The Spirit Eye Secret Technique was really magical, and Ling Xian couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart, and then turned into a shocking rainbow and chased along the traces of discovery.

After half an hour, Ling Xian stopped in front of an inconspicuous hill.

As far as the eye can see, there are craggy strange rocks everywhere, and the ground is covered with withered yellow fallen leaves and stump branches, even the mountain is bare, and as far as the eye can see, it is full of devastation, and the environment is extremely harsh.

The inaccessible track, and the footprints of the demon beast disappeared here.

Ling Xian raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look at the surrounding environment, and then without saying a word, he walked like that small mountain.

Suddenly, he stopped, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

Lowering his head, there was a pile of withered yellow grass under his feet, Ling Xian's sleeve robe flicked, and the white light flashed, rolling the superfluous things aside, and a corpse appeared in front of him.

"It's ......"

It's not that Ling Xian hasn't seen dead corpses, since he stepped into the Immortal Dao, he has personally killed hundreds of monks, what surprised him was not the corpse in front of him, but the clothes he was wearing.

Obviously not a local immortal cultivator.

Rather, it is a monk from the spiritual realm.

That's right, it's the Spirit Realm Cultivator, Ling Xian has just left that interface, and he is naturally familiar with the Spirit Realm Monk's clothes, and he will never admit his mistake.

It seems that the spirit world fell back then, and although most of the people were gone, there were also a few lucky ones who managed to escape.

This one is one of them.

It's a pity that the path of the immortal road is full of thorns, and in the end, it is difficult to escape the end of death and fall.

Ling Xian sighed, but he didn't keep groaning, but stretched out his hand, and as soon as he grabbed the void, one of the storage bags in the wreckage flew over.

Ling Xian's palm was covered with spiritual power, and then he carefully picked it up.

The divine sense penetrated in, and the treasures inside were immediately visible.

There are not many spirit stones, but they are all high-level things.

In addition, there are many fur and bones of demon beasts, as well as more than ten tall and short jade bottles, treasures that look like ancient mirrors, and a palm-sized spirit rune, which is shining with golden light, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

There is nowhere to find the iron shoes, it takes no effort to get them, these treasures are all obtained by Ling Xian accidentally, and he is naturally very happy in his heart.

But he doesn't have time to explore these treasures now, what is the purpose of them, there is no other reason, Xuan'er and Qingyu have not escaped yet!

There are priorities, and now saving people is the first place.

So Ling Xian stuffed these treasures into the storage bag, and then raised his head again.

There was still a haze between the eyebrows.

Ling Xian didn't know what the strength of this Spirit Realm cultivator was during his lifetime, but he guessed from the treasures in the storage bag that his cultivation might not be too low.

However, he fell here, and the bones on his left chest were broken inch by inch, and at first glance, it didn't look like he was injured by the cultivator's magic weapon, but more like he was injured by the claws of the demon beast.

The enemy is not easy to deal with!

This thought turned in his mind, and Ling Xian became more and more afraid to be careless.

Although this person's body has turned into white bones and has fallen for some years, if the demon beast builds a nest nearby, if you think about it, this possibility is not small!

Thinking of this, Ling Xian hurriedly released his divine sense, expanded its scope to the extreme, and began to search.

Soon there will be a gain, more than ten miles away from here, there is a cave of demon beasts, black to the depths of the ground, very hidden, if you don't have your own heart, it's really easy to ignore it.

In the cavern, there is a monster that is sleeping.

It was a huge centipede, several feet long, covered with brown fluff, and it was creepy just by looking at it.

Ling Xian's pupils shrank, although this demon was asleep, the aura it exuded was extremely powerful, and it had reached the state of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant Stage.

It's just one step away from the legendary god.

But it was precisely because of this that Ling Xian was surprised, as we all know, humans can condense the Yuan Infant by crossing the three Heavenly Tribulations, and demon beasts can transform after passing the three Heavenly Tribulations.

What is Transfiguration?

Mind on, transform into human form!

Below the transformation period, it is a demon beast, and after the transformation, it is called demon cultivation.

The centipede in front of him is infinitely close to four heavenly tribulations, and it stands to reason that it has long been able to fade away from the demon body and turn into a human form.

But why did he still live in the cave in the form of a centipede?

This doesn't make sense.

Human beings are the spirits of all things, and after the demon cultivator enters the transformation period, he will change his human form, without exception......

Wait, Ling Xian's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, he thought of it, there are really exceptions to this matter.

It is said that a very small number of demon beasts, even after entering the god transformation period, cannot open their spiritual intelligence and change their human form.

Of course, the number of monsters in this part is extremely rare.

At first, among the demon clan, they also became a laughing stock, but misfortune lurked, as time went by, everyone found that this part of the demon beasts, although they could not transform into shapes, and their minds were also very stupid, but their strength was far above the demon cultivation of the same level, and even with one or two, there were not many problems.

Again, God is fair.

However, at this moment, Ling Xian smiled bitterly in his heart.

Your luck won't be so unlucky, could it be that this sleeping centipede is also that terrifying mutant monster?

The drum beat in his heart, but soon, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, as the saying goes, it's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, even if it's a mutant monster, can he ignore the two girls?

The answer is clearly no.

What's more, what if the mutant demon beast is powerful, he is not an ordinary immortal cultivator, if he really fights, it is still two to say who will kill the deer.

The thought in his mind turned, and Ling Xian was ready to make a move.

His idea is to sneak attack, so that he can save a lot of effort, for demon beasts, there is no despicable or despicable word, as long as the enemy can be destroyed, there is no shame in unscrupulous means.

Thinking of this, Ling Xian took a deep breath and hid all his breath.

After performing the Qi Gathering Technique, he was still not satisfied, and then transformed the mana in his body into internal force through the second vein of Ren Du.

There is no other reason, as a martial artist, it is not easy to attract the attention of demon beasts, all in all, Ling Xian has quietly made all preparations for the sneak attack.

In order not to be noticed by the demon beast, he didn't even use the light, and directly performed light skills, and quietly entered the lair of the demon beast.

This is an underground cave, more than a hundred zhang deep, full of forks in the road, just like a labyrinth, but in the face of Ling Xian's powerful divine sense, it has no effect, and he quickly found the sleeping place of the centipede.

Ling Xian did not attack rashly, but quietly condensed his true qi.

A moment later, Ling Xian suddenly let out a loud shout, and a palm slashed out as fast as lightning.

Along with this, the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly rose a lot, and the void was blazing with fire wherever the palm wind passed. (To be continued.) )