Seeing the image of this demon-eating immortal, Du Xuan had a basic judgment on its ultimate killing move. Logically speaking, the other party was just an immortal, and he was not the ultimate immortal. He was a golden immortal, so he didn't have to be so careful and suppress it casually. However, Du Xuan understood that too many masters had capsized in the gutter.

Think about it, even the Buddha of Tathagata was able to be plotted against by a scorpion spirit. What is his cultivation level? How can he be proud of?

After the immortals of the Demon Eater clan arrived, they ran directly to the north, ignoring the intention of other places. Du Xuan was not surprised because he had seen that the east, south and west directions were already bumpy and incomplete, and only the north was slightly better. Du Xuan estimated that if it weren't for the other thirty-five demons that had strictly restricted the Demon Eater clan, I was afraid that the three parties would have been gone long ago and would have nothing.

There is no way, the demon-eating race is so edible.

Du Xuan knew these things, so he was naturally hiding in the north waiting for the rabbit.

The demon-eating immortal looked big and clumsy, but his movement speed was not slow. Especially when he saw a small earth vein hidden underground in front of him, his eyes shone and ran like flying.

Before reaching this small earth vein, the demon-eating immortals did not use any secret magic to dig or take it. They directly pounced on the ground, and the huge pig's mouth with two pointed fangs arched directly on it.

"Hmph--"

Accompanied by the sound, the demon-eating immortals, together with the basically useless soil, rocks, and weeds, were all swallowed into their stomachs. These things were useless to normal immortals. However, under Du Xuan's eyes, during the swallowing process, the strength of the demon-eating immortals had increased a little. Although the improvement was very limited, it was indeed improved.

At this moment, even Du Xuan couldn't help but envy the innate supernatural powers of the demon-eating tribe. For them, practicing is to eat. The more you eat, the better you eat, the faster you practice, and the higher your strength. There is no bottleneck at all. Eating it will save all things!

But soon, Du Xuan came back from this myth. He knew that this was a good thing and a bad thing. All things were born in nature and never occupied everything. It seemed that the demon-eating race had the most unique talent, but the demon-eating race was not powerful. Since its birth, there have not been many people who have cultivated into the Daluo Golden Immortal. Perhaps it was the operation of the heavenly way and maintain balance, or perhaps there was no limit to the heavenly way. It was just a simple jealousy of creatures, which made them on the verge of extermination at all times. It was not until they could grow up that other races joined forces to suppress them into scum.

Think about it, even though they are in danger of being in their own way, none of them are willing to let go of restrictions on the demon-eating race, which shows that.

The appetite of the demon-eating race was really good. Without seeing the belly fat, in the blink of an eye, he ate a ten-foot pit in the area, and ate it to the source of the earth vein. At this moment, the demon-eating race immortal became even more excited and accelerated his speed. He walked along the earth vein like a big hole, and kept consuming it.

Du Xuan was not in a hurry and let the demon-eating immortal finish this small earth vein. After all, the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers! He has to eat enough to do things. Besides, for him, this is also the last meal, and this humanitarian spirit must be paid attention to.

This small vein was not long, only a dozen feet long, and soon the demon-eating immortals finished swallowing it. However, he did not return along the way, but forced himself to go up the spot, eating the soil and stones all the way, and ate it out.

Seeing this scene, Du Xuan suddenly thought of the most suitable job for the demon-eating tribe, which is to build underground palaces and mountain palaces for various forces. Think about it, if there are not a hundred or eighty things like this, then there will be more big forces. In order to build these palaces, it is easy to waste people and money.

However, if these are left to the demon-eating race, it would be much simpler. With their monk-level control, they are simply natural carving masters, and any structural patterns can be produced by eating sculptures. This is simply zero cost for major forces, but for the demon-eating race, there is a very large source of food. Especially when those major forces establish underground palaces and mountain palaces, there is no good place, even if it is soil, sand and gravel, they all carry rich spiritual energy, which can be said to be a great supplement to them.

As long as the gourmets are willing to do it, it can be said that it can not only alleviate their external pressure, but also allow more powerful people in their clan to improve the abilities of their entire clan. Of course, the only disadvantage is that the restrictions on the gourmets will become more difficult and it is easy for them to grow bigger.

Du Xuan was thinking here, but the demon-eating immortal ate from the ground. Du Xuan stopped these things at once and started to act. He stepped forward and in an instant, he came to the demon-eating immortal and pointed at its eyebrows.

"Boom--"

At that time, the soul of the immortal demon-eating clan suffered a heavy blow, was drowsy and dizzy, and his body was shaking left and right. But, the tail of half-pig and half-scorpion behind him spontaneously bounced up like lightning and shot towards Du Xuan. It was extremely fast and could almost reach the extreme level of immortality.

If Du Xuan hadn't been prepared for it, he would have really been surprised.

At this moment, Du Xuan pointed out and a fairy light burst out, directly knocking the scorpion tail backwards. However, while the scorpion tail flew backwards, a small needle about an inch was shot out from the tail hook, which was blue and faster.

Du Xuan let out a muffled groan, and the natural magic power of the God Boat in Refusing Life moved the changes of time and made him stop. At this moment, he felt that his caution was right. A strange demon like the Demon Eater tribe, although it may not be very good in combat, no one knows what strange things they have eaten or possessed.

For those who are in the same level of great sect, Du Xuan, who have fierce combat power and strong superior combat power, the last thing they want to encounter is strange techniques or foreign objects. Think about Yang Jian of Taoism and Sun Wukong of Buddhism, they have all suffered losses. The lessons of the past and the teacher of the later sects, Du Xuan has been warning himself that he must not make the same mistake again.

After all, if you are wrong, people will say they didn’t expect it; if you are wrong, people will say they were mistaken and careless; if you are third, no one will have any good things, they will only say that this is a fool. Du Xuan doesn’t want to be a fool.
Chapter completed!