After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 89 88. Another kind of reunion (3.4K words - please subscribe)
Three days later, at noon
Song Yan didn't expect that the first time he entered the secret realm would be under such circumstances.

There is no doubt that this secret realm called "Candle Land" should be a fairly ordinary secret realm, at least not as good as the "Devil's Swamp" or the Giant Elephant Plain that I had heard of in the Hantan Valley market before.

The entrance to the secret realm is a transparent light film that exudes a faint mysterious energy.

Song Yan had explored the place where this entrance was before, but he didn't find it at that time.

at this time
Du Hufa was in front and Song Yan was behind.

Protector Du turned around and glanced at Master Li behind him with a wry smile.

Mr. Li also gave him a helpless smile.

Protector Du gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

The light film rippled and Protector Du disappeared.

Song Yan woke up Grandma Fox and looked at the light film in front of them together. He did not step in until the latter nodded.

When Grandma Fox was his enemy, she was very oppressive, but now that she has become his lackey, she gives people a sense of security.

After the ripples, the scenery changed drastically.

A moment ago, it was still a wasteland outside Chaoli County, but now, green mountains rise up abruptly on both sides, and the morning breeze in the misty canyon is filled with the smell of soil and rocks.

There are a lot of plants, but it is eerily quiet.

It was as if this was a dead mountain with no living things.

"Ah sneeze!"

A member of the Flying Knife Gang sneezed, and the sneeze hit the narrow canyon cliffs and bounced back and forth, creating a deep and strange response.

The group of big men who were always on the edge of a knife were actually startled. The sound of swords being unsheathed was endless, and everyone turned their heads to look in all directions vigilantly.

Seeing no movement, Du Hufa stepped forward and patted the gang member's shoulder fiercely, saying, "If you make any more noise, I will kill you."

The gang nodded hurriedly.

Everyone was as silent as a cicada.

The gang leader brought in a total of thirty people. They were gathered at the entrance of the valley, looking at the gorge that looked like a line of sky in the distance and feeling the dead silence around them. All of them looked unhappy.

Fortunately, six monks soon came in.

Madam Ling and the petite female cultivator named Zhu'er walked in the middle.

"Thank you, boss, for arranging people to go in front." Madam Ling said calmly.

Feeling that many people in front were looking back, Madam Ling said, "The exit is one-way. You enter from here, but you don't exit from here."

The leader of the Flying Knife Gang gritted his teeth and stepped forward and said, "Madam Ling, now that we are here, can you give us a glimpse?

Can we get out alive?"

Madam Ling nodded and said gently, "Of course I can."

Although her voice was a little hoarse, it was convincing.

She had been in charge of the world, and every move she made was of a queen's demeanor.

After hearing this, everyone felt inexplicably relieved.

But Song Yan was speechless.

He was too familiar with Hua Linglong.

Whenever Hua Linglong's tone becomes gentle, she is definitely lying.

"Natural energy" means "natural inability to do so."

This was somewhat beyond Song Yan's expectations.

But on second thought, Hua Linglong was not a good person from the beginning to the end, nor was she a good lady with a pure heart, but a ruthless and unscrupulous female tyrant.

It is somewhat biased to regard her as a "vulnerable group".

If he didn't have the Dao Fruit of Remaining Longevity, and were put together to compete and fight with Hua Linglong, he would probably be defeated miserably.

His original plans of "secretly recognizing each other" and "the hero saving the beauty" were immediately overturned, because "the beauty in that bloody script" might just 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 now."

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 chances of survival are very high.

The large number of them means that the growth rates of these monsters are different, with those on the periphery being weaker and those on the inner periphery being stronger.

There may usually be a pool of blood in the deepest part of the secret realm.

That was an extremely pure pool of blood.

It is unknown how it was formed, but I guess that the blood pool might have originally been a collective cemetery for the deaths of a single monster, and then due to some strange changes, it turned into a pool of pure blood.

The blood of the six-winged bat I obtained before was obtained from a blood pool deep in a secret place."

"Oh, Master, Madam Ling said the exit is one-way. Hum. She should have used some secret method to seal the exit. Then she bullied these little monks and Jianghu people, saying that the exit is on the other side."

"I wasn't sure at first, but after she said that, I roughly guessed that she was leading the monks to feed the monsters in this secret realm."

As Grandma Fox described, Song Yan felt like he was reading a "strategy guide".

Before the other party could carry out his conspiracy, the old fox had almost stripped him off.

And Grandma Fox continued, "I have heard before in Shanhai Country that there are some mysterious monks who, for some unknown reason, 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 changed slightly.

Isn’t this the “Snake Corpse Market” that Grandma was talking about?

He thought for a moment and asked, "Could it be possible 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 condition. Subconsciously, he didn't want Hua Linglong to be completely unconscious.

Grandma Fox said: "Master, you can't do this. At most, you can control the body, but not the spirit. Therefore, I say that the purpose of this group of mysterious monks is unknown.

They were doing these things in a completely conscious state.”

Song Yan said: "Even I can't seal the entrance to the secret realm. How did Madam Ling do it?"

Grandma Fox said: "That group of cultivators are very familiar with the secret realm. They go in and out. If they go home, I don't know the rest. After all, this is the first time I have seen such cultivators."

After that, it said deeply: "Since Madam Ling said such a thing, she must be that kind of cultivator."

The secret communication between the man and the fox was unknown to outsiders.

At this time, this team composed of monks and people from the martial arts world had already moved forward.

Two unlucky gang members were chosen to serve as scouts to explore the way.

Their faces were pale, and they held their knives nervously as they walked forward step by step. Soon they disappeared among the winding mountain paths.

Song Yan slowed down his pace along with the crowd, waiting for the scouts ahead to return.

There is no time in the secret realm, and 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 in a cold voice: "Madam Ling, didn't we agree that there would be 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 pitch black, and even in the daytime, they might encounter monster insects."

"What kind of monster insect is that?" the leader of the Flying Knife Gang asked hurriedly.

Everyone was in an uproar.

They are not afraid of the blood on the tip of the knife, after all, they know that they just need to be on guard against the opponent's sword.

But now, the unknown terror lingers around.

It's scary not even knowing how to die.

At this point, the monks no longer concealed the matter 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 places, then you will be fine.

It's still early, so it's okay."

At the corner of the crowd, Du Hufa looked at Song Yan with a wry smile and murmured, "My family's property will be passed on to my wife. Brother Li, you too. I'm afraid your two wives will be happy."

Song Yan smiled helplessly and said, "What can we do?"

Du Hufa immediately relieved himself and pretended to be generous and said: "But it's okay. I planted a lot of seeds last night. Even if I die, I still have my son. Where is Brother Li?"

Song Yan said casually: "Both sides have been betting, I wonder if it will be successful?"

The two looked at each other, but could only smile helplessly.

Everyone walked in the canyon, stopping and starting.

After a while, someone shouted with joy.

There was a skeleton in front of him, and in the skeleton's arms were black jade, elixirs, and a technique.
The harvest made the monks' initial complaints disappear.

But after an unknown amount of time, the sky suddenly turned dark, and the exit that I thought I would find easily was nowhere to be seen.

The monks became anxious and began to send more flying knives to help their disciples explore the way.

However, nowadays, two groups are sent out and one group comes back.
There are fewer and fewer remaining Fei Dao Gang disciples.

As the evening breeze blew, the secret realm seemed to have undergone some inexplicable changes and began to become dangerous.

"Over here, one more person!"

A monk looked irritably at the shadows falling from the cliffs on both sides.

The shadow was becoming thicker, and it seemed to be wriggling in the cold evening breeze like a living thing, but if you looked closely, you would find that it seemed to be just an illusion.

The leader of the Flying Knife Gang's gaze fell on Protector Du. He sighed helplessly and was about to speak when he saw a figure flash out.

"I'll go." Song Yan said.

The leader of the Flying Knife Gang was stunned, and Protector Du was also stunned.

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. He looked again and saw that Song Yan had already walked far away. He could no longer hold back his tears and shouted from behind, "Brother Li, please walk slower on the Yellow Springs Road. I, Old Du, will be there soon! Soon. Soon."

When everyone heard this, they all looked a little sad.

really
Another stick of incense time passed, and Mr. Li, who was sent out to explore, did not come back.

As the sun sets, the rosy red light has been blocked by the cliffs of the canyon. The mountain path here is complicated, like a maze, but no one knows where the exit is.

The monks became increasingly agitated.

Just as he was about to appoint another martial artist to scout the way, the female cultivator in black robe and ghost face took the initiative to step forward and said calmly: "My fellow Taoists, this is all my fault. Zhu'er and I will go to scout the way, and you guys follow closely behind."

Under normal circumstances, the monks might have been polite, but at this time they all agreed.

Madam Ling and the petite and dull female cultivator beside her immediately stepped out from the crowd, waving their black sleeves backwards and flying high.

Their speed was normal at first, then began to increase, and the direction they were heading changed from a main road to a small path, turning several turns and heading towards a 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. They turned their heads at the same time and saw two gusts of wind appearing behind them.

Two evil python-like rays of light, one black and one white, appeared in an instant and hung around the necks of the two women.

Mr. Li was naturally no longer Mr. Li, but had returned to his appearance as 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. 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. Her stiff eyes began to roll around, and she said softly, "Young man, I have some excellent blood essence here. Do you want some?"

(End of this chapter)