Zhanxian

Yang Chen's present consciousness is confined to a few square circles, and it is impossible to know what is going on outside. If he could see it, he would recognize it, and a few of these people who came here were the monks he'd asked about.

“Are you really here? Did you hear that right?” In one direction, a seemingly leading man is confirming to another master.

“I listened very carefully to this gourd valley.” The monk being questioned was one of the ones Yang Chen had asked about the road. Fearing that the man in front of him would not believe it, he could barely have sworn a spell.

“Yes, it must be here.” When Calabash Valley enters people's horizons, no one questions it anymore. Originally, the landscape of gourd valley gray has now turned into a bright red. If nothing changes in the near future, it will be ghostly.

Not only this group of people, but all those who came from several other directions saw the scene, and for a moment, the hearts of all trembled.

The monks of Calabash Valley, who often operate around Goose Fall Mountain, know that without complete certainty, it is best not to have any intention of entering the area. Those flying insects look weak, and they do kill weak, but they are too numerous, and they can devour almost any magic treasure, and they can devour the gods, both of which alone make most monks retreat in distress.

It's not that no organization has come to explore, there are two moderate parishioners and four or five scattered groups that once sank the trident here, and there's even a parishioner who broke more than 300 masters, dozens of fairies, more than 200 fairies, including one master of the Tianxian Initial Sect, and never returned.

After that, no one dares to take the idea of Calabash Valley at will. Only unfortunately, if God does not dare to explore easily, he does not know what is happening in Calabash Valley, he only knows an approximate topographical distribution.

Nobody knows what's in the Gourd Valley, and the most common guess is that there should be a bug at the bottom of the valley that keeps producing flying bugs, otherwise the number of flying bugs won't stay that high. You know, in the worst battle, the flying insects of Calabash Valley were wiped out more than 90% directly, but the number quickly recovered after that, if the flying insects can't reproduce, it's simply impossible.

These blind little insects, the Goose Fall Mountain, have a very appropriate name here called "Eating Immortals," which is called being able to devour the Immortal Immortals of Heaven.

A lot of people are interested in what's inside the Gourd Valley, and although there's no spiritual vein, it can produce this magical worm, and it's thought to be a spiritual object. Some of them are worm players themselves, needless to say, are interested in fairy eaters, but they just can't get in. Even those who are irrelevant to this, are admiring the spirits that may exist.

Few people who often operate in the Goose Mountains do not know about Calabash Valley, do not know about fairy-eating insects, so Yang Chen's questioning path also completely exposed him as a stranger. Ask the way, but not the fairy eater. Either you don't know, or you know what to do with the fairy eater.

Yang Chen only considered it normal to ask for directions, but did not think of the original committee. When those people were surprised, they went back to talk about it, and immediately someone felt something was wrong, and a team came to investigate.

Now looking at the bright red, everyone knows that something must have changed here. Never heard such a change before, what exactly happened?

No one dares to move lightly, everyone leans on their eyes to discover each other's existence, but no one can tell the rest of the team apart. Everyone is analyzing whether this change is good or bad.

As a general rule, the brighter the color on this worm, the more ferocious the worm is, the more alert it becomes to any creature attempting to approach. There are exceptions, however, to the fact that some small insects with less power can simulate this color and disguise themselves as fierce insects. What kind of situation is this?

Someone carefully threw a less-than-grade pharmacopoeia far away. According to legend, this pharmacopoeia will soon be attacked by a herd of fairies and quickly devoured. But people waited half a day, and they didn't see a fairy eater pounce on the treasure, at most there was such a small group of people to avoid the treasure flying away, waiting for the treasure to land and gather together again.

No one used to come here to test if fairy eaters really could eat the magic treasure. The brothers are not the kind of curious people, so be sure to figure something out, unless they are particularly interested. Now you see that the legend is not real, and you immediately have different thoughts.

What's going on here? Everyone is a little out of touch. Is there a unique way for the kid who asks for directions to change the habits of these fairy eaters, stop eating magic treasures and gods, and then people can naturally enter the Valley of Calabash?

If you think about it, there's a lot of potential for this. Otherwise, it doesn't explain the color change of the fairy eater, and it doesn't explain that the fairy will land safely. Legend has it that a generic treasure will be swallowed before it lands.

The hearts of the people are all warm. Anyway, since the fairy eater has changed and they have caught up with it, isn't this gifted fate, if it is not caught, a terrible thing?

Instead of moving, someone immediately looked around sensitively, and then flew out of shape, going wildly towards the bottom of the valley.

Someone took the lead, and the rest of us naturally learned something like that. Fearing falling behind, we fought for fear and then flew out. All in several directions, even if they don't know what's at the bottom of the valley, they can't stop their greed.

Hundreds of people flew into a bright red herd of food fairies with a cheerful laugh, as if they had seen a valley full of faves and spirits waiting quietly for them to reach out and grab them.

Almost at the next moment, the cheerful laughter turned into a terrific scream, and countless food fairies seemed to see the food, embracing and instantly surrounding a hundred and ten people. The noisy clatter sounded like chewing, and the same number of red wormballs, accompanied by a scream, fell wildly towards the bottom of the valley of Calabash Valley.

Before it dropped to the bottom of the valley, the wormballs were dispersed and turned into a single fairy. And the shadows have disappeared without a trace, leaving half a dot of residue.

If there were any regret pills, those who rushed in would understand the logic that fairy eating insects were not no longer interested in Pharaoh, but only in ordinary Pharaoh after Yang Chen's yin and yang burning fire.