According to the map of "Raiders", Zhang Ning came to another rocky road not far from the beehive, which was cold and dry before, and there were water droplets dripping from time to time. Zhang Ning continued to walk into the deepest part, and at the end of the corridor was a golden enchantment formed by a top-level talisman, and a silver prison door more than ten meters high stood within it.

Zhang Ning approached cautiously, and suddenly, a snow-white mink the size of a kitten appeared inside the bars of the cell door.

It opened its round, large, black eyes and looked up at Zhang Ning sadly, making people feel that if they didn't carry it out immediately, they would endure the torture of conscience for the rest of their lives.

Zhang Ning was a little hesitant, because in "Raiders", the mark here is "extremely dangerous", and he came here because of the habit of playing games and touching the map......

The snowball-like mink saw Zhang Ning's hesitant expression, his eyes were clearer and deeper, and even starlight flickered.

There was a "pop", and a loud sound like the sole of a shoe slapping on the back of his head sounded in Zhang Ning's ears.

He came back to his senses in an instant, remembering the relevant information about the Divine Tomb Sect.

A gust of wind blew flat on the ground, like a half-pound small animal that instantly expanded hundreds of times and caused the air flow to squeeze.

The demonic aura full of cumin flavor suddenly spread.

Zhang Ning looked at the huge shadow of the white flower in the silver fence, and his heart palpitated.

"Stinky boy, come over a little more," the giant beast divine consciousness inside the fence sounded.

Zhang Ning didn't move.

"Phew!" "Hiss......" Giant claws with mottled white fur of different shades struck Zhang Ning from the crack in the fence, but they were blocked back by the barrier.

"I really want to bite you to death, but unfortunately this door can't be opened, this hateful seal. "Behemoths no longer disguise, no longer disguise their ferocity.

"Are you...... Gather armpit martens!The demon beast raised by Yang Mad!" Zhang Ning blurted out.

When the Divine Tomb Sect dominated the southwest border of Zhonglu, the most feared cultivator was not Yang Mad but the "Divine Marten" in his mouth, which was not an ordinary demon beast, but the Divine Tomb Sect hunted nine hundred and eighty-one spirit beasts in Beichuan, Xue Bing Mink, took the fur under its armpits, and summoned the demon beast with the secret method of the Divine Tomb Sect.

The armpit mink demon power is profound, which is equivalent to the cultivation of the late Yuan Infant, and often transforms into a spirit beast snow ice mink, which is quite confusing. After collecting armpit marten and using its divine sense to confuse the monk, it will reveal its ferocity, absorb its spiritual power, and devour its flesh.

Zhang Ning has no way to subdue this evil beast now, since star fruit still has such a sharp killer weapon, he has to hurry up!