Cultivating immortals is a hard job

Just as he passed a tortoise-shell-shaped island, Mo Xun frowned and stopped suddenly.

In midair, he put one hand behind his back and looked deeply at the empty sky in the distance.

"Brother Bai, did you find anything?"

Chi Yan is also a cautious character.

Or in other words, no one who can cultivate to this level is a fool, whether human or demon.

As soon as he found that Mo Xun was abnormal, he released his spiritual sense without hesitation and searched the small island, which was only a few miles in range, carefully.

Mo Xun threw out a conch-shaped thing.

This is a common sound transmission conch in the demon sea, which Mo Xun got from a demon tribe market not long ago.

"Brother Chi can go alone first. I suddenly remembered an old friend nearby and need to go to pay a visit. After the matter is done, I will go to find my brother."

After that, Mo Xun flashed and turned into a white escape light, rushing away.

Only the big-eared spirit raccoon was left, still a little messy in the wind.

Thousands of miles away, Mo Xun stopped in mid-air again and looked in the direction he came from.

After half a day, he changed direction again and disappeared on the spot until he was sure that Chi Yan did not follow.

The reason why he wanted to get rid of the other party was because he found a sense of familiarity in this sea area.

A picture of decades ago gradually emerged in front of him.

It was a dark night with heavy rain!

An injured silver-eyed green dry beast hurried here and buried a scallop in a panic on an unnamed island.

This scallop is a storage magic weapon of the demon clan, called storage armor!

After burying the things, the beast was about to leave when it was suddenly caught up by a transformed demon beast.

This man looked like a young man, with silver eyes in the dark night, which was very deterrent!

Both of them had reached the level of demon spirits.

Without saying a few words, they immediately started fighting.

Mo Xun had been wandering in the sea of ​​monsters for several years. Although he had seen fighting between monsters, it was rare.

He was in the second level of illusion at that time. He stayed aside and watched the fight easily because it was difficult for others to find him.

But who knew that not long after, another little monster king came.

Since being discovered by Purple Saint Heavenly Monarch, Mo Xun knew that even in the second level of illusion, it was difficult to escape the perception of the Nascent Soul level, so he did not dare to stay for long and left the scene quickly.

Originally, he wanted to come back and take a look later, but then he experienced other things, so he completely forgot about it.

If he hadn't come here, he would have almost forgotten this past that had been sealed for decades.

What he was thinking about was naturally the storage armor.

I don't know if this thing was taken away by the little monster king who arrived later.

Mo Xun began to search around slowly according to his memory.

In his impression, there seemed to be a circle of dense reefs nearby.

However, after so many years, and with the participation of the demon king at that time, it is hard to say whether the original topography has been destroyed beyond recognition.

He lingered in the sea area within a radius of ten thousand miles for two days.

Seeing that the ruins palace was about to open, just when he wanted to give up, he found it by chance.

This is also a small island, with a range of only a dozen miles.

The outline of the entire island is a bit like a slender leaf.

When Mo Xun landed, the traces left by the war had long been covered by dense vegetation.

At a glance, the island is lush and green, with flowers and birds thriving, and the spiritual energy is not bad.

If it were not a little small, it would be a quiet place for retreat and cultivation.

There are countless islands like this in the entire boundless demon sea. Some of them have owners, and some are desolate all year round.

The demon clan is not divided into sects like the five domains, and many are divided according to ethnic groups.

To put it simply, it is a bit like a family of immortal cultivators.

Of course, there are also many independent cultivators who fight alone, like Chi Yan.

As for cities and markets, although they are not as large as those of the human race, they do exist.

It's just that the things that can be sold in the market are quite rough.

The monster race is not good at pills and weapons, and has no concept of formations. Most of what they can sell are some unprocessed spiritual herbs and demon pills, or animal skins, blood and bones, and there are some materials and ores.

For example, magic tools such as storage armor and sound transmission conch are already what they can show off.

When trading, it is still calculated according to spirit stones, but barter is also possible.

For monsters, there are two main cultivations.

One is physical speed, and the other is innate magical power!

Although monsters can open their spiritual intelligence much later than humans, they have many advantages in other aspects.

For example, life span, innate magical power, and cultivation advancement, etc.

Of course, this is not so absolute. Some monsters, after transforming, actually took the initiative to learn the alchemy and weapon refining of the human race, and their attainments may not be inferior to many human cultivators.

Mo Xun has seen more than one or two such cases.

The sea breeze blew, and the air was full of damp fishy smell.

Mo Xun stood in the middle of the island, closed his eyes slightly, and then spread his consciousness without reservation.

Because of the Jing Yuan Gong, his current consciousness range and condensation level, although he dare not say that it is comparable to the Nascent Soul, is definitely more than one level stronger than the cultivators of the same level!

At least so far, he has not found anyone who can transform his consciousness into a physical form in the realm of Jindan.

This state of concentration lasted for more than half an hour.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the next moment, his figure disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had come to the bottom of a dense tree canopy.

Pushing aside the weeds, a protruding rock under his feet left a trace of claw marks that was about to be weathered, which was obviously done deliberately by someone.

He saw a flash of golden light in his hand, and took out the golden rainbow halberd that was almost losing its spirituality.

Although most of this thing was destroyed, it could be used to split mountains and rocks, and it was still quite sharp.

After a muffled sound, a large pit of about ten feet was dug out of the surface rock layer.

And in Mo Xun's hand, there was a gray-white scallop slightly larger than his palm.

At this moment, he had the same one hanging on his waist.

After untying the restrictions on it and letting his consciousness penetrate into it, Mo Xun's brows wrinkled unconsciously.

It was actually empty inside!

What happened?

A demon spirit comparable to the peak of the Jindan stage, took great pains to bury an empty storage armor here?

Or did he find the wrong place?

He spread his consciousness again and searched the area carefully, but found nothing else.

Mo Xun looked at the scallop in front of him, his heart full of surprise.

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