Live: Beating the Siberian Tiger violently, this is called Little Lolita?

But in the current situation, there is no better choice for them.

It is impossible to look back. We are all the pride of the younger generation of the sect. Being timid at this time will have an impact on the Taoist heart, and may even prevent you from making progress for the rest of your life.

Furthermore, the current Jiangtou division has become a mess. As long as they dare to show up, there will be a big chase by hundreds or even thousands of people.

Instead of going out and fighting those group of head-dropping masters, it would be better to fight in this forest.

As an important part of the Taoist inheritance, the yellow talisman requires the person who draws the talisman to use special inscriptions on this thin piece of paper to contain his own magic power.

In other words, two yellow talismans per person can ensure that they do not need to use their own strength to defend against the all-pervasive miasma here for the next seven hours.

Several people present were completely accustomed to rushing at high speeds in the woods. It took more than four hours to cover a distance of 31 kilometers and finally arrived at the destination at 01:30 in the afternoon.

Looking at the grassland surrounded by a stream in front of him, Wen Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rest where you are, ensure your recovery, and set off after four o'clock in the afternoon."

This area is similar to the previous resting point. It is a place with not much vegetation coverage and water flow to help absorb the miasma.

But one thing is different from before. This place is located at a mountain pass. After the sun sets, the wind direction changes and the surrounding miasma will be blown over.

In other words, only in the afternoon can the miasma here be relatively scarce, which is why Wen Wanwan chose to adjust here.

No one said a word of nonsense, and everyone took the time to sit on the ground and recover.

Kong Tian placed the sealed rabbit head and legs on the ground so that whoever wanted to eat could reach out and get them.

People like them who have consumed a lot of mana and mental energy and need to recover quickly must ensure that they have enough food.

As mentioned before, magic power and mental power are essentially a kind of energy born from the combination of cultivation factors and the biological energy of the body.

Sufficient food means that the creatures born from the body can be enough, so that when absorbing cultivation factors from the outside world, it can be guaranteed that they will not starve to death due to the body's depletion.

This kind of thing has happened before. At that time, the leader of a small sect died because of this kind of thing, and it is still used as a negative example by various sects to reprimand their disciples.

Time is like the two jujube trees in front of Zhou Xun's door, which have turned into firewood without realizing it.

In the blink of an eye, most of the rabbit meat that could last for several days was consumed, and several people ended their recovery on time at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Wen Wanwan squinted her eyes and looked at the disappearing cinnabar on the yellow talisman, then turned her head and nodded to Xiaoyue.

Xiaoyue took out her commonly used flute from her backpack, and the music caused the mana to wrap around several people.

"The longest distance is only 30 meters, and it will be disconnected after exceeding it."

After a simple sentence, Wen Wanwan started running forward again.

Kong Tian followed closely, followed closely by Xiaoyue and Hu Tianzhi.

Song Bingxu hung at the end of the entire team, always alert to possible unexpected situations.

From time to time, a burst of mana would gather in his hand, killing the threatening poisonous insects around him.

With the clear division of labor, even the speed of progress on this mountain road is not affected.

Song Bingxu, who was hanging at the end of the team, couldn't help but smacked his lips when he looked at Wen Wanwan, who was leading the way.

Sometimes I have to admit that some people are born to be leaders. There is a kind of magic in this kind of person that can make people believe easily.

They can even find a way out in the most dangerous times and always make the right choice.

This is a unique ability of a leader, not something that can be acquired through learning.

There is no doubt that Wen Wanwan is this kind of person. Just look at how much power this guy has gathered since he rose to prominence. He, the next generation of Taoist Celestial Master, is now following her obediently.

The next generation leader of the Qinqi Sect, a genius abandoned disciple of the Kong family, and the extraordinary lineage of Baojiaxian.

This is only on the surface, secretly there is also the relationship with Mr. Zhou, the trust of the Living Buddha...

These forces seem to be scattered, and many of them are even the friendship of the younger generation.

But what about ten or twenty years from now?
Judging from their current friendship, it can be said that they live and die together. For the children of Jianghu, this kind of friendship is the most important thing.

By the time they take charge of the sect, Wen Wanwan will also have an indestructible golden body. At least in China, no one dares to touch this golden body.

The most terrifying thing is that Wen Wanwan didn't even think about developing his own relationship along the way. This was just the result of letting nature take its course.

As their footsteps continued to advance, Xiaoyue suddenly shouted.

"The time is up, I can't hold it anymore!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual tablet in Hu Tianzhi's hand quickly emitted light.

Please protect the fairy!

White fox fur appeared on his face, and a cold voice came from Hu Tianzhi's mouth.

"You little guys are quite courageous. You dare to enter the Ancient Poison Formation."

As he spoke, a force suddenly enveloped several people.

"Half an hour, you speed up, I'm going back to sleep."

The fox fur on his face disappeared, leaving only the faint shadow of the white fox floating behind him.

Wen Wanwan turned his head and glanced, then nodded to Hu Tianzhi and continued to lead the way.

After Hu Tianzhi's prayer was over, they were only 23 kilometers away from the finish line.

It was completely dark in the forest at this time, and Wen Wanwan used her mental power to cover everyone's bodies with a protective shield.

When the time came late at night, they were only five kilometers away from their final destination.

The long journey made everyone's faces full of exhaustion. Wen Wanwan had already drank three bottles of potions to replenish his mental strength and was able to hold on until now.

But a plan is still a plan, and there is always a final darkness before dawn.

As Wen Wanwan stepped out, the original miasma suddenly started to move.

The magic power on Song Bingxu spurted out in an instant, and the Eight Palaces took shape to protect everyone.

The huge miasma turned into countless long swords suspended in the sky.

"The poison formation turns into a killing formation. The person who designed this formation is a great talent!"

Xiaoyue glanced at the long sword in the sky and couldn't help but sigh at the genius of the person who designed it.

Wen Wanwan panted heavily, drank another bottle of potion to replenish his mental strength, and turned to look at Song Bingxu.

"How about it?"

"It's not a big problem. It's probably because the time is too long. The power of this formation is not that strong." (End of Chapter)