After leaving the cave of the Silver Fang King, Chen Luo did not stop for a moment and fled in the direction he came from at the fastest speed. Unlike when he came here, Chen Luo walked very fast. With each step, his figure would change position, as if shrinking the earth into an inch. In a few flashes, he left the ice field.

As I moved away, the sense of being watched like a shadow gradually dissipated.

The surroundings were covered with ice and snow again.

Chen Luo stopped and looked back. From this position, he could no longer see the outline of the valley where the Cold Pond Ice Cave was located. All he could see was ice-blue snowflakes.

What level of monster is at the bottom of that cold pond?

There must be something good under the cold pond, there is no doubt about that. But the big guy below gave Chen Luo a feeling of extreme danger, which was a situation he had never encountered since he was promoted to the sixth level. Out of caution, he chose to leave this place.

"The demon tribe is really not a good place. Fortunately, I didn't come here earlier."

The mentality that had been relaxed due to the breakthrough in cultivation has become cautious again.

Unlike the Qunxing Sect, which was promoted by picking up the legacy of the White Immortal Cave, the demon race has a long history, and the life span of demon cultivators is much longer than that of humans. It is hard to guarantee that there will not be one or two old monsters surviving in the race. If one of these old monsters survives, it will subvert the pattern of the cultivation world.

After walking for another half a day, the ice and snow gradually faded away.

The world changed from the monotonous color of ice and snow to a colorful world. Green plants and soil came into view. Except for a few pieces of ice residue on the soil, he had completely walked out of this place. Although there was still some chill, it was not that big of an impact.

Just as Chen Luo was about to step out, a strange barrier appeared in front of him. When he stepped back, he found himself back at the border of the ice field.

Looking back, the world of birdsong and flowers is behind me.

Just one step away, yet a world away!

This feeling was like passing through a mirror. This change made Chen Luo feel a little uneasy.

'The demonic power is restricted.'

The brain that is proficient in formations quickly becomes active.

Before Chen Luo could think of a solution, the cave gourd on his waist suddenly lit up with a layer of blue light. The ice-blue flower that the Silver Fang King gave him flew out of it and appeared in front of him, spinning. The light blue light flowed over his body like a water curtain, and then exploded like an ice crystal.

The flowing light merged into Chen Luo's body like a drop of water. When he looked at the blue light in front of him, he had a feeling of "seeing through".

'The same demonic power can break the demonic ban.'

In the external brain, the third brother’s hatred was the first to emerge.

Chen Luo's heart moved, and he walked towards the barrier again. This time he did not encounter any obstacles and walked out easily.

Leaving the ice and snow and stepping on the soil again, Chen Luo felt relieved and the feeling of being restricted in the air disappeared.

"It seems that King Silver Fang also knows about the big guy at the bottom of the cold pond."

Chen Luo instantly understood the whole story.

The Silver Fang King was trying to be nice to him, most likely wanting to establish a good relationship with him and owe him a favor. But Chen Luo didn't buy it. The Silver Fang King's flower just saved him some time. Even without the flower, he could still get out of there.

Spiritual power surged, and the whole person took a step forward, and when he landed again, he was already in mid-air.

Looking down, Chen Luo found that the extremely cold land behind him seemed to have disappeared. A thick layer of ice fog appeared outside, and the wind and snow were howling in it, making it difficult to see clearly. He could only vaguely feel an abstract outline, which seemed to be a whole.

A ridiculously large 'Kun'.

"You can't come to this place for the time being."

After noting the location, Chen Luo turned around and turned into a stream of light, flying away without looking back.

A few days later.

Chen Luo came to a mountain range. The temperature here was getting higher and higher, and there were more and more green plants around. After crossing a mountain range, Chen Luo hovered here.

According to the information that the flower-backed turtle left him, this was the tomb he had found. However, he did not know the exact location of the entrance. Tombs generally had hidden means, and the hiding methods of the demon clan were mostly related to their own innate magical powers. It was very difficult to search out of thin air.

"Where are the people?"

Chen Luo held the communication talisman in his right hand, making sure that he was not in the wrong place.

After flying down, Chen Luo spread his consciousness and tried to search for them. However, neither the flower-backed turtle nor Yuwen Ling and Ding Jian gave any feedback. It was as if these three guys had disappeared from the face of the earth.

"Did you run into some big monster?"

Chen Luo spread out his spiritual sense and searched around.

It turned out that no clues were found. This place was very ordinary, without even a spiritual vein. In addition to the miasma and poisonous insects, there were only a few little demons practicing hard in the mountains. The strongest one was only in the late stage of Qi Refining, and was not even as good as the black bear that carried the jar on the ice field before.

Chen Luo changed his appearance and flew down from the sky.

He found a pangolin and prepared to ask it for information about the surrounding area to see if there were any clues left by the three people including the flower-backed turtle.

"Your Majesty, I really don't know."

The pangolin knelt on the ground and trembled. A dozen female beasts in the nest nearby looked at the direction where Chen Luo was standing in horror.

"Forget it, I'll watch it myself."

After asking for a long time, Chen Luo found that the little demon knew nothing about the outside world. In his cognition, he was the strongest king of this forest, and all the demons with spiritual intelligence were his subordinates. If Chen Luo hadn't suddenly appeared, he would probably still be living the life of the king of the mountain.

Don't ask about the outside world and don't leave the mountain gate.

Just manage your own one-third acre of land.

Chen Luo placed his hand on the pangolin's head, and the picture flashed by like a slide. This was a new method developed by several brains in the external brain that were studying the "soul-searching technique". It could read the memory of the weak without any harm, without hurting the soul.

Chen Luo originally assigned this group of external brains the task of rewriting memories, but now it seems that the progress is not very ideal.

Pangolins have a simple memory.

Apart from foraging, he spent the rest of his time mating. As one of the few monsters in the mountain, he lived a very comfortable life. He had found more than 300 mates. The female beasts that stayed in the nest were carefully selected by him.

Skipping over these disorganized memories, Chen Luo quickly found what he wanted.

It was two years ago.

One evening.

The pangolin saw a strange sunset on a hilltop. The sunset that day was particularly enchanting, like demon blood, and abnormally red. However, the pangolin, who had never ventured outside, regarded this situation as a natural phenomenon and ignored it.

'Northwest, twenty miles.'

As the thought came to his mind, Chen Luo locked onto the location in his memory, dropped the pangolin, and in a few flashes he arrived at the location in his memory.

A cold wind blows.

This is the mouth of a high mountain cliff. Looking down from this position, Chen Luo discovered a strange village.

The demon tribe’s village.

"strangeness."

After withdrawing his spiritual sense, Chen Luo felt something was wrong.

There was no trace of demonic power in the village below, and the monsters in the village lived a normal farming life just like humans. This scene was normal in the Star Gate, but it was not right in the monster tribe.

According to Chen Luo's understanding, only the monsters who have entered the Dao can have spiritual intelligence, can escape from the category of "beasts", and learn the way of life of humans. The monsters below obviously do not meet this rule. How do they maintain their spiritual intelligence without any cultivation?

Thinking of the message left by the flower-backed turtle, Chen Luo changed his appearance and put on a new "skin", and the old fox of the inn in his external brain revived.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Luo transformed from his previous human form into a fox demon.

Chen Luo, who had changed his appearance, flew down, restrained his own breath, and walked into the mountain along the road.

The mountain village is quiet.

It is completely isolated from the outside world, like a paradise.

The air was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees. The mountain plants looked particularly lush. The protruding rocks were covered with vines, and some strange insects that had never been seen before were swarming among them.

"The spiritual energy has changed, and only wood-attributed spiritual energy and demonic power remain."

The external brain was highly active, analyzing the changes in the spiritual power around it. Chen Luo was also observing his surroundings, and he stopped near the mountain pass.

Turning around and walking to an old locust tree that was hugged by three people, he squatted down and fiddled with it for a while, and found a black tortoise shell from the rubble.

'Big brother, help me.'

Chen Luo rubbed it twice with his hands, a wisp of grayish-white breath overflowed from the tortoise shell, and a familiar voice appeared in his ears.

It was left by the flower-backed turtle.

"Is he in danger, or has he been captured?"

Chen Luo became alert and called up the external brain responsible for sensing danger. He looked around but could not find the source of danger. These brains that sensed danger were all geniuses discovered by Chen Luo, and some of them were geniuses who died young. These brains were naturally gifted in terms of murderous intent and danger perception.

Putting away the tortoise shell, Chen Luo continued to move forward.

As he approached the village, Chen Luo saw a beautiful scenery like a painting.

Smoke rises from the kitchen and children play.

Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, sat a hunched figure.

That was a black-backed pig demon.

This pig demon was like a human, wearing black pants and a blue belt around his waist. He sat on a wooden stake with his buttocks and stepped on a stone beside him. He held a pipe in his hands and looked at Chen Luo who was walking in from outside with his eyes squinting.

"Looking for someone?"

"Stay overnight."

Chen Luo showed a smile on his face and replied very kindly.

"The seventh house at the entrance of the village is unoccupied."

The black-backed pig demon replied and continued to smoke his pipe, as if he was used to seeing outsiders and didn't even want to talk.

Walk into the village.

Chen Luo discovered that the spiritual power here had become more extreme.

Except for the wood attribute spiritual power, other attributes of spiritual power cannot be used here. If there are immortal cultivators here, they will find that among the seven attributes of spiritual roots, except for the wood spiritual root, all other spiritual roots are useless here.

This is a place where only wood spirits can practice. (End of this chapter)