Duan Heng walked very cautiously, and the dense black and swarthy holes in the wilderness made him dare not be careless.

But in fact, he has been walking for a long time, and he has not encountered any emergencies, so the demon army he saw yesterday evening was completely missing, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Duan Heng would almost have thought that he was dazzled.

It's weird.

Even if those demons capture the fortress of the Terran invasion legion, they won't disappear right now, right?

Also, Duan Heng always had a strange feeling, that is, the land he was in at the moment seemed to be cursed, very evil, very terrifying, this is not only because of the ruins here, not only because there is no vegetation growing here, but also because Duan Heng did not collect spiritual dew last night.

This situation is too abnormal, the matter of absorbing Linglu every day is almost imprinted in Duan Heng's bones, and it has evolved into an inseparable part of his life, so no matter what the situation is, no matter what the big thing is, he will try not to waste every opportunity every day.

Only in this ruin, he couldn't sense the spiritual dew, and even the vitality qi of the two core foundations in this immortal cultivation realm no longer favored here, wasn't this situation frightening enough?

So no matter what happened, he didn't want to stay here.

The ruins of the cities were far away, and by noon, Duan Heng had already run out thousands of miles on high alert, the strange thing was that there were still no demons around, they seemed to only appear in the evening, and in addition, the thick fog in the sky was also much thinner, and he could already sense the faint sunlight, and even a wisp of vitality.

A lot of fresh traces of battle began to appear ahead. But there was still no corpse to be seen, and on a slightly raised hill, Duan Heng saw the embers of the burning flames drifting, and the ruins of a large castle stood there, with a trace of blood wafting over.

With just one glance, Duan Heng determined that this place was the fortress that had been captured last night. But at this moment, there is no survivor.

There were still no corpses to be seen, and even the blood and flesh on the ground seemed to have been licked clean by some kind of monster.

Duan Heng watched from a distance, but the hairs on his body stood upside down uncontrollably.

Since this was a huge plain area, he could see clearly last night when he stood on a platform of hundreds of meters, the Terran immortal cultivators in this fortress were very powerful, the sword light like a practice, the dense thunder, and the raging lightning. The fire light like the eruption of the volcano, as well as the faint sound, all illustrate this point, and even Duan Heng thought that the people who sat in the fortress here had an emperor-level immortal cultivation master, to say the least.

However, in just a few hours, the fortress was breached, and perhaps someone would be able to escape. But most of the rest will die here.

When did the Terran invasion legion ever be so embarrassed?

Although Duan Heng had never seen them with his own eyes, he had never come into contact with these mysterious expeditionary forces. But Luo Yunrong once told him with great pride that these expeditionary forces were pressing the entire demon clan to the ground and beating them violently, and the human expeditionary force occupied the pyramid of the food chain in the entire demon domain, so that even the demon patriarch princess became a lost dog.

But now everything in front of him made Duan Heng unable to believe it. He didn't think it was an accident, nor was it that the expeditionary forces deliberately concealed the facts, so there was only one reason, and that was for the past hundred years. Something incredible must have happened in the entire Demon Domain.

Duan Heng slowed down, holding a mountain-like ice shield in one hand, and holding a mountain-like ice shield in the other, no way, it would be so troublesome without the Qiankun bag, and besides, the six-grade ice shield could not be put into the ordinary Qiankun bag, his current cold ice shield was all four-grade and fifth-grade, except for that special Qiankun bag, such as the one that Xiaoyue Ji gave to him, it was possible to fit it, otherwise it could only be held like this.

Fortunately, there was not even a single small bug around at the moment, and no one laughed at it.

Slowly stepping onto the gentle hill, Duan Heng quickly roughly determined the scale of this fortress before, it was not large, it could only be regarded as the size of a medium-sized town, according to the maximum number of soldiers that could accommodate a thousand people.

And the materials used to build this fortress are all black stones, but they are not black-scaled iron, but these solid stones seem to have been ravaged thousands of times at this moment, almost all of them have been blasted into slag, just by looking at it, Duan Heng can imagine what kind of powerful force this can cause.

There was not a single corpse in the ruins, not to mention any utensils, objects, everything, just like the ruins on the plains before, all the loot was looted.

Lingjue quickly swept through the ruins, Duan Heng still hoped to find some clues, it would be better if there was only one survivor left, because what was happening now gave him a very bad premonition, as if a storm was coming.

"Huh?"

After searching carefully in the ruins for a while, Duan Heng still made a little discovery, his spiritual sense could pass through those stones without any obstacles, and he actually found a severed finger under the heavy ruins, which fell into a gap, so it was not cleaned.

This finger was nothing, but it actually had a ring on it.

What is there to hesitate about, Duan Heng's heart moved, and a frost spread out from under his feet, and then as soon as he raised his hand, hundreds of cold ice shields quickly formed a ring defense state under the urging of the cold air, and then he began to turn over the ruins and carefully took out that finger.

It was impossible to tell if the owner was male or female, but the ring was peculiar.

To tell the truth, Duan Heng came to this immortal cultivation world, and it was rare to see an immortal cultivator wearing a ring and a necklace, on the earth, rings and necklaces are regarded as very beautiful things by people, and they contain very beautiful meanings, but in this immortal cultivation world, rings and necklaces represent the meaning of imprisoning slaves, and no one will easily want to get one.

I think that Zhou Peng stupidly asked if there was a fairy treasure like a storage ring, but he was ridiculed.

Being able to open up an independent and portable space alone, this kind of thing is definitely not something that can be done simply, even in this immortal cultivation world, it is also a very advanced technique, which is also a lot of Qiankun bags on the market have great limitations, not only the space is small, but also there are a lot of restrictions.

Otherwise, the transportation industry in this immortal cultivation realm would not be so hot.

The real space that can accommodate any item without limits can only be made by immortals.

For example, those two pieces of Heavenly Frost Jade, in this immortal cultivation realm, there will probably be very few Qiankun bags that can accommodate them.

However, the absence of a storage ring does not mean that there is no ring, in fact, Duan Heng has seen it with his own eyes, the red dragon in the underground labyrinth of the Black Wind Swing, when it turned into a human form, on the five fingers of its right hand, it wore five colorful and strangely shaped rings.

At the time, he thought it was some kind of treasure, but later he learned that it was some kind of prison tool.

And now, the ring on this finger, although it is not as good as the ring on the finger of the red dragon, is also quite extraordinary, the color is dark purple, and there are two lifelike little snakes carved on it, the head of the snake holds the tail of the snake, one is positive, one is reversed, as if it is spinning in a circle, but it also means that the ground is drawn as a prison and the meaning of banning.

Best of all, the eyes of these two little snakes still sparkle in the sunlight, as if they could come back to life at any time.

Duan Heng looked at it carefully for a long time, and then took the finger under his nose and sniffed it for a long time, and even stretched out his tongue to lick it at the end, but before he could really act, he heard a broken gong-like voice screaming and shouting, "Enough is enough! You have a problem, your mouth is full of bad breath, how disgusting, if you lick it, Lao Tzu's reputation will be in vain!"

The sound actually came from that finger, but Duan Heng was not surprised at all, but opened his mouth wider, causing the voice to cry and call his mother, and then threw it out.

And the amazing thing is that before the truncated finger hits the ground, it has already turned into a dwarf figure, but it doesn't count as a human figure, because it is just a human form.

He is no more than three feet tall, but he is carrying a huge iron pot behind his back, oh, it is a swarthy shell, a bare head, two small eyes the size of soybeans, and two shou eyebrows fluttering in the wind like two noodles.

The white beard on the chin is also a lot, neatly trimmed and neat, if you hold a cane, you can play the birthday star.

But this is a monster, or a spirit beast, of course, for the old turtle himself, he will never admit it.

Duan Heng looked at it very carefully, and finally his eyes fell on the ring on the old turtle's finger, and then he asked a little curiously: "Xuanwu, you are also a member of the Flood Desolation Divine Clan, although you are not as good as the first-class Flood Desolation Divine Clan, such as the Divine Dragon, Phoenix, Blue Bird, and Vermilion Bird, but you can also stand firm in the second rank, how can you become a slave?"

"Hmph!" The old turtle ignored Duan Heng, just shook his head and looked around for a while, before squeezing his big eyes and saying disdainfully: "Boy, you still have a little bit of eyes, where did you come from, why didn't you die in the tide of demons yesterday?"

"Hehe, old turtle, don't lie to me, although my strength is not high, but I also know what it is like to be a slave, no matter what kind of magical power you used to have, now there is only a little source power left, and I doubt that your master is dead, if I want, you will have to change to a new master in the future, so, answer me obediently, maybe we can still cooperate." Duan Heng smiled and said, now he really wants to thank Luo Yunrong for this chatter, not for the common sense that she used to nag about, he must be pinched by this old turtle now.

In fact, as long as the old turtle was trapped by the slave ring, he didn't want to regain his freedom.

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