Qin Changan seemed to feel the eyes behind him, and slowly turned his head, just in time to meet Qiu Long's eyes, with a drop of white liquid dripping down from the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth, the corners of Qiu Long's eyes twitched slightly, and he unconsciously took a few steps back.
Pervert, this guy must be a pervert.
"We don't have much time. We must restore our combat effectiveness as soon as possible and find the place where the ruins are opened."
Qin Changan stood up from the stream. I don't know if he was pretending too much or what happened. The milky white water in the stream was no longer as big as before, but shrunk a bit.
"This is your lair? What kind of liquid is this? Since it contains the purest spiritual power, if you can practice here for a long time, you will get twice the result with half the effort."
This was also the reason why he didn't attack those stalactites, but he also had some doubts about Qiu Long's talent. Such rich spiritual power was still at the peak of the Spiritual Hero Realm.
This guy's talent is probably useless even among the Dragon Clan.
"What kind of lair is this? The situation was critical at that time. I took you running wildly without even having time to judge the direction. Did you see the exploding scales on my body? It's all thanks to you."
"Do you think there is something wrong with your brain? Why do you insist on competing with that bastard bird?"
Speaking of this, Qiu Long was full of resentment. If this guy hadn't been crazy, they wouldn't have to hide in this dark underground place now.
He wouldn't have been so seriously injured. It was a lord-level monster. Even if the old dragon was still there, it would have to exist respectfully. This kid was better, blowing his nose and staring more vigorously.
"Not your lair?"
Qin Changan raised his eyebrows slightly, then turned around and focused his gaze on the stalactites above. There were a total of more than a dozen stalactites in the entire cave.
The longest one is nearly two meters long, with liquid dripping onto the ground below, and a faint spiritual light blooming on each stalactite.
"The stream in that river should be able to recover from your injuries in a short time. Go in and take a dip. It will help you recover as soon as possible and we can get out early."
After leaving a sentence, Qin Changan didn't care about Qiu Long's disgusted gaze, and walked straight towards the stalactites, rubbed his hands and began to think about how to remove these good things.
The horned dragon did not approach the milky white stream. Instead, it started to use its own skills to repair the injuries in its body. It could feel the rich spiritual power around it. In addition to happiness, there was also a hint of curiosity in its eyes.
Is what this guy said true?
It shook its head, still not believing how it was possible to have such incredible luck, and broke into a cave by the way, where there was a treasure waiting for them.
However, a quarter of an hour later, it still opened its eyes and looked at the milky-white stream in front of it. With eyes swaying, it came to the stream and stretched out a paw to touch the water.
Buzz!
The next moment, its eyes widened suddenly, full of excitement. Without thinking, it jumped directly into the creek with a thud. The huge dragon body was too huge to fit inside.
But it didn't care at all. After rolling twice, it felt unsatisfied and even opened its mouth to drink water from the stream.
It smells so fragrant that it can even feel its own realm loosening a bit.
After taking a look at the horned dragon that was silent in the stream, Qin Changan pulled out his long snow-white sword. The light of the sword flashed past, and stalactites were cut off one after another.
Before these stalactites could fall to the ground, bursts of bright light flashed from the ring in his hand, swallowing them up in an instant, as if they had never appeared before.
More than a dozen huge stalactites were completely included in his ring in less than a quarter of an hour.
After doing all this, he walked towards the depths of the cave. Unlike the abundant spiritual energy outside, the deeper he went, the spiritual energy became thinner and the light gradually dimmed.
Qin Changan looked back at the horned dragon who was still swallowing the stream to restore his spiritual power. He frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and walked cautiously towards the depths.
Spiritual power wrapped around him, and his consciousness tightened, raising his vigilance to prevent any unexpected situations that might occur.
The ground was dark and damp, as if he were stepping on a water bed. The only sound in the entire cave was the sound of his footsteps, as he walked forward for about eighty meters.
The dark cave in front of him suddenly lit up with a gleam of light again. His eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly walked out of the cave in three steps at a time.
After being in a dark environment for a long time, he suddenly felt the white light, and his eyes still couldn't accept it, so he instinctively raised his hand to block it in front of his eyes.
After he got used to the intensity of the light, he moved his hand away, but the next moment, his pupils dilated and his eyes widened.
Tree, a huge old tree appeared in front of him. It was green and lush. At a glance, the top of the tree was shockingly invisible. Countless dense branches and roots almost filled the space in front of him.
There are countless rattan-like things hanging down from the branches, hanging everywhere as far as the eye can see.
A tree trunk as thick as Optimus Prime came into his eyes, but after taking a closer look, surprise flashed across his face, and his body took a few steps back uncontrollably.
Ghost Face, there is a ferocious ghost face on the tree trunk. The ghost face is eerie and scary, like an evil ghost appearing in the world. Under the cover of countless vines, it seems like a real evil ghost is staring at him.
He was so frightened that he took a few steps back.
But after confirming that the grimace was just the twisted bark of the tree stump, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"The Great Disaster Tree? Why is there such a strange tree here?"
Taoist Tianhuo's shocked voice sounded in Qin Changan's mind again. Looking at the grimace in the distance, if he had a physical form, his eyes would have widened now.
"Do you know Master? That's easy to talk about."
When Qin Changan heard Taoist Tianhuo's voice, the expression on his face was instantly relieved. He didn't know how deep the ground was, and such a strange tree suddenly appeared, which made him a little panicked.
"It's easy to say? It's easy to say. Do you know what kind of tree this tree is? This is a ghost tree. It does not grow by absorbing soil nutrients or spiritual power, but by Yin Qi, resentment and corpse Qi. Everything it grows
The place where it grew must be a mass grave. For this tree to grow to such an extent, just think about how much Yin energy it had to absorb."
"To be able to supply such a huge amount of Yin Qi, how many human or demon corpses must be underneath this cave?"
"Furthermore, the Great Disaster Tree is entangled with the aura of disaster, and mortals will die if it touches it. Even those with advanced cultivation, once entangled by the aura of disaster, will be unlucky for three days at best, or die suddenly in severe cases."