Chapter 181

Walking in this mysterious ancient secret realm for two days, Song Qingming had also witnessed all kinds of dangers existing inside.

In the secret realm, not only are there all kinds of strange demonic beasts and puppets that attack when they see people, but some places also hide formation restrictions that trap enemies, and there are also natural barriers like the river with spreading poison mist in front of him that block the footsteps of visitors.

The demonic beasts and puppets encountered were fine, and none above the second tier appeared. Although his cultivation inside was suppressed by more than half, he was still half a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so it was not a big problem to deal with some first-tier demonic beasts.

Although there were many formation restrictions encountered on the road, none of them were particularly powerful. In front of Song Qingming, a formation master, he could successfully escape with just a little more time.

Only the barriers like the most primitive poison mist, miasma, and wind and sand that blocked the way were the most headache-inducing for Song Qingming. Except for breaking through by force, there was almost no other way to take shortcuts. Every time he encountered them, he would add some new injuries to his body.

The small river full of green poison gas in front of him was no more than a dozen zhang wide, as if some demonic beast was hiding inside and swallowing poison mist all the time. The river surface was full of bulging water bubbles. After these water bubbles burst, they would immediately turn into a poison mist and float directly into the air, forming this poison mist that hindered Song Qingming's progress.

Many restrictions in the secret realm almost prohibit cultivators from flying. Wanting to fly over from the air is naturally unlikely. If you encounter restrictions and fall into the river, you can basically just wait for death.

Song Qingming could only look for other ways to cross the river along the upstream. Finally, he discovered a very ancient giant stone bridge responsible for connecting the two banks not far ahead.

This stone bridge was in the small river where poison gas was spreading, and it had already turned half-green, and it was also covered with poison mist floating up from the river.

After looking at the map, for his location to go to that valley, this stone bridge should be the only way.

"Since there is no other choice, then no matter what, I can only rush forward directly."

Standing at the bridgehead, Song Qingming took a deep breath, directly released the Xuanguang Armor and protective gang qi in his body, and then took an antidote pill he had on him in advance just in case.

After preparing, Song Qingming directly lifted his legs and ran quickly toward the opposite bank of the bridge, wanting to pass through the poison mist on the bridge quickly by his own speed.

Just after running to the center of the bridge, Song Qingming felt that some poison gas had already seeped into his body. Because his own magic power was suppressed, the power of the Xuanguang Armor on Song Qingming was also reduced a lot here, and he failed to fully defend against these poison gases.

Fortunately, he ran fast enough. Before the poisoning deepened, Song Qingming, who had taken the antidote, ran to the opposite bank with all his might. He felt that his brain was still a bit heavy. This poison mist was indeed different from the common poison outside, and even the effect of common antidote pills on it was very limited.

Fortunately, the Xuanguang Armor cultivation method just helped him block most of the poison mist. Otherwise, it would definitely be very difficult for him to persist in walking to that valley before the time stipulated by Hearing Huo Feng.

After resting for a while, Song Qingming set off again. On this last stretch of road, except for encountering a few demonic beasts, there were no other dangers. He finally arrived at the Bailin Valley marked on the map, a small golden valley with a radius of a hundred zhang, before the stipulated time.

Just approaching the valley, Song Qingming saw from afar that a red spiritual light was shining non-stop in the valley. It seems that Long Feng was right. The strength of the spiritual energy in this red light should be the Fire Scale Fruit in Hearing Huo Feng's mouth.

Seeing that the thing he had worked so hard to find was right in front of him, Song Qingming couldn't help but feel a little happy. He finally had a glimmer of hope to survive.

The range of this Bailin Valley is not large, and there is only one entrance to the valley. Song Qingming came to the entrance of the valley and found that in this narrow passage entering the valley, there was actually a wind wall blocking his footsteps.

Releasing the giant ape puppet beast from the storage bag, he manipulated it to slowly enter the wind wall. At first, it was fine, but as the giant ape puppet went deeper, a burst of fierce wind began to blow inside. Finally, only feeling a crisp sound like the collision of swords and swords, he suddenly lost control of this puppet.

A moment later, with a burst of residual limbs and fragments made of spirit wood, it flew back from the wind wall just now, scaring Song Qingming outside.

Unexpectedly, this giant ape puppet beast that he had just repaired not long ago was completely scrapped like this.

Song Qingming knew the defensive ability of this first-tier top-quality puppet beast in his heart. Being able to beat it into fragments so quickly, it was at least the power of the Foundation Establishment level or above.

Relying on Song Qingming, whose cultivation had been suppressed by more than half, he really didn't have much confidence to withstand this level of powerful attack. Song Qingming looked around and decided to find a way to take a detour to see if he could enter the valley from another direction.

Soon, after Song Qingming turned around the valley, he finally returned to the valley entrance just now helplessly.

A very powerful illusion formation was set up around this valley. No matter from which direction Song Qingming wanted to enter the valley, he would walk out from the same direction for no reason in the end.

This illusion formation was set up very cleverly. It would neither hurt people nor trap you inside. It was far from being comparable to the formation restrictions he encountered earlier. With Song Qingming's current formation level, there was no way to break it by force.

Moreover, he didn't have any time to waste on this now. There was only half an hour left before the time Hearing Huo Feng gave him. By then, no matter what, he had to leave here.

"Forget it, I've already walked here, I can only gamble and fight."

After making up his mind, Song Qingming gritted his teeth, raised the only defensive magic tool on his body, the Tianluo Umbrella, and stepped directly into this wind wall.

As soon as he walked in, Song Qingming immediately felt a burst of cool wind blowing around him. The Tianluo Umbrella he held in front felt a trace of resistance instantly. Every step he wanted to move forward became more and more difficult. Song Qingming could only increase the magic power in his body and inject it into the Tianluo Umbrella.

After walking a dozen steps, only a short distance, Song Qingming felt that the resistance borne by the front of the Tianluo Umbrella was already so great that he was about to be unable to hold on. Seeing this situation, there was really no way to continue walking forward, so he could only retreat along the original path from the wind wall helplessly.

"That's not right. My giant ape puppet beast just now clearly walked for a distance before being destroyed. How come after I went in, I only walked such a short distance and couldn't walk anymore? This is obviously wrong."

After thinking hard for a while, Song Qingming suddenly slapped his head and realized. It turned out that the problem was still with him.

(End of this chapter)