Chapter 352

Ning Zhuo decided to go to the valley in the west of the mountain to investigate.

Sun Lingtong felt the breath of adventure and immediately shouted: "Little Zhuo, you cover me, I will go and investigate myself!"

The two first drove the clouds, moved away from Mount Wuyin, and after landing in a corner, Ning Zhuo pulled the Ten Thousand Mile Wandering Dragon from his waist.

The Ten Thousand Mile Wandering Dragon shot out strange light from its eyes, covering Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong.

In this strange light, the figures of Sun and Ning rapidly shrank, and following the light pillar, after a few breaths, they drilled into the Ten Thousand Mile Wandering Dragon.

A moment later, the two drove the Ten Thousand Mile Wandering Dragon and came to Mount Wuyin again.

Sun Lingtong curled his lips, the Nascent Soul level Ten Thousand Mile Wandering Dragon could be large or small, and its ability to restrain its aura was also very good, allowing them to be inside and explore safely.

"But this is not fun at all," Sun Lingtong sighed, looking at Ning Zhuo who was carefully controlling the mechanism beside him, "Little Zhuo is good at everything, just a bit too cautious."

Gradually flying into the valley in the west of the mountain, the sunlight was gradually swallowed by the towering mountain walls, and the surroundings gradually became cold.

Moss covered the rocks, moisture was pervasive, and the mud was dim. The cliffs were towering, ancient trees were intertwined, and the mountain wind blew, making the branches and leaves make a faint rustling sound, as if whispering in a low voice.

The Ten Thousand Mile Wandering Dragon went deep into the situation, the light and shadow became dimmer, and the dull and thick smell of mud seemed to block the mouth and nose, giving people a feeling of suffocation.

The mottled tree shadows became more and more strange, and the fog circled the forest, actually full of demonic atmosphere.

"Look there!" Sun Lingtong pointed to a place.

In the image created by the spell, there was a piece of white land.

The Ten Thousand Mile Wandering Dragon sneaked quietly, came to the vicinity, and discovered that it was actually a bone burial pile, covering a large area. A large number of wild animal corpses and human bones were piled up at will.

Ning Zhuo scanned it and found hundreds of human corpses, and couldn't help but look solemn.

This was just what was revealed on the surface of the bone burial pile; there must be more human remains inside the bone pile!

"This is a sign of some demonic art being performed. There is at least one demon cultivator here!" Ning Zhuo said after checking these remains.

Sun Lingtong analyzed: "There are many Foundation Establishment level demon beasts among the remains; the demon cultivator here is extraordinary, at least at the Jin Dan level."

Ning Zhuo frowned slightly: "If a demon cultivator is hiding here, according to common sense, if the Fox God couldn't handle it herself, she should report it. Why didn't she do that? Instead, she gave the clues to us?"

He controlled the Ten Thousand Mile Wandering Dragon, like a small flying insect, very inconspicuous, sticking to the ground, flying in the weeds, and continuing to go deep.

When he reached the bottom of the valley, he saw two guards.

One was a coiled python, and the other was a crouching gray wolf.

The auras leaked out, all at the Foundation Establishment level. The gray wolf's eyes were agile, its eyes shining, and the python constantly spat out snake letters, also stimulating some kind of demon art to detect the surroundings.

Simple demon beasts couldn't do these things; these two were demon cultivators!

Although they hadn't transformed, they had mastered demon arts, and the threat level was several times higher than that of demon beasts.

Ning Zhuo drove the Ten Thousand Mile Wandering Dragon, hid his figure, and walked in openly in front of the two demon cultivators.

Entering the bottom of the valley, a large number of demon cultivators were cultivating, playing, and eating here. There were wolves, snakes, tigers, leopards, bears, wild boars, etc., with ferocious appearances and different forms.

The air was full of fishy smell.

On a high platform lay a black tiger as huge as an elephant.

The black tiger was burly and fierce, breathing, its aura thick, and every breath could set off a whirlwind.

As the saying goes, clouds follow dragons, wind follows tigers; one can glimpse a corner of the fierce tiger's strength from the whirlwind accompanying it.

"A Jin Dan level black tiger demon cultivator, why does it feel a bit familiar?" Sun Lingtong frowned.

Ning Zhuo said: "Night Tiger Main Mountain God."

Sun Lingtong suddenly realized: "Yes, they look so much alike!"

But obviously, the two were not the same tiger.

The Tiger God's physical body died of old age hundreds of years ago, and in order to linger in the world, He turned into a god.

Compared with it, the adult black tiger in front of him had a fresh physical body, and its life aura was still very young, like the sun at the Si hour, feeling between youth and prime.

The black tiger slowly opened its eyes and suddenly roared in a low voice: "Where is my blood food?"

"Here, here, Great King!" A human cultivator ran over from the cave.

He was dark-faced, dressed in rags, holding a corpse-hiding bag, tilting the bag mouth down, pouring out a large number of corpses.

The black tiger opened its bloody mouth, burst out a suction force, and sucked many corpses into its mouth, chewing constantly.

The strong lower jaw trembled slightly, and the sharp teeth bit tightly on the tender meat, the meat quality was torn apart in its mouth, chewed into pieces. Every time it chewed, the friction between the muscles and bones made a low sound, and the sound of bones breaking was endless.

Blood leaked from between the black tiger's teeth and then flowed down its chin.

A strong smell of blood spread rapidly.

The beasts and demon cultivators who smelled the blood subconsciously gathered around the high platform, watching the black tiger eat, all showing a look of longing.

The black tiger ate thirty percent of the corpses, its belly was obviously bulging, so it stimulated the cultivation art to digest.

Demonic Art—Meat-Tank Blood-Swallowing Art!

Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong both recognized it.

The Meat-Tank Blood-Swallowing Art is a widely circulated demonic art, which helps one's own flesh by swallowing the blood and meat of other lives, making its muscles burst and its essence and blood vigorous.

Accompanied by the stimulation of the demonic art, the black tiger's belly shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon returned to calm.

It continued to swallow, ate another thirty percent, and then followed the same pattern, stimulating the cultivation art to cultivate.

After finishing the cultivation, the black tiger burped and said lazily: "Distribute them all."

The demon cultivators got permission, and they howled and screamed, rushed to the corpse pile, and ate to their heart's content.

For a time, the demon beasts pushed and shoved, scrambling, falling into a fight for blood food, and the smell of blood spread even more in the chaos.

The black tiger narrowed its eyes, listening to the noise, and appreciating the fight of its subordinates.

Several weak demon cultivators accidentally revealed flaws when fighting for food and were seriously injured by a sneak attack.

Immediately, the surrounding demon cultivators listed them as new prey, and driven by hunger and greed, they launched a ruthless siege, using their companions as food to fill their stomachs.

The only human cultivator in the field stood beside the black tiger with a face full of fear, shrinking his body to survive. But he didn't dare to rely on it too much, for fear of causing the black tiger to be irritable and slap himself to death with one claw.

Sun Lingtong and Ning Zhuo witnessed all this, and their faces were cold.

"A Jin Dan level Night Tiger demon cultivator, and many demon cultivators, mainly at the Foundation Establishment level." Ning Zhuo estimated the strength of this group of demon cultivators.

"They can all be killed!" Sun Lingtong gritted his teeth, a look of hatred flashing in his eyes, "All beasts that eat people deserve to die."

Ning Zhuo knew the reason.

Sun Lingtong's former village was looted and slaughtered by demon cultivators. At that time, he was very lucky, picked up by his master, and escaped a disaster.

Sun Lingtong said: "Although the Black Wind Tiger Demon is at the Jin Dan level, I got several bottles of strange poison from Yang Chanyu. Among them, there is one that is colorless and odorless, which can be put into the corpses. When it swallows the corpses and operates the cultivation art, hehe, there will be a good show."

"We have the heart to calculate the unintentional, it is not impossible to win!"

Ning Zhuo frowned slightly: "Boss, don't rush to do it, let me think about it."

He carried his hands on his back, paced back and forth in the Dragon Head Cabin, and made a decision: "Let's keep the life of this demon for now, we need to investigate more situations."

"Hmm?" Sun Lingtong raised his eyebrows, "What ideas do you have?"

Ning Zhuo said, half-soothing, half-explaining: "Boss, think about it, how could a Jin Dan level black tiger demon hide for so long?"

"It eats so much in one meal, and the consumption of cultivating demonic arts is huge. To scrape on Mount Wuyin, there must be a huge impact."

Sun Lingtong immediately realized Ning Zhuo's meaning and continued: "However, there is no demon atmosphere on Mount Wuyin, it is harmonious. We entered Wuyin Village and have not heard of villagers being slaughtered on a large scale. This shows that this group of demon cultivators deliberately held back and did not eat the grass in the nest, but went out to find trouble."

Ning Zhuo nodded: "So, they must have created other movements. It's just that we don't know about it yet. Maybe they have already boarded the wanted list."

"We attack rashly, there are quite a few risks. Why don't we go to see the wanted list first, collect some information, and then do it, isn't it more certain?"

Sun Lingtong nodded: "This makes sense."

Although he was anxious, he also knew the importance and would not lose big because of small things.

After the two discussed, they controlled the Ten Thousand Mile Wandering Dragon and left Mount Wuyin.

Ning Zhuo activated the mechanism's ability to travel through the void and soon came to Yugang Mountain.

Yugang Mountain stood towering, because it was rich in jade-moistened mysterious steel, causing the soil to show a blue-jade color. Looking from afar, the whole mountain was lush and dripping with green, as if a giant had put on a jade coat.

The mountain streams gurgled, like an ancient zither playing lightly, clanging. The mountain stones were hard and sparkling, all with a jade-moistened color.

The mountain body had been excavated many times, revealing multiple open-pit ore beds.

Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong were in the Ten Thousand Mile Wandering Dragon, looking down, and saw many miners, like ants, digging hard in the ore beds, working tirelessly.

The ore beds and mountain bodies were densely covered with mine caves of different sizes. The deep mine tunnels were intricate, like a giant net, extending to the depths of the mountain belly.

On the mountainside, there was a small town.

The town was surrounded by a circle of towering city walls, matched with mechanism building guard towers, and there were a large number of cultivators guarding all key places at all times.

There were many large open-pit melting furnaces in the town, which had been refining ore, causing thick smoke to roll and never dissipate all year round.

The two, Sun and Ning, left the Ten Thousand Mile Wandering Dragon, made some disguises, dressed as two middle-aged loose cultivators, one tall and one short, and entered the mountain town together.

The guards at the gate immediately stopped the two: "The price list is posted there, look at it and pay the money before you can enter the town."

Obviously, the guards regarded the two, Sun and Ning, as loose cultivators who wanted to dig for ore in Yugang Mountain.

The two, Sun and Ning, came to the foot of the city wall and saw the price list posted on the city wall.

The price list was quite detailed, and the content was: Fifty low-grade spirit stones, you can go to the first underground ore bed to dig for ore, with a time limit of one day...