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At night, Song Mingting found a safe cave and rested temporarily.

Yuan Chu Mountain at night was far more dangerous than during the day, and even he didn't dare to rush at night. Moreover, at this time, the cold qi in the ice puppet's body and the thought of mayflies were also consumed to the limit, and he had to stop to rest.

After Song Mingting found a clean place in the cave and sat down, he took out the Cold Spirit Pill and Agarwood Pill and began to replenish the cold qi and mayfly thoughts in his body.

He didn't make a fire, nor did he make any light, because the light was likely to attract the demon beasts - in a place like Yuanchu Mountain, which was full of powerful demon beasts, who knew what kind of demon beast would be attracted to?

There was no light in the dark cave, the air was very humid, and there was an indescribable stench of bat droppings mixed with the smell of various fungi and mosses.

The cave was inhabited by a colony of fanged fire bats, which he drove out.

The fanged fire bat is a kind of demon beast in the Dao Fire Period, with low strength and very weakness, and can only spew flame-like flames from its mouth, and its body is dark black, with a pair of fiery red fangs.

However, don't assume that the fanged fire bat is a vampir just because it has fangs, in fact the fanged fire bat does not suck blood, and the pair of fangs are only used to suck the juice of plants and trees.

The main source of food for fanged fire bats is the sap of plants and trees, followed by small insects such as mosquitoes and flies. It is impossible for a demon beast like this to maintain the continuation of the race by relying on the strength of an individual, and the fanged fire bats have been able to reproduce so far, not by the strength of the individual, but by the number - far more than those powerful demon beasts.

So, even if the cave is inhabited by a small population of fanged firebats, the number of fanged firebats is in the hundreds.

How much feces will hundreds of fanged fire bats inhabit this claustrophobic cave for many years?

Just think about how bad the smell is when feces that are a foot or even a few feet thick accumulate together.

However, in such a harsh environment, Song Mingting was at ease, even if it was dark, he didn't even dare to make fire, and his expression was very indifferent.

Because all the more difficult and depressing conditions he had experienced in his dreams were gone, and a night in a cave filled with bat droppings was nothing. Besides, he is now using the body of an ice spirit puppet, so he can't smell the smell at all, it's just a little dirty.

In fact, he knew before entering the cave that there were fanged fire bats inhabiting it, and he also expected that the environment in the cave would not be too good. But it was precisely because of this that he chose this cave.

In the dream, because he has been on the run for nearly a hundred years, he has developed a lot of skills.

In addition to alchemy, refining, talismans, etc., it also includes how to find herbs, how to track demon beasts, how to dissect the corpses of demon beasts to decompose materials, how to make the best use of things, how to find a safe resting place in the wild, and so on.

Before, he had judged that this was a nest of fanged fire bats through many clues outside the cave, so he would come in boldly with confidence.

Otherwise, there would have been so many powerful existences in the Yuan Chu Mountain, who knows what lived in the cave? If you venture into it, you don't know how you will die! A large part of the monks who die in the Yuan Chu Mountain every year die on it.

There was nothing to do all night, and occasionally there were demon beasts touching the warning spell during the period, but they were all demon beasts in the fire period and the cave period, which were not a threat to Song Mingting, so the whole night could be said to be peaceful.

Early the next morning, after casting the breath collection spell and stealth spell on his body, Song Mingting set off again.

Song Mingting, who had disappeared from his figure, was like a wind, shuttling through the forest, flying all the way over, from time to time some demon beasts with sensitive perception were alarmed, sticking out their heads to check the situation, but most of them could only feel a gust of wind passing by them, and they couldn't feel it beside them.

After half a day, Song Mingting stopped, he looked up at the sky, identified the direction, and set off again.

He is now very close to his destination, and he will be there in almost three days.

As soon as he thought of this, even with Song Mingting's strong concentration, he couldn't help but get excited in his heart.

Because that opportunity is really against the sky, it can be said that it is one of the most anti-heaven opportunities that he knew in his "previous life", and there is not even one!

No matter who gets it, it can almost be said that it is a predetermined position to ascend to the immortal realm. And if such an anti-heaven opportunity is obtained by him, it will play a greater role, and it can even directly put an important weight on his action to save the master.

Therefore, he is determined to win this opportunity and does not allow any accidents!

Because of his excitement, Song Mingting's flying speed involuntarily sped up a little. However, at this moment, there was a banging sound in the sky from far and near, which was the sound of something moving at high speed.

Song Mingting's face changed slightly, stopped suddenly, and then, like a fresh wind, turned around and flew out sideways.

When Song Mingting was detouring, above the forest, a ghostly man in black was hurrying over.

The man in black was full of ghosts, and his face was shrouded in an eerie aura, and he couldn't see it clearly.

In addition, the man in black was surrounded by seven purple-black ghost fires, each of which had a purple snake shadow in it. The purple-black ghost fire surrounded the shoulders of the man in black, spinning slowly.

Judging from the distance between these seven ghost fires, this ghost fire should have twelve regiments, arranged according to the twelve weeks, but I don't know why there are five fewer regiments, so now there are only seven regiments left, which seems a little uneven.

Underneath the man in black was a skull entwined with purple ghostly fire, the size of a tabletop. The huge skull carried the man in black and roared across the sky, dragging a long purple-black tail flame behind him.

At this moment, the black-clothed man sitting on the skeleton sensed something, and the ghost qi around him shook for a while, and then one of the seven ghost fires broke away from the team and rushed down like a purple-black meteor.

Below, Song Mingting, who was flying, suddenly had a warning in his heart, and the cold hair behind him stood up almost instantly. Almost subconsciously, he turned around in the air, and the snake sword on his back suddenly came out of its sheath, and suddenly turned into a huge purple snake dozens of zhang long, and brazenly faced the ghost fire that rushed down like a meteor.

The giant snake collided with the ghost fire, and the purple-black ghost fire exploded suddenly, instantly turning into a hideous ghost with a head twelve feet high, a snake head and a human body, three heads and six arms, and a purple-black ghost fire wrapped around its body.