In a dense forest with lush trees and green grass, a figure in a sky-blue robe was walking carefully in the jungle. He walked very slowly, turning his head from time to time to look around, looking alert. He held a witch stick in his hand. Although his appearance was ordinary, he exuded a rare sense of perseverance, as if nothing or failure would not defeat his confidence! It was an unyielding will, and that will perfectly reveals its firm face. This person is no other person, but Ling Fan!

After Ling Fan was swallowed by the painted black hole that was cracked by the Bagua Picture, he soon landed in the dense forest, and he found that he and the others were separated. No, to be precise, they should have separated.

Yun Cang said it very clearly in the ancient tower that they would be teleported to different places in the Xiangwu Mountains, so this kind of thing was originally done by Yun Cang. It can only be said to be separated, and it cannot be called separation.

It has been almost an hour since Ling Fan fell into this dense forest. He heard Yun Cang say that there were no high-level monsters in the Xiangwu Mountains, so he kept running around in the dense forest. However, although there were no high-level monsters in the Xiangwu Mountains, there were many low-level monsters. It was precisely because Ling Fan ran around in the dense forest that he had been attacked by several groups of monsters in just one hour. Although these monsters were only first-level monsters and did not pose any threat to him, they caused him a lot of small troubles. Although the sparrows were small and all kinds of internal organs, they were just low-level monsters, but once there were too many low-level monsters, it would also bring a lot of trouble to Ling Fan. So now Ling Fan became so cautious and would never dare to be as careless as before, and did not take the Xiangwu Mountains seriously.

Ling Fan walked carefully in the jungle, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, chewing it casually, and suddenly felt bitter in his mouth. He quickly spit out the dogtail grass.

"The Great Elder is too irresponsible. At least give me a map. Although the Xiangwu Mountains are not big, they have at least hundreds of miles of area. I don't know the area, characteristics, shape, etc. Even if I have spiritual consciousness, I can't get any effect. If I continue to search for it like this, it's not easy to find the dead pool in such a large area?" Ling Fan complained after spitting out the dogtail grass.

"Hehe, boy, this is also a test of people. If you are not lucky and go the opposite direction of the Death Pond, you will definitely not be able to get the fire. So, in addition to testing the disciple's strength and ability, it is also testing the disciple's luck. Luck is also a very important factor in the cultivation of Taoism." The Demon-suppressing words rang in Ling Fan's heart.

"What you said is reasonable. Then according to your words, you don't plan to help me. Let me find it on my own luck?" Ling Fan asked.

"Hehe, you're wrong. Luck is very complicated. For example, in this matter, if you have me, it's your luck. Although I'm helping you find a dead pool, isn't this your luck? It's not so lucky for others." Fumo said.

"It seems that this is true when you say this." Ling Fan showed a sudden enlightenment and said that it was really hard to say something like illusory luck, "You are experienced, so please help me feel the location of the dead pool."

"Hehe, don't be anxious, this kind of thing is not urgent." The Demon was not in a hurry at all, and paused and continued, "Let's keep going southeast."

Ling Fan looked for the location, acted according to his words, and began to take steps towards the southeast.

But before he could walk for a long time, he suddenly noticed some strange sounds rustling around the weeds. Ling Fan suddenly became alert and released his spiritual consciousness to investigate the situation around him.

Suddenly, the scene that was fed back to his mind through Lingzi immediately shocked him. He saw that the clusters around him were filled with fiery red ants. The ants were of different sizes, the large ones were fifty or sixty centimeters, and the small ones were more than ten centimeters. The ants' antennae were very long. It was better to say that they were pliers than tentacles. These pliers were blood-red. Ling Fan guessed that these pliers should be weapons for ant to attack people.

Now he is surrounded by these ants, which means that he is now surrounded by these ants.

"These are blood-devouring ants, first-level monsters. Although they are not strong in strength, their number is huge and terrifying. Moreover, the thing that these blood-devouring ants like the most is blood. In addition to their attack methods, their pliers are also things that suck blood. Among the blood, what they like most is human blood. Therefore, as long as the blood-devouring ants feel the breath of humans, they will attack humans desperately. Hehe, boy, it seems that you have to burn incense and worship the gods. After only a few steps, you actually encountered such a difficult low-level monster. This luck is really great." The demon subdued his devils finally criticized Ling Fan.

"Subu Demon, don't put any harm in the wrong, let's deal with the blood-devouring ant." Ling Fan was helpless about the temper of Subu Demon, so he could only smile bitterly.

Ling Fan just smiled bitterly, and the blood-sucking ants surrounding him all waving their pliers with their claws and crawling out. Suddenly, Ling Fan was covered with blood-sucking ants, and the red area was filled with no end.

Ling Fan's scalp was numb, "I'm telling you, this number is too terrifying!" Even with Ling Fan's concentration, he couldn't resist the curse when he saw so many blood-devouring ants. However, no matter how he scolded, he still bit the bullet and put the witch stick back to the ring, and then took out the Qingfeng sword from the ring.

Although the Qingfeng Sword is just a mortal sword, it is better to cut iron like mud, which can blow hair and cut hair. It is just right to kill these blood-devouring ants.

After Ling Fan took out the Qingfeng Sword, he rushed into the blood-devouring ant colony without delay. The blood-devouring ants also waved their pliers and attacked Ling Fan.

In an instant, Ling Fan and the blood-devouring ants fought together. Ling Fan rushed into the blood-devouring ant colony, almost with one sword, with a sword falling, and a blood-devouring ant was cut into two pieces.

Ling Fan was slashing and slapping in the blood-devouring ant colony. He was now an eight-star spiritual soldier. It was easy to kill these first-level monsters, so this battle was almost unilateral slaughter, and the blood-devouring ant didn't even have a chance to resist.

However, the number of blood-devouring ants was too large. Ling Fan slashed for a while and, according to his estimate, he killed at least a thousand blood-devouring ants. But what shocked him was that not only did these blood-devouring ants not only did not decrease at all, but their number was still increasing.

Ling Fan immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. After all, manpower is limited. If he is not given time to recover, his power will be exhausted. If he continues to use up this way, even if he cannot use up his power, he will be exhausted to death. The monk is not an iron man, and he is still just a spiritual sage now, and it is impossible for him to fight for a long time with overload. The longer the time is delayed, the more unfavorable it will be for him.

"Subduing the demons, the number of blood-devouring ants is too huge, almost endless, and there is no end to kill them. If this continues, I will be exhausted. Is there any way to kill these blood-devouring ants as soon as possible?" Ling Fan asked in his heart while chopping the blood-devouring ants.

"According to common sense, although the number of blood-devouring ants is huge, if there are too many casualties and injuries, they will generally retreat voluntarily. It is impossible not only not to return such a continuous attack. If this happens, it is very likely that a group of ants have evolved from the group of blood-devouring ants. The queen of the ant controls the group of blood-devouring ants behind the scenes. As long as you kill the queen of the ant, the group of blood-devouring ants will automatically collapse."

Ling Fan began to observe when he heard this. While chopping the blood-devouring ants, he used his spiritual consciousness to sense the surrounding situation. Suddenly, a group of information fed back to his mind made him realize something, and his body immediately began to move towards the east.

After Ling Fan moved about a hundred meters, a unique blood-sucking ant appeared in front of him. The blood-sucking ant was at least one meter in size and the blood-red pincers were more than one meter long. At this time, countless blood-sucking ants were crawling out from the ground behind him.

When the queen saw Ling Fan, she immediately waved its hideous pliers towards Ling Fan with her teeth and claws, as if she was demonstrating.

Ling Fan didn't care whether it was a demonstration or not. He only knew that he had to kill the queen of the ant to let these endless blood-devouring ants scatter. Therefore, after seeing the queen of the ant, he waved the Qingfeng sword without hesitation, used the magical movement technique, and instantly stabbed the queen of the ant's forehead.

Ling Fan's current strength is almost the top among spiritual masters. Even if he faces an ordinary spiritual master, he may not be at a disadvantage. Therefore, although the queen of the ant is a relatively rare second-level monster, it was still killed by Ling Fan's sword.

After killing the queen of the ant with one sword, it turned out that the blood-devouring ants began to rush back like a tide. Generally speaking, as long as thousands of queens of the blood-devouring ants died, these blood-devouring ants would take the initiative to retreat. It was just that there was the order from the queen of the ant today, so they were desperately attacking Ling Fan.

Ling Fan cut open the head of the queen with the Qingfeng sword. Fortunately, there was a magic core in the queen's head. Seeing this, Ling Fan picked up the magic core without hesitation, thinking that this time it was not a waste of time, and there was still some compensation.

The demon core of the queen of the ant is definitely the most expensive among the second-level monsters. Even the demon core of the third-level monster cannot catch up with the demon core of the queen. Because the demon core of the queen of the ant has a special effect, that is, as long as humans hold the demon core of the queen of the ant and encounter the blood-devouring ant, the blood-devouring ant will think that it is encountering the queen of the ant, so that it can command the blood-devouring ant. This special effect is very attractive to some adventurers. In addition, the scarcity of the queen of the ant has caused the value of the queen of the ant to soar many times.
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