It's only three years old, what kind of whitewashing system is this?

Chapter 372 Yellow Spring Marsh

Qin Xin turned her face away: "Fellow Daoist, and that young fellow Daoist, why didn't you come along?"

The monk Bu Chi turned his head: "Fairy Si Chun, come quickly!"

Si Chun glanced at Su Yun, and seeing that the latter remained unmoved, he shook his head as well.

Qin Xin frowned: "Fellow Daoist, you don't trust me?"

Si Chun had a thousand words to say, but it would be inappropriate to say anything at this moment.

He shook his head again.

Qin Xin's brows furrowed even more deeply.

Even the foolish monk was enraged: "You're courting death!"

Just now, the corpse mover came out and chanted the secret technique of Red Apricot Cliff, making everyone drowsy.

It was by guiding the Buddha's light that they were able to dispel their sleepiness and save the two of them.

But the monk Bu Chi knew that his strength was far from enough to contend with Zhou Nan Chu, let alone Hong Xing Ya!

Therefore, upon seeing that the furnace master was going to intervene and save people, he took the lead.

If he stayed here any longer, Zhou Nanchu had a thousand ways to deal with this supreme junior.

A powerful figure who is invincible in the outside world and can become the leader of a force.

Before the Holy Realm, they are nothing more than slightly larger ants.

It took a group of elite soldiers to barely hold off Zhou Nanchu.

Only Si Chun remained, along with Su Yun, who possessed only talent but had no cultivation.

They're only courting death!

Chen Feng also said urgently, "Fellow Daoist, why don't you leave quickly!"

They could withstand the secret techniques of Red Apricot Cliff, but they were already at their limit.

To think that one could rival Zhou Nanchu is nothing but a pipe dream.

It would be better to leave quickly and inform the forces behind the Immortal Blood Medicine.

The emperor would naturally send his men to intercept the divine object.

Qinxin wanted to say something more.

Qingyun said, "Let's take care of one thing first, then we can talk about the rest."

Qin Xin nodded: "Alright, I'll take you on your way now."

After saying that, she made a hand seal, causing the space to fluctuate and the mysterious gate to open like water.

The cultivators revealed their joy at surviving the ordeal and breathed a sigh of relief.

They suffered heavy losses; at best, their storage bags were destroyed, and at worst, they inhaled unknown toxins.

Regardless of the circumstances, as long as they leave, the news of the Immortal Blood Medicine will spread, and they will naturally receive a reward from the Great Emperor.

Immortal opportunities are hard to find; even an emperor must search diligently for them.

The Heavenly Origin Realm is indeed rich in resources, having accumulated countless secret treasures.

One Red Apricot Cliff can yield the Immortal Blood Medicine.

Perhaps other forces can also find other opportunities for immortality.

hum!

The mysterious gate opened, and one could already feel spatial fluctuations that were completely different from those of the Red Apricot Garden.

Chen Feng looked at Zhou Nanchu with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Despite the other party's best efforts to obstruct the project, the cooperating furnace owner unexpectedly stepped in to resist.

They must be regretting it now.

As Chen Feng was thinking, he suddenly frowned: "Huh?"

Zhou Nanchu had been clenching his fists ever since Qin Xin and the other two women appeared.

But now, he let go of her hand, and his expression became relaxed.

Chen Feng's expression changed: "Something's not right!"

Zhou Nanchu chuckled: "Finally, you've fallen for it."

boom!

The portal opened, and eager cultivators rushed inside.

They needed to be the first to spread the word, as soon as possible, so that the Emperor could send reinforcements immediately!

Snapped!

But in the next instant, the cultivator stepped into the mud and sank into it.

"Swamp?" The cultivator was dumbfounded. The remaining five were at least Supreme beings.

What kind of rotten mud in this world could trap a supreme powerhouse?

Unless, this mud is no ordinary thing either!

"The Yellow Springs Swamp!" the cultivator cried out in alarm. "Save me!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

Not to mention saving him, two more people rushed in and stepped inside.

Without exception, they were all captivated by the mud that looked like it was being washed and washed.

No matter how hard you try, it's difficult to pull it out.

"The Yellow Springs Swamp?" Upon hearing this name, the faces of several cultivators turned pale.

The Yellow Springs Swamp is a powerful and eerie natural disaster; birds cannot cross it, and even the lightest feathers sink to the bottom.

Any cultivator who steps inside will inevitably be devoured, without exception!

But how could cultivators from the Tribulation Yuan Palace, who come from all walks of life, know the same information?

Naturally, this is because the Yellow Springs Swamp is one of the hundreds of small worlds within the Tribulation Yuan Palace!

The owner of the Yellow Springs Swamp is Cheng Bi, one of the thirty-six furnace masters of the Tribulation Yuan Palace!

"Master!" Chen Feng didn't step inside, but looked up in horror, "Why did you harm us!"

Cheng Bi remained silent, merely observing coldly.

Zhou Nanchu smiled with satisfaction: "Not bad."

Chen Feng felt utterly hopeless, and instantly understood what was going on.

The remaining few are strong enough to hold off a Saint Realm expert.

As long as they don't get bogged down in the fight, they can hold out for a long time, and even find an opening to leave Hongxingyuan.

To be on the safe side and to prevent information about the Immortal Blood Medicine from leaking out, Zhou Nanchu decided to leave everyone here.

Therefore, they secretly conspired with Cheng Bi to capture everyone in one fell swoop.

Zhou Nanchu clenched his fists, fearing that no one would take the bait!

If a small fly gets away, it's really hard to catch it back.

But now it seems that the situation is better than expected.

Apart from one girl and one child, everyone else was infected!

Cheng Bi, the master of the furnace, arrived at Hongxingyuan ahead of time, clearly indicating that a deal had already been reached.

She didn't intervene; she never intended to save anyone!

If Zhou Nanchu hadn't been unable to handle the situation, Qin Xin and Qing Yun wouldn't have needed to set a trap to lure everyone in.

"Miss Qinxin, I am the monk Buchi!"

"Quickly open the barrier and let us out!"

The monk Bu Chi pounded on the barrier, which had just blocked the secret technique, but now it had become a cage.

Qinxin and Qingyun stepped out lightly, passing through the barrier in one stride, and looked on with smiles.

The monk Bu Chi still refused to give up and kept knocking: "Quickly, open it quickly, you two fairies must not be joking."

"This humble monk promises the two fairies that I will repay you handsomely once I leave!"

Ke Qinxin and the other two simply smiled without saying a word, their figures ethereal, like fairies.

He showed no sign of having just framed his colleague!

Bang bang bang!

Those cultivators who failed to enter gathered all their life's power, transforming it into lightning, and slammed it fiercely against the barrier.

His only response was a dense, rain-like ripple.

The barrier remained completely still, showing no signs of damage.

The cultivator was sweating profusely with anxiety: "Chen Feng, you're a formation master, break the formation quickly!"

Chen Feng was already heartbroken and silently shook his head: "It is precisely because I am a formation master that I know it cannot be broken."

It can be broken, but it will take time.

But now the barrier is shrinking, pushing everyone towards the portal.

The barrier cannot be opened until you fall in.

The cultivator, exasperated, cried out: "Useless!"

Having said that, he ignored everything else and attacked relentlessly, creating even more ripples.

Chen Feng looked up and smiled bitterly: "I'm a good-for-nothing."

He had lost hope and was deeply doubting himself.

He thought himself to be an outstanding individual, an elite cultivator.

He is also the Great King of his own domain, a rare powerhouse below the Great Emperor.

But today's events have severely shattered that honor.

Chen Feng fell into the trap again and again; in his greed, he was nothing more than a mortal.

Those who keep getting infected have no right to call themselves strong.

He turned his head and couldn't help but look at the only remaining people outside the barrier.

Perhaps, that's what makes a hero?

"Ugh!" At that moment, a scream rang out.