He Liang suddenly turned his head with a sigh and threw himself into the black cauldron, holding the silver spoon in his right hand and stirring constantly.

The fragrance became more and more intense, and Wu Chen was even more articulate, and he couldn't hold it back.

Wu Chen suddenly sensed a fluctuation of force, which was not his own, and turned his mind to look at He Liang on the side.

Sure enough, He Liang let out a small stream of reddish force and extinguished the fire under the black cauldron, perhaps because he had long been accustomed to the surprise of others about his martial arts identity, and he was not surprised by Wu Chen's eyes.

He Liang's calmness made Wu Chen a little crying and laughing for a while, and he secretly thought in his heart that he shouldn't think it was normal to see Wu Xiu? Why did he become the same as most of the monks in the Xuanwu Continent now, seeing Wu Xiu was like seeing some rare alien species.

He Liang's hands suddenly conjured out of thin air two large black glaze bowls that were almost the size of his head, and handed one to Wu Chen heartily.

Wu Chen couldn't help but be surprised, and he was a little curious about He Liang, who looked like an ordinary Heavenly Dao Mansion cultivator.

Just now, Wu Chen's divine sense clearly captured a faint spatial fluctuation, and this fluctuation came from He Liang's left hand, or more accurately, from a dark silver ring full of lines on the middle of his left hand.

So Wu Chen couldn't help but glance at the other party again, originally the meat of the middle third and fifth order of the Xuan Beast was boiling in the black pot, which made Wu Chen feel that the other party was not simple, and now that he had a mustard seed ring, it seemed that the identity of the other party was not simple.

Wu Chen didn't understand for a while whether the other party was really hearty and didn't care about the subtleties, or if he had other intentions.

"Brother Wu, come on! It's cold, but it can't reach the current taste. He Liang handed Wu Chen a large bowl.

Wu Chen smiled to hide his distraction just now, took the big bowl, and checked it still relatively heavy.

He Liang first filled several large spoonfuls in a row and gave them to Wu Chen, and then filled himself with a large bowl.

After taking the chopsticks, I left all doubts behind me and began to cope with the fatigue in the bowl.

Wu Chen was sweating profusely and feeling comfortable, and after a sigh, he drank the last mouthful of soup, and looked at the black pot with anticipation.

He Liang, who was also not slow, hurriedly waved his hand and said: "It's gone, it's gone!" This point is left to Senior Brother, he is now my superior, and he still has to share his point." ”

Only then did Wu Chen remember that there was another monk who was with He Liang, but he didn't expect the other party to be able to say that it was so fresh and refined to please Shangguan, and he didn't hide it.

As soon as the black glazed bowl was returned to He Liang, the big bowl disappeared, and when Wu Chen was about to get up to say goodbye, He Liang got up one step ahead of time, and made a standard fist hug at the mouth of the thatched hut and said: "Senior brother." ”

Wu Chen looked sideways, and the slightly longer Disc Cultivator was nodding at He Liang with a dignified face.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Wu Chen on the side, and the monk surnamed Gao obviously remembered Wu Chen, and looked at Wu Chen with a frown and a little unkindness.

He Liang hurriedly said: "Brother Wu was invited by me to try the craft, and Brother Gao also came to try it, and I specially left it for you." ”

The monk surnamed Gao's face was slightly better, after all, he had not experienced the craftsmanship of his accomplice along the way.

Wu Chen got up to say goodbye in a witty way, and He Liang also nodded in understanding.

Walking out of the thatched hut, he realized that it was already dark, Wu Chen did not walk back to his thatched hut, and turned around and walked towards the bare Devil's Horn Mountain.

The Magic Horn Mountain at night is actually very beautiful, with stars in the sky and a cool breeze blowing in your face.

Wu Chen unconsciously went around the top of the mountain that had been dug up, and when he looked around again, it was very different, he didn't care much at first, but when Wu Chen looked at it for a longer time, the more frightened he became, and finally completely let go of his divine sense to cover the surrounding hundred miles of land, and it spread into the edge of the dark valley and dense forest.

Wu Chen finally found that the Devil's Horn Mountain under his feet was really different, or it was very abrupt, the Devil's Horn Mountain in front of the dense forest in the Dark Valley was like a white and flawless white cloth, and suddenly drew a black line, a black dot.

Wu Chen, who had once entered the Dark Pool in the core area of the Dark Valley, remembered a problem that he had ignored, that is, there were no high-level mysterious beasts found in the Dark Valley. Strange beasts, this is very unreasonable, because the area of the Dark Valley Dense Forest is very large, very large, according to common sense, it seems that how a large area of the original Dark Valley does not dare to say that there is a first-order, second-order high-level Mysterious Beasts, after all, the growth and cultivation of this kind of Mysterious Beasts require great opportunity and whether they can receive a trace of opportunity poured by the Heavenly Dao, the cultivation of high-level Mysterious Beasts is particularly difficult, but the middle-level Mysterious Beasts are much easier, judging from the situation of the Dark Valley Dense Forest, I dare not say that the third- and fourth-order Mysterious Beasts are everywhere, but there will be a lot.

And Wu Chen, who arrived in the depths of the Dark Valley, didn't find one, but ran into a beast that robbed the soul grass with him, and moved the mountain ape Xiao Hei.

At this moment, Wu Chen completely understood why, the reason was on the Devil's Horn Mountain at his feet, more accurately, with the Devil's Horn Mountain as the eye of the array, the radius could reach the huge magic circle of the Dark Valley Dense Forest, and the entire magic circle used to continuously absorb the heaven and earth aura of the entire Dark Valley Dense Forest Space to maintain the basic operation of the magic circle, it can be imagined how huge the energy required for this magic circle is, and it has taken away the way of the entire Dark Valley Mysterious Beast.

Wu Chen even guessed that he was afraid that the formation mage who engraved this magic circle would have the lowest cultivation level to be a Xuan Sage or even a Xuan Emperor powerhouse, and the role of this magic circle deeply aroused Wu Chen's curiosity. However, it is only a cursory probing now, and it is not yet possible to determine what the purpose of this huge magic circle is.

A thought suddenly came to Wu Chen's heart, but he was quickly suppressed by Wu Chen, after all, it was too absurd, and then he thought that he and Wu Ling could still survive in the world, how could those few people not leave any future for themselves? It's just that after he was reborn, he didn't know the sea and didn't have one, many memory fragments were lost, and the most critical place was that he couldn't recall it, and after Wu Ling woke up, although there was no memory on the surface, at least Wu Chen didn't find the other party's abnormality, but the other party has always given Wu Chen an indescribable feeling, and it is particularly strong.

There was also the matter of the Su family last time, Wu Chen felt even more foggy, and Wu Ling also took the initiative to leave Wu Chen for the first time after the Su family changed, and came to the Devil's Horn Mountain alone, doing things that ordinary people can't understand, the key is that after Wu Chen heard the news, he also accidentally discovered the huge strangeness of the Devil's Horn Mountain, and the reason why Wu Chen wanted to hurry up to the Heavenly Dao Academy was also to ask Su Bai about the matter after the coma that night.

The fog that was often shrouded in Mei Zu's body 10,000 years ago resurfaced on Wu Ling's body.

Wu Chen turned to himself and asked, "Could it be that they are not the same person?"