Author: Peng Peng Peng can fly

"Well..." There was a trace of hesitation on Cui Ning's face. After pondering for a while, he slowly spoke: "There's nothing wrong with me taking action, but I don't know what reward you plan to pay?"

Seeing that Cui Ning did not refuse directly, several people were overjoyed, and the old man at the head waved his hand boldly and said:

"Don't worry, fellow Taoist, we are not stingy people. As long as you are willing to go to the Lost Swamp with us this time, we will never let you down, fellow Taoist. What do you think of the five Extreme Yin Pills?"

"Ji Yin Dan!"

Cui Ning was shocked and moved, while the other two men on the old man's side who were in the early stages of the Golden Elixir had expressions of pain on their faces.

He had heard of this type of elixir when he was inquiring about it before. It was a cultivation elixir that was effective for early-stage Golden elixir monks, and was refined through extremely pure Yin Ming energy.

It is of great benefit to practitioners in the early stages of the Golden Elixir, especially ghost cultivators. Of course, it also has the effect of increasing mana for other monks.

This kind of elixir cannot be bought no matter how much spiritual stone it is. In other words, it has a price but no market.

Cui Ning was really surprised that the other party could offer such a high reward, but at his current level, although Ji Yin Dan was good, it didn't have much effect.

After all, his true cultivation level is in the middle stage of Jindan.

Cui Ning's thoughts raced in her mind, and then she smiled and said:

"I appreciate the good intentions of the three fellow Taoists. However, the exercises I practice are somewhat special and conflict with this Yin-type elixir, so I cannot use them. How about you pay me the equivalent amount of spiritual stones?

"

"Since fellow Taoist said so, of course there is no problem." Before the old man could speak, one of the bald monks who was in the early stage of the Golden Elixir rushed to say.

The Jiyin Pill was the reward provided by the Ning family. One more person meant sharing some of the benefits. However, the spirit stones were not taken seriously, after all, they were just external possessions.

The old man and another monk who was in the early stage of the golden elixir also nodded again and again. They were familiar with the elixir and the spiritual stone, and they naturally had a clear mind. Since Cui Ning was willing to sacrifice the basics and pursue the weak, why not do it?

How could Cui Ning do anything that would result in a loss? Not only did he gain three helpers out of thin air, but he also took the opportunity to scrape off nine out of ten of their spiritual stones, which was quite a gain.

Then the four of them turned into escaping light and flew towards the swamp.

None of these monks were good at talking, and they were just busy walking in a boring way. However, the leading old man was very talkative and told Cui Ning a lot of interesting things.

But Cui Ning knew what the other party was up to, and he didn't just want to ask about Cui Ning's background.

"What's going on with the Ning family? To be honest with you, I just came to the Netherworld Wasteland and I don't know much about the situation here. Since you are well-informed, can you explain it to me?"

Cui Ning is mainly a guest. Firstly, he can learn more about this place. Secondly, he can also use this question to dispel the other party's concerns.

After all, his information about the Netherworld Wasteland was all obtained from Fangshi. How could these casual cultivators who have been hanging out in the wasteland all year round know it clearly.

"Haha, these are just trivial matters, I happen to know."

The old man touched his beard and said with a smile: "Speaking of the Ning family, it is not trivial. They are a very famous ghost cultivator family, and they live peacefully in this Netherworld wasteland.

"It is said that it has a history of thousands of years. There are many masters in the family, and there are also many golden elixir monks. It is said that the ancestor of the Ning family has reached the stage of late golden elixir perfection. Even the overlord of Beiyuan, Mr. Guiyou, will not provoke the Ning family at will.

"

When the old man said this, there was a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Oh, are there ghost cultivators in the late Golden Core stage in this Netherworld Wasteland?"

Cui Ning had heard rumors before, but the person who said this was vague, and he was even less sure.

"Why not? Don't look at it. Fengyang Island is basically divided up by five major forces. In fact, in terms of real strength, the ghost cultivators in Netherworld Wasteland are not inferior to them. They are just a piece of loose sand." The last of the three.

A monk in colorful clothes suddenly spoke.

"Oh, is it true? Have you seen it before?" Cui Ning deliberately showed disbelief.

"Huh, if you stay here for a long time, you will naturally know that there are not just one or two masters who have achieved great success in the late stage of Jindan who cultivated in the Netherworld Wasteland. It is said that even the masters who are preparing to break through the Nascent Soul stage..."

When the monk in colorful clothes said this, he seemed to have thought of something and quickly shut up.

Cui Ning raised his eyebrows. Although he lives in a simple way, it doesn't mean he doesn't know anything. Since there are such powerful people cultivating here, why didn't he choose to go out and establish his power?

This kind of ghost cultivator, who is infinitely close to the Nascent Soul stage, is probably no match for the leaders of the five major forces.

The Guiyou Sect did not send anyone to guard the place. It was nominally forced by external pressure, but only sent some symbolic guards to collect the spirit stones.

In fact, they are probably afraid of the powerful ghost cultivators hiding in the Netherworld Wasteland.

Cui Ning then asked again, wanting to know the specific situation. But the other party didn't say anything anymore, and it seemed that he just let it slip.

Seeing the monk's reaction, Cui Ning certainly couldn't keep asking questions to avoid arousing suspicion.

Just like this, while a few people were chatting, the group flew into the depths of the Lost Swamp.

Suddenly, the old man taking the lead slowed down and stopped in mid-air.

"Fellow Taoists, be careful. If you go further, the corpse energy will be several times stronger than the surrounding areas. Even if we are ghost cultivators like us, our movements will be greatly restricted. We still have to be careful of monsters that may appear in the swamp at any time." The old man said.

Looking ahead, he said with a solemn expression.

Cui Ning nodded. The old man also gave him a rough introduction to the Lost Swamp just now.

This is one of the famous dangerous places in the Netherworld Wasteland. It covers a large area. As for the specific number, no one knows how big it is because no one has ever been to the center. But in general, this swamp can be divided into

three parts.

There is a little bit of white poisonous mist on the periphery, but as long as the cultivation level reaches the foundation building stage, it can withstand this poison, and it is not a threat to high-level monks.

The poisonous mist inside was not only several times more concentrated, but also much more toxic, and its color also turned green.

Even masters at the golden elixir stage must take some specially refined anti-toxic drugs before they can enter. At the same time, there are a large number of zombies, evil beasts and other monsters in the inner lake.

These ghosts have different levels, but they are all extremely vicious and like to devour the bodies of monks.

In the center of the Lost Swamp, it is said that there is a small island in the lake, but no one has ever been to the island because the entire island is shrouded in a layer of colorless and odorless poisonous mist.

This kind of poisonous mist is much more powerful than the one in Neize. It is not clear whether masters at the Nascent Soul stage can pass through it, but monks at the Golden Core stage certainly cannot. Even if they have treasures to avoid poison, it is useless. They will still be affected by the poisonous mist.

All that was left was a pair of white bones.

I don’t know if this rumor is true or false.

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