Chapter 89 88. A Different Reunion ( words - please subscribe) Three days later, at noon Song Yan did not expect that the first time he entered the secret realm, he would actually enter under such circumstances. There is no doubt that this secret realm called "Zhudi" should be a fairly ordinary secret realm, at least not as good as the "Demon Swamp" or the Giant Elephant Plain he had heard of in the Hantan Valley Market before. The entrance to the secret realm is a transparent light film that emits a faint mysterious aura. Song Yan had explored the place where this entrance was before, but he did not find it at that time. At this time Du Hufa was in front and Song Yan was behind. Du Hufa looked back and smiled bitterly at Master Li behind him. Master Li also smiled helplessly at him.
Du Hufa gritted his teeth and rushed forward. The light film rippled, and Du Hufa had disappeared. Song Yan woke up Grandma Fox and looked at the light film in front of him together. He did not step in until the latter nodded. When Fox Lady was an enemy, she was very oppressive, but now that she has become his accomplice, she gives people a sense of security. After the ripples, the scenery changed suddenly. A moment ago, it was still the wasteland outside Chaoli County, but now the green mountains on both sides suddenly rose up, and the morning breeze in the misty canyon was filled with the smell of soil and rocks. There are many plants, but it is terribly quiet. It seems that this is a dead mountain with no living things. "Ah, A-choo!" A member of the Flying Knife Gang sneezed, and the sneeze hit the narrow canyon cliffs, and it bounced back and forth, generating a deep and strange response. A group of big men who were licking blood on the blades around were actually startled, and the sound of "clang clang clang" of swords coming out of their sheaths was endless. Everyone turned their heads and looked around vigilantly. Seeing that there was no movement, Du Hufa went up and patted the shoulder of the gang member fiercely, saying: "If you make a sound again, I will kill you." The gang member nodded hurriedly. Everyone was silent. The leader brought thirty people in, and they gathered at the entrance of the valley. They looked at the canyon in the distance, and felt the dead silence around them. Everyone looked unhappy. Fortunately, six monks came in soon. Madam Ling and the petite female monk named Zhu'er walked in the middle. "Thank you, leader, for arranging people to go in front." Madam Ling said indifferently. Feeling that many people in front were looking back, Madam Ling said, "The exit is one-way. You can enter from here, but you can't leave from here."
The leader of the Flying Knife Gang gritted his teeth and stepped forward and said, "Madam Ling, we are here. Can you tell us the truth? Can we get out alive?" Madam Ling nodded and said softly, "Of course we can." Although her voice was a little hoarse, it was convincing. She had been in charge of the martial arts world, and she could move with a queen's demeanor. Everyone felt relieved after hearing this. But Song Yan was a little speechless. He was too familiar with Hua Linglong. Whenever Hua Linglong's tone became gentle, she must be lying. "Naturally can" means "Naturally can't". This was a little beyond Song Yan's expectations. But on second thought, Hua Linglong was not a good person from beginning to end, nor was she a good lady with a pure heart, but a ruthless and unscrupulous female tyrant. He regarded her as a "vulnerable group", which was somewhat biased. If he didn't have the Taoist fruit of Yu Shou, and put him and Hua Linglong in a place to compete and fight, he would probably be defeated. The direction he originally thought of "secretly recognize each other" and "hero saves beauty" was immediately overturned, because "the beauty in the bloody script" might still be a "little boss with ulterior motives". 'Can you see any danger here? ' Song Yan asked. Grandma Fox replied: "Master, I can't see it for the time being." After that, it continued: "The monsters in the secret realm are usually very simple and there are many of them. Single means that they have fixed regular habits. As long as you pay attention to these regular habits, the possibility of survival is very high; There are many, which means that the growth of these monsters is different, the outer ones are weaker, and the inner ones are stronger. And there may usually be a blood pool in the deepest part of the secret realm. That is an extremely pure blood pool. How it was formed is unknown, but the slave guesses that the blood pool may have originally been the result of the death of this single monster. The mass cemetery, and then because of some strange changes, it became a pure blood pool. The six-winged bat blood I got before was obtained from a blood pool deep in a secret realm. " "By the way, Master, this Ling Madam said that the exit is one-way, hum. She should have used some secret method to seal the opening. Then she bullied these little monks and Jianghu people, saying that the exit is on the other side. " "I was not sure at first, but when she said that, I roughly guessed that she led the monks to feed the monsters in this secret realm. " As Grandma Fox described, Song Yan felt like he was reading a "strategy". Before the other party could perform the conspiracy, the old demon fox had almost stripped the other party's underwear.
And Grandma Fox continued to say: "I have heard of some mysterious monks in Shanhai Country before, for some unknown purpose, they would take the initiative to feed the monsters in the secret realm. Some of them even deliberately attract monks to gather in a certain place, like farming. When the monks become powerful, they will be sent to the secret realm in batches. " Song Yan's expression moved slightly. Isn’t this the “Snake Corpse Market” that Grandma was talking about? He thought for a while and asked: "Could it be that the monsters in the secret realm controlled the cultivators through the implantation of pseudo-Xuan roots?" Although he felt sorry, he wanted to understand Hua Linglong's current state. Subconsciously, he did not want Hua Linglong to have completely lost consciousness. Grandma Fox said: "Master, you can't do this. At most, you can control the body, but not the consciousness. So... I said the purpose of this group of mysterious cultivators is unknown. They are doing these things in a completely clear state of mind." Song Yan said: "If you want to block the entrance to the secret realm, even I can't do it. How did Madam Ling do it?" Grandma Fox said: "That group of cultivators are quite familiar with the secret realm. They go in and out. If they go home, I don't know the rest. After all, it's the first time I've seen such a cultivator." After saying that, it said deeply: "Since Madam Ling said this, she is that kind of cultivator." The secret communication between one person and one fox was not known to outsiders. At this time, this team composed of cultivators and people in the rivers and lakes had already moved forward. Two unlucky gang members were chosen to be scouts to explore the way. They looked pale, holding their knives nervously, and walked forward step by step. Soon, they disappeared between the winding mountain roads. Song Yan slowed down his pace with the crowd and waited for the return of the scouts in front. There is no time in the secret realm. I don’t know how long it has been, but at least two incense sticks of time have passed. As expected, the two unlucky gang members did not come back. One of the monks suddenly stopped and said coldly: "Madam Ling, didn’t we agree that there is no danger here during the day?" Madam Ling was not panicked and responded: "Maybe they accidentally entered some caves or something like that. The caves are dark, and even in the daytime, they may encounter monsters." "What monsters?" The leader of the Flying Knife Gang asked hurriedly. Everyone was also in an uproar. They were not afraid of the tip of the knife licking blood. After all, they knew that they only needed to beware of the swords on the opposite side. But now, the unknown terror is lingering around. It is terrible not to know how to die. At this point, the monks did not hide it anymore and told the story of the "night candle monster insect", and then said: "In short, even if you go to explore the way, be careful and avoid the dark place, then it will be fine. It's still early today, it's okay." At the corner of the crowd, Du Hufa looked at Song Yan with a bitter smile, and murmured: "My family's property will be cheapened by my woman, brother Li, you too. I'm afraid your two wives will be happy."
Song Yan also smiled helplessly and said: "What can I do?" Du Hufa immediately relieved himself and pretended to be generous: "But it's okay, I planted seeds last night, a lot of them, even if I die, I still have a son. What about brother Li?" Song Yan said casually: "Both sides have planted seeds, I don't know if it works?" The two looked at each other, but just smiled helplessly. The crowd walked in the canyon, walking and stopping. After a while, someone shouted with joy. There was a skeleton in front of them, and in the skeleton's arms were black jade, elixirs, and a technique. The harvest made the monks' initial complaints disappear. But after some time, the sky turned dark, and the exit that they thought would be easily found was nowhere to be found. The monks were anxious and began to send more disciples of the Flying Knife Gang to explore the way. However, now they sent out two groups and returned one group. The number of remaining disciples of the Flying Knife Gang was getting smaller and smaller. As the evening breeze blew, the secret realm seemed to have some inexplicable changes and began to become dangerous. "Here, another person, go!" A monk looked at the shadows falling from the cliffs on both sides irritably. The shadows were becoming thicker and seemed to be crawling like living things in the cold evening breeze, but if you look closely, you will find that it seems to be just an illusion. The leader of the Flying Knife Gang looked at Du Hufa, he sighed helplessly, and just as he was about to speak, he saw a figure flash out. "I'll go." Song Yan said. The leader of the Flying Knife Gang was stunned, and so was Du Hufa. Before the latter could speak, Song Yan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Old Du, I'm very happy to know you in this life." "Brother Li." Du Hufa's triangular eyes suddenly turned red. When he looked again, he saw that Song Yan had gone far away. He couldn't hold back his tears and shouted from behind, "Brother Li, walk slowly on the Yellow Spring Road. I, Old Du, will be there later! I will be there later. Woo woo woo." Everyone looked a little sad when they heard this. Sure enough Another stick of incense passed, and the old master Li who was sent out to explore did not come back. As the sun set, the red light had been blocked by the cliffs of the canyon. The mountain road here was complicated, like a maze, but no one knew where the exit was. The monks became more and more irritable. Just as they were about to call on another martial artist to explore the way, the female cultivator in a black robe and a ghost face took the initiative to come out and said lightly: "Fellow Daoists, this is all my fault. Zhu'er and I will explore the way, and you follow closely behind."
If it were normal, the cultivators might still be polite, but at this time they all agreed. Madam Ling and the petite and dull female cultivator beside her immediately stood out from the crowd, with their black sleeves waving behind them, and they flew up at a high speed. Their speed was normal at first, and then began to increase. The direction they were heading also changed from the main road to the small road, turning seven or eight times, heading to the place where the fog was gradually rising and the shadows were getting thicker. After walking for about an incense stick of time, the two women suddenly felt something and stopped abruptly. At the same time, they turned their heads and saw two gusts of wind behind them. Two evil python-like lights, one black and one white, appeared in an instant and hung on the necks of the two women. Mr. Li was naturally no longer Mr. Li, but had returned to his appearance of Song Yan. The man controlled the black and white swords and looked at the two women from a distance. His eyes moved and stopped at Madam Ling again. He frowned and asked, "Hua Linglong, what do you want to do?" Madam Ling looked at his face in astonishment and exclaimed, "Song Yan!" But then, she looked at the petite and dull female cultivator beside her and pleaded with fear, "Please, don't kill him." When the dull female cultivator heard the word "Song Yan", she smiled for some reason, and her stiff eyes rolled around. Then she said softly, "Young man, I have some excellent blood essence here. Do you want it?"