For nearly a month, Ling Zhi completely disappeared from the sight of those people in the Fallen Leaf Sect.

Except for the occasional mention, it was just a few words, and then I put it down.

Niu Yuanhang and Shu Feiyao have been evaporating from the world since they met that day, and there has been no news from them.

And Zhou Xuanqing also seemed to be silent, and he never mentioned this matter, as if he didn't know anything about Ling Zhi being found by the people from the martial arts training hall that day.

In a natural cave far away from the back of the main peak of the fallen leaves, in a natural cave, Ling Zhi was sitting here cross-legged at the moment, his clothes were in tatters, and some new and old wounds were everywhere outside.

He sat cross-legged in the cave with a stuffed bag at his side, and some blood inevitably oozed from the bag.

During this period of time, Ling Zhi's temperament has changed a lot, his breath has become condensed, his momentum has become breathtaking, and he sits there quietly, like a tiger waiting for an opportunity, as if he will rush out in the next moment and launch the most violent attack.

This is already the seventh mountain he has climbed, and his speed is getting faster and faster, more and more experienced, and he is extremely skilled, and he clearly knows the distribution of wild beasts, so he is getting more and more purposeful in his attack.

Even the realm that has just broken through has become solid and stable, and there are signs of breaking through to the next realm.

However, even so, his current harvest is only about 200,000.

200,000 contribution points may be something that many deciduous disciples of the outer sect can't imagine in their lifetime, but for Ling Zhi, it is far from enough, and for the approaching January period, he still needs 100,000 contribution points.

Getting up and walking out of the cave and blocking the cave, Ling Zhi looked solemn and continued to climb towards the mountain without saying a word.

In these days, he had never tried again, and when he reached the mountainside, close to the range of the Six-Rank Desolate Beast, he would stop.

Counting the harvest of going up and down the mountain and going to the next peak, even if he worked hard, it was impossible to reach 300,000 contribution points, so he decided to go up the mountain.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to go to the tiger mountains.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger.

Ling Zhi's every step is very light, and every step he takes, he will pay attention to his surroundings, and all the movements around him cannot escape his perception. His senses were mobilized in all directions.

An hour later, a hint of hesitation appeared on Ling Zhi's face, not because of fear, but because of the unknown.

For an hour, he didn't feel even the slightest sign of the beast's survival, except for the flowers and trees, there was not a single living creature here, not even mosquitoes were visible.

There must be a demon when things go wrong, and there is only one possibility for such a large vacuum area to appear in such a place, and he has entered the territory of an extremely powerful desolate beast.

Only the coercion of the desolate beast can invisibly make all creatures afraid and dare not approach.

After calculating the remaining time, Ling Zhiyi gritted his teeth, took out the ink sword, held it in his hand and kept it on guard at any time, and continued to walk forward.

He didn't want to be able to defeat this desolate beast, but he found that most of the desolate beasts lived alone after the sixth grade, and they would have a strong sense of domain.

At first, he only thought that this was just the instinct of the desolate beast, but as he investigated, he slowly discovered that there was a faint medicinal fragrance in the area where the six-rank desolate beast was located.

He guessed that the reason why these desolate beasts occupied a domain must be because there was some high-grade elixir or something like that, which lived on its side, guarded and consumed.

The first-level elixir is generally between ten and fifty contribution points, while the third-level elixir has doubled to three hundred to five hundred contribution points, and importantly, the elixir generally does not appear as a single plant.

The elixir of the first to third level usually appeared in pieces, and his purpose was the elixir in the realm of powerful desolate beasts.

As long as you are careful, it may not be impossible.

Whining

Just when Ling Zhi raised his heart to his throat and cautiously moved forward with three turns in one step, his feet suddenly softened, and a round hairball suddenly shrugged up, screamed, and rolled to the side with a grunt.

Suddenly.

The spiritual power of Ling Zhi's whole body spread all over his body on the spot, and Tianyan spread out eight steps under his feet, ready to escape at any time.

In more than an hour, it was the first time he had seen something alive, and it was so close, but he didn't realize it!

Hair stands on end!

It's not that he's too timid, but he knows deep enough that he can't die!

At least until he rescued Ling Tian, he was never willing to die like this.

Otherwise, with his own somewhat grinning character, how could this be.

The furball gurgled and rolled far away, and a clear path appeared among the weeds on the ground.

It wasn't until it stopped that Ling Zhi could see what it looked like.

Two fleshy little claws pressed against his face, and the whole beast curled up together, and the hair on its body was snow-white, as pure as ice and snow.

"Damn, what the hell!" Ling Zhi felt the faint aura of the other party, and suddenly felt like he had been tricked, scolded, and walked towards the furball beast.

The little beast is about the height of Ling Zhi's calf, and the snow-white hair on its body is very fluffy, and it looks very cute.

At this moment, the little beast used its little claws to block its face, and only the eyes showed a little gap in the whole face, looking at Ling Zhi.

"So spiritual?" Ling Zhi was surprised to see the other party's anthropomorphic movements.

Then he laughed, "Hehe, it seems that I was right when I came in, this must be the cub of some kind of desolate beast, even if it is just a cub of a six-grade desolate beast, then I will send it." ”

At the platform of the reincarnation pool that day, Wang Yang summoned a nine-rank Huoyun Tiger, and dared to confront the old man with the back of the Iron Family Tiger who was a level higher than him, which made the other party jealous, which showed the power of the wild beast.

This is different from a dead desolate beast, as long as it is cultivated properly, through some special techniques, supplemented by the elixir refined by humans, it can not only make the desolate beast submissive, but it is more likely to make the desolate beast break through the innate limit and advance!

What does it mean for an adult seventh-rank desolate beast to mean the eighth-rank combat power, which means the top combat power among many small and medium-sized families!

It is precisely by virtue of the domestication of wild beasts that the Wang family has developed to such a point today, how can it be underestimated!

"Hey, little one, there's candy here...... No, there is meat, do you want to eat it? Ling Zhi seemed to take out a piece of leftover meat from his bosom and shook it at the snow-white beast.

The snow-white little beast covered its face with its little paws and shook its head.

"This?"

"What about this?"

Seeing that the other party could really understand his words, Ling Zhi hurriedly took out everything on his body and asked the same.

Get rid of the face of a juvenile beast.

However, the snow-white beast did not make any other movements except shaking its head.

After a long time, realizing the special nature of this place, Ling Zhi's heart was broken, and a wisp of fire suddenly burst out from his fingertips, "You can't look down on everything, and your vision is too high." Except for the stone I can't move, that's it, are you interested?"

Ling Zhi was helpless, and a dead horse was a live horse.

(End of chapter)