The first question finally got an answer that cannot be considered as an answer. Xing Lian thought about it for a little while, and there was no need to ask the second question.

She really couldn't tell how many levels the old man's mysterious spiritual power had reached, but after roughly estimating, it might be the same as the cheap father of her Qiao Mansion. If a seventh-level master could not shake the chapel guard, it can be seen that there were indeed many masters in the Blood Flame Palace.

A mere evil sect actually gathered so many masters, just like what she had thought before, unless there were many alchemists among them.

Alchemists also have an important ability.

They can make excellent elixirs to improve a person's cultivation, so that people in the early stage of Xuanling power can improve their abilities in the shortest time. After reaching a certain level, they can use tonics to strengthen the meridians to practice. With this plug-in, everyone in them is afraid that no one can be lower than the fifth level.

Ning Zui looked at her silent appearance and looked down at his arm.

Three years ago, he accidentally stepped into the Blood Flame Palace and met the chapel guard in the dense forest. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough and escaped in time, then the hand would probably have disappeared.

But even so, the injured area still hurts faintly for three years. During the rainy season, the pain is no less than the feeling when I was injured.

The thing that cut his arms was not an ordinary sword, but... a weapon.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have been so persistent in refining weapons, and he would have wanted to get such a treasure in his life.

"Do you know where the ferocious beasts sleep?" Putting aside the second question, Xing Lian raised his head again.

"Feither beast?" Ning Zui frowned. He had indeed heard of this legendary monster, but it was rumored that this was just a worship of the Blood Flame Palace as a god. Does it really exist in this world?

"Don't you know?" Xing Lian couldn't figure it out, and even Qiao Ningxi's mouth was filled with a few words. How could this old man know nothing about it?

Ning Zui shook his head, "The ferocious beast you are talking about is probably an ancient lost divine beast, Xuantian beast, that the people of Xueyan Palace have worshipped for a hundred years."

"It must be him." Xing Lian affirmed that Shuang Chi had mentioned about the lost divine beast, then, the Xuantian Beast must be the demon lord beast she was looking for. "It is said that the Xuantian Beast is about to awaken, and I must arrive at the Blood Flame Palace before he awakens."

"Awakening?" Ning Zui murmured, and his eyes suddenly opened wide the next moment, "You mean, the divine beast is not dead, but just sleeps, and even is about to wake up?"

"Yes, the sleeping of the ancient divine beast is not a legend, but a real existence. I think, old man, you should have heard of the extinction of the divine beasts. I want to tell you..." Xing Lian waved his hand gently, and the snake's head, which had been snow-white and almost transparent in his sleeve, came out. "The ice python is the son of the divine beast left in ancient times, the last divine beast that survived after the war."

The battle between ancient divine beasts collapsed half of the sky. At that time, only an ice python egg that had been nurtured for thousands of years was left behind. Unexpectedly, after the divine beasts were extinct, the egg miraculously survived and even hatched, leaving behind the last divine beast species in ten thousand years.

Ning Zui stared at the white snake that was emerging from her cuff in disbelief, so shocked that she couldn't speak.

When he saw the snake suddenly appear in the evening, he was thinking that this creature full of strong spiritual energy was definitely not simple. Unexpectedly, it would be a divine beast.

"The problem now is that I am afraid that the ice python is not the last species of divine beasts, there is a second in this world."
Chapter completed!