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After that, the two of them walked almost another seven or eight miles, and at this time, the entire cave was already filled with an extremely hot breath.

And this breath also made Han Changlin and the others stop.

"Senior Brother Han, this cave is indeed a little weird."

Xiang Changsen was already a little hesitant at this time.

When Han Changlin heard this, he did not answer, but looked at the front with fixed eyes and became silent.

After a long time, Han Changlin spoke:

"Senior Brother Xiang, you and I should be careful, my spirit worm found that it seemed to be some kind of life breath inside, although it was not obvious, but in order to ensure thoroughness, we should be careful in case of accidents."

Hearing this, he nodded to Changsen, then took out two things from the storage bag, handed them to Han Changlin, and said:

"To Senior Brother Han, you should take this with you."

"This is? Spiritual Charms? I didn't expect my senior brother to have such a thing. ”

Looking at the talisman handed to Changsen, Han Changlin took it without hesitation.

The spirit hidden talisman is a relatively rare talisman among the second-order talismans.

As the name suggests, this kind of talisman is a kind of talisman that can hide the body and breath of the monk, and it can be said that the function of this talisman is extremely powerful.

It's just that this spirit charm also has a disadvantage, that is, once it is cast, you can't use it, otherwise the concealment effect of the spirit charm will disappear, and it is usually only used when it is hidden reconnaissance.

"Hehe, this talisman was also obtained by me, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today."

Seeing Han Changlin take the spirit talisman, he nodded slightly to Changsen and said.

After speaking, Xiang Changsen gently slapped the spirit charm on his body, and a light gray spiritual light spread out from the spirit charm.

And Han Changlin also concocted the same method, and in the blink of an eye, the aura inspired by the spirit charm also enveloped Han Changlin.

Then the pale gray aura began to dissipate, and as the aura dissipated, Han Changlin's figure disappeared in place.

Both of them have already hidden their figures, although they can't see each other, but both sides are familiar with their respective breaths, and they can determine their approximate locations.

After doing all this, Han Changlin and the others continued to walk into the cave.

This time he traveled only a few hundred zhang, and Han Changlin found himself suddenly entering a mountainside, which was dozens of miles wide, and at first glance, it looked like a small canyon.

But the strange thing is that in this canyon, near the bottom, there is a layer of white mist floating, as if the entire mountain belly is like an alchemy furnace, not only looks like it, but even feels the same, extremely hot.

In Han Changlin's perception, the Spirit Devouring Insect he released was also extremely uncomfortable, and the speed of its wings flapping was at least twice as slow.

"Senior brother, where do you look?"

Xiang Changsen's voice came from Han Changlin's ears.

When Han Changlin heard this, he also noticed that in the middle of this mountain, there was a position twenty or thirty miles away from the two of them.

There was a dark red color, and in this deep red color, there was a black light that kept flickering from time to time.

"What's that?"

Han Changlin also showed a puzzled expression on his face, the belly of this mountain was indeed full of scorching qi.

I think that back then, he selected cultivation exercises from his master Hong Yuanshan, and one of them was a cultivation method called "Extreme Yan True Gong".

If you want to practice this exercise, you need to find an extremely hot place and practice hard for decades before you can achieve a little success.

There is no doubt that this mountain belly is an excellent place to practice this Extreme Flame True Skill.

It's a pity that he finally chose the Qingyu Yanyang True Technique, so that this extremely hot land can be said to be worthless to himself.

"Let's go over and see."

Han Changlin came to the edge of the cliff and glanced at his feet, this canyon is about seventy or eighty zhang deep, this height, even if he is a top master in the world, he will not dare to go down.

But for Han Changlin and the others, it is nothing, although the mana of the two cannot be urged out of the body, but it can circulate in the body, infusing the dantian mana into the legs, and the two of them are like catkins, floating down.

After landing steadily, the two of them flew towards the blood-red halo.

Due to the casting of the spirit charm, the two of them could not fly, and it was a twenty or thirty miles away, and the two of them flew for half an hour before they arrived.

After the two of them saw the scenery in front of them, their faces changed greatly, and it turned out that the crimson light was not some kind of treasure spiritual light.

Rather, it was a pool of red magma, and the whole pool of magma was only a few feet wide, and there was dark red magma surging in it.

At the same time, at the edge of the pool of magma, there was a large red rock, on which sat a withered corpse sitting cross-legged.

This person was covered in a black robe, and the black robe even covered his head, but he only showed a face that made people tumble.

At first glance, this face looks like a skeleton with a few pieces of minced flesh hanging from it, and even a pair of eye sockets are jet-black, as if there is no breath of life.

Han Changlin couldn't help but take a deep breath, calmed his violently beating heart, and stared at the opposite side of the withered corpse with a pair of eyes.

In the center of the magma pool, there is a stone pillar formed by magma, which protrudes into the magma pool a few feet high.

And above this stone pillar, a bead the size of a pigeon's egg hangs, dripping and spinning, and the surface of this bead is covered with a dark halo.

The black light that Han Changlin and the others saw earlier was obviously emitted by the jet-black halo covered by the surface of this bead.

After seeing this bead, Han Changlin couldn't help but show a look of horror on his face, and at the same time exclaimed in his heart:

"Jin Dan?"

Cultivators condense the law and refine the gods, all they seek is the word immortality, but if they want to achieve immortality, it is extremely difficult, building the foundation, Jindan, Yuanying, and transforming the gods, each realm not only represents a more powerful power, but also represents a longer longevity.

After condensing the golden pill, according to the cultivation characteristics of his own mana, the golden pill condensed by the cultivator is not golden, but in line with the exercises he has cultivated.

For example, Han Changlin's cultivation of the Qingyu Yanyang True Technique, if one day, he can achieve the golden pill, and the golden pill he condenses is nine times out of ten is the color of blue and red.

Even one day, when he condensed the Yuan Baby, most of the babies he condensed were also blue and red.

And the golden pill in front of him, although it was shrouded in a layer of jet-black halo, Han Changlin could still vaguely see a few traces of red.

After seeing Jin Dan, Han Changlin and the others were terrified, no matter how weak the Jin Dan monk was, the two of them could not compete.

Unless God has mercy, it is unfortunate.

Han Changlin, who was staring at the golden pill, only then did he realize that from the magma pool, a pale red halo that was almost invisible to the naked eye was surging, and through the stone pillar, it shot into the golden pill.

At the same time, when the pale red halo entered the golden pill, it could vaguely see a few traces of crimson, which became brighter.

Han Changlin followed and looked at the withered corpse by the spring, in his opinion, it was obviously a corpse, not half angry, and there were only a few pieces of dark red flesh adhered to the exposed skull.

How can a living person be like this, but the golden pill hanging on the stone pillar is full of spirituality, and it is obviously not the appearance of an ownerless thing.

"This person must have been poisoned by some kind of rotting blood and devouring soul."

After thinking for a moment, Han Changlin's voice came to Xiang Changsen's ears.

"Some kind of poison that eats the blood?"

When Han Changlin heard this, he was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Xiang Changsen to be so knowledgeable that he could see at a glance that this withered corpse was poisoned by some kind of rotting blood and devouring soul.

"Wait."

Han Changlin's face changed, since this person was poisoned, does it also mean that this person is not dead, but is using some secret method to expel poison and heal his injuries?

Although he couldn't see Han Changlin's expression, Xiang Changsen could hear his doubts from Han Changlin's tone.

After a slight hesitation, Xiang Changsen's voice sounded in Han Changlin's ears again.