Looking at the black cliff in front of him, Lin Xuan took a breath. He learned from the memory of the Huolingmen disciple that this cliff was extremely dangerous.
However, where the danger came from, whether it was a monster or something else, was missing from the information. The guy had only heard about it from the elders in the sect, and he didn't know the specific situation.
This made Lin Xuan a little annoyed, and he silently observed the cliff. However, on the surface, nothing was wrong. Except that the color of the stone was as dark as ink, there seemed to be no danger hidden.
However, Lin Xuan would not think that the information was wrong. Even if the disciple did not mention danger in his memory, he would still be careful, because these places where the heaven and earth spiritual grass grows are usually guarded by monsters.
The road to cultivating immortality is thorny at every step. In addition to one's own cultivation, it also requires the cultivator to be bold and careful. Over the past tens of thousands of years, countless cultivators have fallen due to carelessness, and Lin Xuan is not willing to be one of them.
There is nothing wrong with the cliff. Below it is a path overgrown with weeds, winding its way to the front. Lin Xuan's face showed a trace of solemnity, and wherever his thoughts moved, a layer of light blue halo shrouded it.
On his body, Lin Xuan opened the spiritual shield. At this time, it was not the time to save mana.
Then, he took out two talismans from his arms and held them tightly in his left and right hands, ready to deal with sudden dangers at any time.
After doing all this, Lin Xuan carefully walked forward along the path. Lin Xuan walked very slowly and expanded his consciousness to the surrounding areas as much as possible, so that he could detect danger early.
Half an hour later, Lin Xuan stopped and remained silent. On the road ahead, a wide river suddenly appeared. The water was fast and strangely churning as if it was boiling.
And above the river, a large amount of blood-red mist filled the air.
Several flying birds flew by and crashed into the blood-red mist. The sound of mourning reached their ears. After a while, the bird bones fell from the sky, and their flesh and blood had been sucked dry.
"Blood Monster!"
A term came to Lin Xuan's mind. He had seen the introduction of this beast in "The Record of Cultivation and Strange Stories":
The blood monster is a first-level monster that likes to eat the flesh and blood of living creatures. It can turn its body into mist. It is one of the most difficult first-level monsters.
If possible, Lin Xuan would not want to fight with this beast, but what he saw below made Lin Xuan's face become more and more gloomy.
Plop...
A small fish jumped out of the water. Although it was far away, Lin Xuan could clearly see it with his spiritual consciousness. It was a small silver fish, about a finger long and wide. At first glance, it looked no different from an ordinary fish.
However, if you look closely, you can see that its eyes protrude outward, glowing with blood red luster, and its teeth are also particularly sharp.
Silver swordfish!
Lin Xuan took a breath. Although this creature was not of a high level, a first-level low-grade monster, it liked to live in groups. There were at least tens of thousands of silver swordfish in a nest, and it had a ferocious temperament and was not afraid of death.
Speaking of myself, even a monk in the foundation building stage would have no choice but to run away when encountering them.
Standing by the river, Lin Xuan was silent. The road ahead was blocked. No matter whether he crossed the river or flew over with his weapon, he would encounter a strong enemy.
Fortunately, silver swordfish cannot come ashore, and blood monsters are known for their laziness. As long as they don't move forward, there is no need to worry about being actively attacked.
After hesitating for a while, Lin Xuan's expression suddenly changed. He felt a few auras approaching here quickly. Could it be a monk from the Huoling Sect?
It was still too late to retreat now, but no matter what, Lin Xuan would not give up the opportunity to build a foundation. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he had no choice but to give this method a try.
He reached into his arms and took out a small black flag. The flag was only the size of a palm. However, as soon as he took it out, it exuded a strong Yin energy, full of resentment, which made people's hair stand on end.
"Hundred Souls Banner!"
This thing is a trophy that Lin Xuan got from Ye Tian. It is a magic weapon of the soul. Although it has not yet been completed, it still has great power.
The spiritual power in Lin Xuan's body was running, and he gently waved the Hundred Souls Flag. In an instant, the ferocity became strong, and the sound of ghost cries could be faintly heard from all around. The wind was miserable, and countless black ghost mist surged out from the Hundred Souls Flag, churning and covering Lin Xuan.
Xuan's body was wrapped in layers.
In the ghost mist, Lin Xuan looked solemn and muttered something in his mouth, running his spiritual power according to the magic cultivation method written in it, and continued to inject it into the Hundred Soul Banner.
The cries of ghosts became more and more shrill, and several disheveled ghosts ran out from inside, with fingers like hooks and blood-red eyes, howling incessantly.
They were the souls sealed into the Hundred Soul Banner. Lin Xuan commanded them to surround him, and then he carefully controlled the spiritual weapon and flew into the blood mist in the air above the river.
Coincidentally, another eagle passed through here. The blood mist rolled and condensed into countless red threads, which pierced the eagle's body and sucked out its flesh and blood in a short time, leaving only the bones falling from the sky.
, however, Xue Mist did not react at all to Lin Xuan who broke into him at the same time.
It seemed that his bet was right, and Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. According to the records of "Cultivation Strange News", although the blood monster is the most difficult first-level monster, it also has weaknesses.
It has no eyes, but its sense of smell is very sensitive. Once it finds prey entering the blood mist transformed by its body, it will attack immediately.
But the blood monster only eats living things and is not interested in lost corpses. Based on this, Lin Xuan thought of using the Hundred Soul Banner to hide the mystery.
Use underworld things such as ghost mist and ghosts to cover up the vitality emanating from oneself, deceiving the eyeless blood monster into thinking that it is not a living person, but a ghostly thing.
Although if he really takes action, he should be able to defeat this monster with the many magic weapons on his body, but in this dangerous stream, it is always beneficial and harmless to save some magic power as much as possible, not to mention that through his spiritual consciousness, Lin Xuan has already
It feels like someone else is coming here, so it's even more inappropriate to stay for a long time.