I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 332: Killing Cave
Luo Qian's skinny old face became noticeably more serious.

The red robe emitted magical power fluctuations, and a faint glow of fire emanated from it, forming a light shield that enveloped his entire body. The cold wind that was blowing towards him was completely repelled outside and could not get close.

Not only are all kinds of energies in the Youhuang Ruins turbulent and disordered, but there are also some evil and demonic auras floating around. Even with Luo Qian's level of cultivation, he is unwilling to be exposed to such a harsh environment, lest his body and spirit be contaminated for a long time, which would require time to refine and eliminate after returning to the city.

Xia Daoming has a strong physique, surging blood and powerful spiritual awareness. The impact of this harsh environment on him is minimal compared to other people.

However, Xia Daoming still flipped his hand, and a green bead slowly rose into the air, hanging above his head, shedding green light and covering his entire body.

This bead was exactly the green bead that he had snatched from Jie Xiu in his early years.

Although it is not a powerful defensive weapon, its wood attribute is just right for his use, so he has kept it in his storage ring.

I just happened to take it out and use it today.

Soon, everyone went their separate ways.
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Ten days later, somewhere in the desolate ruins.

There were an old man and a young man walking in the howling cold wind.

Suddenly, the young man raised his hand and a green light shot out and disappeared into the dark and cold wind not far away.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Several extremely shrill and creepy ghost cries suddenly sounded in the direction where the green light disappeared.

Then, a green light flew out from the dark and cold wind and fell into Xia Daoming's hand, revealing a misty green flying sword. It was the Green Mist Sword bestowed by the sect leader Yue Huang.

"Daoming, your spiritual awareness is so powerful that even I, an old man, cannot compare to you!" Luo Qian couldn't help but admire Xia Daoming for once again discovering the evil spirit lurking in the dark and preparing to attack them earlier than him.

During the ten days of reconnaissance and patrol, they did not find any trace of the demons, but they encountered several groups of evil spirits every day.

With their strength, it is not difficult to kill evil spirits, but once they are approached by those evil spirits, it will not be a comfortable thing, and they may even have some of their yang energy absorbed.

The best way is to kill or defeat the evil spirits before they get close to you.

As a result, during these ten days, Xia Daoming was the first to discover the existence of evil spirits many times.

At first, Luo Qian thought it was just a coincidence or his own carelessness.

But after doing it many times, Luo Qian realized that this kid's spiritual awareness might be even stronger than that of him, a veteran mid-stage Jindan cultivator.

Xia Daoming smiled noncommittally.

His spiritual awareness is already comparable to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, so it would be excessive for him to be more modest.

Besides, he has cultivated the magical power of the Golden Roc Sky Eye, so how could a mere evil spirit escape his eyes?

Seeing that Xia Daoming did not yield, Luo Qian's heart skipped a beat: "Sure enough! It looks like another Zuo Dongge!"

"Hey, someone is coming!" Xia Daoming was just about to put away the Green Mist Sword when suddenly a golden light flashed in the depths of his eyes and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

Because with the help of the Golden Roc Sky Eye Technique, he had seen clearly that the person walking in the dark wind was none other than the short and fat middle-stage Jindan cultivator who had left the city with them ten days ago.

At that time he was accompanied by four foundation-building monks, but now he was traveling alone.

Not only that, he also lost his left arm.

"Someone is really coming!" After being reminded by Xia Daoming, Luo Qian felt a breath approaching.

However, in the darkness, a cold wind was raging, stirring up gusts of sand. Luo Qian was unable to see the person clearly for the time being.

"It's him! Why is he the only one here?" Soon, the short and fat monk who was missing his left arm finally appeared in Luo Qian's sight. After Luo Qian saw the other party clearly, his face changed slightly.

The short and fat monk suddenly realized that there were people in front of him and subconsciously wanted to dodge. After seeing clearly that it was Xia Daoming and Luo Qian, he hesitated for a moment, but still went to meet them.

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Luo and Fellow Daoist Xia from Qingyuan Sect." The short and fat monk transformed an illusory left arm and bowed with his right arm.

"It's Brother Tian. Where is your left arm and the people who accompanied you?" Luo Qian bowed slightly in return and then asked.

"They were all thrown into the killing cave!" The short and fat monk looked frightened.

"Have you entered the killing cave? What's the situation inside?" Luo Qian's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he blurted out.

"Inside?" Upon hearing this, the short and fat monk couldn't help showing a trace of fear in his eyes. After a long time, his face turned pale and he gasped, "If I don't go into the killing cave, no matter how dangerous it is, I will never believe it. I think that with my own strength, even if I can't find the White Tiger Blood Pearl, I will have no problem protecting myself.

As a result, after entering the killing cave, I realized that it was even more dangerous than the rumors said. The wind was as sharp as a knife, and evil spirits were rampant. If you were not careful, you would trigger the restrictions left over from the ancient times, and even be dragged into the space cracks formed by the ancient war. My four men and I had just entered the killing cave for less than half an hour when one of my men was directly sucked dry by an evil spirit, and another was strangled to pieces by the oncoming evil tornado.

After only one hour, I and my only remaining subordinate triggered the restriction. Fortunately, the restriction was incomplete and had lost much of its power after the passage of time. I also knew some formations and restrictions, so I was lucky enough to escape. As for my subordinate and my left arm, they were completely trapped in the restriction.

I was thinking of giving it a try, but now I know that even if there is a White Tiger Blood Pearl in the Slaughter Cave, it is not something we can covet. Forget it, forget it, this is how life is, we might as well go to the secular world and enjoy the rest of our life, haha! Let’s go, let’s go!”

When the monk surnamed Tian finished speaking, he suddenly burst into tears, laughed out loud, and walked away in a mad manner.

Watching the monk named Tian disappear in the quiet wind, Luo Qian's face turned pale and his heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice kiln.

Xia Daoming frowned slightly, and asked thoughtfully, "Is Elder Luo's application to serve this time related to the White Tiger Blood Pearl?"

Luo Qian didn't answer for a long while, and then he sighed: "I am already over 400 years old, and I used some secret techniques in my early years, which shortened my lifespan. Now I only have 30 to 40 years left.

With this amount of lifespan, let alone the Nascent Soul Great Dao, even the late Golden Core Great Dao is impossible. In this case, it would be better to use this remaining lifespan to make a little contribution to the sect and fight for a Golden Core Great Dao for my daughter.

But now it seems that this is just my wishful thinking. If I really enter the killing cave, I will basically die in vain."

At this point, Luo Qian seemed to suddenly remember something. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Xia Daoming. He said sternly, "I am a mortal body. If I really have to die, I will die. But you are different. You are extremely talented and a Nascent Soul seedling. You are related to the prosperity of the sect. You must not be arrogant and rush into the killing cave."

"Elder Luo, do you think I am an arrogant person?" Xia Daoming looked at Luo Qian with a complicated expression, then asked back with a serious face.

After spending the past ten days together like a shadow and seeing Luo Qian's good intentions as a father, Xia Daoming was somewhat unwilling to lie to Luo Qian with open eyes, so he had to answer with a rhetorical question.

As for what Luo Qian thinks, that is his business.

Sure enough, Luo Qian relaxed after hearing this, nodded and said, "That's good, I was worrying too much. Generally, geniuses like you are arrogant and show off their talents. Your master had eyes on his forehead.

But you are an exception. If Luo Mu hadn't bullied me back then, I would never have known about you. This time, if you hadn't served with me, it would probably have taken some time for me to know that you had become a Jindan cultivator."

Xia Daoming felt a little guilty when he saw that Luo Qian was truly relieved for him.

But unless it was a life-and-death situation, Xia Daoming would definitely not reveal his true colors.

This is his golden rule for saving his life in this world.

Luo Qian naturally didn't know that the guy in front of him was much more low-key than he had imagined.

Seeing that Xia Daoming didn't say anything, he thought that he had predicted everything. He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly fixed his gaze and said, "The Killing Cave is not far from here. Let's go to the entrance of the cave and take a look."

Half an hour later.

The two stood in front of a huge cave.

The entrance of the cave was nearly a hundred feet in radius. A dark, evil wind rolled out from it, forming tornadoes and hurricanes that roared away into the distance.

The two looked down.

At first glance, it was as deep and unfathomable as an abyss. Dark winds blew up strange whirlpools inside. When people looked at it, they could not help but feel creepy, as if they were about to be sucked into an endless dark hell by the whirlpools.

In addition to the whimpering of the wind, there were also various creepy sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

This is one of the most dangerous forbidden areas in the Great Xuan Realm, the Killing Cave.

It is rumored that in the distant past, a great war took place here, causing the space to be shattered and become a desolate ruin.

A golden light flashed in the depths of Xia Daoming's eyes.

His sight was immediately able to penetrate the dark wind whirlpools of varying sizes and see deeper and farther places inside the cave.

Just by looking at it, Xia Daoming frowned immediately.

Nearly a hundred feet below the vortex, the passage suddenly changed from one to seven, and it was unknown how many forks there were at the back.

Not only that, the stone walls of the passage were sparkling with a thick layer of ice, and there were ghosts and evil spirits lying on them, as if waiting for their prey to come.

Luo Qian's sight was blocked by the dark vortex of Yin wind, and he couldn't see very far, but even so, he took a breath of cold air and said solemnly: "No wonder it is rumored that the Yuanying ancestors are unwilling to go deep into the killing cave. The Yinsha Phantom Wind at the entrance of this cave is several times colder and more severe than outside. If you go deeper, I'm afraid you will need to sacrifice magic weapons to truly block the erosion of the Yinsha Phantom Wind.

Not to mention that if you go deep into the cave, you have to be on guard against ghosts, space cracks and residual restrictions. If so, even with my cultivation level, I am afraid I have to move forward as soon as possible and cannot delay at the periphery, otherwise my mana will be exhausted before I reach the depths. As for those foundation-building cultivators who want to enter the killing cave to pick up loopholes, it is simply wishful thinking and will lead to their death in vain. "

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