The ten-foot-wide cave was filled with a faint demonic aura. A three-foot-long green-scaled demon insect was crawling around in its bowels, and Dahei was lying on top of it, feasting on it.

In the surrounding space, there were more than a dozen black-horned demon ants emitting evil spirits, and they also wanted to rush up and take a bite.

But whenever a demon ant got close, it would be beaten up by Dahei.

It doesn't care whether this is its son, grandson, or great-great-grandson, it will beat anyone who dares to snatch it.

Under Shen Lian's cramming training, Dahei's aura has reached the critical point of the middle stage of the first stage. As long as he breaks through, his strength will be comparable to that of a human cultivator at the fourth stage of Qi training.

Of course, the price he paid was that Dahei's body was torn into pieces many times, and he rolled on the ground screaming in pain.

Fortunately, it survived and did not allow its descendants who wanted to inherit its position to succeed.

With a rustling sound, the black-horned demon ant that had just crawled in came close to Dahei. After its antennae touched him twice, light began to flow from Dahei's black crystal-like eyes.

Then, Dahei didn't care about the insect demon's corpse beside him, and crashed directly into the mud. The remaining black-horned demon ants swarmed towards the insect demon's corpse.

In the cave where Shen Lian was practicing, Dahei crawled out from the mud.

As soon as Dahei appeared, Shen Lian woke up from his practice.

Now he began to gradually free this group of black-horned demon ants, and they learned to beat up some low-level demon insects for food.

Dahei crawled closer, his two tentacles shaking.

“Hiss—”

Through the communication of the Beast Taming Contract, Shen Lian understood what Dahei described.

“Well done.”

He took out two spirit stones, pried open Dahei's mouth and stuffed the stones directly into his mouth, then grabbed his head and shook it.

Dahei neighed and swallowed the spirit stone with difficulty.

The master's love is always so direct.

Let it crack.

"Keep investigating and see where they went."

After more than half a year of training, and with Dahei's improved strength, his brain has become much more useful than before, and he can also have a preliminary understanding of Shen Lian's orders.

All the information obtained by other black-horned demon ants needs to be conveyed by Dahei.

Not long after, the big black one who had left crawled back and started hissing.

"Anyone else?"

Dahei reported that another wave of monks appeared near Anwen Mountain.

The first wave was two 'human' ants like him.

The second wave was three.

In Dahei's view, his master Shen Lian is an accomplice who looks different from him.

At this time, it had been exactly ten days since the last earthquake.

Shen Lian was not surprised by the sudden appearance of the cultivator. He had anticipated this ten days ago.

With such a big commotion, the Bishui Sect will definitely take action.

I guess it won’t work if I try to play military strategy like before.

After knocking on Dahei's horn, Shen Lian sent out a divine thought, "Go gather your fellow tribesmen who stayed behind. We are ready to set off."

After giving orders to the black-horned demon ant, he also got up and started to pack up, putting the formation flags and defensive talismans into his storage bag.

It's time to move.

The ant nest was directly abandoned.

The thing that is most abundant in the wilderness is ant nests. Dahei can be a groom ant anytime and anywhere and smear ant nests all over the wilderness.

After cleaning up everything, Shen Lian checked the surroundings again and completely destroyed the cave before leaving.

…

Deep in the jungle.

"Brother Hong, how about taking a break here for a while?"

Marvin looked around vigilantly and tentatively asked the monk next to him.

"The disciples of the Bishui Sect are not supernatural beings. This is already the most remote area of ​​land reclamation. I really don't believe that they are not afraid of death."

At this moment, the two figures, with their mouths and noses wrapped tightly, were lying under the branches of dead leaves, and their suppressed voices were filled with resentment and murderous intent.

Not long ago, a spiritual light shot up into the sky from the Zhanyun Mountain, and a large crack crossed the wilderness and led directly to the Yunmengfang City.

Even more inspiration flowed into the underground of Yunmeng Mountain along the large crack, causing the spiritual energy of Yunmeng City to increase again, reaching the third level in one fell swoop.

Such a magical scene made the casual cultivators in the market extremely surprised.

Many people also realized that the much-publicized second-grade superior spiritual vein of the Bishui Sect and all its moves to build a city for cultivating immortals seemed like an attempt to cover up an obvious joke in the face of the astonishing vision.

What second-level ancient ruins, what building a city, it turns out that the Bishui Sect has been fooling them all along.

Those fellow Taoists who left on the spirit ship...

I am always afraid to think about what happened after it happened. The more I think about it, the more terrified I feel.

At this moment, the Bishui Sect suddenly issued a suppression order.

All cultivators were not allowed to leave the market area. Anyone violating the order would be killed without mercy. Some wandering cultivators were also killed in public.

There were quite a few independent cultivators outside the market at that time. After sensing the danger, they immediately activated their life-saving skills and ran into the wilderness jungle.

But they didn't expect that the disciples of the Bishui Sect would chase them into the wilderness jungle, and they would not stop until they were completely killed.

"If they suppress the market and slaughter the independent cultivators, they won't be afraid of ruining their foundation in Chu and being cursed by the entire cultivation world."

"It seems that a great opportunity must have been discovered in the market, otherwise the Bishui Sect would not have suppressed all the independent cultivators. It must be to prevent the news from leaking out."

Ma Hong looked around vigilantly and spoke in a low voice, "Stop talking. Recover your spiritual power first. I'll keep an eye on the surroundings. Once you've recovered, we'll continue. We have to go deeper to avoid..."

"Where do you want to hide?"

Before Ma Hong could finish his words, a sneer was heard outside the jungle.

Faster than the sneer were the three spells of water, gold and earth that were already falling.

"Oh no, hurry up..."

Ma Hong was shocked and tried to leave by grabbing the people around him.

"Brother Hong, hurry up and leave. I'm going to fight them!"

At the moment of crisis, Ma Hong felt as if he was hit out by a huge force, and a magical wave exploded behind him, sweeping around.

Ma Hong turned around and saw red fire spiritual power exploding from his brother's body. He knocked away the three falling spells and rushed towards one of the disciples of the Bishui Sect.

This life-and-death killing method really scared the three disciples of the Bishui Sect who were chasing him. They were stunned on the spot after the first move.

"Be careful, Junior Brother."

"Junior brother!"

Seeing that the magic weapon was about to hit his head, Chen Luohong's eyes showed fear and he even forgot to resist.

Buzz——

A water-blue light shield appeared in front of him, blocking the falling magic weapon.

The other two Bishui Sect disciples finally reacted and their magic swords flew into the air, cutting the casual cultivator in half.

Click.

The light shield protecting Chen Luohong collapsed, and several pieces of broken jade fell down.

"Damn it, my amulet!"

His not-so-handsome face twisted, and a black flying sword flew out and slashed towards the falling corpse.

Puff, puff, puff…

Even as he chopped the corpses on the ground into bloody mud, the murderous intent on Chen Luohong's face had not yet disappeared.

"Chase him!" Chen Luohong was filled with hatred, "If I don't chop him into bloody mud, my thoughts won't flow."

"Junior brother, this is the edge of the wasteland. The elders have ordered us to return before dark."

"There are countless monsters in the wilderness. If we leave him alone and chase him like a stray dog, he won't survive more than a few days."

Two fellow disciples, Lin Yue and Xie Shanyun, looked at the sky and felt that it was still too risky.

"I'll go talk to my father. Besides, the sect has issued a death order. We can't let a single cultivator go, lest something terrible happen."

"Walk."

Chen Luohong put away his flying sword and was about to chase in the direction where Ma Hong fled.

Boom——

In the void, the miasma was cleared away, and a spirit ship flew through the air and appeared in front of Chen Luohong and the other two.

"It's Elder Chen who's here."

Seeing the spirit ship, Lin Yue and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Black spiritual light accumulated at the bow of the spirit ship and turned into a ball of light several feet in size, illuminating the dark areas of the surrounding jungle.

A black ball of light streaked across the sky, bringing up rain, and fell hundreds of feet away, swallowing up a figure that was fleeing in panic.

Boom! The roar sounded, and all the grass, trees, soil and rocks within a few dozen feet disappeared.

"Come up."

A voice was heard on the spirit ship, and Chen Luohong and the other two flew up and landed on the spirit ship.

Soon, the spirit ship broke through the miasma and disappeared among the mountains.

…

After the roar was completely drowned out by the miasma, Shen Lian's figure finally appeared in a dark corner deep in the jungle.

Looking at the direction where the black water was still dripping, he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Is it necessary to bombard a casual cultivator with artillery?

Is it really that important! Is it really that important! Is it really that important! The Bishui Sect seems to be crazy, even the spirit ships have been dispatched . I can’t afford to offend them.

Slipped, slipped! 　Please read on. I need support for the second round of new book recommendations.

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