Qingle bowed deeply to the nine-tailed demon fox, and there was a hint of sadness in his small eyes.

Things hurt their kind...

As the most spiritual branch of the demon clan, the demon fox has cultivated into the Nine-tailed Tribes, and it is truly a magical power.

Go to heaven and earth, move mountains and fill the sea, and do everything.

But even so, will it be killed?

Chen Changan said that his heart was stable. When he saw Qingle was a little depressed, he quickly rubbed her head and said in a casual tone: "Xiao Qingle, work hard to practice. Have you seen that the immortality of the catastrophe should be our goal. In the past, we were dragged down by Lu Ping, the backward element, and always aimed at immortality. We were really unwilling to make progress."

Qing Le glared at him angrily and said, "Speak relaxed..."

"Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb."

The wind underground was very cool, Chen Changan said while looking for an exit.

"It's definitely possible to get out for ventilation here."

They passed the corpses carefully and walked in the opposite direction towards the stone gate. Both sides were ventilated. If as expected, the exit should be here.

Chen Changan wrapped a circle of rags around the bone rod and held a homemade torch. Visibility was limited after all.

Although Qingle could see clearly, after seeing the body of the nine-tailed fox, she became depressed, absent-minded, and did not think about it, but followed Chen Changan.

To his expectations, there was no big exit from the sinking and collapsed underground.

On the contrary, there are many holes, both large and small. The large ones can accommodate a person, while the small ones are only as big as rat holes.

Suddenly, Qing Le, who was behind Chen Changan, trembled all over.

"careful!"

When Chen Changan heard this, he quickly took a step back and saw a head poking out from one of the holes.

This thing looks extremely ugly, with its mouth wide open, its cheeks all appear to be open, its fat on its face slung in the air, and its fangs are rotten. It seems that it is because it is by eating the corpses underground, and it has accumulated some cultivation.

What's even more terrifying is that with the sound of sounds, more than a dozen holes all poked out this ugly head.

This is a nest...

For some reason, Chen Chang'an was inexplicably angry. He tried hard to get rid of this emotion that should not belong to him. He focused on dealing with the beast in front of him. It obviously regarded Chen Chang'an and Qingle as competitors to steal his food.

There are also some of the great demons and cultivators here who have low cultivation levels, which can be seen from their corpses.

No wonder when I came in, some of my flesh and blood were gone, and it turned out that I was gnawed by these things.

"What is this? It's so disgusting." Chen Changan cursed.

"It's a mouse."

Chen Changan waved the torch in his hand and wanted to drive them away, but the mice were not afraid, but instead screamed like a demonstration with bared teeth.

Their screams are so unpleasant, like two rusty iron sheets, constantly rubbing.

Chen Changan waved the torch and accidentally hit one of them in the head, which was not very powerful.

The mouse whispered, and it gradually became smaller and died straight at the entrance of the cave. Its ugly body turned into an ordinary mouse.

"It's worthy of being a spiritual bone!" Qing Le couldn't help but praise after seeing it.

Chen Changan was overjoyed, waved his bone rod and smashed it down one after another.

Every time a mouse was removed, a chill came from the bone rod, and a trace of spiritual energy was transmitted into his body.

"Brother Chang'an, take a closer look at these mice."

"What's the good thing about dead rats?" Chen Changan said, lowering his head and looking at them, these vicious and unafraid of death actually had small collars on their necks.

"It was raised by someone..."

Chen Chang'an's back chills and he sweats all over. These things are so disgusting. The people who raise them don't know what the degeneration is.

Suddenly, a sound came from the largest empty mouth.

With a bang, a huge snake head poked out from the entrance of the cave, which was as big as an adult.

The big snake's mouth was extremely fishy, ​​and it spitted black poisonous letters and rushed towards the two of them.

Chen Changan shouted, holding up the bone rod and jumped up, knocking it down with one stick.

Just when he touched the snake's head, the vicious giant beast gradually dissipated, his body slowly softened, and he could no longer hold on to the snake's head.

Chen Changan only felt that the vast death energy turned into spiritual power and spread into his body through the bone rod.

Qingle lowered his head, looked at the snake's head at his feet, and murmured: "This big snake also has a collar."

When the last light in the snake's eyes disappeared, since there was a little joy of relief, Chen Changan once suspected that he had read it wrong and had an hallucination.

"There are endless monsters. Fortunately, I took this bone stick, otherwise I would have broken it here."

Until now, he has also discovered his own differences, not only different from monsters, but also from most monks.

The spiritual energy and true energy you produce can only heal the wounds; the blood flows down to make the earth rejuvenate and flowers bloom; every time I advance, there are strange phenomena in the world, surrounded by birds and beasts...

This bone stick that can't be moved even if you can't move, can be easily held in your hand and waved it.

Chen Changan thought about it and couldn't figure out why, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

The situation is now very obvious that these snakes and rats are driven by people.

However, Chen Changan was not afraid, and even felt a little excited and expectant. The big snake gave him a lot of spiritual power. If he kept doing this, he could keep playing the game of playing gopher.

Now I am afraid that those who raise these snakes and rats will suddenly appear.

In such a ghost place, it is probably not a good person.

"These holes can't be drilled anymore, they're too dirty." Qing Le shook his head and said.

Chen Changan also felt deeply the same. He looked at the caves again and suddenly felt familiar.

"Does these caves look like those dead bodies in Zhu Village?"

After listening to it, Qingle looked carefully and found out.

"Is there anyone who practices ghost realm?"

Chen Changan suddenly realized that these nine-petal lotus flowers and these snakes and rats would all be placed altars.

This person's ambition and methods are much better than Xuan Mo. Tens of thousands of mortals were buried in the Wuyue Palace, all with the power of Huangquan Well.

On this ancient battlefield, all the cultivators and monsters... should be so amazing.

Chen Changan immediately thought that he could absorb the dead energy.

If this altar is picked by myself...

When he thought of this, his heart thumped. Such a big move, he didn't know how advanced he could be.

"Brother Chang'an, come up with an idea, how can we go out?"

Chen Changan shook his head and thought to himself that he wanted to save Xuan Wei. This kind of low-skilled person would definitely not work.

The broken leg in Taixu Palace, Ziyunxuan chased and killed, bald donkey attacked, ghost path plotted...

The hatred and the anger that aroused from the connection were circling in Chen Chang'an's heart. After so much distress, could they wait until they die before taking revenge?

If I can’t avenge my grudges, what’s the use of my life? The only chance is this time, so I have to try whatever I say.
Chapter completed!