Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

"Now is not the time for you to act chivalrously."

Qian Bing blushed slightly and whispered, "I know what's going on."

Nearby is a makeshift camp.

In addition to the people from the Moving Mountains Sect, there were also cultivators from other sects, as well as a few independent cultivators.

Seeing the dry ice return, they all bowed to greet him.

"Dry Ice Fairy."

"Fellow Daoist Qian!"

The tone may be one of awe, worship, or gratitude.

It is obvious that dry ice is highly regarded by people here.

Everyone was not surprised to see Anle and the other two.

These are not the first group of people saved by dry ice.

On the other side, Anle silently observed the situation in the camp.

Even the disciples of sects like the Moving Mountain Sect were mostly covered in dust and looked weak.

The independent cultivators at the edge of the camp were in an even more miserable state. Almost everyone was injured, and quite a few were missing limbs.

Some people had red eyes and sad expressions, obviously their companions had died.

"Is it because this forest is too dangerous that we have to move forward in a group?"

Anle said in his heart.

Coincidentally, everyone from the Ziyun Sect was also here.

When Bandai-san saw the dry ice, a glimmer of desire flashed in his eyes, and he immediately went up to him with a warm attitude.

"Fairy Dry Ice is truly a kind person, willing to rescue these wandering cultivators."

Dry Ice has a very cold look, keeping people at a distance.

"It's just a little effort."

But Bandai-san was not annoyed and continued to follow her and chat casually.

There is quite a bit of distinguished temperament in his every move.

Someone asked, "Who is that man?"

"The bearing...seems to be extraordinary!"

"It looks like he is the young master of Ziyun Sect, Wandaishan, a young and promising genius."

Others responded: "It seems that they are a perfect match."

"I also heard that the two sects were planning a marriage alliance. Maybe they wanted to take advantage of this opportunity..."

Everyone has a gossipy heart.

In the current situation, this kind of topic can also appropriately adjust the atmosphere.

Hearing this, Zhang Lang said unconvinced.

"I think that man's cultivation and appearance are just average, not even as good as Brother Lu. Fairy Dry Ice doesn't like him."

"Just say a few words less!"

Anle said helplessly.

Zhang Lang has a pretty good personality, but he often speaks his mind, which easily leads to trouble.

Soon.

Gan Bing came in front of everyone and spoke.

"My fellow Taoists, the danger here is far greater than that of other trial sites."

"I will no longer be able to protect you on the road ahead."

"If those who are not strong enough continue to go deeper, they will only lose their lives in vain. It is better to leave as soon as possible."

The crowd was in an uproar when they heard this.

Some people sighed, bowed to the dry ice, and left the camp.

But more people still choose to stay.

Most of the independent cultivators are experienced warriors, and this is not the first time they have gambled their lives.

They don't want to miss such an opportunity.

******

After resting for a while, the group continued on their journey.

At first, the crowd moved forward smoothly.

The monsters that have begun to develop intelligence know that such a group of cultivators are not easy to deal with, so they choose to take a detour.

Occasionally, enemies were encountered and quickly dealt with by everyone's joint efforts.

There were two monsters following behind and were noticed by people.

Dozens of spells were cast down on him, and he was instantly beaten to a bloody pulp and died.

The monks divided up all the flesh and bones.

However, the good times did not last long.

This mutated forest soon revealed its more hideous side to everyone.

On the way, someone suddenly screamed.

Anle turned around and looked.

It was discovered that his face had turned visibly blue and his whole body was swollen.

In just two or three seconds, the body surface began to fester and rot, emitting a fishy and sweet smell.

"It's poison!"

someone exclaimed.

When the spiritual consciousness swept through, a bug as thick as a thumb was found hiding in the fallen leaves on the ground, with colorful colors.

A spell was cast and the poisonous insect was blown up.

But the monk who was poisoned fell to the ground without a sound.

"he died."

Dry Ice who rushed over here whispered.

There was a woman next to this man, perhaps she was his Taoist partner.

The woman threw herself on his body and cried miserably.

After a while, the crying stopped.

Dry Ice was shocked to find that the woman was motionless and her body had begun to rot. She was beyond saving.

The poison actually spread from the corpse to her body.

Dry Ice's eyes dimmed: "Burn it with fire."

After this incident, the atmosphere in the team was obviously a little depressing.

Everyone has become more vigilant.

If a cultivator is not careful in this forest, he or she will die silently, which is very frustrating.

Rao is so.

As everyone went deeper, casualties inevitably occurred.

The terrain here becomes increasingly complex.

The soil was extremely muddy and the air was damp and hot.

There are no decent roads at all.

The dense vegetation hinders the monks' progress, and they also have to be careful of insects and snakes that may jump out at any time.

The most difficult part is the rugged mountain roads and the large swamps.

The latter can either take a detour or expend a lot of spiritual energy to cross the river.

At the same time, there were constant deaths of independent cultivators from various dangers in the jungle, and even two or three disciples from the sect unfortunately fell victim to them.

Dry Ice has been trying hard to rescue others, but still cannot prevent casualties, and even failed to save the life of a fellow apprentice sister.

Her mood visibly dropped.

During the break.

Bandaisan wanted to go and comfort Gan Bing, but was simply sent away.

Having lost face several times like this, he looked unhappy.

But in front of everyone, he forced himself to hold back and not lose his temper.

at this time.

From the tree branch above the dry ice, a long, invisible snake emerged as fast as lightning.

Its color blends perfectly with its surroundings and changes instantly.

The naked eye can't make out any traces at all.

During this process, it did not make any sound.

The spiritual consciousness that the foundation-building monks have always relied on was greatly weakened in the depths of the forest.

For a moment, even Dry Ice didn't notice the coming crisis.

Others know nothing at all.

When she realized it, her hair stood on end and her heart skipped a beat.

The fierce wind is already in sight.

Gan Bing widened her beautiful eyes, a trace of despair rising in her heart.

laugh!

An invisible spiritual power accurately hit the body of the snake.

The flesh and blood exploded in mid-air.

Dry ice was poured down on his head.

Fortunately, the magic weapon on her body supported a spiritual power shield, so she was not too embarrassed.

"Junior Sister Qian!"

Chen Xiaoshuang asked hurriedly: "Are you okay?"

Everyone else also came over out of concern.

"I am fine."

The dry ice's spiritual power shook, and the dirt on the light shield was shaken off.

There was still a hint of fear in her eyes.

The long snake disappeared without a trace, and its angle was extremely tricky and vicious, so the spiritual shield probably couldn't stop it.

If there hadn't been this sudden spiritual power.

She was afraid that she had already...

Qian Bing asked, "Which fellow Taoist helped me just now?"

Everyone was at a loss.

They didn't even notice the fluctuation of spiritual power and thought that the dry ice solved the crisis by itself.

But after waiting for a while, no one answered.