Sun Lingtong was shocked and confused.

At this moment, his thoughts raced through his mind, and he quickly reviewed everything he had just experienced.

"How on earth did I get petrified?"

The skin on his hands was still turning into stone. Sun Lingtong hurriedly examined it carefully and confirmed that this petrification technique was quite mysterious and he could not find out any details.

"This is a trap. It kills people without paying for their lives! There may have been many victims before me."

"No, that's unlikely."

"If that were the case, then the group of hooded black-robed people wouldn't have worshipped the mountain in such a blatant manner, offered sacrifices, and caused such a loss of life."

"And they didn't even dare to enter the cave, which clearly meant that this God-level being was still alive."

"I used a magic weapon to dig out the treasures. After the treasures were transported to the mechanical dragon, I personally checked them out."

"There's something wrong with these precious materials!"

Sun Lingtong analyzed the situation and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The petrification technique was still corroding him, and the suppression of his mana was like drinking poison to quench thirst. The petrification technique benefited from the contact with his mana, and the power of the technique began to increase.

"No, I have to explain the situation to Xiaozhu immediately!"

"We can't lose sight of those black-robed monks. We have to find trouble with them and see what information we can get out of them by torturing them."

Sun Lingtong hurried to save herself.

While controlling the mechanical dragon, he immediately left the cave and chased after the departing black-robed monk.

On the other hand, he wrote a letter and sent it directly to Ning Zhuo's room.

After Ning Zhuo was criticized by Sun Lingtong, he returned to his living room and bedroom.

At first, he was calm.

He subconsciously wanted to meditate and practice, but he remembered that Sun Lingtong forbade him to do so.

He lay down on the bed and decided to sleep.

I ended up closing my eyes but couldn't fall asleep.

Normally, he had not recovered completely yet, and the sequelae of his obsession were still lingering, and he was physically and mentally exhausted. In this case, he should be able to fall asleep easily.

But the reality was just the opposite. Ning Zhuo tossed and turned, and his eyeballs kept moving under his eyelids.

He took a deep breath and opened his eyes suddenly.

He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, then sat up in annoyance.

He didn't maintain this posture for long before he stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.

After sitting for more than ten breaths, he felt very uncomfortable and had to stand up.

Anxious.

trouble.

All kinds of negative emotions quickly grew.

"Brother Linghu has been put in solitary confinement for so many times, but he can actually endure it. He is so amazing!"

"Boss Sun's teachings are very true."

"I can't even bear this little bit of free time. I feel irritated and think it's a waste of time."

"My mentality has undergone many subtle changes compared to before."

"well……"

Ning Zhuo was in such pain. His mind told him that both spiritual practice and work required a balance between relaxation and intensity, but his troubled emotions made him pace and wander around the room.

Just at this moment, there was a knocking sound at the cabin door.

Ning Zhuo opened the cabin door and saw a letter flying into the cabin and naturally expanding in the air.

"Why did the boss write to me?"

Ning Zhuo was quite surprised and looked away.

After reading it once, he understood the whole story and his expression suddenly changed: "The boss is in trouble!"

Ning Zhuo snapped his fingers and a flame appeared, which floated up and burned the letter.

He immediately began to write.

The mechanical dragon originally had a device that allowed Sun Lingtong to transmit sound to Ning Zhuo's living cabin. But Sun Lingtong was worried that the Wanli Dragon would also be petrified, so he began to minimize the scope of its use.

He was more worried about Ning Zhuo's safety, so he used Feixin to inform Ning Zhuo of what happened, and told Ning Zhuo in the letter to burn the Feixin in time, not to enter the storage cabin and the dragon head cabin, and to stay away from Sun Lingtong as much as possible.

Ning Zhuo's message was quickly delivered to Sun Lingtong.

"At least I know about it." Sun Lingtong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly read the content of the Feixun.

In the letter, Ning Zhuo inquired about Sun Lingtong's specific injuries, and suggested deciphering the flying letter that the hooded black robe had voluntarily sent into the giant cave but was intercepted by Sun Lingtong.

But in fact, Sun Lingtong has already started doing it.

Fetion was quickly cracked. In fact, the sender did not encrypt the message.

The Old Monster in the Stone: We, the monks of the Six Cave Sect, are obeying the orders of the Lord of the Demon Heart Cave and are writing this letter to sincerely invite the old monster to wake up.

Our Liudong Sect has long heard of the old monster's name, and has always admired his earth-moving magical powers, which are feared by all. Today, the dynasty's army is besieging Qianfenglin, and the situation is critical. We need the old monster's help, to display his divine power, and to share the joy of killing.

If you agree, the Six Caves Sect will reward you handsomely!

…

"This group of people are actually from the Six Cave Sect?" Sun Lingtong naturally knew about the grudge between the Ning family and the Six Cave Sect a long time ago.

Sun Lingtong stared at a line of words above: "As the Six Cave Sect, it seems that they treat the Stone Monster and the Demon Heart Cave Master equally..."

“Could it be that the old monster in the stone was originally a Nascent Soul cultivator, and this time he wanted to break through to a higher realm, but failed and died?”

Sun Lingtong discovered some key information, but it was far from enough.

Under his control, Wanli Youlong easily caught up with the envoy of Liudong Sect.

The messengers quickly went down the mountain and stood at the foot of the mountain. They took out their mounts, all of which were monsters like lions and tigers.

Their faces were filled with anxiety, with deeply frowned brows. When they communicated with each other, they did not use their spiritual sense but communicated with words.

Along the way, they were discussing together how to give back.

Obviously, the mission ended in failure, which made them feel very stressed.

Human life hangs by a thread!

During this process, Ning Zhuo deliberately used his magical powers to put the lives of these four people in danger one by one.

The black-robed monks' mounts moved at a very fast speed, and soon they arrived at a camp on the mountainside.

The four messengers left completely through the teleportation array in the base.

Normally, cultivators who tracked here could only sigh in despair. But Sun Lingtong, who was riding a dragon that traveled thousands of miles, was different.

This mechanical creation is of Nascent Soul level and possesses the ability to travel through the void that only a Nascent Soul can have.

The principle of any teleportation formation is to teleport through the void.

Therefore, Sun Lingtong decisively controlled the Wanli Youlong and directly escaped into the void.

"Xiao Zhuo, it's up to you!" Sun Lingtong communicated through magic tools.

Ning Zhuo nodded and immediately activated his magical powers.

Upper Dantian - the Dantian of bright mirror and spiritual light.

The complete magical power that looked like white lotus roots, green leaves and pink lotus suddenly shone brightly.

Ning Zhuo opened his mouth wide. Although he could sense four targets, the sense in the void was completely different from the real world.

Ning Zhuo felt like he was disoriented, lost track of distance, and even had the world spinning around him.

For a moment, he didn't know how to describe it.

This journey of traveling through the void was still too profound for him and far exceeded the limits of his understanding.

Fortunately, he and Sun Lingtong also realized this in advance. Ning Zhuo was only responsible for instilling what he sensed into the mechanical dragon, allowing this Wanli Dragon to play its own role.

After a moment, the dark curtain dissipated, the silver light expanded, and turned into the real world.

Sun Lingtong was in the dragon head cabin. He took a closer look and cheered, "It's a success. Haha, Xiaozhuo, well done!"

Ning Zhuo had already collapsed to his knees on the ground, his entire body numb, and the divine mirror in his mind was almost completely shattered.

He gasped for air, feeling dizzy and unable to move for a moment.

Four black-robed monks walked down the teleportation formation.

Sun Lingtong controlled the Wanli Youlong and continued to follow the four black-robed monks carefully.

Walking out of the hall where the teleportation array was located, Sun Lingtong came outside.

On this giant pillar of the sky, there are many stone buildings, including high-rise buildings and low houses, mainly in gray and black.

There is a layer of purple-black poisonous fog covering the sky all year round, blocking the sunlight.

The four black-robed monks did not dare to linger and walked straight onto the main road, climbing quickly toward the top of the mountain.

On the road, he occasionally encountered other monks from the Six Caves Sect. These monks were almost all dressed in black or gray robes, with cold or fierce expressions. Many monks were followed by lions and tigers, and some monks played with poisonous scorpions, centipedes and other poisonous insects.

Halfway up the mountain, Sun Lingtong looked out into the distance and saw a huge martial arts training ground.

In the martial arts arena, a large group of monks were fighting each other, blood was flying, and the onlookers were roaring excitedly, and the sound waves spread out. From time to time, monks fell down completely and lost their lives.

Obviously, the competition among the cultivators within the Six Caves Sect is much worse than that within the Wanyao Sect!

The four monks passed through the gatehouse and stepped into the hall on the top of the mountain.

The guards stopped them and someone turned around and went into the hall to report.

The four black-robed monks looked at each other, then gritted their teeth, walked onto the main road, and finally stepped into the majestic hall.

The interior of the hall is extremely spacious, with a high dome and various murals painted on the surrounding walls. Some murals depict ferocious mountains, evil waters, and tragic fogs, some depict countless monks fighting fiercely, and some depict bloody sacrificial scenes. The characters in the murals all have one common feature, that is, no matter whether they are crying or laughing, their expressions are all very hideous.

The floor of the hall was paved with pitch-black iron, cold and hard.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, mixed with a hint of disgusting fishy smell.

In the center of the hall, there stood six pitch-black stone pillars.

The shape of each stone pillar is also quite different.

The middle and upper parts of the stone pillars were hollowed out and carved into seats or cloud beds.

The four monks walked to the center of the six stone pillars and bowed down.

On the stone pillar, there were three empty seats, and the remaining three seats were occupied by monks who were either sitting or lying down.

These three people all have surging Nascent Soul aura, and each has their own unique vision.

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There was a man sitting on the throne. He was tall, with a naked upper body and covered with black and purple scales. At this moment, he had his eyes closed and lay motionless like a stone statue.

There was a person sitting cross-legged on a cushion, but his body was covered in a layer of bloody light and shadow. His figure was blurry, but his aura was surging, like the sound of waves spreading out.

The third one was lying on the bed, with her back facing outside. She was wearing a translucent purple gauze, with a soft waist and back that was full of temptation. But on her hips, there grew a huge scorpion tail. The stinger at the end of the tail was glowing coldly.

Four monks paid their respects with great ceremony.

Through their words, Sun Ning and the others immediately understood the identities of the three Nascent Soul cultivators in front of them.

The tall man covered with scales is the master of the Demon Heart Cave.

The one shrouded in bloody light and shadow is the Blood Shadow Cave Master.

The charming female cultivator lying with her back to everyone is the master of the Poison Scorpion Cave.

The Lord of the Demon Heart Cave opened his eyes. It was obvious that his eyes had been cultivated through secret techniques. He did not have pupils like a normal person. In his eye sockets there was only a blood-red vortex that was constantly rotating on its own.

After hearing the report from his subordinates, the Demon Heart Cave Master slowly spoke in a low voice: "Humph, you sacrificed more than a dozen fellow Qi Refiners, but you didn't even see the old monster in the stone. You failed to do your job well, so go to hell."

The four monks knelt on the ground and were about to beg for mercy.

Bang bang bang.

After a series of explosions, their chests exploded and four hearts flew out.

The living heart flew in front of the Demon Heart Cave Master, and the scales in the center of the latter's chest suddenly split open, revealing a vertical crack the size of a palm.

The gap opened up, revealing a blood-red heart. The black veins on the heart were densely entangled like dragons or tree roots.

Every time the devil's heart beats, it will detonate a heart in front of it.

The essence of the shattered heart poured into the cracks in the chest and was swallowed by the evil heart.

On the other side, the Blood Shadow Cave Master on the black pillar let out a sinister laugh.

The bloody light and shadow that enveloped him also split into two and shone on the four corpses.

The four corpses with exploded chests shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. Almost all of their blood and essence were sucked out and finally merged into the blood light of the Blood Shadow Cave Master.

As for the poisonous scorpion cave master, she also slightly shook the scorpion tail behind her.

The cold light of the scorpion's tail flashed in the air.

Soon, the shriveled corpses turned into four pools of purple poisonous water.

The poisonous water quickly turned into purple smoke, rising up and gathering on the scorpion's tail.

The Poison Scorpion Cave Master laughed, "The war is imminent, but we are slaughtering the disciples of our sect and practicing magic. When the Great Cave Master comes back and finds that there are a hundred or eighty less monks in the sect, he will definitely be furious. Hehehe."

The Blood Shadow Cave Master snorted coldly: "Right now, the vanguard of the dynasty's crusade has approached the Thousand Peaks Forest, and there are more armies coming in. Even if the Great Cave Master is furious, what can he do at this critical moment? How can a few Foundation Establishment cultivators compare to our Nascent Soul-level combat power?"

The Demon Heart Cave Master said in a low voice: "If we can't even invite the Stone Monster, what's the point of keeping this kind of trash? The only use is to serve as resources to help us improve our cultivation."

"The war is imminent. At the critical moment, it is very likely that this slight difference in cultivation will determine life or death!"

The Poison Scorpion Cave Master laughed again and said, "Haha, that old monster in the stone is a ten-thousand-year-old earth spirit. It likes quietness the most and is the oldest. Inviting it to come out of the mountain is the most difficult task. Second Cave Master, you have used this method to eliminate many rising stars of the sects. I think we can take it slow. After all, without this bunch of cannon fodder, do we have to wait for the fate in the early stage of the war?"

The Blood Shadow Cave Master snorted coldly: "Poison Scorpion, you sound nice. The real reason is that your love poison has reached a bottleneck in your cultivation. You need to spend some time refining it before you can continue to make progress."

"You are worried that if we continue to practice like this, you will be missing out."

The Poison Scorpion Cave Master didn't care when his thoughts were exposed: "Haha, so what if you saw through it?"

"My love poison must be made from the freshest emotions. The terror, fear, shock, and anger before death are the best ingredients for making poison."

"Why don't you two take it easy?"

"The hearts and blood essence of these foundation-building monks are of little help to you two, so they are dispensable."

The Blood Shadow Cave Master snorted coldly: "You and I are both leaders of the Six Cave Sects. It's fine for us to help each other. So, how about the reward?"

The poisonous scorpion cave master swung his scorpion tail and threw out two things.

One is a fist-sized blood-demon stone, and the other is a mechanical carriage.

"A Nascent Soul level Blood Demon Stone. Not bad, not bad." The Blood Shadow Cave Master put away the magic stone, feeling very satisfied.

The Demon Heart Cave Master said unhappily: "Poison Scorpion, you want to get rid of me with just a magic weapon-level mechanical carriage? Do you know that you are provoking me and insulting me?"

The Poison Scorpion Cave Master laughed sweetly, "How dare I, little sister? Brother Moxin, look carefully. This mechanical carriage looks like a magic weapon, but in fact it is a magic weapon. It's just disguised very cleverly."

"Back then, we plotted against the Ning family and seized a large amount of their wealth. We were all wrong, and this mechanical carriage was treated as a magic weapon and given away as a reward."

"One time, I accidentally discovered the mystery of this mechanical carriage, so I designed a plan to harm that disciple and seized this item."

"Brother Moxin, hasn't your son Lin You always been plotting against the Pale Savage Elephant?"

“That’s not good.”

"The new elephant king is very protective of his own people. With a powerful enemy approaching, we must unite the group of white-tusk elephants."

"Lin You is a kid who loves to show off. He just wants a mount to show off his power. With this mechanical carriage and a little modification, he will definitely be satisfied."

The Demon Heart Cave Lord then revealed a smile, took the initiative to reach out and put away the mechanical carriage.

"Well, You'er has indeed been quite noisy these days."

"Scorpion, you have a heart."

The Poison Scorpion Cave Master smiled sweetly: "As long as you are satisfied, second brother!"

The Blood Shadow Cave Master snorted coldly: "Poison Scorpion, you spent little money and accomplished great things. I admire you."

In the midst of the mechanical dragon, Ning Zhuo was so angry that he was shaking all over! He recognized the mechanical carriage, which was exactly what his mother had described to him, the one she had ridden in the past to help with pregnancy.

"Could it be that mother had a miscarriage because of the robbery of this carriage and the long journey?"

"Poisonous scorpion, and devil's heart!"

"Six Cave Sect!"

"I swear, I will take back the mechanical carriage!"

Just when Ning Zhuo made up his mind, the Lord of the Demon Heart Cave suddenly showed a strange look on his face.

This Nascent Soul level demon cultivator said, "No."

"What?" asked the Blood Shadow Cave Master.

The Poison Scorpion Cave Master smiled and said, "If you are not satisfied, I can give you something else."

The Demon Heart Cave Master had a solemn expression on his face and shook his head slowly: "I ate these hearts, but they felt like something foreign, as if they were mixed with something."

Having said that, he immediately cast a spell.

For a moment, demonic energy spread throughout the entire hall, conducting a powerful investigation.

The investigation was fruitless.

The Lord of the Demon Heart Cave then cast another spell.

The demonic energy surged like huge waves, shaking the entire hall.

Inside the dragon head cabin, Sun Lingtong gritted his teeth and was sweating from nervousness.

Outside the cabin, Ning Zhuo's mechanical ring suddenly tightened.

“Not good!”

"Boss, run!!"

Ning Zhuo shouted subconsciously.

Hearing Ning Zhuo's voice, Sun Lingtong was startled. Before his brain could react, his body moved first, and he immediately activated the Wanli Wandering Dragon and rushed out of the hall.

Bang! The next moment, the door of the hall closed with a bang.

The Lord of the Demon Heart Cave laughed loudly, his aura suddenly rose, and he slowly stood up like a giant standing tall.

The red clouds in his eye sockets spun faster and faster, and his invisible vision firmly locked onto Wanli Youlong.

"Hahaha, you little rat are so bold as to spy on my Liudong Sect!"

“All of you, die!!”

The evil heart in his body jumped violently.

In the mechanical dragon game, Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong both vomited blood.

At the critical moment of life and death, the wandering dragon disappears into the void.

The blood light of the Blood Shadow Cave Master followed closely behind, hitting the mechanical dragon's body and quickly dyeing the dragon's body red.

Run, run, run! Sun Lingtong's hair stood on end, and this was the only thought in his mind.

As for Ning Zhuo, his heart nearly exploded and he fell to the ground, fainting.

(End of this chapter)