In the air, a black cloud galloped, like a frightened bird, riding the wind and waves.

This is Han Leng who escaped from death, he is still a little frightened, every time he flies out of dozens of miles, he will release his divine sense to probe if there is anyone around him.

After repeating this more than a dozen times, Han Leng's hanging heart relaxed, before he killed the old man, he didn't know that the old man was a disciple of the Imperial Ghost Sect, let alone that the status of the Imperial Ghost Sect in the spiritual realm was so high.

This is good, because he offended the monks of the Central Plains Yudan period and fled to the Eastern Wilderness, and he has not yet settled down, and he has offended a first-class sect in the Eastern Wilderness, this luck is even more outrageous than his Qinglong spirit body.

Han Leng didn't dare to return to Misty Haven, he didn't know if Qi Hai and Lu Liang would betray themselves, for the sake of safety, it was better not to dock.

The dwelling of the ancient realm cannot be gone either.

Han Leng was driving the flying boat in the air, flying aimlessly, and when his mana was about to run out, he added a medium-grade spirit stone, and it took two days before he saw a relatively large island.

The island is covered with sparse stone houses, which are still inhabited islands, all built near the sea, but there are no buildings on the high peaks in the middle of the island.

Han Leng flew to the top of the island, swept the island with his divine sense, and did not find that there were immortal cultivators on the island, and then he landed the flying boat on the mountain peak.

After landing, Han Leng used a magic weapon to cut a platform on the peak, and then opened a hole in the peak, this is his cave, although it is not as good as the cave dug by the beast, but it can barely live in people.

After completing the cave mansion, Han Leng spread the small five-element array around the mountain peak to prevent some islanders from straying into the cave mansion where he cultivated.

The residents of the island were completely ignorant of Han Leng's arrival, that is, the woodcutter who sometimes went up the mountain to cut firewood, and occasionally lost his way, but every time he could come back from the mountain without danger, and gradually, the people on the island also knew that there was an area on the mountain peak that could not be entered casually.

"Damn, I forgot to ask Mi Tan for fire Ganoderma lucidum!"

Han Leng slapped on the stone table angrily, originally he went to sea to protect the Mi family's merchant ships this time, just for the fire Lingzhi, but he didn't have the courage to get close to the Lost Wind Harbor, so naturally he couldn't ask Mi Tan for the fire Lingzhi.

This loss is not small, he can be regarded as a coolie who worked for a day in vain, but now he has two water core grasses in his hands, and when he cultivates in the future, he can go to the ancient domain to find Mi Tan to make up for the fire Lingzhi this time.

On the stone table in front of Han Leng was a gray Qiankun bag, which he had taken from the dead monks of the Imperial Ghost Sect, and he was very curious about what was in it, which actually alarmed the young masters of the Imperial Ghost Sect.

Han Leng wanted to use his divine sense to check the contents of the Qiankun bag first, but there was a layer of misty light on the surface of the Qiankun bag blocking his divine sense.

"Can the dead person's belongings protect against my sense?" Han sneered, reached out and grabbed the Qiankun bag, a little spiritual power gathered at his fingertips, and with a strong rub, he broke the prohibition on the Qiankun bag.

Then, Han Leng probed his divine sense into it again, and it was unimpeded.

I saw that this Qiankun bag was rich in items, everything, a lot of spirit stones, and some immortal herbs and elixirs that Han Leng had never seen, as well as some magic weapons.

However, these things are ordinary mortals, how can they alarm the young master of the Imperial Ghost Sect? Han Leng's divine sense continued to search in the Qiankun bag, and finally found something that looked rather mysterious, a jade slip.

The general jade slips are stored in it, such as maps, ancient books or something, and some important information will also be stored in it.

There is a high probability that the things that make the young master of the Imperial Ghost Sect so attentive are hidden in the jade slip.

Han Leng's heart moved, and he took the jade slip in his hand, this jade slip was very smooth, like the skin of a beautiful woman who had just come out of the bath, and in addition, it was the same as an ordinary jade slip, and there was no difference from the appearance alone.

Han Leng, who was full of curiosity, put the jade slip on his eyebrows, and all the things stored in it entered Han Leng's head.

It didn't take long for all the information in the jade slip to pass into Han Leng's mind, and after Han Leng read it, he was excited.

What is recorded in this jade slip is actually a distribution map of spiritual ore!

Most of the spirit mines in the Eastern Wilderness region are occupied by major families, and even the Immortal Cultivation Sect does not dare to rob them casually, and the places where these big families mine spirit mines are extremely secret, just to prevent someone from sneaking in and stealing spirit stones.

And the spiritual ore map recorded in this jade slip is the property of the Zhao family in the spiritual domain, and there are as many as five spiritual mines.

"This old man followed Zhao Gongzi, his real purpose should be to find out the location of the Zhao family's spirit mine, and then send this jade slip with the layout of the spirit mine to the Imperial Ghost Sect, so that the monks in the sect can go to these spirit mine areas to take it. ”

Han Leng pondered in his heart, the map recorded the deployment of the troops of each spirit mine in detail, there were places where the guards were heavily guarded, and there were also places where the troops were weak, and even the prohibitions and formations around the spirit mines were all drawn with a path that could be crossed through the formations and entered it.

After all, the Zhao family is not a big family of cultivating immortals, but an ordinary mortal family, and the guards of the spirit mine are all soldiers who cultivate martial arts, and the main support is the formation and prohibition that cost a lot of spirit stones to invite the predecessors to arrange, with this formation maintenance, it is difficult for the general immortal cultivation sect to break through the defense line of the spirit mine from the front, and even the powerful Imperial Ghost Sect does not dare to attack head-on.

Moreover, this disciple of the Imperial Ghost Sect, he can get such a detailed layout map of the spirit mine, as well as the deployment of troops in various places, it is not possible to complete it overnight, plus these big families are extremely strict and cautious about employing people, it is even more difficult to get these things.

Thinking of this, Han Leng finally understood why the young master of the Imperial Ghost Sect was so angry that day, and the layout plan of the spirit mine that he had only obtained after several years of hard work was taken by an outsider, if he was replaced by Han Leng, I am afraid that he would go crazy directly.

But this picture is now in Han Leng's hands, and he is not of much use, even if it records the layout and strength of the spirit mine, but if he relies on his own strength, it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, the Imperial Ghost Sect is also a sect, it can be combined inside and outside, Han Leng is alone, and he can only do the battle of trapped beasts.

Han Leng put the jade slip into his Qiankun bag, and then pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he thought about it.

Now that he has this jade slip in his hand, it is equivalent to holding a bargaining chip that can negotiate with the Zhao family, and if the two sides negotiate, he may be able to get a lot of spirit stones.

However, Han Leng didn't plan to go to the Spirit Domain in such a hurry, because he didn't know that the Imperial Ghost Sect still sent people to monitor from time to time, and if he went rashly, it would not be easy to escape if he was blocked again.

Moreover, the current Feather Soul has also suffered a certain amount of damage, and the demonic energy used by the Right Protector has already occupied eighty percent of the Feather Soul's body, and it is almost completely out of Han Leng's control.

However, fortunately, at the last moment, Han Leng was restrained for a moment with the Shooting God Crossbow, which made the head of the Feather Soul not refined, and the head of the Feather Soul was the main part that controlled the body, as long as it was not refined here, then Han Leng was sure to let the Feather Soul force out all the demonic qi in the body.

Feather Soul sat cross-legged, the Xuantie Knife had already allowed Han Leng to stand in the corner of the wall, and there were a few more openings on the blade of this knife, which were left when he slashed the skull of the right protector.

The right protector didn't know what kind of monster was being sacrificed, a skull was even harder than a magic weapon, if it was a simple condensation of demonic qi, he wouldn't believe it if he killed Han Leng.

He thought that the skull was also made of a magic weapon, otherwise, it would definitely not make the Xuantie Knife have a gap.

There are no wounds on the body of the feather soul, and the breastplate on the upper body is still flashing with a sassy silver light, but on the strong arm that is exposed, there are strips of red gas shuttling and swimming in it, this is the abyss demonic qi practiced by the right protector.

Han Leng sat cross-legged behind the Feather Soul and stretched out his hands, the mana was condensed in the palms of his hands, and then both hands slapped on the back of the Feather Soul at the same time, and the mana in his hands instantly entered the body of the Feather Soul.

Han Leng's mana flowed rapidly in the body of the feather soul, entangled and wrapped those red demonic qi one by one, and after two hours, the demonic qi in the feather soul's body was cleared.

At this time, Han Leng's face showed some tiredness, and his forehead was also covered with fine sweat, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a smile.

Han Leng withdrew his hand, only to see three red and brilliant beads appear in his palm, which were full of violent abyss demonic qi, because these demonic qi were powerful, Han Leng couldn't bear to let them dissipate directly, so he made three magic beads, which could be used as spirit runes, and they could still come in handy at a critical moment.

Then Han Leng took out a few spirit stones from the gray Qiankun bag and put them beside the feather soul, allowing the feather soul to cultivate and recover the depleted evil qi by himself.

The body of the feather soul has long been made into a humanoid magic weapon, and the aura he absorbs will be transformed into evil qi by itself, so there is no need for Han Leng to worry.

Han Leng, on the other hand, left the cave and went to the shore of the island, completely concealing his spiritual power fluctuations, making him look no different from mortals.

The feather soul is just a corpse puppet without a soul, and he can't usually talk to Han Leng and chat, it's really good to have such a friend when he is cultivating, but Han Leng doesn't bury himself in penance every day, he also needs a certain amount of time to go out and relax and relax, so that the next cultivation can be faster.

However, in front of a corpse puppet, he couldn't say anything, and using his divine sense to control the feather soul to speak was similar to talking to himself, and over time, Han Leng felt that this kind of day was too boring, and then he thought that there were houses and residents on the shore of the island.

Because there are only one hundred and ten people on the island, almost all of them are familiar with each other, and Han Leng, an outsider, will be discovered as long as he gets close to here.

However, fortunately, the people on this small island have developed their wisdom, and the language used is also common in the human world, which reduces the embarrassment of language barriers.

Han Leng said that he accidentally drifted to this small island after encountering a sandstorm, and the boat was also broken, and there was no nautical chart of this area, so he could only live on the small island.

The people on the island sympathize with Han Leng's misfortune, and at the same time, they welcome Han Leng to become a member of the island.

After a few days of familiarization, Han Leng learned that this small island is called Blue Canal Island, which is named after a blue canal on the mountain peak, and the water that the residents drink is drawn down from the blue canal.

There are many people here who have actually been shipwrecked and drifted here, so they have to stay here because they don't have the tools to make boat tools.

On a small island of more than 100 people, an owner is elected every other year to preside over some important events on the island.

There are other islands nearby, some big and some small, but they are not as big as those oases in the Spirit Realm, and the islands are all transported by bamboo rafts, and they can't go too far.

The current owner of Lanqu Island is a man in his sixties named Zhao Xing, a kind and amiable old man.

Zhao Xing lives in the largest house on the island, and also has a teahouse, and there is a tree called lotus wood on the mountain, and after taking the leaves, they can be dried and tanned to make tea, and the taste is still very good.

Originally, Zhao Xing also wanted Han Leng to move to live with him, but Han Leng shirked it because he liked to live alone, he cut stones by himself, and built a very small stone house on the shore as his own living room, but this stone house was just a cover-up decoration, he wouldn't really sleep in it at all, every night, he would return to the mountain and enter his cave to practice.