Ye QingHan took the divine bird into the depths and went to the miasma again. He looked for a divine medicine to restrain the poison for a long time, but he didn''t find it.


    "Since it''s not drugs to restrain poisons, it''s temperature to restrain poisons. The temperature in the miasma must be different from that in the outside world." ye QingHan thought secretly for a while and began to test the temperature, constantly adjust the temperature and observe the reaction of poisons.


    After trial and error, the reaction of the poison is different. When the temperature is finally adjusted to be higher than the outside world, the reaction of the poison is the most intense. When it is higher, the poison has little reaction.


    "It seems that this poison is a constant temperature animal and can''t adapt to the outside temperature. No wonder the club is in this dead corner." ye QingHan exhaled a turbid breath and found a way to get in.


    "I''ll keep it for you outside?" the divine bird asked flatteringly. Obviously, it didn''t want to take risks.


    "No, you follow me so long, even if I die, I will take you." ye QingHan replied with certainty.


    The divine bird rolled his eyes and lay powerlessly on ye QingHan''s shoulder, lazy and obscene.


    In order to revenge, ye QingHan stepped firmly into the poison miasma. The temperature around his body was slightly higher than that of the outside world. The shrill scream in the poison miasma was inexplicably remembered. It was gloomy and terrible. The poisons floated away from afar and didn''t dare to approach him at all.


    After entering the valley, the divine bird breathed a sigh of relief.


    The valley is not too big to detect, but it is only about ten thousand meters wide. There is nothing else in it except miasma and poisons. It is thick and white bones. They are crushed by the light cold of leaves. The white bones are weathered and make a crisp sound like rotten wood.


    Ka Ka!!


    Roar——————


    The bone is broken, the wind is howling, sharp, harsh and gloomy. Some strange thorns can survive here. It is difficult to see five meters away, surrounded by poisonous fog, screaming and roaring.


    WOW!!


    Ye QingHan pulled his hand and the poisonous fog dispersed. The valley at night has a beautiful scenery, but the hidden killing opportunity makes ye QingHan also a little scared.


    At night, the wild ghost man in the miasma did not appear. He seemed to appear only during the day.


    Ye QingHan walked deep down the moonlight. There was a long path in the valley. There were no thorns and weeds. The weeds didn''t even have a trace of aura and didn''t even want to swallow poisons.


    This stone path has been extending to the depths, and the moonlight can not shine through the poisonous fog. It looks dark and gloomy. There are many white bones in the depths, most of which are human, and many of which are large beasts, which are swallowed up by poisons.


    Hoo Hoo


    Ye QingHan''s breathing is very stable. The long knife stands in front and moves forward step by step. He is very cautious.


    Shashasha——————


    A gloomy footstep slowly approached ye QingHan, which aroused his vigilance.


    The divine bird also found it and hurriedly reminded, "left front, about 300 meters."


    Shua——————


    The voice of the divine bird had just dropped, and a figure flashed away from the fog ahead.


    Ye QingHan looked around warily, his eyes shining, staring at the depths, looking for the location of the wild ghost man.


    Shua!!


    The figure appeared behind ye QingHan, but as soon as ye QingHan turned around, he disappeared without a trace.


    "Yan Ao! If you are Yan Ao, come out, don''t you even know me?" ye QingHan collected the breath of huge blood, showing the power of the emperor, and the breath of the waster Lord filled the air. If this person is really Yan Ao, he will be awakened, and maybe he can expel the poison.


    Oh!


    Roar!


    The poison sent out a harsh and sharp roar, as if to devour ye QingHan, but there was some fear.


    The voice made the divine bird numb his scalp and shiver all over. He sat on ye QingHan''s shoulder, teeth and claws, grinning and strengthening his bile duct, "little thing, this divine bird is not afraid of you! Have a seed to fight alone!"


    Whoa, whoa, whoa!


    The poisonous fog rolled like sea waves, constantly pushing ye QingHan out of the valley.


    Ye QingHan adjusted the temperature around him again and forced the poison fog to open. With a big hand, the poison fog dispersed. The wild ghost man stood not far from ye QingHan, cold.


    "Yan Ao!"


    Ye QingHan shouted angrily again, hoping to wake up his subconscious.


    "I''m not..." the wild ghost finally spoke, but it was very astringent, as if he hadn''t spoken for hundreds of millions of years.


    Ye QingHan was surprised, hurriedly stepped back and said in a deep voice, "aren''t you yanao? Where do you get your clothes?"


    "It has nothing to do with you... If you don''t... Leave, you will die..." the wild ghost man stared at ye QingHan with gloomy green eyes, ferocious face and exposed fangs.


    "It has something to do with me! Sir, you can survive here and coexist with poisons. I really admire you and don''t want to be an enemy with you. However, the waist matching on you is the waist matching of one of my brothers. Now I must know his whereabouts. As long as you are willing to tell me, I am willing to provide you with a lot of energy for you to absorb, and even I can make you adapt to the temperature of the outside world!" Ye QingHan is so firm that he doesn''t care about the life and death of the outside world in order to revenge and find Yan Ao!


    Roar!


    The poison controls the wild ghost man to roar again, warning ye QingHan that he will attack at any time.


    Hoo Hoo!


    Ye QingHan''s breathing quickened, but he didn''t want to retreat. He kept staring at the ethereal wild ghost man in the thick fog.


    "It''s so sad that you can''t get out of the valley forever. Don''t you want to enter the vast nine worlds?" ye QingHan stared at the wild ghost man and said with deep doubt.


    The figure of the wild ghost man slowly became transparent and disappeared again, but did not attack ye QingHan.


    WOW————


    Ye QingHan waved his long knife and swept away a large area of miasma, but the wild ghost people kept changing their positions and hiding in the miasma.


    "Teach me how to leave... Here!" after a long time, the wild ghost man finally spoke.


    Ye QingHan was surprised in his eyes and immediately asked, "where''s my brother?"


    "In the depths... He is the only human I have not killed so far." the wild ghost man said darkly, "I like people with superior will. A wisp of will can control the body of death. Such heroes... Should not be food."


    Wild ghost people speak more and more quickly. With human emotions, I don''t know whether people are talking or poison control him.


    Ye QingHan''s heart fluctuates and is very excited. Finally, a good news comes these days. Yan Ao is not dead. He has a chance to deal with the broken sky!


    "This is the secret of the origin of fire. There is the profound meaning I understand. As long as you control the origin of fire, you can naturally control the surrounding temperature. It''s not a problem to leave here!" ye QingHan waved and took out a secret book of flame color and said to the wild ghost man, "bring yanao to me and I''ll give you the profound meaning of the origin."


    WOW!!


    The poisonous fog surged and flooded the valley. Only ye QingHan had no poisonous fog within 35 meters around.


    The wild ghost man retreated silently, but the divine bird was worried. If this ghost thing is born, it can control the temperature. Can there still be creatures in the Ninth Heaven live?