What happened? A look of surprise appeared on Meng Xiang's face, but he did not advance to the core area immediately, but carefully observed the traces left by the cultivator. Gradually, a solemn look appeared in his eyes. {http:

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Master! After observing the traces left by the cultivators, Meng Xiang immediately came to the conclusion. Although there is still some gap compared to the young man in white, he can definitely rank among the top 500 cultivators entering the world of the Knife Palace.

A thoughtful expression appeared on Meng Xiang's face, and he began to advance towards the core area slowly as planned. Not long after, he saw more traces of fighting. It was obvious that the two sides of the battle should be separated from the monsters and the intruders.

Continue moving forward, Meng Xiang can see that as he continues to deepen into the core area, the intensity of the fight becomes greater and greater, and he gradually sees blood. Moreover, it is the side of the immortal cultivator. Obviously, some immortal cultivators are injured and not too light.

Meng Xiang's speed of advancement still did not increase. He originally thought that a series of battles would be needed before he arrived at the core area, but now, there are a group of suckers who help him voluntarily open the way. This is naturally a good thing he wants, but he has no intention of going up to thank him.

Of course, in order not to alarm the "good people" who were leading the way, Meng Xiang naturally couldn't move forward faster, but he was not without a way to entertain. Based on the traces left by their battle with monsters, it speculated the situation of the cultivators, such as the number of people, strength, magic weapons, skills, and their own status.

At first, Meng Xiang was not very familiar with the situation of the cultivators walking ahead of him, but as time went by, as he received more and more information, his impression of them gradually became clearer. Later, although he did not see them, he already knew about them.

Naturally, Meng Xiang is a human after all, not a god, and it is impossible for him to infer all situations. If there is not enough information, he is powerless. For example, the situation of the leader of this team. Although he vaguely felt that there was a leader in the team, since he never took action and left no trace, he could not infer about him. He could only know that he was a man.

Although it is not easy to judge men and women by the traces left by merely some of the traces left, it is not a particularly difficult thing for Meng Xiang. His five senses are far beyond his peers. In addition, the team is not far ahead of him, Meng Xiang can still make judgments based on traces such as the residual aura.

Meng Xiang, who was entertaining himself, suddenly frowned because he smelled a bloody smell, and the concentration was very high. It was definitely not as simple as someone being injured. He unknowingly accelerated his speed and came to the front of a pile of gravel in two steps.**(..)

With a light wave, the pile of gravel that was obviously not naturally formed was flying aside like yellow leaves blown by the wind. The secret under the pile of stone was revealed in front of Meng Xiang. It was a male corpse, and it could no longer be seen. Because it was related to his death, his head had been shattered and his strength was very strong. More than half of his chest was torn open, and his internal organs could be seen. However, most of them were also damaged.

Seeing that streams of blood were still flowing out of the corpse, and the color of the blood was quite bright. You could even feel the heat that had not completely dissipated in the corpse. Meng Xiang knew that he was indeed not far from the group of immortal cultivators who were opening the way in front.

Since you could see at a glance that all the valuable things on the corpse had been taken away, Meng Xiang waved his hand and covered the flying stones on the corpse again, not bad at all. Even the person who buried the corpse at first could never see any flaws.

Meng Xiang's eyes began to expand rapidly with the male corpse as the center. In the blink of an eye, he determined the direction and stepped across a mountain in one step. The first thing that caught his eyes was a red spot, bloodstain, and a hundred feet in a radius. Although it was not completely covered, it was scattered, it was obviously not something that people could leave behind.

The search range was expanded with bloodstains, and no trace of the monster left behind was found. It was obvious that the monster's corpse had been taken away. He was not surprised that the monster was full of treasures, and no one would throw it away casually.

After some inspection, Meng Xiang was unable to find any traces left besides the monster. He deliberately searched for traces left by the cultivator who killed the monster, but nothing was left, but he did not show any frustration. On the contrary, from his expression, he seemed to have got what he wanted.

It is good to leave traces, and it can allow him to analyze a lot of information, but it is also a great gain for Meng Xiang. This means that the cultivator who killed monsters is extremely powerful, otherwise he would definitely not be able to do this.

At the same time, Meng Xiang inferred the traces left by the dead monster that it should be left by a cloud-swallowing crocodile. According to his understanding of cloud-swallowing crocodile, they are all quite powerful monsters, especially the cloud-swallowing crocodile that appears in the core area, which should be stronger. It is naturally much worse than Chenfeng, which now has six heads, but it is not much worse than when it has five heads.

Meng Xiang naturally knew how powerful the five-headed Chenfeng was. Although the races of the Yunshou were completely different from Chenfeng, Meng Xiang could roughly calculate the strength needed to kill the Yunshou, and it was so clean and neat, even without leaving any trace. Even if all the cultivators who entered the internal world of the Saber Palace were included, there should be no more than ten who could do this.

Meng Xiang has a very clear memory of the strong among the immortal cultivators, especially the top ten strong ones, so when he judged the possible immortal cultivators who killed monsters, the corresponding image of the immortal cultivator immediately appeared in his mind, which was very clear.

The image of the cultivator who ranks among the top ten of all immortals began to pass by Meng Xiang's mind like a stadium, over and over again. As time went by, part of the image began to fade away and was cleared by him through reasoning.

After a moment, there were only two images left in Meng Xiang, both of them were very young, but they were dressed completely differently, one was black and the other was white. The weapons used were also different, using swords in white, and using swords in black. The swordsman in black was also the cultivator Meng Xiang wanted to confront him the most.

It was just because he didn't do it because his cultivation was too shallow. If it were now, he would have taken the initiative to make a fight. There were few masters who used swords, and even fewer masters among masters. Black-clothed sword intent was undoubtedly the master among masters.

In Meng Xiang's inference, both of these immortal cultivators should be able to kill the crocodile without leaving any trace. But who is it? Meng Xiang couldn't control it, but he did not mean to rush over and take a look, nor did he give up the inference. He had already regarded it as a small challenge to him.

Meng Xiang once again cast his eyes on the bloodstains left by the crocodile. After a closer look, the image of the swordsman in black faded away in his mind, leaving only the image of the swordsman in white. He already had the final answer.

It is also a killing of the cloud-swallowing crocodile. However, the wounds caused by using a knife and using a sword are different. Naturally, this will be reflected in the splash of blood. Perhaps it is impossible for ordinary people to judge the death weapon based on the blood. However, it is not particularly difficult for Meng Xiang, who has a lot of practical experience.

"Looking at the image of a white-clothed swordsman in his mind, Meng Xiang slowly climbed up a strange smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "I didn't expect that there is really a 'destiny' between us!" Because the white-clothed swordsman in his mind was the young man in white who was finally injured by Juleta through his eyes.

Although Meng Xiang had already speculated who the leader of the group of immortal cultivators walking in front of him was, he had no intention of speeding up. It seemed that he did not want to confirm whether his guess was accurate at all.

He walked a distance for a while. Just when Meng Xiang was about to observe the terrain and determine how far away it was from the barrier covering the entire core area, he suddenly felt something, turned his head and looked in the direction he came. The moment he turned around, a string of black shadows appeared in his field of vision, and then they began to grow rapidly and become clear. They were a group of immortal cultivators, about twenty people.

Originally, this group of cultivators should have continued to move forward, but after seeing Meng Xiang, he suddenly stopped. At the sign of the middle-aged cultivator who looked like a leader, a weak cultivator walked away from the queue, looked at Meng Xiang casually, and said, "Hey, have you seen anyone else pass by?" His expression was completely inconsistent with his weak image. He looked down on you when he talked to you from a condescending way, which was very annoying.

Meng Xiang seemed to have not heard the question from the cultivator, and there was not even him in his eyes. His eyes passed by his body and the group of cultivators behind him several times, but his eyes did not show any stop or gaze, as if they were just a piece of air and did not put them in his eyes at all. This made the face of the cultivator, especially the cultivator, cold.

A disdainful sneer appeared on the face of the cultivator who asked, and said, "Boy, answer my question quickly. You'd better answer this way, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." The threatening intention was undoubtedly revealed, without any scruples.

Although Meng Xiang absorbed a huge amount of fragments of immortal body, the casting of innate Chaos Body has made great progress and reached the peak of the third transformation, unfortunately, the weakest team of immortal cultivators standing in front of him have reached the level of the fourth transformation of immortal body, and it is not the most common one in the team. The fifth transformation of immortal body accounts for more than half, and there are as many as three immortal cultivators in the sixth transformation of immortal body, so naturally there are no need to be afraid of Meng Xiang's low-handedness.

Of course, if they knew Meng Xiang's true strength, they might not dare to be so arrogant. But unfortunately, there are not many immortal cultivators who cast special immortal bodies, and even if there are, their strength may not be much stronger than those who cast ordinary immortal bodies. Especially after the three changes of the immortal body, every time they increase, their strength will be greatly improved, which is enough to offset the advantages brought by the special immortal body. What's more, the gap between Meng Xiang and them is more than just a change.

In their opinion, no matter whether Meng Xiang casts a special immortal body or not, even if it is, there are not no special immortal bodies among them. Moreover, the number and strength of the two sides are so different, so there is no need to worry about it. However, it can be seen from this that the cultivators are still cautious in their work.

Meng Xiang did not answer, and still treated them as air. This annoyed the cultivator who was asking questions and was about to step forward to teach him a lesson. However, at this moment, a roar like thunder came suddenly not far away. It was stopped by the leading middle-aged cultivator and rushed towards the direction of the sound. However, before leaving, he glared at Meng Xiang fiercely, but he didn't know that he had just walked in front of the gate of hell. (To be continued...)
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