Zhang Shun's comfort made him not know whether to be happy or sad: "The traditional Chinese female surname is never very polite to her own people. She is colder to you than others, which means she treats you as her own people, and you should be very happy."

After hearing Zhang Shun say that the bag was urgent, Zhao Lingling immediately went out to buy a super-large mountaineering bag that was taller than a person and several large woven bags. Zhang Shun found a board as a drag bag, filled the backpack and the bags with all the meat, and carried the door panel into the demon card with difficulty. There was no need to find a source of water. These hundreds of kilograms of meat should be eaten for a long time. He was going to go up against the stream, hoping to find the residence of the demon soul at the source of the stream.

This desert is not hot, the temperature can be said to be very pleasant, and it is always during the day. This journey is quite relaxing and comfortable, but it is too boring.

He had been walking on the soft sand for a long time with the door panels and had eaten two bags of meat. Zhang Shun even doubted whether he would take a hard road after leaving. He prayed in his heart that it would not be too big. If he continued like this, it would be better to practice honestly and save time.

The journey was finally coming to an end. From a distance, Zhang Shun saw a pointed object standing on the desert. After walking for almost two hours, he realized that it was a mountain. The stream water became more rapid, as if it was flowing down from that mountain.

As the saying goes, "Watching the Mountain, you will die. Zhang Shun is now dead. After eating a woven bag of meat, the mountain has grown a little bit bigger. After another bag of meat is eaten, he will reach the foot of the mountain.

To be precise, this is not a mountain, but a peak without a mountain, or a column with a cone, which is thin and pointed, about two or three hundred meters high, and the diameter at the bottom is only about thirty meters. The peak is pitch black, and it is impossible to tell whether it is metal or rock. There is a hole three meters high and one meter wide at the bottom, and it is so dark that it seems that even light cannot be shining in.

Zhang Shun came to the entrance of the cave, put down the rope that pulled the wooden board, cleared his throat and said, "Uh... Master Hun, I am Zhang Shun. If you have something to ask for, can you... torture me?" He felt that the demon soul should not like being called a demon.

No sound came out in the cave. "Master Soul" seemed to be not at home. Zhang Shun said it several times, but he never got a response. After thinking for a while, he ate his flesh and drank enough water at the door, and walked into the cave.

After reaching out, Zhang Shun groped forward and spoke while walking, giving himself courage. After about half an hour of touching, two lights finally appeared in front of him. The real point was as big as the fingernail, but it was very conspicuous in such an environment.

"Sir, I'm coming in." Zhang Shun stopped and said loudly, then walked towards the light.

The light was not two points, but two rows. When Zhang Shun walked to the light, he finally saw that this was a brazier with some firewood in the basin, but he didn't know why the fire was only so big.

Walking along the aisle made of two rows of firelights, I felt soft and cotton under my feet, as if I was stepping on a carpet. Then I realized that the layout here was very similar to Chiyangzi's palace, and I remembered the blood-colored flying sword that was eaten by the demon soul.

The light was too weak and nothing could be seen; the aisle was too long and I could not finish it. As Zhang Shun walked, he suddenly hit a hard-bound object. A huge force rushed over and pushed him to the ground. Then he raised his head and saw two red spots, like a pair of eyes.

"Demon... isn't right, Lord Soul?" Zhang Shun asked while sitting on the ground, his voice a little unnatural.

The eyes were still staring at him, motionless. After a while, the small flames in the two rows of braziers were extinguished at the same time, gathered in the one next to Zhang Shun, and immediately illuminated the surroundings.

It was indeed a soul demon. Just looking at the black feathers and the claws without nails, you know that this was a demon soul. Zhang Shun immediately turned into a black feather and kowtowed to the demon soul. According to Jia Banxian, the demon soul in the inn is the oldest one, and he saved himself so many times. Whether he is an elder or a benefactor, this head should be kowtowed.

The demon soul was still looking at Zhang Shun, as if waiting for him to explain his purpose. Zhang Shunli thought, thanked the demon soul first, and then told him about the fact that he needed heat to damage the cells in his body.

The demon soul looked at Zhang Shun for a while, suddenly raised his hands, and two light balls rose above his palm at the same time, getting bigger and hotter. Zhang Shun quickly lay down in the Qingbat Realm, closed his eyes, and made all preparations.

After the light ball gathered to the size of his head, the demon soul sent his hands forward. The light ball slowly flew towards Zhang Shun and flew towards his chest and abdomen respectively.

Just a light send, the demon soul's arm had become dry, and the shiny black feathers fell down one after another, and fell to the ground and broke into ashes.

Zhang Shun did not see these. When the light ball entered his chest and abdomen, his head "buzzed" and entered a state of sleep. Most animals' sleep time accounts for two-thirds of the day, and this level of three realms has a lot to do with sleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Zhang Shun opened his eyes and found that he had arrived outside the cave. He was hanging upside down on a short tree by the rope he used to drag the wooden board. Although he could practice the Qingbat Realm when lying flat, the effect was not as good as hanging upside down. It seemed that the demon soul knew this very well.

Unzipped the rope and went down the tree. I saw that the cave had been blocked by a large stone. The surrounding scenery was different from when he came. The trees and grass had withered, and the stream was drying up to a very small stream of water. The peak seemed to be no longer black, and it became gray and a little ugly.

"The territory of the demon soul, part of the demon soul, will it... help me practice it will have a great impact on it?" Looking at the dilapidated look everywhere, Zhang Shun felt uneasy. He tried to move the big stone blocking the cave, and found that he could not lift it at all. The stone seemed to grow with the mountain.

He tapped the stone gently and Zhang Shun shouted to the cave: "Thank you, Lord Hun, if you help me, it will have a bad impact on you. Don't help me next time, just send me away. I owe you too much. I will try to fatten you a little, and I will only enjoy it after you take shape."

There was still no response in the cave. Zhang Shun sighed, feeling a little regretful, and could not do anything for the demon soul, but kept asking for it. The feeling of inability to repay him made him a little depressed.
Chapter completed!