After opening the ban, before Weisheng Wenzheng entered, he felt that the air was very humid, mixed with a smell of salty and rotten.

She was about to throw out the Night Pearl, when she heard Wen Jiangming call her, "Wen Zheng, don't light it yet, come in and take a look, you will definitely like the scenery here!"

Wen Jiangming said and took a step inside to get out of the way, and Wei Sheng Wen Zheng held the Night Pearl in his hand when he heard this, and stepped inside.

The whole cave roof is hung everywhere like a bead curtain of vertical silk, the vertical silk is shiny and dotted, the color is blue and mysterious, the cave is decorated with a piece of vertical silk like a beautiful fairyland on earth, and it is like being in the Milky Way outside the sky when you walk into it.

"It's very beautiful, but we have to be careful!" Wei Sheng Wen Zheng had no intention of appreciating it at all, and his heart became vigilant for a moment, "Sect Master, don't go inside!"

The silk is made by hanging from the larvae of the gloomy mushroom, and they create such a beautiful scenery as a way of survival, using a beautiful glimmer of light to attract other insects as prey.

She'd seen it before, but it wasn't the gloomy mushroom that warned her, but the conditions in which its eggs hatched.

The mushroom prefers to lay its eggs in the salt crystals, which are produced by the octopus fish swallowing the sand excreted by the seabed.

In other words, there's a good chance there's an eight-clawed inklord here!

The eight-clawed ink lord is extremely powerful, cruel and aggressive, but also very smart, and it is even more difficult to deal with if it is an eight-clawed ink lord with a spiritual intelligence.

She had just probed the place, but she hadn't seen where the Octopus Ink Boss was, and it was likely that there was something here that could shield her senses.

Wei Sheng couldn't help but shout urgently: "Sect Master, it's dangerous inside!

The scale of this cave is not large, and it is only one zhang square, and when Wei Sheng Wen Zheng looked up, Wen Jiangming had already gone forward, and he was eager to know what great treasures were in it.

Listening to Wei Sheng's voice of Wen Zheng, he couldn't help but pause, probing left and right for nothing, and turned around and asked, "What's the matter, Wen Zheng?" I didn't find anything dangerous......

Look what that's that!"

Wen Jiangming said as he popped up a sunstone in front of him, and the sunstone hung in the air, just illuminating the below.

Near the stone wall of the back wall, on the stone platform of one meter square, in the middle is placed a simple carved black box about two feet long, seven or eight inches wide, the shape is flat and less than the width of a palm, and it is as clean as new, without a trace of dust.

Needless to say, there must be a dust-removing sigil on it, not to mention other arrangements, this kind of thing will not be placed here for no reason.

Wei Sheng Wen Zheng hurriedly glanced at the box and didn't have time to take a closer look, and reminded Wen Jiangming in a deep voice, "Don't go over yet!" The tone was unquestionable.

After speaking, she immediately moved her gaze down to the ground, and then at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and under the ground, several long whip-like things attacked Wen Jiangming who was standing in front at the same time, and in an instant, they wrapped around his neck, waist and legs, and his protective aura was stimulated.

Sure enough, it's an eight-clawed ink master!

Fortunately, because of Wei Sheng's words of Zheng, Wen Jiangming had already increased his vigilance, and he immediately increased the input of spiritual power and slashed at those soft tentacles at the same time.

However, the eight-clawed ink ba's tentacles felt sensitive, and as soon as he sensed the danger, he immediately bent and dodged extremely quickly, and instantly retracted.

Before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, it unleashed other tentacles to begin a second round of attacks.

Weisheng Wenzheng didn't rush to make a move, because she knew that the eight-clawed ink master could be reborn with broken claws, and her head was the Achilles' heel.

She had just swept it again with her divine sense, and found that she had reached the deepest part of the cave and could not detect anything with her divine sense, only visible to the naked eye, which was probably related to the black box set up on the stone platform.

There are also several large and small caves on the ground, and those tentacles come out of these small holes to attack people, and when they are in danger, they shrink back, and they drill out again without people noticing.

By looking at the position of the tentacles of the eight-clawed ink master, it can be judged that the head and body of the eight-clawed ink master are hidden in the underground cavern, and they cannot be easily hit.

Wen Jiangming obviously also found out, he looked at the landing point, and stepped on his foot hard, and the hollow rock formation on the ground couldn't help but collapse immediately.

The eight-clawed ink master hidden below was pressed underneath, and all the eight claws came out in an instant, entangled Wen Jiangming like crazy.

Wen Jiangming didn't care about the things wrapped around his body at all, he exerted his strength through the stone, and used the momentum of Mount Tai to press the top, even if the octopus in it was not stepped on, it was not far from death, because the outstretched eight-claw was slightly curled and slid down from Wen Jiangming's protective aura shield.

Wen Jiangming's palm released spiritual power downward, and with a lift of his palm, he picked up the gravel on the ground and moved it to the side, revealing the body of the eight-clawed ink tyrant, and the black, black, red, and red sprayed on the ground next to it.

"It's a pity that the best spirit ink material is the only one?"

Wen Jiangming finished talking to himself, and put the octawed ink master into the storage bag with special materials, and when he was free, he could see if there was anything in the ink sac, even if there were no good materials for the alchemy refiner, it would be very fragrant to bake and eat.

"Be careful!"

He was thinking about beauty in his heart, when he suddenly heard Wei Sheng's sharp warning from the kite, and without thinking about it, he activated his defensive spirit weapon, and at the same time took a step back.

An arm-thick tentacle popped out like lightning on the top of the cave, and after three consecutive blows, Wen Jiangming's superb defensive spirit weapon inherited the first two forces, and was instantly hit dim.

He took a step back and inadvertently dodged the third blow, but it was equivalent to saving his own life.

Wen Jiangming was horrified in his heart, and exclaimed, "Why is this octopus so strong?"

The tentacles sticking out of the roof of the cave were inky black, glowing with a faint cold light under the light and shadow of the sunstone, it was swaying from side to side looking for prey, and when it lifted it in the direction of the micro-shengwen zheng, it moved up and down, and the top of it closed one by one, like a big mouth.

Wei Sheng Wen Zheng couldn't help but change his face when he saw the fluff on the tip of the tentacle, "This is not the eight-clawed ink master, it's the mutated Xingji sand silkworm!"

But it was a slight miscalculation of the kite, there was nothing abnormal under the feet, but the top suddenly "whoosh" to the water outward, with the flow of water appeared several intertwined tentacles, and then "whoosh" sound, the top actually collapsed together.

The strange thing is that whether it was the three or four eight-clawed ink masters and Xingji sand silkworms that fell with them, or those collapsed capstones and torrents pouring down, they were all bounced away by a transparent circular cover that suddenly appeared above the black box, and flew towards the two of them.

"Is there finally another human coming?hahahaha......!"

A sharp voice suddenly appeared in the stone room, and the voice carried a cold suppressive force, straight towards the sea of human knowledge.