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After that, the two of them had walked almost another seven or eight miles. At this time, the entire cave was filled with an extremely hot atmosphere.
And this breath also made Han Changlin and the others stop.
"Senior Brother Han, this cave is indeed a little weird."
Xiang Changsen was already hesitant at this time.
When Han Changlin heard this, he did not answer. Instead, he stared straight ahead and fell silent.
After a long time, Han Changlin finally spoke:
"Senior Brother Xiang, you and I should be more careful. My spirit insect found that there seems to be some kind of life breath inside. Although it is not obvious, in order to ensure everything, we should be more careful to prevent accidents."
Hearing this, he nodded to Changsen, took out two things from his storage bag, handed them to Han Changlin, and said:
"Here it is to Junior Brother Han, please take this with you."
"This is? The Spiritual Hidden Talisman? I didn't expect that senior brother would have such a thing."
Looking at the talisman handed to Changsen, Han Changlin took it without hesitation.
The Lingyin Talisman is a relatively rare talisman among the second-level talismans.
As the name suggests, this kind of talisman is a kind of talisman that can hide the monk's body and breath. It can be said that the function of this kind of talisman is extremely powerful.
However, this spiritual hidden talisman also has a disadvantage, that is, once it is used, it cannot be used, otherwise the concealment effect of the spiritual hidden talisman will disappear. It is usually only used during stealth reconnaissance.
"Haha, I got this talisman by luck. I didn't expect that it would come in handy today."
Seeing Han Changlin take the Lingyin Talisman, he nodded slightly to Changsen and said.
After saying that, Xiang Changsen gently patted the Lingyin Talisman on his body, and a light gray spiritual light spread from the Lingyin Talisman.
Han Changlin also followed suit. In the blink of an eye, the aura inspired by the Lingyin Talisman also enveloped Han Changlin.
Then the light gray aura began to dissipate, and as the aura dissipated, Han Changlin's figure disappeared from the spot.
Both of them have disappeared. Although they can't see each other, both of them are familiar with their respective auras and can determine their approximate location.
After doing all this, Han Changlin and the two continued to walk into the cave.
After traveling only a few hundred feet this time, Han Changlin suddenly found himself entering the heart of a mountain, which was dozens of miles wide. At first glance, it looked like a small canyon.
But the strange thing is that in this canyon, near the bottom, there is a layer of white mist floating, as if the entire mountainside is like an alchemy furnace. Not only does it look like it, but it also feels the same, and it is extremely hot.
In Han Changlin's perception, the soul-devouring insect he released also looked extremely uncomfortable, and the flapping speed of its wings was at least twice as slow.
"Junior brother, where are you looking?"
Xiang Changsen's voice came to Han Changlin's ears.
When Han Changlin heard this, he also noticed that in the center of the mountain, there was a distance of twenty or thirty miles away from the two of them.
There was a deep red color, and in this deep red color, there was a black light flashing from time to time.
"What is that?"
Han Changlin also had a puzzled expression on his face. The heart of this mountain was indeed filled with burning evil energy.
I remember that back then, he selected a practice method from his master Hong Yuanji, and among them was a practice method called "Ji Yan Zhen Gong".
If you want to practice this technique, you need to find a very hot place and practice hard for decades before you can achieve even a small amount of success.
There is no doubt that this mountainside is the perfect place to practice this extreme flame technique.
It's a pity that he finally chose the True Jade Flame Sun Technique. As a result, this extremely flaming land was worthless to him.
"Let's go over and take a look."
Han Changlin came to the edge of the cliff and took a look at his feet. The canyon was about seventy or eighty feet deep. At this height, even the most expert in the world would not dare to go down.
But for Han Changlin and the other two, it was nothing. Although the magic power of the two could not be expelled from the body, it could flow inside the body, pouring the magic power of the Dantian into the legs. The two of them fell down like catkins.
After landing steadily, the two flew towards the blood-red halo.
Due to the use of the Spiritual Hidden Talisman, the two of them could not fly with their weapons, so they flew over a distance of twenty to thirty miles for less than half an hour before arriving.
After the two of them saw the scenery in front of them, their expressions changed drastically. It turned out that the crimson light was not some kind of treasure aura.
Instead, it is a pool full of red magma. The entire magma pool is only about ten feet wide, with dark red magma surging inside.
At the same time, there was a giant red rock on the edge of the magma pool, with a haggard corpse sitting cross-legged on it.
This person was covered in a black robe, and the black robe even covered his head, only revealing a face that made people's internal organs churn at the sight.
At first glance, this face looked like a skeleton with a few pieces of flesh hanging on it. Even the eye sockets were pitch black, seemingly without any breath of life.
Han Changlin couldn't help but take a deep breath to calm his violently beating heart, and stared at the opposite side of the withered corpse with his eyes.
In the center of the magma pool, there is a stone pillar formed by magma, which protrudes into the magma pool about ten feet high.
And on top of this stone pillar, a bead the size of a dove egg hung suspended, spinning smoothly, and the surface of the bead was covered with a layer of jet-black halo.
The black light that Han Changlin and his two men saw earlier was obviously emitted by the black halo covering the surface of this bead.
After seeing this bead, Han Changlin couldn't help showing a look of horror on his face, and at the same time he exclaimed in his heart:
"Golden elixir?"
A cultivator who condenses magic and refines the spirit wants nothing more than immortality, but it is extremely difficult to achieve immortality. Foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, and divine transformation, each state not only represents a more powerful Strength also represents longer longevity.
After a cultivator condenses the golden elixir, according to the cultivation characteristics of his or her own magic power, the golden elixir condensed is not just golden, but is consistent with the exercises he or she has practiced.
For example, if Han Changlin practices the True Jade Flame Sun Technique, if one day he is able to perfect the golden elixir, the golden elixir he condenses will most likely be green-red in color.
Even one day when he condensed the Nascent Soul, most of the babies he condensed were green and red in color.
Although the golden elixir in front of him was shrouded in a black halo, Han Changlin could still vaguely see a few hints of red color.
After seeing the golden elixir, Han Changlin and his two men were terrified. No matter how weak the golden elixir monk was, they could not compete with him.
Unless God has mercy on you, it is completely unreasonable.
Han Changlin, who was staring at the golden elixir, discovered that from the magma pool, a light red halo that was almost invisible to the naked eye was surging, passing through the stone pillar and shooting into the golden elixir. Inside.
At the same time, when the light red halo entered the golden elixir, the faintly visible red color became brighter.
Han Changlin then looked at the withered corpse by the spring. In his opinion, it was obviously a corpse, without any life at all. Only a few pieces of dark red flesh were attached to the exposed skull.
How could a living person look like this, but the golden elixir hanging on the stone pillar was full of spirituality and obviously did not look like an ownerless thing.
"This person must have been poisoned by some sort of rotten blood-devouring spirit."
After Han Changlin thought for a moment, Xiang Changsen's voice came to his ears.
"Some kind of rotten blood-devouring poison?"
When Han Changlin heard this, he was slightly startled. He didn't expect that Xiang Changsen, who had such extensive knowledge, could tell at a glance that this withered corpse was poisoned by some kind of rotten blood and soul-devouring poison.
"etc."
Han Changlin's expression changed. Since this person was poisoned, does it mean that this person is not dead, but is using some secret method to expel poison and heal his injuries?
Although he couldn't see Han Changlin's expression, Xiang Changsen heard Han Changlin's doubts from his tone.
After pondering for a moment, Xiang Changsen's voice sounded in Han Changlin's ears again.
