Tianpan Mountain is a holy land for Gu cultivators. Even fourth-level Gu insects can sense it. Pan Yin pointed at the golden villain.

Her second Nascent Soul sensed it briefly, immediately pointed in a direction, and drove away with the golden light, followed closely by Pan Yin.

In this secret realm, the strength of this second Nascent Soul might even exceed hers.

Tianpan Mountain, the fifth-level Gu insect must be mine!

Pan Yin didn't know what he thought of, and the scorpion tattoo on his face squirmed.

Beyond the mysterious realm of the valley.

Fang Xi's deity had affixed a breathing charm, found a sand dune, dug a hole, and sat cross-legged to meditate.

He did not rely on his powerful spiritual consciousness to spy on what was going on at the entrance to the secret realm.

After all, even Nangong Li has a four-eared aye-aye, and there are countless strange people and strangers in the world of immortality. Maybe there are people who are particularly outstanding in spiritual consciousness who can detect the prying eyes.

The surveillance method used by Fang Xi was naturally still wooden puppets!

Far away from the light beam in the secret realm, several Haloxylon ammodendron trees stand quietly.

And among the tree trunks, there is a very common desert lizard wooden golem.

This was made by Fang Xi after reading the description of the detection puppet in "The Secret Book of Thousand Machines" and using local materials.

Just put the seeds of the secondary demon tree into a desert lizard, and you're done.

These wooden puppets really don't even have any attack power and no demonic aura.

It is just an ordinary animal and will not be taken seriously by immortal cultivators.

Coupled with his natural ability to restrain his aura and blend with the vegetation, he is still very qualified as a Tanqian.

"Um?"

At this time, through the wooden puppet's perspective, Fang Xi saw that under the distant light pillar, the original brilliance of the monk's fighting skills suddenly disappeared.

Instead, a huge white flying boat landed in the sky above the entrance to the secret realm with an attitude of oppressing all living beings.

A cold snort filled with murderous intent sounded: "This secret realm has belonged to the Holy Fire Cult. If you want to die, you can come!"

This cold snort seemed to contain some spiritual attack.

Some cultivators with low cultivation level even had splitting headaches, and even the escape from light was shaky, and they couldn't help but scatter in fear.

Not long after, disciples of the Holy Fire Sect wearing white robes with red flame emblems on their backs appeared and began to seal off the surroundings of the mysterious realm of the valley.

However, they could not discover the wooden puppet, let alone Fang Xi's true form.
Chapter completed!