Ouyang Shanhe didn't know that Zhao Yingxin was a descendant of the Wet Dream Clan and had an extremely sensitive sense of smell.
In fact, it's not just the Ouyang brothers.
Even the supreme leader of the Qingyun Sect, as well as a group of supreme elders and dignitaries in the Xuanzong realm, have never known Zhao Yingxin's true identity.
Well, even Zhao Xinxin himself didn't know that she was not human.
If the strange Skeleton King who met Chen Shen on the Altar Throne in the Lion's Mouth Cave that day when she was on a mission with Chen Shen had not said that she was a "blue-haired and purple-eyed Wet Dream Clan", this girl would still have thought that she was a girl with that appearance.
What a strange human being...
After the catastrophe 30,000 years ago, the Wet Dream clan, which was originally extremely low-key, completely disappeared in the long river of history.
So much so that cultivators who know the existence of the Lost Dreams and understand their appearance and characteristics have become increasingly rare.
The reason why the skeleton on the throne of the altar could reveal Zhao Yingxin's true identity at a glance was because he himself was an "old monster" who lived tens of thousands of years ago.
If it hadn't been for the failure of overcoming the tribulation, his dignified inner demon ancestor, the peak-level existence of Xuanzong, would not be hiding half-dead in a cave in the posture of a "mutant skeleton"...
It's a pity that no matter how Zhao Yingxin racked her brains afterwards, she still couldn't remember what happened before she fell into coma.
In this girl's soul, there seem to be many memories hidden by a strange force that seems to be invisible...
"It's true, please believe me! Because I can smell..."
Zhao Yingxin's serious expression is undeniable.
Ouyang Shanhe scratched his head, then pointed at a big tree and used his hands and feet.
In a matter of seconds, this guy climbed to the top of the tree crown. Looking up, there was really a large poisonous miasma rolling in from the north!
"Idiot!"
The young man was startled, his feet slipped, and he fell to the ground: "Brother, it's true, there is really a large poisonous mist and miasma approaching us."
"Everywhere he passed, there was no grass growing!" Ouyang Shanhe said while rubbing his buttocks.
There was no other way. In order not to expose their whereabouts, these three people were careful to hide their auras along the way and never used any mysterious energy.
Therefore, if he fell from such a high tree, an ordinary person would have died long ago.
Ouyang Shanhe's physical strength and toughness were many times stronger than ordinary people, but even so, it was painful.
This guy's face turned red, but he didn't want to cry out in pain in front of the beautiful lady Zhao and lose face, so he broke his teeth and swallowed...
"Everywhere you pass is barren of grass?"
"If he is really that strong, why are we still standing there? Run away!" Ouyang Yunchuan exclaimed.
"But... what should we do, senior man in black?" Zhao Yingxin bit her lip in confusion.
"Junior sister Zhao, don't be stupid! This overwhelming power of mysterious poison, which makes vegetation wither if it touches it, is at least released by people in the high-level Xuanhuang realm."
Ouyang Yunchuan persuaded him very quickly: "In my opinion, the poisonous giant demon must have escaped!"
"As soon as it regains freedom, the true disciples and core disciples present will definitely be in bad luck. Our benefactor will probably also..."
Ouyang Shanhe nodded: "That's right! But don't be too pessimistic, sister. Once the poisonous troll appears, it's not necessarily that the man in black can take advantage of the chaos and escape?"
"On the contrary, we are not even at the peak of Xuanwang. Once we are involved in the core of the poisonous miasma... Oh no, even if we are only involved in the middle-level damage field, we will definitely die!"
"Let's go! If you don't go, it will be too late!"
Zhao Yingxin hesitated again and again, and finally shook her head: "No... I at least... want to collect the body of that senior."
"Take your sister in!"
When Ouyang Yunchuan saw the other person turn around and leave, he didn't care so much. He suddenly knocked him unconscious with a strike of his knife and threw him into the beast bag.
"Alas! Sometimes there is really only a thin line between kindness and stupidity!" Ouyang Shanhe sighed: "Do you think Junior Sister Zhao is stupid or kind?"
"Uh... it should be kindness!"
"Why?"
"Because she is beautiful."
"puff!"
"Pfft, sister, get out of the way quickly! I don't want to be poisoned and turned into a human being..."
The many disciples who are still fighting in the battlefield of Beast Mang Mountain do not know that about a hundred breaths ago, huge waves were set off in the Soul Prison Hall of Qingyun City——
"Oh my god, nearly a hundred core disciples' soul-carrying jade exploded at the same time?"
"Uh, are we not dazzled?"
Within the next dozen breaths, the core disciples and true disciples' soul-sending jade placed in the Soul Prison Palace exploded into pieces one after another!
"One, two, three... hiss, so many true disciples of the one-star Xuanhuang Realm died at the same time?"
"This, this, this Soul-Residing Jade, belongs to the true disciple Guan Junhou, and it's actually broken?"
"Wucao, there is something even more exaggerated here - the soul jade of Zhan Qianzhan and Zhan Qiantu also exploded almost at the same time."
"This... what happened on the battlefield of the mysterious beast tide?"
"Isn't there a fight among the disciples?"
"Internal fighting? Even if it is internal fighting, the death rate will not be so high in such a short period of time!"
"It's over, it's over, Zhan Wanhua is going crazy now."
"He's not the only one going crazy."
"Most of the true disciples and core disciples have been accepted as direct disciples by the elders of the inner and outer sects. In addition to our soul-monitoring hall, those elders also have a copy of the disciple's soul-granting jade in their hands."
"I believe it won't be long before those elders come to our door. Oh, it's really a headache..."
While the elders were whispering among themselves——
"Crack... bang!"
Qingyun Tuo's Soul-Residing Jade exploded to pieces!
The elders in charge of the Soul Prison Palace collectively lost their voices. It took a long time before an elder came back to his senses and said with trembling lips: "This, this, something big has happened now. Even the adopted son of the Supreme Leader, Tangtang
Have all the five-star Xuanhuang realm geniuses lost their ability to live and die?"
"boom!"
At this moment, a loud noise was heard, and the heavy palace door was kicked open.
Immediately, Zhan Wanhua rushed in with his evil spirit exposed, followed by a group of elders with cold faces and suppressed anger.
Well, it seems that the masters of those true disciples and core disciples have come to visit.
"What's going on?" Zhan Wanhua suddenly raised his arm, sucking the palm of his hand and spitting it out. In an instant, he caught the inner elder responsible for guarding the Soul Prison Palace in front of him, and asked through gritted teeth.
The inner sect elder was only a two-star Xuanhuang, but now he was shocked by the pressure of Zhan Wanhua, an eight-star Xuanhuang, and almost urinated in fear.
Another elder said anxiously: "Elder Zhan, please calm down!"
He pointed to the tablet where the Qingyun Tuo Soul Jade was originally placed, and said: "Not only did you lose your beloved son, but even the adopted son of the Supreme Leader also encountered misfortune..."