Volume 1 The First Hearing of the Immortal Dao Chapter 71 Successful Escape

A black shadow swept rapidly in the mine, like a dark night ghost, and he suddenly turned over to look at the demon devouring blood bat that followed like a small tail, and sighed slightly in his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The fingers of his right hand loosened slightly, and a "hum" sounded the loosening of the bowstring, and a fiery red light arrow "swished", detached from the sunset bow, and shot towards the red dragon behind him.

Bang!

The light arrow exploded in response, and a few wisps of red floc fell from the red dragon, and then screamed again, chasing after the black shadow, looking at its fierce and vicious momentum, it looked like it would not stop if it did not swallow up the black shadow.

The black shadow glanced at the red dragon that was flying towards him again, a trace of helplessness flashed on his face, and between the two fingers of his right hand pulled and loosened, a fiery red light arrow shot out again.

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Ye Ling lay on the ground of the cave like a prostration, his chest was floating violently, he was panting heavily, and a drop of sweat the size of a bean ran down his forehead, passed through his cheeks, and merged into streams of sweat, wetting the clothes around his neck.

Luckily, except for the large number of demon devouring blood bats that followed him into the mine, there were no other demon beasts chasing him.

The Demon Devouring Blood Bat originally likes to live in a dark and humid cave, coupled with the stimulation of mosquito sac blood beads, entering the mine at this time is undoubtedly like a fish in water.

Although he finally spent a lot of energy to kill all the demon devouring blood bats behind him, the successive large consumption of mana in his body still made him feel unbearable.

Qingshuang walked up to Ye Ling, arched his head with his head, and then bent his limbs slightly, lying quietly beside Ye Ling.

Ye Ling touched the supple hair on its head, smiled faintly, pressed his hands to the ground, and sat up.

He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, took out a low-grade spirit stone from the storage bag and held it in his hand, his feet were coiled, his eyes were closed, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he breathed in and out, suction the spiritual power into his body, replenishing mana, and nourishing his body.

Qingshuang's eyes fell on Ye Ling, and she didn't seem to want to leave for a moment.

Two hours later, a crisp "click" sounded, and the spirit stone in Ye Ling's hand shattered in response.

"Whew..." Ye Ling slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, his eyes suddenly opened, and a faint essence flashed in his dark eyes.

Qingshuang's ears moved slightly, as if he had discovered that Ye Ling had stopped cultivating, a low howl came out of its mouth, and his limbs moved, and he ran over quickly.

Ye Ling glanced at the several waste spirit stones that had been thrown on the ground, and then threw the broken spirit stones in half in his hand there, then smiled at Qingshuang, and then stood up.

He brushed the soft hair on Qingshuang's back, and asked tentatively: "I'm afraid I can't go back to the mine for a short time now, Qingshuang, you can come in here, there should be other entrances that can lead here, right?" ā€

In fact, at this time, Ye Ling didn't know whether Qingshuang could understand his words, he just wanted to give it a try, after all, he was trapped here now, and Qingshuang obviously knew more about the situation here than him, so at this time, he was just planning to be a dead horse and a live horse doctor, and as for whether he could really ask something, he didn't have a score in his heart.

Qingshuang blinked with both eyes, then bit the corner of his clothes and tugged at it, howled again, and walked quickly in one direction.

Ye Ling watched its movements, a smile appeared on his face, although Qingshuang had not yet fully opened his spiritual intelligence, he seemed to be able to basically understand what he meant, which naturally avoided the trouble caused by not being able to communicate in the future.

This was undoubtedly a surprise for him.

"Are you curious, why Qingshuang, who is still at the seventh level of Qi refining and has not yet opened his spiritual wisdom, can actually understand the meaning of your words?" The silkworm squirmed out of Qingshuang's ears and said mysteriously.

Ye Ling glanced at the silkworm, frowned slightly, and said in a flat tone: "It should be that I and it both have the same wolf bloodline." ā€

That being said, that's not really the reason. The reason for this is because there is a trace of extraordinary blood in its body. Think about it, if it was just an ordinary demon beast, how could I trust you in the first place? The silkworm looked up at Ye Ling, looking unfathomable.

Frost slowed down sharply, turned its head slightly, let out a low howl, and then walked slowly forward.

Obviously, at this time, it was also very curious about what the "extremely extraordinary bloodline" that the silkworm was talking about, so it deliberately slowed down and prepared to listen to it.

Ye Ling was stunned, and a wisp of divine consciousness quickly poked out from the center of his eyebrows, and probed towards Qingshuang's body, but he didn't gain anything.

He frowned, a hint of surprise on his face, "Blood? What bloodline? ā€

"As for this, I'll sell it first. If Qingshuang really has that anti-heaven chance and can perfectly stimulate it, you will naturally know, but if you don't have this blessing, it is useless to say more. The silkworm laughed twice, swung her body, and then ignored Ye Ling's curious face and burrowed into Qingshuang's ears again.

Ye Ling smiled bitterly helplessly, then shook his head again, shook off those complicated thoughts, and silently followed Qingshuang in a sheep's intestine-like tunnel.

The sheep intestine cave tunnel is dim and damp, about two meters high, only one person is allowed to pass, the two sides of the tunnel are uneven, the sharp stones on the ground are uneven, a drop of water droplets falls from the top, drips in the water on the ground, and makes a burst of "tick-tock" sound.

Suddenly, a low and tactful sound came from outside the tunnel, and when they got closer, the empty sound turned into a "bang-la-la" water sound, which clearly reached Ye Ling's ears.

Ye Ling's ears moved slightly, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a smile, and his pace couldn't help but speed up a little.

He looked at the waterfall like a crystal curtain in front of him, his mouth let out a long sigh of relief, patted Qingshuang's head, and said, "I'll go out now to see the situation outside, you stay here first, and I'll be back in a while." ā€

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked directly through the waterfall.

Ye Ling raised his head, glanced at the Broken Cliff next to him, glanced around to the side again, identified the direction, and flew straight towards the mining area not far away.

Large swaths of the ground were soaked in blood, adding a touch of red to the verdant valley, as well as a bit of desolation. The smell of blood filled the entire Jimo mining area as if it were substance, and under the exposure of the sun, it began to turn into a foul smell.

In the valley, the trees fell to the ground, a few of them were uprooted, most of them were broken at the waist, and few of them were safe and sound, like old people who had fallen, lying helplessly on the ground, and unable to stand up.

It's hard to imagine that a few hours ago, it was a green onion cage upwards, but now it has become a mess.

Ye Ling stood on top of a thick branch, watching from a distance as several vultures were gnawing on the minced meat that had been spilled on the ground, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his heart.

He took a deep breath and shifted his position to look at the mine from afar.

But what he didn't expect was that in the entire mining area, except for the occasional "quack" sound from the vultures, there was no sound at all, and it was terrifyingly quiet!

"Hey, where did those monsters go? Is it already gone? Ye Ling slowly approached the mining area and gradually found a clue.

When he got closer, he gradually found that many corpses were lying on the ground with blurred flesh and blood, but what made him strange was that although many of the corpses of the Terran monks were missing arms and legs, judging from the wounds, they should have been torn by demon beasts, but this was at least complete.

And like those demon beast corpses, it was much more miserable, they seemed to have their entire bodies exploded from the middle, and large pieces of flesh foam were sprinkled on the ground, and only bones were left if they could be preserved.

Ye Ling sighed slightly, casually took off the storage bag on the waist of the dead disciple next to him, and shot out another fireball to incinerate his body, muttering to himself: "It's really ruthless Immortal Dao." ā€

At this time, he naturally didn't dare to stay here too much, after all, he didn't know if there would be a powerful demon beast coming back, in case he fell into the siege again, whether he would be able to successfully escape again, I'm afraid only God knows.

So he just walked around the mine for a cursory walk, and then quickly walked away.