The society is afraid that Shota Demon King just wants to be a salted fish

Huang Yuezong and his party fought with the monster again, and then were forced out of the poisonous fog again.

Seeing that this was not an option, the Great Elder said in a deep voice, "Wait for me outside the poisonous mist. Just leave this monster to me."

Several people had smiles on their faces, "Then I'll leave this place to the great elder."

When the sound came, the person had already appeared a hundred meters away...

The elder's face twitched slightly, he was really not polite at all.

He also thought that if someone was polite, he would give him the opportunity.

After all, apart from its amazing recovery speed, this monster is actually not that strong.

As long as the monster's health recovery advantage is gone, most of them can easily win in a one-on-one battle.

Huang Yuezong and his party, who had left the poisonous mist, listened to the fighting starting again behind them, and then Shi Shiran stopped.

The battle in the poisonous mist lasted for ten minutes.

When the sound of the battle dissipated, the first elder flew out of the poisonous mist with a dark face and said to the second elder, "I'll collect the spoils for you later."

"Absolutely not!" The second elder waved his hands repeatedly, "This is the tradition of an adventurer. It's not appropriate for me to go."

The Great Elder asked, "How come I didn't know that Shenlin Continent has such a tradition?"

The second elder said with a smile, "Isn't this just like doing as the Romans do?"

"Shit, do as the Romans do. How come you haven't done as the Romans do before? I won't go anyway." The elder was unmoved.

The second elder fixed his gaze on the bearded man, "Third elder, you are usually the most active in picking up loot. I will leave it to you this time."

The bearded man's expression suddenly became distorted. Good guy, good things don't happen to me. Whenever something bad like this happens, do you blame yourself?

He looked at the increasingly dense green poisonous gas in front of him, and it was already beginning to become almost invisible.

The most important thing is that these poisonous gases are as if they are not in the same time and space as him and cannot be blown away.

The bearded man shook his head repeatedly and looked at the people behind him. Finally, his eyes fell on the deacon of the sect who was the last person in the team who intentionally or unintentionally protected his teammates in front of him.

"Deacon Zhao, the time has come to contribute to Huang Yuezong. Didn't you apply for promotion to the position of elder before? Let us see your determination to contribute to the sect."

Deacon Zhao was confused, "But didn't you say that the Presbyterian Council has basically agreed?"

"Doesn't this require us to have the final vote? You also know that our top three elders have the ability to veto with one vote..." The third elder pretended to say casually, "I am not talented, so this vote has not been cast yet."

Deacon Zhao:…

You old guy, call yourself Elder Zhao when you don’t need it, and Deacon Zhao when you need it!

Although his teeth were itching with hatred, there was nothing he could do for a while. Who could ask him to ask for help?

I made up my mind that this big beard must not fall into my hands! Just thinking about it, I plunged into the poisonous mist.

Several people around were stunned, "No, isn't it still some time before the monster loot is revealed?"

Sure enough, a moment later, Deacon Zhao came back with a dark face.

Seeing the puzzled expressions on the faces of everyone in the sect, he put his hand to his nose and coughed, "Ahem... I just went in to confirm the location of the monster, so as not to waste time searching later."

This time, the expressions of several people in the sect were even weirder. At first glance, it did make sense, but after careful consideration, something felt wrong.

Everyone knew it, but they didn't tell it.

For about half an hour, the green poisonous mist showed no signs of dissipating, and even tended to spread faster.

Deacon Zhao gritted his teeth and rushed in again. After more than ten breaths, he withdrew again.

Take out a green light group that emits soft light from the space ring, and a bottle containing green mist.

[Soul of Life (Material): Life Suit Material, Life Weapon Material. 】

[Life Toxin Bottle (Pendant, Material): The attack adds poison attack equal to 1% of one's own life. 】

As for the gold coins, he didn't pick them up at all.

Because it is too time-consuming, collecting props from the space ring requires contact with the hand wearing the ring and requires concentration. But with that kind of pain, it was almost impossible to concentrate.

Even these two props were reluctantly taken back when he was about to leave the poisonous fog. After all, face is the second face in life...

Everyone put away the props and checked their equipment. The one who suffered the most was the elder who was fighting with the giant centipede. The durability of all the props has been reduced by more than half.

Others also lost close to a third.

Big Centipede successfully topped the "Maze Equipment Destroyer List"...

Repairing these props with a blacksmith is not cheap and requires an appointment.

The only blacksmiths who can repair are still the two who build time pickaxes for their team. The hanging ornaments are not affected, all blacksmiths can repair them.

The blacksmith profession is different from the adventure upgrade. All sub-professions are only at level 100, and the difficulty of upgrading varies.

The good thing is that reincarnation does not reset the secondary level.

At each level of the blacksmith, you can unlock ten levels of props.

When you build high-level props, you will also gain very rich blacksmith experience and adventurer experience.

Compared with other professions, the speed at which adventurers can improve their strength is more than a star and a half faster!

Today, in the entire Moxin community, there are only two adventurers who have truly reached level 3 blacksmithing, and they regard blacksmithing as their main secondary job.

They feel that continuing like this is not an option.

Price is the main reason, and the other reason is that the Home Trading Center cannot trade any battle-related props, and they need to be transferred face-to-face.

Perhaps after the layout of the maze home is completed, the sect's blacksmiths can be properly fooled into reincarnating themselves. If it works, wouldn't it save a lot of money in the future?

After gathering their spirits, the few people continued to move downwards, while continuing to dig for minerals.

There were many forks along the way, and they were lucky enough to walk for more than ten days without seeing the end of the downward passage!

"We seem to be leaving the ancestral land of life soon." The surrounding vegetation has become sparse.

Gray-black, extremely fine ash blocks and black stone walls with lava patterns began to appear around them.

After several more days, the group finally reached the end of the passage.

Looking down along the edge of the passage, the field of vision suddenly opened up. As far as the eye could see, it was a vast red continent floating on the sea of ​​lava!

And an irregular maze with red walls!

"This is...the maze of hell?!" They were stunned for a moment, and then they shouted in surprise!

The journey lasted more than four months!

Even they themselves are not sure whether this makes sense.

Now I can finally see the harvest.

The bearded man kicked off the ground and jumped out of the cave. He tried to activate his spiritual power to control the air, but it had no effect. His body seemed to be held tightly by an invisible hand and dragged away into the maze of hell at extremely high speeds!

"F*ck!!!" The long-whiskered exclamation gradually faded away...

Looking at the bearded man who disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye, the people above smiled and said, "The third elder is still as frizzy as ever, let's follow suit."