"Why is a mere tanuki so weird, and before I can do it, let me go. It's just that why didn't it take this opportunity to kill me, but instead Momozhi died. Han Caokou checked the storage ring and found that everything was still there, so he said comfortably.

"Tanuki are creatures that are said to be ghosts, and they are not too strong in themselves, but they are afraid of humans. It's a rich ecstasy that is superb. Glad you only met a tanuki with a low realm, otherwise you wouldn't have even had a chance to do it, and you would have died. Xiao Xuzi explained lightly.

However, Buyejun was not happy, "Xiaocao, why don't you hurry up and chase after it." That's a kind of beast element thunder, don't be biased towards the fire path exercise of the Owl Xuzi and not wait to see the thunder path exercise. ”

Hancao Kou rubbed his eyebrows, took a deep breath and said. "Don't worry, it won't run. The blow just now was a soul-fixing technique of the Thirteen Bans of Guilan. As long as it doesn't run 108,000 miles in one go, I can sense its location at any time. ”

"Ho ho. It's still a bit useful to have feelings for Lan Thirteen Forbidden. Okay, stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and get going. "For the loss of the Beast Yuan's thunder in front of him, the Nightless King is a little displeased.

Han Caokou didn't have any illusions about the female corpse, and after packing up his things, he ran out of the courtyard yard, threw out the Xianyang Sword and drove away.

According to the spell's induction, the tanuki hadn't run far yet. And this animal is not just running away, it is more like a purposeful and planned rush to somewhere.

Han Cao Kou didn't dare to be ambiguous, and immediately urged the Xianyang Sword to chase at full speed.

This process did not last long, but it was only a pillar of incense, and the cold grass was chased to the top of the mountain. Then linger in a canyon.

There is nothing special about this place, it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, thick fog, and a slow gloomy atmosphere. The only chilling thing is that a gap hundreds of zhang long has appeared underneath.

It was dark and impermanent, emitting an even richer black mist. Even if the spiritual sense is swept away, there is no end in sight. However, the direction of the spell induction is under the moat.

Han Caokou, who had always been cautious, was thoughtless at the moment, and swooped away with the Xianyang Sword.

I don't know how deep it is under the moat, but I flew for a long time to reach the bottom. But the situation down there is a bit unexpected, neither the usual waterhole or the like, nor a stormy place.

As far as the eye can see, it is the rooftop of a huge palace.

Han Caokou withdrew the Xianyang Sword, stepped on the white bricks, and looked around carefully, but did not notice that there was an entrance. The entire roof is paved with bricks and tiles, and it is connected to the edge of the cliff at the end.

There is no entrance, and why do you sense that the tanuki is not far below, is there any other entrance?

Hancao Kou was also too lazy to find any entrance, and as soon as the magic seal in his hand was knotted, a spirit sword as big as a zhang Xu condensed out.

Under two fingers, the spirit sword slashed at the bricks and tiles out of thin air, emitting a bright light, and then a burst of shattering sounds was heard, and a large hole was broken in the roof of the building.

Han Caokou pondered for a while, but it was strange that this casual blow could break through the roof of this building, it stands to reason that there are some forbidden arrangements, and it is impossible to break it without a few days and nights of bombardment.

However, Hancao Kou didn't think about it so much, and his figure jumped away.

Inside is a palace-like place, surrounded by stone. Every once in a while, a huge stone pillar appeared, and there were four or five passages nearby, each with a little lit stove on each side.

Surround it, the space in the hall is very large, there are many attics, the fog is entangled, the cold is pressing, and it is good to feel cold.

Immediately, Han Caokou only walked a few steps when he heard the sound of brushing, and something seemed to appear.

In a trance, the golden silkworm automatically jumped out of the spirit beast bag and turned into a wisp of gold and swept into the air. In the darkness, a finger-sized black centipede suddenly fell to the ground in two, splashing out a flash of black venom.

"Hmm, it's weird!" Seeing the golden silkworm's automatic protector, Han Caokou knew that something was wrong. A few purple flames were thrown out of his hand and ignited the surrounding stove things.

As the purple flames rose, tens of thousands of tiny black centipedes crawled out of nowhere, approaching the cold grass in all directions.

Such a scene really makes people's backs chill, and their hearts are hairy.

"Fire Spirit Fan. ”

Han Cao Kou grasped the fire spirit fan and pestle it on the ground, and the magic trick was pointed out one after another, and the purple flames spread out from it, spreading out like a tide without dead ends.

Although the realm of the black centipede is low, it only has the breath of the innate period, and it has been burned by flames, and there is no such thing as ashes. Even if he died, he kept the whole corpse scorched there.

The terrifying thing is that after a blow to the fire spell, it is clear that there are thousands of dead and injured hundreds, and the next moment more centipedes are surging again. This kind of scene is like a sea of insects, and it is too late to kill it.

Han Cao Kou didn't dare to take it lightly, and the thunder pot appeared above his head, releasing a layer of thunder power grid to cover himself. At the same time, the Thundercloud Banner floated aside, emitting tens of thousands, finger-sized cyan arcs of arc with the urging of the magic trick.

In the blink of an eye, the shadow of cyan thunder light was everywhere within a radius of ten zhang. Countless centipedes were hit and burned to death on the spot.

What's worse is that these attacks seem ferocious, but they can't control the number of bugs.

One moment, the cold grass was still a few feet away as a defensive line, and the next moment later, the little black centipede invaded his feet. was simply blocked by the thunder power grid of the thunder pot, and there was no trace of cold grass at all.

Stunned, the cold grass Kou's vision is still the shadow of a centipede. The centipede that was killed by the blow would burst with black venom, and even if the thunder grid was affected, it would emit a rancid sound that snorted.

It was precisely because of this that Hancao Kou did not dare to let the golden silkworm go out and sweep. After all, with such a large number of poisonous centipedes pouring in, the realm of the Spirit Formation Period was a little overwhelmed. Not to mention that the golden silkworm has not yet entered the spirit building period.

"This place should not stay for a long time, evacuate quickly. Otherwise, you will be entangled here and unable to return to the sky. "The Owl couldn't see where the centipede came from, but just urged the Grass Warrior to leave this place and find a safe place to hide.

"Since you think so too, then you're welcome. After a hearty cry, Han Cao Kou clenched the fire spirit fan, chanting the magic trick in his mouth, and bursts of fire spirit power emanated from the fan.

Each magic weapon has several powerful supernatural powers, which are different from spells that require cultivation before they can be used, but when the magic weapon is formed, it is born rich. It's just that each urge consumes a lot of mana, which is a few points more expensive than the usual spells.

It is precisely this restriction that leads to the appearance of inscriptions. There are four levels of inscriptions, and in order to cast magical powers, you must require the artifact to have the lowest level of cyan inscription as a basis. After that, the higher the level of the inscription, the more powerful and terrifying the magical power will become.

Sure enough, just as Han Cao Kou expected, the fire spirit fan in his hand had already condensed enough mana. With a sudden shake out of thin air, a powerful fire aura suddenly emerged from the sky above the black empty hall, and at the same time, a huge purple fireball of ten zhang appeared like a meteorite landing.

The hall was instantly lit up, and the heat was endlessly dispersed. As the fireball fell, purple flames flooded the entire hall like a stream of water.

All the poisonous insects and centipedes covered in it were wiped out in an instant, and there were no corpses left.

It was very obvious that Hancao Kou's mana had consumed a large part of it namelessly. At this moment, he quickly packed up the treasures, and immediately flew away with the Xianyang Sword, and flew towards the surrounding attic rooms.

This huge fireball was so powerful that it instantly burned tens of thousands of poisonous insects into ashes. But it was this action that was released, and the corners were densely packed with small black centipedes.

What's worse is that these new centipedes all have thin wings, and watching the cold grass fly into the air, it is also buzzing and flying away.

Han Caokou didn't look back, but he saw this scene in his scattered spiritual sense, and his entire scalp was unnaturally numb. The Xianyang Sword under his feet couldn't help but fly at full speed.

This used the flight speed of the late stage of the spirit building, and soon left the flying centipede behind. Fortunately, these centipedes are only in the innate stage realm, and if they really enter the spirit building stage, it will be a real headache.

After a pillar of incense, Han Caokou rushed into several attics in a row, and then flew out quickly.

These attics are empty, but the flying centipedes can catch up with them.

Eventually, Coldgrass Kou found a large stone door, and pushed it into a barren cavernous wasteland.

Strangely, the flying centipedes didn't cross the gate, as if there was some order to keep them from crossing the line.

Hancao Kou didn't care so much, and followed the spell sense to chase the tanuki again.

In the dark, the Grass Cubus inadvertently broke into an underworld. On the other side, the others were not as lucky as the Grass Warriors to break into this dangerous place called the Three Bottles of Heavenly Tomb.

The Three Bottles of Heavenly Tomb is a place where few people have discovered the Miaoyin Mountain Stream, and its formation is unknown in thousands of years. In the realm of Qiannan Mansion, some powerful figures will choose a place to bury after they are seated, and the younger generations will use it to make offerings.

Some people will bury the seated person in their sphere of influence, while others will choose a quieter place to bury them. As a result, Miaoyin Mountain Stream has become a barren place that is occasionally chosen.

The terrain here is somewhat complicated, and when you look down from the heights, you can see three peaks standing like bottles. Its height is a hundred zhang high, and it is faintly submerged in the clouds, and you can only see its tail and see its top.

As for the saying of the three bottles of heaven, the monks who have been here are reluctant to come a second time. The reason for this is not to mention, but because there is a legend about the Corpse Emperor in it. This kind of existence is equivalent to the level of the infant realm, due to the viciousness of the power of the yin ghost, the ordinary infant monk is really not an opponent, and he can only hope for the wind and escape.

However, in this dangerous place, there are many sects who have buried their predecessors who sat in the sect here. There are a lot of things that accompany the funeral, and if there is a doorway, it is possible to make a fortune by speculating on this.

It's like, at this moment, on the mountainside of a certain mountain peak in Sanbaotian, a small force of more than thirty people has appeared. They were dressed in bamboo drawings, and there were men and women among them.

Three of them were late-stage Soul Cultivators, and they were standing in the back at this time exchanging something.

More than a dozen mid-stage Soul Building monks were on guard around the surroundings, and the remaining twenty or so Early-Stage Soul Building Monks took out their magic weapons and bombarded the mountain peaks indiscriminately.

The huge mana impacted, and the rubble on the mountainside splashed, gradually revealing a human-shaped passage. It's just that the sturdiness of these three bottles of heaven is incredible, obviously just ordinary stones, but under the bombardment of many spiritual cultivators, it is worthy of considerable progress.

The three people standing slowly in the back are the three principals of Xizhumen's trip.

Peng San, a man with hair tied into a slender braid, slender eyes, and a hooked nose.

Gu Hong, a thin girl who is only three feet tall, is seated by a tiger spirit pet as big as a red zhang.

Pan Lao Wei, a bad old man with no hair at all, a smooth head, and a goatee, and a slender bamboo flat shoulder pinned to his back.