When Dao Xu and Wang Jing appeared, their expressions were still as usual, and they were in a sharp contrast with a group of low-level monks who were vomiting.

Mu Anran thought bitterly: What's so good about showing off? He didn't just come out of a latrine!

Just because you can pretend doesn’t mean it didn’t happen!

When a pile of maggots appears, someone always thinks of the exit. This is when the monks leave the Luolingyao Cave one after another.

Without exception, they will have nightmares for a long time.

Yu Lan came to Mu Anran and said goodbye with a livid face.

"What are you going to do?" Mu Anran had some suspicion in his mind.

"I have delayed crossing the Luohe River to the Beast Control Sect for long enough."

Can't delay any longer.

The heroine Yu Lan is a genius in beast control, and she can only learn things in the Beast Control Sect.

Mu Anran gave her the teleportation note, "If you have any questions, please contact me. I think you will only be golden elixir in a century, so don't forget to let me know when the time comes."

Yu Lan neither agreed nor refused, staring at Mu Anran with a complicated expression.

Although she is not very old, she always acts like an elder and speaks with sincerity and sincerity, giving her a sense of solidity that will never harm her.

I hope this is indeed the case.

Yu Lan bid farewell to her.

As more people came out, the towns at the head and tail of the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range were full of complaints.

"I have never seen such a cave where people lose all their money!"

I didn’t get any benefits, and I felt a lot of nausea.

Mu Anran listened to these sounds but didn't care.

Anyway, as long as she caught it.

It can be said that this trip has been fruitful, and the improvement of my cultivation by two or three small stages is the biggest gift.

If she were allowed to practice on her own, it would take at least a hundred years.

Now she has reached the perfection of foundation building, and there is even some spiritual power that has not been completely absorbed by her.

All this depends on Daoxu’s shadow.

It's a pity that this clay shadow belongs to Daoxu after all. She always has a bad reaction in her heart, so she always has some prejudices and has not fully absorbed it.

Of course, there are also reasons why you don’t want to be promoted to Jindan without any preparation.

At this time, she stayed in an inn, and Wu Jing had been pestering Dao Xu to visit the divine wall as early as when she first came out of the cave.

The ones who are with her now are of course her good brother and the Taojun Yan Ying who was brought in later.

The good brother didn't want to care about her, and Mu Anran was happy to be pure.

It seems that no one has recovered yet, and the monks who have not entered the cave are even more gloating about it and talking about it.

There may be people like Mu An Ran Yu Lan who have benefited from it, but they are definitely in the minority, and most people suffer from blood loss.

It was also because of such a special cave that its legend was still spread when Lu Yanling and others came later.

After Mu Anran practiced the foundation-building Dzogchen spell and consolidated his cultivation, he finally had time to do what he wanted to do.

She took out the formation disk with the highest specifications from her storage bag. It is said that this formation disk is not afraid of prying eyes even by the tribulation monks.

Her cheap mother is really nice to her.

She thought that there would be no Mahayana monks in this place, so she stacked a few more formation disks just to be on the safe side, then took out the skin of the Mist Void Beast and disappeared into the room silently.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the night is a bit muggy.

Several months have passed since the majestic trip to the Blood Loss Cave. The weather is very hot and the nights are not necessarily cool.

In that distant corner of Shouyun City, the tempering cliff is extremely hot.

Fang Ling looked at his former house and squatted under the hammer cliff. The hot temperature made him sweat, but he stared at the hammer in a daze.

He spent all the spiritual stones he had saved before.

He originally wanted to hunt monsters, but he heard that a cave appeared in the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountains.

He didn't want to get involved because he was afraid that he would not be able to come out for ten days and a half and miss the clues.

Fang Ling just wants to stay here.

If possible, it would be better to let him live in a familiar house.

The repairmen who were busy coming and going had strange eyes, which made their skin tense and they didn't even raise their heads.

He hates unfamiliar environments, hates standing in crowds of people, and hates being watched.

He just wants to live alone, in a familiar house, and preferably die in a familiar corner.

Gradually, the night gets darker, and the monks are not affected by day and night, but the dense crowds of people on the tempering cliff are all on the mountain.

And he squatted in the corner.

Suddenly, Fang Ling felt a burst of darkness.

He looked up and was startled.

At some point, a jet-black figure with a messy appearance stood in front of him, but he was bent over and stared at him for who knows how long.

Stare...

Fang Ling later discovered that it had no eyes.

However, the feeling of being stared at is so strong.

Fang Ling suddenly thought of something and pulled out the hammer and hit the black figure with all his strength.

"Is it you!"

The attack failed.

The taciturn weapon cultivator's eyes turned red and he kept attacking, "Is that you!"

All attacks failed.

The weapon cultivator's momentum was high and he stared at the black figure.

"Hey, you're not going to blow yourself up, are you?"

Fang Ling turned a deaf ear and his head was filled with one idea.

Is it him! Is it him!

This is what he should look like.

He should be the embodiment of evil!

That’s why we can take him away!

That’s why we can take him away from him!

The jet-black figure raised his hand, very innocently, "Can you calm down and tell me where the real enemy is?"

Fang Ling gasped, "Who are you?"

"Anyway, I'm not your enemy."

The jet-black figure sat on the big stone and stood up again because of the heat. "The time has come. I'm here specifically to do a business with you."

Fang Ling looked at him intently, "What can you tell me?"

The person in front of him had a strange origin and seemed to be just talking nonsense, but Fang Ling refused to misplace one of them.

The jet-black figure shook his head, "What about you, you can call me Bai Xiaosheng, I know everything about the world."

"Why did you come to me? Did you come to see my joke?"

The black figure clicked his tongue, "They say I am no longer your enemy! You have been chasing him for so long, and he has been hiding for so many years. Doesn't it just mean that his cultivation is not as good as yours? Why are he still so stubborn!"

It's his responsibility.

Fang Ling finally became clean.

That's right, his enemy is a little boy who hides his head and shows his tail, and he doesn't dare to do that.

Fang Ling suddenly didn't understand why he thought that.

Maybe it's the disgust that arises spontaneously when I see the figure in front of me.

He gave it a repulsive look and asked, "Where is my enemy?"

"Hey, you're so rude and you don't worry about me having any plans."

Fang Ling squatted down and said, "What do I have a good plan for? I am nothing."

Could it be worse?

The jet-black figure squatted with him, "It's a deal, you have to pay me first."
To be continued...