It seems that the people speculated that it should be a bit real. These guys are really preparing to underestimate them, and they are so powerful!

Duan De no longer considered whether he could go out alive. He was already numb. He would not experience too much in such despair.

In the small hill, three monks stared at the junior uncle, falling and holding the two hands constantly changing the colors of their hands. They didn't know what they were doing? Don't you know that if you make a little noise now, there will be a catastrophe?

Duan De really didn't worry about this. Although his hands looked very powerful, there was no fluctuation. This was confirmed by Beigong Lin. His hands seemed to be without any threat. The black destruction Beigong Lin had already seen its strange power.

In fact, Duan De almost understood the general principle of this destruction, which is that the thunder of destruction will directly decompose the things sucked in, absorb the energy that is beneficial to Duan De, and directly erase the useless ones, and completely erase the slag.

However, it also takes a certain amount of time to complete this process. If you inhale too much at one time, you will feel like you are overeating. Duan De doesn’t know what it feels like to burst, but he won’t try it.

Now there are only two hands left on the body. If one is missing, how should he get along? If you look for an opportunity, you should try the red one. What is the purpose of this.

Holding his left hand that had all turned into scarlet, Duan De glanced at the people beside him, and he really had a desire to try it. When he stared at him, he was creepy. He didn't have a fart reaction when he hit the stone. I wonder what would happen if he hit someone?

"If you dare to touch me with that dirty hand, I will cut your extra leg!"

Beigong Lin clenched her silver teeth and squeezed out a sentence from the gap between her teeth to make Duan De's chrysanthemum tighten.

Chixia and Lan Meng glanced at the two of them in a deep sense, and Duan De took back his left hand awkwardly, making it normal.

There is no difference between day and night here, so we can only judge the time by the monk's already disordered biological clock. The four of them quietly checked the approximate time and had been sitting here for half a month.

In recent days, the "radar" that has been sweeping around has finally become sparse, but it is even more difficult to deal with. If you want to go out, you are afraid of being discovered. There is no rule to follow in the spiritual consciousness that has been sweeping. When will others think about it and when will they come?

This is what monks don’t have to worry about eating, drinking, defecation, or urinating. Ordinary people will have to suffocate to death.

"I would have known that I had set up a formation, but now I don't dare to move."

Duan De regrets not falling. It is really a perseverance to sit so stupidly.

The sudden appearance of naked earth made several people's hearts reach their throats. What did they do when they ran over?

"Let's go, it's not safe here. Don't ask too much. The habitat is not far from here for the time being. You should be able to reach a stick of incense. Let's talk about other things when you get there!"

After everyone had their spiritual sense swept over, they immediately set off. Duan De put away the formation and moved them together. The spiritual sense did not dare to sweep around them randomly, and they gathered around them for about ten miles to stick to the ground. There was no accident along the way and they reached their goal safely.

The hiding place was just below the underground river mentioned in the naked land. The layout was indeed quite secret. At least Duan De, who was standing next to him, found nothing unusual. It seemed that these guys were also a kind of genius.

A space of about ten feet was opened under the riverbed, with a hall in the middle, and six stone chambers were carved around it, all covered by formations. As long as there is no big noise, the outside will not notice it.

Everyone entered the group and breathed a sigh of relief. The few people who were so suffocated stretched their stiff bodies and sat around and discussed what to do in the future.

Except Duan De, no one else can practice here. Not to mention that there is no spiritual energy, the air is covered with poison-like demonic energy. If this continues, the combat power of the other people will gradually begin to decrease. It is not a long-term solution to hide here.

"Even if we can't get out, we have to send out the spatial coordinates here, so that people from the sect can deal with it. It will definitely not work if we continue to stay here. I think that after a while, after they relax their vigilance, they will have to start looking for ways to send or a way out."

The people were so frowning that they were so sad that they stayed here, even though they were blocked by formations, they could not avoid the erosion of the body by the demonic energy. This kind of life like waiting for death made them anxious.

"Is there a mysterious organization here? And the combat power of the demon tribe here is obviously not the Hanlin Demon Land. Are the slags all grown up from demon babies?"

Duan De asked what he had been wandering in his heart for a long time.

He turned naked and looked at the junior uncle. He had heard of Duan De's actions in the Hanlin Demon Land. He knew that this young master with a fierce face was not a good man and a trustworthy woman.

"The demon clan here is the demonic infant growing up. The mysterious organization is not the demon clan, but the real human cultivator. I just don't understand why the demon clan grew up in the demonic infant will not have any obstacles in cultivation and combat power. However, in the environment where there is no demonic energy in the cultivator world, the combat power must be reduced, just like we are here. The demon clan in the Hanlin Demon Land is not called the demon clan. In the words of the demon clan themselves, it is called the "demon puppet". It is just that it is taken over by the lowest race of the demon clan. Is the combat power not scum?"

"Now we are exchanging our identities with the demon clan, and I don't know if we can see the sun outside again?"

Lan Meng sighed a little pessimistically.

"This is not important. What is important is that this place must be destroyed. There is really a day when demons are rampant in the world of cultivators. The demons who go out here are the most dangerous existences. The enemies lurking around you openly are far more dangerous than what you can see in front of you, so we cannot die here easily."

Naruto obviously belongs to the kind of person who is typified by a great hero.

Duan De said in confusion: "These demon babies are cultivating their magical path? Is the lurking demon babies the spiritual energy they cultivate? Will there be no conflict?"

"It is normal for uncle to know that the demon baby here specializes in the magic path. Those scattered outside will naturally practice the spiritual energy path. For the conflict between souls and spiritual energy, I don't know when they have already been breached."

"Even if the spiritual consciousness invades their sea of ​​consciousness, they can't tell anything. The demonic nature in their souls is compressed into the body of the soul and becomes a golden elixir. Except for themselves, no one knows who is the demon clan and who is the monk."

"But the success rate of this approach is not high. According to the information we have received is one in a million, which means that only one of every million demon babies can become lurking. You can imagine how precious such people are in the demon race. Uncle Master doesn't need to worry too much."

Duan Decai is not worried, worried about being useful, isn’t there a lot of “human traitors” in the lurking demon clan? Can there be less information channels? (To be continued)
Chapter completed!