Seven days later, there was a dense black forest. Looking around, there were a large number of black trees growing here. The leaves of the black trees were sparse, and there were cracks on the surface, which were natural.

The three of Qingchi walked forward slowly, their faces full of alertness.

Along the way, they encountered many restrictions, and they avoided it if they could.

A tall and thin blue-robed man stopped, with a confused look on his face, and looked behind him.

"What's wrong? Fellow Daoist Lan!"

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