The thirty-mile area was completely different from the places he had been before, there were dense grasses everywhere one person high, and there was a small sound from time to time while walking, and Lin Dong stopped from time to time. "There's a demon beast in front!" Lin Dong's hand tightened, and then relaxed, it was not the type of demon beast he wanted.

Lin Dong's speed was not fast, and he roughly deduced that the distance between 400 and 500 meters was between 400 and 500 meters for Meng Mei'er's imprint. Lin Dong didn't want Meng Mei'er to be lost, and he didn't want to go back again to guide her back to the right path.

Meng Meier's magic weapon, a dream-like small fork, a dream fork. A top-level magic weapon, with an avoidance of spiritual sense, infinite transfiguration and incomparably hard, almost impossible for foundation building stage cultivators to destroy. It can also send out a divine consciousness attack, which is equivalent to a full blow of the divine consciousness of a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. Meng Mei'er never cared about Lin Dong's possible resistance, just because this Dream Fork was a sharp weapon for sneak attacks, plus the divine sense attack was invincible in the Qi Refining Period, and the easy fall of several Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivators proved this.

The Dream Fork hovered overhead, and if it weren't for the waves generated by the air being cut away and Meng Mei'er's natal weapon, it would be difficult for even Meng Mei'er to discover its existence.

This Dream Fork was a Jindan cultivator's natal magic weapon that her elder grandfather had killed, and it was hard to refine it into a top-level magic weapon. Although the power has decreased a lot, it can be refined by Meng Mei'er and used as a natal weapon. Meng Mei'er constantly used mana to wash away the imprint of the original owner's existence, and it will be the best choice for the natal magic weapon in the future.

"The fourth-layer mana is about to bottom out, right? Can you let me use the natal weapon to kill you, it's enough to be proud?" Meng Mei'er affirmed that Lin Dong was capable, admitting that if she only competed for speed, she would lose. She was waiting, waiting for Lin Dong to have to recover his mana.

Lin Dong finally found the place he wanted, a piece as big as a small courtyard, and all the grass and trees were cut into pieces by some kind of sharp blade. The aura fluctuations in the air indicated that this was caused by a cultivator or demon beast using a spell similar to the Wind Blade.

Patches of blood on the ground and a pit left by a dug elixir on the ground indicate that this is a fight taking place in the old den of a demon beast.

There is a day after the battle, and then there is no demon beast back at this time, and this unlucky demon beast must have been hunted. There won't be any other monsters intruding here anytime soon. And whether the cultivator will break in by mistake, Lin Dong can't control it, it depends on luck.

"It's good luck to be able to find such a place!" Lin Dong reaffirmed that this place was the best he could find, and there was no point in looking for it any further. Lin Dong's mana was running out, and the danger in the forest made Lin Dong's spiritual sense extremely weak.

"Hehe, then Meng Mei'er is about the same as me!" Lin Dong thought with a gloomy face. He wanted Meng Mei'er to be in a state of lack of mana, which was an important part of his plan.

Lin Dong threw down two array discs on the ground, and one array disc immediately opened, forming a semi-circular protective shield with a radius of two meters to protect Lin Dong. It doesn't have many functions, just to isolate the detection of spiritual consciousness and can block a few attacks from mid-stage cultivators.

The following actions are not so understandable, Lin Dong took off his shoes and socks, and went barefoot to adapt to the discomfort caused by his cleanliness. He buried another much larger array disc in the ground, installed three high-grade spirit stones, and did not stimulate the array disk, and covered it with a piece of cloth that covered the fluctuations, and sprinkled some grass and wood chips and floating soil on it.

Lin Dong looked at his masterpiece calmly, "Very good, the spiritual sense will definitely not detect that there is a formation here." ”

"Here's full speed mana recovery!" "Plan to start the next step to see who can recover mana faster.

Lin Dong sat cross-legged on the ground, and Hui Yuan Dan swallowed one pill into his stomach. Slapped on the stomach, and the phantom entered the body. Two top-grade spirit stones were held in his hands. Ignoring the stinging pain caused by the operation of a large amount of spiritual energy in the meridians, Lin Dong began to desperately recover his mana.

Meng Mei'er in the distance kept getting closer to Lin Dong, and quickly retreated to nearly four hundred meters away from Lin Dong. "I actually used formation protection to restore mana. I hate that my mana is not much, and the mana of the Dream Fork is extremely mana-intensive, and the mana is not strong under a few blows, which is really dangerous in this demon beast forest. Meng Mei'er gritted her teeth, and she had to recover her mana first.

Meng Meier's exercises belong to the ancient exercises, which are very consistent with her spiritual roots. Meng Meier was confident that her recovery speed was much faster than Lin Dong's. When he fully recovers his mana, it would be good if Lin Dong could recover more than half of his mana at most. "You don't actually need to fully recover, more than half is enough to kill the little ant. Meng Meier smiled to herself.

When Lin Dong's mana returned to the amount he had preset, he stopped the exercises, took off the magic clothes on his body, and the flame knife slashed indiscriminately, splitting the magic clothes into pieces. It was the only way he could break the mark, or he wouldn't be able to take it there. If he wants to lure Meng Mei'er over, he must make her unable to sense herself.

Meng Mei'er frowned, "The mark has disappeared?" thought strangely, but his subordinates were not slow, "The mana recovery is more than half, it's enough! ”

Meng Mei'er hurriedly rushed towards Lin Dong, "Still there, no matter what happens, it's not enough for you to just destroy the mark, in a few breaths my Dream Fork will be able to hit you." "The Dream Fork is flying with joy, it needs the blood of a cultivator to promote its own growth.

Meng Mei'er's spiritual sense sensed Lin Dong in the formation. The formation couldn't stop her, as a formation mage, she could see at a glance that this formation would collapse like smoke if it couldn't withstand a few blows.

Lin Dong's face was solemn, no matter whether Meng Mei'er really lacked mana under his calculations, or whether he really entered his own trap as he wished, this battle would not be easy. The handkerchief that Meng Mei'er held in her hand and twisted it out of her breath was a high-grade magic weapon, which was on the same level as Lin Dong's flame knife. So casually take out a high-grade magic weapon, what about the natal magic weapon? There must be a lot of good Dong in the hand, and the hole cards are strong enough. "Which of you and I is stronger and who is weak, it depends on your and my means! Don't be too careless. ”

The fluctuation of the spirit rune in Meng Mei'er's hand became violent, and Lin Dong's shouting could already be heard, "This senior brother, I am a disciple of the Fire Alchemy Pill Sect!"

Lin Dong watched Meng Mei'er pounce on him, a cyan robe was shrouded, and a young man's face was full of pockmarks. Lin Dong turned his hand and gently pinched a stack of spirit runes, but it was not activated. Meng Mei'er was still too far away, and Lin Dong needed her to get closer. Meng Mei'er is also calculating the best attack distance of her dream fork, following for such a long time, just waiting for this moment!

"It's here!" With a soft cry in his heart, Lin Dong's blood and qi surged, and the spirit rune in his hand was stimulated with all his might. A big fireball slammed into Meng Mei'er with a terrifying high temperature, extinguish your majesty first!.

A cultivator of the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Period walked out of the teleportation array of the Demon Slaying City, and the three-inch hideous scar on his face coupled with the thick bloody qi that permeated his whole body made the demon beast master who managed the teleportation not dare to be a little contemptuous, and he didn't even dare to curry favor.

"A fourth-layer minor cultivator also wants my silver medal killer to dispatch the Killing Temple. If it weren't for the promise given by Wang Chong's kid, I wouldn't have been too lazy to do it. Scarface smirked, "Maybe I can play with my boning sword and see if this penance will make that little cultivator cut out a few more pieces?"