Two wings suddenly raised, a buzzing sound sounded, and the mantis jumped up from the ground and rose into the air.

The gray-black demonic energy rolled and rolled out, eroding the green vegetation on the ground until it was scorched black and yellow.

Xie Duanyang squinted his eyes, and without thinking, he first raised the red copper bell and poured his magic power into his robes.

He picked up the Zhang Transformation Talisman with his left hand, patted the glass box on his waist with his right palm, and held in his hand the immortal-killing flying knife that had never been shown to anyone.

No wonder he was so careful, he was armed to the teeth in an instant.

You must know that the golden-backed demon mantis is a true fourth-level peak demon beast, and it is also a strange species in the world.

After the menstrual blood chalcedony initially stimulates the blood vessels in the body, in terms of realm and strength, it is infinitely close to the real pill formation.

It's so abnormal now. Could it be that there are monsters above the fifth level here, or high-level monks?

Xie Duanyang thought for a moment and overturned his guess.

There are no decent spiritual lands in Jingzhou, and the spiritual energy is very thin, so there should be no high-level monsters or monks.

It may be more likely that it is an ancient monk's cave.

But in that case, the golden-backed demon mantis shouldn't have discovered it before he did.

Thinking in his heart, Xie Duanyang has already activated the "Dayan Jue" and fully expanded his spiritual consciousness.

Soon, I discovered the anomaly.

"This is..."

Xie Duanyang's figure was hidden among the branches and leaves, looking at a hidden valley a hundred feet away.

We have almost reached the end of Caixia Mountain. A few miles further on, we will reach the mountain range of Baimang Mountain, the largest mountain in Jingzhou.

It's not far away from Qixuanmen, and the terrain is steep, making it difficult for those who don't have peerless light skills to get there.

Therefore, it has not experienced the ravages of those warriors from the Qixuan Sect, and still retains the aura of desolation it deserves.

However, these are not the focus of Xie Duanyang's attention.

He just squinted his eyes and fixed his sight on one of the trees in the middle of the valley.

This tree is not very tall, only about ten feet.

But it has an aura that the surrounding trees do not possess, even if they are not monks, even if they are just ordinary people.

If one's innate spiritual sense is sharper, it will not be difficult to detect it.

The skin is as green as green and the leaves are as short as flowers. It looks a bit like a sycamore.

But it is completely different from the parasol trees here in Jingzhou and several similar spiritual trees in the cultivation world.

"Most of these spiritual flowers and herbs are protected by psychic monsters.

Could it be that the flower bee died because of it?"

Looking at the tung blossoms in full bloom on the tree, as well as the flower bees shuttled among them, working hard to collect nectar, Xie Duanyang was thoughtful, and he probably understood.

This tree is full of spiritual energy. Even though Xie Duanyang has seen many thousand-year-old spiritual herbs in Hanli Cave, none of them seems to be comparable to it.

If it grows flowers, it will be a great temptation for flower bees.

If this alarms the guarding spiritual beasts, it is inevitable that a few will be killed or injured.

Thinking in his mind, Xie Duanyang restrained the golden-backed demon mantis beside him, and he used Zhang's incarnation talisman to fly towards the green wu tree with his spiritual consciousness.

This demonic insect was not cultivated by himself since it hatched. Even though he had the Juling Card in his hand, he could not be said to be well-informed.

Xie Duanyang was unwilling to release it, lest he damage this extraordinary spiritual tree.

It was only a hundred feet away. Even though Xie Duanyang had deliberately slowed down, it still only took three or two blinks to reach a distance of only thirty feet.

When he got here, he no longer approached, but carefully raised his palm, tentatively releasing some magic power.

A sharp golden energy condensed into the shape of a knife in the air and slashed at a corner of the sycamore tree.

I am about to cut off a branch.

Suddenly, Xie Duanyang's expression changed suddenly.

Although he had already guessed that there was an accompanying monster here, his spiritual consciousness had never sensed it.

Until now, something strange finally appeared.

But I saw ripples appearing out of thin air in the originally still air, rippling into waves.

The expansion speed of the ripples is not fast and violent, but gives people a gentle feeling.

But those flower bees that had been working so hard to collect honey seemed to be drunk, swaying and falling to the ground.

Next to Xie Duanyang, the golden-backed demon mantis suddenly opened its wings and fluttered non-stop.

The two boring knives were placed horizontally in front of him, rubbing against each other and making a sharp sound.

It was only then that Xie Duanyang heard a voice belatedly.

I can’t tell what it is exactly, it’s like a bird chirping, but I can’t say Qingyue.

It’s like the Kunshan jade is broken into pieces and the rain falls on the bead plate.

But...

However, he found that following this cry, the thin spiritual energy around him became active, and there were abnormal fluctuations.

After a while, his energy, blood, and magic power showed signs of dissipating.

"What a domineering magical power!"

Xie Duanyang was secretly speechless.

This is also thanks to the fact that he is different from ordinary monks. Like the golden-backed demon mantis, he is infinitely close to the pill-forming monks.

If it were a Qi practitioner, or even a Foundation-building monk, I would probably drink away my true energy just by meeting him, and I wouldn't be able to gain any more magic power.

You can only let the other party control you.

Among the spiritual beasts Xie Duanyang has seen, this kind of magical power is probably only comparable to the fire dragon from the Shenbing Sect, which is naturally close to fire.

Even the golden-backed demon mantis is far behind.

However.

If it was a spiritual beast from his imagination, it would not be surprising.

This spiritual beast originally rested on the Qingwu tree, but its aura was consistent with the tree, and it was able to contain its own aura without leaking.

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Therefore, even with Xie Duanyang's spiritual consciousness, he could not detect it. Instead, the mantis sensed the clues through the instinct between monsters and beasts.

But now, since it has started to move, it is running its magic power.

Naturally, he broke away from the state of "harmony between man and nature" and exposed his figure in front of Xie Duanyang.

It looks similar to a pheasant, but its tail feathers are much longer and more colorful, and it also has a natural majesty.

However, the aura is not very strong. It is almost at the third level, which is equivalent to the middle stage of foundation building for human monks.

"This is...a descendant of the Phoenix bloodline?!"

Xie Duanyang murmured to himself, thinking of many things in an instant.

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