In the dense forest, Mo Ran and his group were fumbled forward carefully, and their pace was no more than a hundred times slower than when they came. Everyone was not ordinary people, and when facing unknown things, they would be extremely cautious. As Mo Ran said, this mulberry forest is already the realm of blood silkworms. If everyone faced the dangers that looked at the front of Lu Xingspiders, maybe they could be more relaxed, and at least they could use courage and strength to resist that sense of crisis; but now they are facing a crisis hidden in the dark, and everyone should not treat this unknown danger as an ordinary situation.

"Be careful. There will definitely be blood silkworms nearby." As we walked, Mo Ran suddenly reached out to stop everyone behind him, and then Mo Ran squatted down.

Following Mo Ran, when they saw the former squatting down, everyone was curious and squatted one after another. It didn't matter if they squatted down. Everyone found that when Mo Ran looked directly at the place where he looked directly at the ground, a thread of red blood was lying across the low-high place under everyone's feet.

Everyone was shocked by this discovery. Although they didn't know this kind of thing, it was not difficult for everyone to guess from Mo Ran's extremely solemn expression that the silk thread in front of them seemed very dangerous.

"What is this?" everyone asked suspiciously.

Mo Ran thought for a while, recalling the records of the black-blooded silkworms in his hand in his Dan God's hand. After a while, he replied: "If I was not wrong, this should be the silk of the blood silkworm. Look, ordinary silkworms should spit out white silk threads, but blood silkworms are different. The years of sucking rotting blood have caused abnormal changes in their bodies, so only the blood silkworms can spit out this red silk thread, and this silk thread must contain huge poison. I think Brother Xiao must be injured under this poisonous silk."

After Mo Ran said that, he ignored everyone and carefully stepped over the blood-red silk, touched the large area of ​​purple-leaf chrysanthemums. He was cautious and cautious, and jumped over the remaining blood-red silk on the cloth. Mo Ran finally arrived at the place where the purple-leaf chrysanthemums grew. At this time, Mo Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He possessed and picked several purple-leaf chrysanthemums, and Mo Ran retreated on the same path. Afterwards, he did not say anything, and reached out to take out all the vessels he had prepared from the ethereal ring, and then handed the picked purple-leaf chrysanthemums to Huang Lang.

"Brother, take off the rhizomes and leaves, leave only the flowers, and then shake it away."

Huang Lang took the purple-leaf chrysanthemum for no reason, and did not ask much. According to what Mo Ran said, he smashed several purple-leaf chrysanthemums into powder, and controlled them with internal energy to make them fall into the container in Mo Ran's hand.

Looking at the purple-leaf celestial powder that occupied most of the container, Mo Ran smiled, then took out an exquisite small box. He opened it, reached out to pinch a little ignition pollen, and scattered it in the container in front of everyone.

As soon as the Lanling Pollen touched the purple-leafed celestial powder, it suddenly made a "sizzling" sound as if pouring boiling oil into cold water. Then, everyone saw a white smoke suddenly rise from the container. When the smoke drifted out, the surrounding air was suddenly filled with an extremely unpleasant smell.

Covering his mouth and nose with his hands, everyone subconsciously took a step back, as if they were very disgusted with this smell, and their faces showed ugly expressions.

Seeing this, Mo Ran smiled slightly and explained: "Don't be so nervous. This is the spirit-burning pollen that is eliminating some of the corpse poison components in the purple-leaf chrysanthemum. It will be fine in a while."

As soon as Mo Ran finished speaking, the white mist dissipated, as if it had never appeared before. If it weren't for the unpleasant smell remaining in the air, everyone would have thought that the white mist had never appeared before.

The configuration of the medicine powder is extremely simple. It took less than a few minutes to complete the configuration after obtaining the purple chrysanthemum. After that, Mo Ran poured the medicine powder into his hand a little, then looked at everyone with a smile, and sprinkled the powder in his hand on everyone.

"What are you doing?" I was startled by Mo Ran's sudden behavior, and everyone dodged away, even Huang Lang was no exception.

"Damn." Mo Ranqi said bitterly: "Don't hide, this thing is not harmful. It can help you resist the poison of some blood silkworms. Oh, it's a waste."

Hearing this, everyone realized that everything Mo Ran did was to prepare poison-proof powder for himself and others. The former surrounded him again with shame.

Sprinkle all the medicine powders on the six people who have prescriptions. When Moran feels it is enough, he turns around and looks in the dense forest, his face turns cold, and he shouts in a low voice: "Go."

Walking forward carefully, the group of six people would discover the blood-red silk thread in time and avoid it from afar. While moving, everyone began to observe around, trying to unearth the shadow of the bloody silkworm from this vast forest.

After walking in the forest for about an hour, the six people still did not find the shadow of the blood silkworm. Everyone began to be anxious. The reason was that the more they walked in, the more they found that the blood-red silk threads were more and more, so no matter how careful they were, they began to touch the blood-red silk threads unintentionally.

And because of this, everyone began to truly admire the character Mo Ran. When many times they touched the blood-red silk thread, everyone would feel the biting chill of the blood-red silk thread that penetrated the soul. However, the blood-red silk thread containing the violent toxicity emitted an extremely cold aura. When trying to poison everyone, the strange pollen that had been scattered on their bodies would be removed in time. So even though everyone had to touch the silk thread frequently in the end, it would be fine for the time being.

While watching, when everyone's eyes always glanced over Mo Ran, they would look at him with affirmation. It was so far that they began to truly place Mo Ran in a very important position. Hiddenly, people like Huo Tian and others have begun to think of ways to establish a better relationship with Mo Ran. After all, an excellent alchemist is rare on the mainland, and a genius like Mo Ran who is young and has a good elixir of elixir cultivation must make friends before he becomes successful. In this way, it is possible that if he encounters trouble in his cultivation in the future, the other party can help with all his strength.

Ignoring what everyone was planning to think, Mo Ran suddenly stopped, but his eyes were staring straight ahead, with a hint of excitement in his eyes that was extremely unconcealed.

Everyone was puzzled and looked at Mo Ran's eyes and saw a huge meat worm with a length and thickness of forearms creeping on the mulberry tree, constantly chewing on the purple-leafed chrysanthemum in their mouths.

"Blood silkworm? Or black?" Everyone exclaimed in horror.

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