Chapter 1416 Biological Evolution
Deep in the Shiwan Mountains of southern Xinjiang, an ordinary shower sometimes seems to become an unforgettable nightmare.
Especially in some mountains and valleys where air cannot circulate through the mountains, rain is a terrible disaster.
As Gesang said, the Hundred Thousand Mountains have existed for too long. Over a long period of time, the dead branches and leaves and the corpses of beasts will rot and form miasma. Most of the miasma will be blown away by the monsoon and disappear. In heaven and earth.
However, due to the special terrain of southern Xinjiang, with continuous mountains and overlapping peaks, some valleys will be dead valleys.
What is the Valley of Death?
It is surrounded by mountains on all sides and there is no entrance to the canyon. It is like a large crater hit by a meteorite.
This kind of valley is very dangerous. Every time it rains, the miasma hidden in the dead leaves underground will be emitted. Moreover, this miasma is different from the rainbow seven-color miasma in the dead lake. It does not have too bright colors and is gray, like The morning mist is general.
Miasma exists in many places in the human world. Most miasma is afraid of rain. When it rains, the miasma will be much thinner. The only exception is the miasma in Southern Xinjiang and Dead Lake. Rain will only make the miasma in these two places more ferocious.
Only four days after leaving Tianhuo Dong, we encountered seven miasma valleys. At first, everyone thought that the gray layer in the mountains and forests was the mist in the mountains. After being reminded by Gesang, they realized that it was miasma.
Fortunately, these people who entered the mountain had extremely high cultivation levels, and the defensive air shields they had deployed could isolate the miasma two or three feet away from their bodies. The most surprising thing is that in those valleys and jungles where miasma often appears, there are actually animals living, including beasts and monsters, and even flowers and plants. From the outside, the miasma areas are no different from other places. What a difference. But the plants and animals living in the miasma,
They are all poisonous. Even a grass or a beautiful flower under your feet is poisonous. Seeing everyone's admiration, Gesang said: "No matter how bad the external environment is, life will evolve and transform according to the external environment, and find a way to survive that suits itself. Just like people, if they live in darkness all year round, In the underground cave, without seeing the light, his eyes will degenerate and his hearing will become more and more sensitive in a few decades. If he reproduces for a few more generations, perhaps his descendants will be monsters without eyes in Southern Xinjiang. Obviously, if you have a chance to go to the Great Swamp of the West, you will be able to understand this more intuitively. When it comes to the toxicity of miasma, the miasma in the mountains of southern Xinjiang is naturally far inferior to the rainbow-colored miasma of the Great Swamp. If a cultivator inhales too much of the Rainbow Miasma, his life will be in danger. However, there is no shortage of life in the Death Lake, ranging from a small leech to a black water black snake that is always surrounded by poisonous miasma.
Surviving in the air makes the trees, flowers, plants, and wild animals in the Dead Pond inherently toxic. This is the theory of self-evolution of species proposed by a famous cultivator in ancient times in Middle-earth. Natural selection of the fittest. Survive. "
Everyone was a well-informed and smart person, and after being explained by Kelsang, they understood what was going on with these poisonous flowers, plants and animals.
Gesang had been to Dawu Mountain more than ten years ago, so she was very familiar with the road to Dawu Mountain. She tried her best to avoid the areas where foreign tribes and powerful beasts and monsters in southern Xinjiang frequented. In the past few days, she had been leading everyone on Shiwanda Mountain. Going around and around.
They passed through a canyon filled with the miasma of death and climbed over a large mountain. Everyone was soaked.
The weather in southern Xinjiang made Ye Xiaochuan and others suffer a lot. They stood halfway up the mountain and looked at both sides of the mountain. The sun sets in the south and the scenery is breathtaking. To the north, it was cloudy, with lightning and thunder. They are only two or three miles apart, but they are like two extremes.
Gesang shook off the water drops on his bamboo hat, took it off, and said to everyone: "It's getting dark. We can't go any further. We'll camp out on the mountain in front of us tonight."
The mountain in front of me was relatively bare, with no tall trees, and a small river meandering at its feet. We couldn't live in the trees tonight, so everyone started to set up tents. Kelsang took out his bamboo flute and played it around the camp for a while, using the sound of the flute to drive away the poisonous insects and poisons living around the camp. , a few righteous disciples, carrying large sacks in their hands, followed Kelsang.
After those terrible poisonous insects were driven away, they grabbed the pungent five-poison powder from the sacks and sprinkled it on the ground.
They have been living on the treetops for the past few days, and a few foodies have long wanted to offer sacrifices to the Five Zang Temple. They got the chance tonight, and asked Ye Xiaochuan to cook a delicious meal for everyone.
Faced with the lustful power of the fairies and foodies, Ye Xiaochuan dared not speak out in anger.
A lot of ingredients are purchased in Yulong Village, and everyone's Qiankun bags are stuffed with everything.
For example, Gu Pan'er bought hundreds of kilograms of bacon by himself, and he didn't know how long it would take him to finish it.
Seeing the lumps of bacon being pulled out of the Qiankun bag by Gu Pan'er, Ye Xiaochuan planned to make bacon rice for everyone tonight.
As soon as he put the big pot on the table, he saw Zhu Changshui dragging two people over to eat. A fair-skinned little girl with skin whiter than snow, long legs and big eyes, incredibly beautiful. The other one is of short stature, short and fat, with dark skin.
Who are Liu Quanwu and his sister Liu Tong?
This time, among the Shushan gangsters, Zhu Changshui was the only one who followed Ye Xiaochuan to southern Xinjiang. Zhao Shilin, Yang Quanyong, and Chen Youdao were too low in cultivation. They were either in the realm of Yukong or Yuanshen. Only Zhu Changshui was on the seventh level of out-of-body experience. realm.
Along the way, Ye Xiaochuan had not seen Zhu Changshui a few times. He followed Liu Tong every day and showed his courtesy. He was still wondering how much this guy could value sex over friends.
To be honest, although Fatty Liu's cultivation has broken through the realm of Lingji and became the worship elder of Cangyun Sect, no matter how hard he tried in the past few years, he has never been able to integrate into the inner circle of Cangyun Sect's elite disciples.
And this inner circle is composed of Samsara Peak disciples such as Ye Xiaochuan, Gu Jianchi, Sun Yao, Yun Qiyou, Ning Xiangruo, Gu Pan'er, Zhao Wuji, and Du Chun, Li Daodao and Qi Feiyuan from Cangyun's Four Meridians. It was composed of Chu Tianxing, Su Qin and others. In the final analysis, Fatty Liu did it himself. In the minds of Cangyun disciples, the label of a smuggler could never be removed from this short fat man. Even Gu Jianchi was too lazy to win over him. As a result, even though he had been a smuggler for the past two or three years, He is one of the influential figures in Cangyun Sect, but his status is always lower than that of Ye Xiaochuan and others.
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Among the 300 people on this trip to southern Xinjiang, Fatty Liu's cultivation level was very high. As a result, he had been fighting the autumn wind on the outside. However, Zhu Changshui, whose cultivation level was one level lower than him, could freely wait with Ye Xiaochuan. The core disciples of Cangyun Sect were chatting and laughing. This is the gap.