Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Chapter 944 Three Major Families

It's night.

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The pitch-black night was like an invisible giant net, covering the entire world.

Five people in Song Dynasty stand at the foot of the mountains.

They are more than a thousand miles away from Fuyao Town and have reached the edge of Fumi Ridge.

Song Wen glanced back in the direction of Fuyao Town, where from time to time there was a vague sense of consciousness coming towards him.

It's Jiang Lanruo.

The five people have not yet left the range of their perception.

"White-haired old man, Senior Jiang gave you the map of Yin Spider Valley. Which direction should we go in?" the young woman in green asked, her tone vulgar and without any respect.

The white-haired old man didn't care at all about the young woman in green's disrespect.

He turned over his hands and took out a piece of animal skin, with some simple lines drawn on it. After some identification, the old man spoke.

"Everyone, come with me."

The old man rose into the air and headed deep into the Fumi Ridge.

"Try to control your breath and remember not to make any noise. Any movement may attract the siege of monsters and poisonous insects." The old man reminded the four people while flying.

His speed was not fast, and he circled around the mountains; his flying height was not high, and he flew close to the treetops.

The vegetation in Fumi Ridge is not lush and sparse.

The old man's eyes and consciousness kept scanning the ground, trees and surrounding mountains, as if he was afraid that monsters or poisonous insects would suddenly appear.

Song Wen and others followed the old man and watched their surroundings vigilantly.

As it went deeper, wisps of miasma began to rise.

The color of the miasma is changeable, either green, gray, or black... Miasma of various colors floats among the mountains, lingering around.

The deeper you go, the stronger the miasma becomes.

Gradually, the five people's spiritual consciousness was gradually suppressed.

And the peek that had always lingered in Song Wen's heart also disappeared.

They left Jiang Lanruo's perception range.

The white-haired old man leading the way suddenly stopped. After exploring around, he flew down to the foot of the mountain and got into a cave.

Song and Wen followed closely and also entered the cave.

The white-haired old man set up concealment and defense formations in the cave.

This is a plan arranged by Jiang Lanruo in advance. The five of them will hide in this cave until the beast tide breaks out, and then go to the Yin Spider Valley. By then, the likelihood of them being attacked by monsters and poisonous insects along the way will be much lower.

The cave is not big, only more than a hundred feet wide.

Seeing that the other four people each found a corner and started meditating, and seemed to have no intention of talking, Song Wen took the initiative to speak.

"Everyone, the five of us are now grasshoppers on the same rope. Why don't we talk openly and honestly?"

"What do you want to talk about?" the old man asked.

Song Wendao said, "This trip has a near-death experience. Why are you willing to sacrifice your lives for Jiang Lanruo instead of taking the opportunity to escape?"

The young woman in green sneered, "Run away! Where can you escape?"

Song Wen looked puzzled, "The sky is big and the earth is big. We are cultivators in the realm of gods. How can we not escape from the Jiang family's sphere of influence?"

The scholar took over the conversation, "Fellow Ai Kun, you have just ascended and you don't know something. It's not that we don't want to escape, but that we have nowhere to go. The Qianchang Wasteland we are in is adjacent to the Fumi Ridge to the east. In the mountains, the poisonous miasma stretches endlessly. There are countless monsters and poisonous insects. There is no way for us monks in the Transformation Realm to cross the sea of ​​blue clouds to the south and west. Not only are monsters rampant under the deep sea, but also violent hurricanes are raging thousands of miles away from the shore. Can cross.”

Song Wendao, "What about the north?"

"North?" The scholar smiled and shook his head, as if he had heard something ridiculous. "That is even more impossible. The north is the Jedi - the Source Qi Death Zone, which is a restricted area for any life. According to legend, Even monks in the Mahayana and Tribulation Periods have to take a detour."

Song Wen frowned, "Yuanqi Death Zone? It is filled with an extremely strange aura of heaven and earth. Any living creature that breaks into it will be polluted and turned into a resentful spirit?"

The scholar was slightly surprised and asked, "Does Yuan Qi also exist in the lower realm where you are?"

Song Wen nodded.

Song Wen was not surprised about the existence of Yuan Qi in the Xuan Realm.

Xu Geng once mentioned this matter to him.

Song Wen asked, "According to what fellow Taoists said, isn't this Qianlong Wasteland a huge prison that no one can leave?"

The scholar said, "That's not the case. The Fumi Ridge is an insurmountable chasm for us monks in the Transformation Stage. But if the monks in the Void Refining Stage are more cautious, they can still cross it with some certainty. In addition, Shangchu City The Chi family of the three major families has a teleportation array that can leave Qianchang Wasteland."

"Chi family?" Song Wen was full of doubts.

The scholar said, "There are three major families in the Qianchang Wasteland, namely the Jiang family, the Chi family, and the Ye family. Almost 90% of the resources in the Qianchang Wasteland are in the hands of these three families. It is for this reason that the Jiang family has heavy troops stationed in Fuzhou. The Chi family and the Ye family are stationed in the sea area to the south and west respectively, both to prevent the beast tide from attacking the Qianchang Wasteland and harming their interests. "

Song Wen thought for a moment and answered.

"Even if we can't leave Qianchang Wasteland, it's not impossible to avoid being tracked by the Jiang family using the soul lantern."

The scholar's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked at Song Wen with burning eyes.

The attention of the other three people also fell on Song Wen.

"Fellow Daoist Ai, what can you do?" the scholar asked expectantly.

Song Wendao said, "In the lower realm, there is a kind of monster named 'Nether Fox' living in the source energy. The eyebrow bone of the third-order Nether Fox is called the Hidden Soul Jade, which can hide the fluctuations of the soul and make the soul lamp unable to track it. "

Hearing this, both the scholar and the young woman in green looked disappointed.

But the dwarf and the old man did not show any disappointment.

"I thought you had some clever tricks up your sleeve, but it turned out to be an idea to defeat the underworld fox." Disappointed, the young woman in green couldn't help but speak, her ridicule evident in her words.

Song Wen was confused.

Judging from the reactions of the four people, they knew about the existence of Minghu and the Hidden Soul Jade.

"Fellow Taoists, is this plan not feasible?" Song Wen asked.

The scholar sighed and clarified Song Wen's doubts, "Fellow Taoist, I don't know that the eyebrows of the third-level ghost fox can indeed conceal the soul's aura. But our souls have already transformed into souls. If we want to hide the soul's aura, To fluctuate, one must have the eyebrows of a sixth-order dark fox. In the Source Qi Death Domain, the Source Qi is extremely dense, intruding on the monk's body all the time, and his spiritual consciousness is severely suppressed. If he wants to find a sixth-level dark fox and kill it, I am afraid that even the Seventh Realm Integration Stage monks will have to do it. , there is no absolute certainty that it can be done.”

"I see."

Song Wen seemed to have no other option and looked gloomy. After a moment, he continued.

"This plan doesn't work. Do you have any other good strategies? We can't really sacrifice our lives for Jiang Lanruo, can we?"

The white-haired old man said, "There is nothing wrong with looking for the Nine Death Grass for Jiang Lanruo. At least there is a glimmer of hope. If you go against the Jiang family, you will definitely die."

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