Qin Muyan narrowed his eyes, stretched out his pretty fingers and pressed against the forehead of the purple-haired little beast, watching it coldly as it made a fuss and waved its claws, but it couldn't reach anything, and then it screamed in anxiety.

"Huh? You knew?" After being pointed out by Qin Muyan, Yang Lan'er did not feel suffocated or defensive, but just sighed again.

Yang Lan'er was already used to Qin Muyan's extensive knowledge. There was nothing to be surprised about. She also believed what he said and would not hurt her...

"The Black Ink Blade is just a low-level magic weapon. It is very powerful in the world of cultivation, but in the world of demons, haha..." Qin Muyan smiled with an unclear meaning: "How can it cause such a powerful restriction? I didn't quite understand it at first, but now that I see this, I know that it has nothing to do with the Black Ink Blade."

Yang Lan'er stroked the little beast and calmed its irritable mood caused by Qin Muyan's contempt: "Originally I was not sure if it was a little beast, but now that you say so, it is certain. So, what? Does the little beast need the corpse of the ancient beast?"

Since demon cultivators can devour their cultivation, Yang Lan'er naturally has to consider the little beast. What about the demon king? Haven't we negotiated terms yet?

Qin Muyan snapped his fingers, and the little beast whined and held its head in Yang Lan'er's arms without moving. It was worried because it couldn't win!

"Lingyun Zishou, no need." Qin Muyan said confidently: "The ancient divine beasts are close to the primordial bloodline, so many monsters are now divine beasts. When monster cultivators devour them, they look at their cultivation level and the purity of their bloodline."

"The bloodline of this Lingyun Purple Sable is very pure. Unless the corpse of the mythical beast below is the Lingyun Purple Sable, it is better not to touch it, lest the bloodline be damaged."

Qin Muyan's words were a satire on the person next to Hao Xinqing. Swallowing could inherit a certain amount of blood endurance. The bloodline of the blue-eyed fox dog was very mixed. No matter what breed the beast below was, its bloodline was much more advanced than his, so there would only be benefits after eating it.

After figuring this out, Yang Lan'er's mouth twitched. She understood what Qin Muyan meant, that unless she met a beast with a higher-level bloodline than the little beast, she should not devour it.

But the question is, what level is the bloodline of the little beast? Can ordinary ancient beasts not compare to it?

"Humbug." The little beast seemed to agree with this statement and was also complaining about Qin Muyan's attack. It rubbed Yang Lan'er's chest with an unhappy look on its face and completely ignored the murderous look that a certain man suddenly gave it.

Seeing that the beast's heart was so strong that it ignored him, Qin Muyan suddenly smiled, stretched out his hand and grabbed the beast's soft neck and lifted it up: "You want me to take it with you? Do you know its ability?"

Yang Lan'er watched the little beast struggling with concern, fearing that it would fall to the ground: "I only know that it seems to be able to devour some formations and restrictions."

"Well, that's its instinct. Lingyun Purple Sable will comprehend the law of space in the future. Its talent is that it can ignore formations and restrictions, and it can also devour high-level formations and restrictions to advance." Qin Muyan's mouth curled up, and he was in a good mood: "It seems that it is still very weak now. I will take it to find a formation. The ancient formation is definitely a great supplement for it."

Yang Lan'er was stunned. It was actually the law of space? Although it wasn't there yet, the more law restrictions it swallowed, the better. In the future, the faster and more powerful its understanding of the law of space would be. It was simply a cheat, wasn't it? When others practiced, they had to find various opportunities and various entangled perceptions to have a certain chance of understanding the law, but the little beast only needed to swallow more. Isn't this simple enough? At least there were traces to follow! Of course, the law was a key to immortals' becoming gods. If it weren't for the experience left by the ancestors, Yang Lan'er would definitely not know it.

Therefore, it is still a long way to go to talk about the rules now, so it is better to stay calm. It is always right to lay a solid foundation now.

Upon hearing Qin Muyan's words, the little beast paused, as if it instinctively sensed the benefits to itself.

"Chirp!" The little beast called out to Yang Lan'er twice, as if to express its intention to leave.

Yang Lan'er's mouth twitched again. She was a little confused about the fact that her brain waves were connected with the little beast, but she actually understood what it meant: "Go!"

What kind of animal sense does this little beast have? Didn't it just have some conflicts with Qin Muyan? Are they disgusted with each other? How come it is so confident to follow him in the blink of an eye! Qin Muyan smiled seductively, stuffed the little beast into his sleeve, turned around and said to Hongyi: "Hongyi, with this one here, we will find the formation soon. You should go back for the time being and don't show your true colors."

At this time, the little beast poked its head out from Qin Muyan's wide sleeves, but was fiercely pressed back by Qin Muyan: "Lan'er, go back to the city and wait for me. If I find the magic circle, it will take me a long time to record it."

Yang Lan'er stood up and watched with amusement as the beast poked its head out again, and then was pushed back by Qin Muyan. These two were playing very childishly! "Okay, I'll go back to the city and wait for you." Yang Lan'er nodded. She really couldn't do much here.

Finally, Qin Muyan took the little beast to be a handsome groundhog again. Before Yang Lan'er returned to the city, he received a message from Qin Muyan, saying that he seemed to have touched the magic circle and he had to go into seclusion to engrave it.

Nodding, Yang Lan'er was not going to disturb him. It would definitely not be easy to complete the engraving of the ancient magic circle. The battle might have already started for a long time.

Why not negotiate a deal with the Demon King in advance to prevent this war?

Haha, Yang Lan'er would never dare to do such a thing.

The demon cultivators would attack each other every hundred years, and each time both sides would suffer heavy losses, with countless cultivators dying. However, both sides would also train their troops. The demon cultivators were warlike, and many beasts could grow and advance in the battles. Although cultivators could not compare to the demons in terms of talent, the combat experience they could gain would be a lifelong benefit.

The life of a cultivator is also full of dangers. Even if one practices at home every day and is unwilling to face the various risks of the outside world, he will still find a powerful inner demon, and then go astray and explode to death.

Therefore, this kind of war cannot be prevented in advance and everyone will be safe.

It is even possible that the lack of this experience will cause irreparable cracks in the future path of cultivation.

If you are really that afraid of death, it would be better not to show up here in the first place.

The demon cultivators are only interested in the demon city. Even if the city cannot be defended and is directly breached, it will at most affect the nearby cities and they will not plunder the central city wantonly.

Therefore, if you are afraid of death, there is basically no problem in hiding in a safe city early.

Seeing this monthly ticket, my heart sank. I guess I won't be able to make it this month. Okay, okay, I'll try my best to update a little bit, and update a chapter after I finish coding, just to ask for the monthly ticket! Oh...╮(╯▽╰)╭, [clench fist]