Cheng Hongtu looked at the Red Wind God who didn't know anyone, and was very glad that if he hadn't thought that his soul would have been scattered, he would have melted into the alchemy furnace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was able to come up with this method to make the monsters consciously absorb it, which is even more commendable and very fortunate. If it weren't for that, this pack of ecstasy wouldn't have been able to exert such a good effect, and the Red Wind God wouldn't have been stunned, and he would have been stuffed into the alchemy furnace again to end his life.

The cave was surprisingly quiet, and it wasn't so scary. The fire was still burning, the firewood and grass were about to burn out, and there was no longer a raging fire, and the surrounding rock walls had lost their red color.

The opportunity must not be lost, the loss will not come again, the night without a trace does not dare to delay, once the monster wakes up, he will die. He hurriedly got up and picked up a steel knife and slashed at the neck of the Red Wind God several times. Before the fire fox woke up from a beautiful dream, he was in a different place.

When the monster died, his body and mind were completely relaxed, and he looked at the blood-stained demon corpse and cursed a few words, and the anger and sadness in his chest followed.

Cheng Hongtu looked at the alchemy furnace and just put the Red Wind God into it, allowing it to completely dissolve.

He looked at the monster, snorted, and was about to make a move, when he suddenly remembered something, and his heart moved.

He immediately crouched down, searched the Red Wind God, took out two dark orbs, and looked at them happily. It turns out that this is the hard-won Wind and Thunder Orb of the monster.

Night Without a Trace put away the orb, then threw the corpse of the Red Wind God into the treasure refining furnace and closed the lid tightly. He brought dry wood and put it in the bottom of the stove, looked at the raging fire, and let out a long breath.

He heard the sound in the furnace, and it seemed that the pot had been boiled, so he couldn't help but snort: "Youkai, you use yourself as an introduction to refine the Wind Thunder Bead." ”

He looked at the roaring fire, inspected the red-glowing cavern, clutched his steel knife and turned away.

The Xuanling Cave Mansion is deep and winding, dim and dark, and very quiet. In the quiet, there is still terror and gore, which is unsettling.

Ye Wuxian looked at the lifeless demon cave, stopped, frowned again, the entrance to the cave had been closed by the Red Wind God, where else to escape?

He was in danger, and the closed Xuanling Cave was isolated from the world, and there was no way to escape. Moreover, although the Red Wind God is dead, the black-haired Ghost King is still here, and he still has not escaped from the devil's clutches, and will definitely die under the clutches of the devil.

Cheng Hongtu was very frustrated, killing the Red Wind God was only a temporary death, and eventually he would be buried in the Xuanling Cave, or killed by the black-haired ghost king, or died of starvation.

In the pain, he remembered the Flying Dragon Divine Knife, which was a part of life, and even if he died here, he would have to be with the Treasure Knife.

He immediately called for the sword, but there was no movement, and he was nowhere to be seen even a few times.

Night Without a Trace was tense physically and mentally, and there was a sense of foreboding, could it be that something happened to the treasure knife?

He hurried to the spacious and tall cave, and was relieved to see that the two Wyvern Divine Swords were still under the stone.

He walked over and tried to push the big rock away, but it didn't move, and after several attempts to no avail. He shook his head, grasped the hilt of the sword, and tried with all his strength to draw the sword, but he still didn't move, and he didn't take out the Flying Dragon Divine Sword even if he tried his best.

Cheng Hongtu frowned, sighed, and then remembered that the Red Wind God was pressed under this big stone because he was afraid of being attacked by the treasure knife, and it seemed that he had been imprisoned here by the demon law. He knew that if the demon law was not broken, the treasure knife would not want to be taken out.

He was very anxious and helpless, his brows furrowed and he sighed, and sat on the ground not knowing what to do. The Flying Dragon Divine Sword is an inseparable part of himself, he cannot lose it, he must be with the Treasure Sword.

Taking a step back, even if he was able to escape, he would not abandon the sword and leave alone.

Suddenly, Ye Wuxian looked nervous and fearful, and his eyes immediately fixed on the entrance of the cave, and he got up to prepare for the unexpected.

I saw that a head was poking out of the hole, with big eyes bright and focused, looking into the cave.

At this moment, Ye Wuxian was startled again, looking frightened, looking at the guy who suddenly appeared.

The behemoth immediately entered and rushed towards Cheng Hongtu.

The momentary surprise passed, Cheng Hongtu was pleasantly surprised, and immediately greeted him. He grabbed the suddenly arrived behemoth and said excitedly, "Old friend, why are you here? I really didn't expect to see you again in the Monster Cave Mansion." ”

The other party was deeply surprised and surprised when he saw the night without a trace, smiling, talking, and having endless friendship.

Who is this behemoth that suddenly arrived, and how could Cheng Hongtu be so familiar and so excited? It turned out that it was a spirit turtle. Old friends met here, not only did they not expect it without a trace, but the spirit turtle was also deeply surprised.

After the surprise, Cheng Hongtu frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously: "Spirit Turtle, how did you end up in the Red Wind God's Cave Mansion, were you arrested?"

The spirit turtle shook his head and sighed: "No, it's me who threw myself into the net, and I feel very sad and ashamed when I think about it." ”

Then, the spirit turtle briefly told the story of how it had been.

Speaking of which, it has been in the Xuanling Cave for a long time, and there has been hope and yearning here, as well as pain and anger......

Since escaping from the Black Star Cave Mansion, the Spirit Tortoise has traveled up the river, cruising around in search of a place to live in seclusion.

One day, as he passed by, he became interested in the secluded surroundings and stopped.

The spirit turtle was resting by the river, and someone came leisurely and complacently. When it saw that the person who came was humanoid and looked like a fox, it knew that it was an extraordinary thing, and like itself, it was an elf that had been cultivated for many years.

The spirit turtle's observation was not wrong, and the fox spirit in this human form was none other than the Red Wind God. It was a little bored in the cave, and came out to play, trying to find a woman to satisfy its desires.

The Red Wind God did not see the hearty woman, but when he met the spirit turtle, he felt the same way for this behemoth - it was definitely not a vulgar thing. It tentatively asked, and the spirit turtle could indeed speak human language, and began to talk happily.

The two elves talked about everything, talking about their experiences, cultivation, daily life, and preferences...... He also talked about his wishes, pursuits and yearnings.

They share the same feelings of helplessness and longing, that is, they don't know when they will be able to transform into human form, and they hope to have a human appearance as soon as possible. The current beast face is terrifying, it is difficult to walk in the world, but it is suffering from shortcuts without change, and the wish cannot be realized.

The spirit turtle and the red wind god opened their hearts, talked about everything, became closer and closer, and some hated to see each other late. They agreed to discuss cultivation methods together and strive to transform into human form as soon as possible.

When they practice together, they can exchange experiences and feelings with each other, teach each other their cultivation methods and experiences, and learn from each other's strengths to enhance their effects.

The spirit turtle wandered around, and there was no place to settle, so there were such like-minded friends to meet, and there was an opportunity to improve kung fu, so they happily came to the Xuanling Cave Mansion.

It didn't take long for the Red Wind God to realize that the Spirit Turtle's cultivation was shallow, and his kung fu was far inferior to his own, and he had no experience to talk about, so he was a little disappointed.