfied before returning to the bonfire.

He was used to seeing Ji Chen's clear-cut front, and he was really unpleasant to see such rough and sloppy works.

There are few cold stars in the sky.

The riverbed in the secret realm is called Blood River Valley because of the precipitation of a special mineral and the river water is in a bright red color.

The quieter the night, the louder the roar of beasts in the deep forest, and the flowing water roared like gravels.

Song Qianji lowered his eyes and subconsciously turned a dark red bead in his fingers in his sleeve.

The night wind blew across his forehead and sleeves, bringing a sweet and fishy smell, like a rotten smell of fragrance.

There was a faint sound of singing, no lyrics, only melodious chanting.

Song Qianji suddenly raised his eyes, swayed his sleeves, and hit him behind him, and directly pressed onto the tree trunk.

The fishy wind blows the ground, the black clouds roll, covering the stars and the moon.

"Hiss—hiss—"

The sound comes from all directions, gathering like a tide, surrounding the Song submarine.

Something with scales slid across the jungle grassland, making a rustling sound of the hem of the clothes rubbing against the bamboo mat.

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

The sky is dark and the bloody eyes are bloody.

Suddenly there was a cry of tenderness: "Immortal Master!"

The voice is soft and charming, as if calling for help, and the tail sound trembles, making people feel weak and shaking.

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."

"Hiss—hiss—"

The sound is like crying and laughing, and there is also some magic, accompanied by the sweet and fishy storm, drilling straight into the cochlea.

The sound of the strong wind, the sound of the long snake spitting out loud, and the sound of the woman crying overwhelmingly overwhelming the fields.

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

The beauty with black hair and snow skin was hiding in the forest, revealing only one face, calling out:

"Song Xun. Come here."

Song Qianji sat in front of the campfire, his eyes as if nothing was left:

"I am here today, I am not trying to seize treasures, and I have no intention of killing animals. I will leave quickly."

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

The red-eyed snake in the forest seemed to be angry, and hissed loudly.

They flicked their tails wildly, making the trees shake violently.

The wandering cultivators under the big tree were bathed in golden light. Under the protection of formations and silent notes, they closed their eyes and entered into meditation, with a leisurely and peaceful expression.

"What a man who is in vain." The beauty smiled resentfully, twisted her waist, approached the bonfire gracefully, glanced at the tree, "You protect them like this, but they don't know. What are you trying to do?"

She was only wearing a layer of fine veil, thin and transparent, fluttering in the wind.

The sweet and greasy taste in the wind is stronger, almost breathless.

The casual cultivator who closed his eyes and meditated frowned and sweat ejaculated from his forehead.

The veil floats, and the Song Qianji is like a cloud covering the sky and the sun, constantly changing its posture.

It is like a mountain of gold for a time, and it is like a palace for a time.

The song sounded again, becoming more and more charming:

"Song Xun, let me see what you want the most...Huh?"

The veil froze in the air. The beauty's voice stopped abruptly, revealing a confused look at her at a loss.

What is this? What green thing?

Just at this moment, Song Qianji's palm moved slightly.

"Swoosh!"

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

More than ten black shadows rushed towards the aperture under the tree, but it seemed like they were hitting an invisible wall, but they were knocked down ten feet away, breaking the tree.

The steel-hard snake skin burned, and black smoke sizzled, twisting the snake's body unwillingly.

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

The sparks exploded all the way, the broken wood broke through the wind, hovering at the beauty's throat.

The beauty's eyes were horrified and she burst into a sharp scream.

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

His palms were put into his sleeves, and the wooden stick fell to the ground not far away, and the fire went out.
To be continued...