The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Feng Jing was surprised by the recovery speed of these sand scorpions, and Yunying was also thoughtful.

If only the intelligence of the sixth-level sand scorpions was different from ordinary monsters, it might be an accident. However, the entire sand scorpion community is so mature and rational, and it is worth thinking about how quickly it can be rebuilt.

There is a long tunnel outside the Sand Scorpion's lair. People cannot enter it. They can only send their spiritual consciousness in to check.

After this inspection, Yunying felt that there was something wrong even more.

The inside of the nest is as neat and orderly as a palace.Inside, large and small sand scorpions kept moving, taking various materials in their mouths to build a vast and complex nest.

This was quite surprising, but compared to the other thing, it seemed less surprising.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's the concealment formation." Feng Jing's eyes widened in disbelief.

Yunying remained silent.

Indeed, the shape of the entire Sand Scorpion's lair is like a hiding formation.

Although this breath-hiding array is not as powerful as Yinxue, after all, Sand Scorpion is just a group of small monsters with the highest fourth level. It does not pose much threat to the monks. The mentality of underestimating the enemy and the effect of the breath-hiding array will naturally not let it. People have doubts.

With such a large formation, it’s no wonder those monks didn’t see the problem before.

After all, the monks who can enter the Kelan Desert are only one in a million, and their abilities cannot be underestimated. It makes no sense that so many people are attracted, but no one notices anything wrong.

If Yunying hadn't seen the unusual behavior of the sixth-order sand scorpions early in the morning, she would not have suspected that there was something wrong with these sand scorpions.

"I've never heard of Sand Scorpions having such wisdom. Have they mutated?" Feng Jing murmured.

"It's not that easy to mutate." Yunying mused and looked at the sand scorpion's lair, "And the body surface of mutated monsters often changes, just like your fire spider. After mutating, it will have strange fire on its body. The color of these sand scorpions does not show any signs of mutation."

Yunying said, spreading her spiritual consciousness upward.

She suddenly remembered that the quicksand here looked familiar.

The Kelan Desert is full of yellow sand, and everything is similar. If you don't distinguish it carefully, it's easy to lose track of which direction is which.Therefore, Yunying didn't think of it at first, but after realizing the anomaly of Sand Scorpion and starting to observe the area carefully, she immediately remembered it.

This place is very similar to the scene in Mirage's memory.

When they first entered the Kelan Desert, the mirage they encountered was a female nun who died in the desert for no reason.

Although the mirage died on the edge of the desert, this place is in the center of the desert.But if you look closely, the yellow sand hills in front of you are exactly the same as the last scene in the mirage's memory.

Yunying's memory is extraordinary, not to mention that scene is a memory that Mirage has a deep obsession with. It has been burned into Yunying's spiritual platform, and there is no possibility of blurring it.

After a careful comparison, Yunying determined that this place was exactly the same as the place where the mirage was killed.

Yunying told Feng Jing about this, and Feng Jing immediately thought of something and exclaimed: "Xiao Miao! Sky-eating knife!"

Yunying nodded slightly.

They are no longer the ignorant little monks they were before. Xiao Miao's experience is exactly the same as that of a mirage, except that one is alive and the other is dead.

Xiao Miao's body was destroyed by the fire and sand of the Sky-Eating Sword, so couldn't the death of the mirage be caused by the other quarter of the Sky-Eating Sword?
"This is not a good thing." Feng Jing thought about this clearly and immediately frowned.