As the light of the soul-eating needle flickered, the mirage's body quickly shriveled up, and its struggle became increasingly feeble. Not long after, the mirage was completely dead.
Leng Xuan raised his hand and took back the Soul-Eating Needle. This time the Soul-Eating Needle absorbed the essence and blood, but there was no change. It seemed that the essence and blood of the mirage was not enough for the Soul-Eating Needle to transform. Put away the Soul-Eating Needle.
Soul Needle, Leng Xuan walked to the body of the mirage and saw that the body of the mirage had been sucked dry, and only the outer fluff was still intact. At this time, Long Lingzi's voice was heard: "Boy, this mirage
Insects can also be called rare and exotic animals, and there are many treasures in their bodies. If you put the body away, you might be able to use it later."
After hearing this, Leng Xuan immediately took out the storage bottle, turned the bottle mouth upside down, and with a thought, put the mirage's body in. After completing this, he rested for a while, and then continued to explore other parts of the col. After that
After searching all morning, he found nothing except the body of the mirage. Seeing that it was still early, Leng Xuan ran to another location. Previously, he discovered that there were four places in the mountain with the most spiritual energy.
Rich, there are only three locations left.
Leng Xuan ran quickly and spent more than an hour before finally arriving at the second place. Where the three peaks met, there was a flat mudland with many exotic flowers and plants growing there. Leng Xuan walked on
Among the flowers, he frowned slightly because he found that the flowers and plants seemed to have traces of artificial pruning. After walking for a while, his expression suddenly changed. In front of him, a small thatched hut appeared.
At this moment, smoke was rising from the hut, as if someone was cooking. Leng Xuan was a little surprised that there were people living in such a remote place. As far as he knew, there were probably some people living in this remote place.
The journey is more than a hundred miles, and it is still a rugged mountain road. Even if you have transportation, it is useless. You can only walk out with your legs. Are the people who live here some experts who are isolated from the world?
After calming down his thoughts, Leng Xuan secretly raised his guard, then walked to the front of the hut, stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden door. After a while, he heard footsteps coming from inside the hut, and then the door was opened.
In front of Leng Xuan was an old man with silver hair, a face full of wrinkles, and a pair of cloudy eyes filled with vicissitudes of life.
Leng Xuan was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and said with a smile on his face: "Hello, old man. I'm very sorry for disturbing you."
The old man's face had no expression. He glanced at Leng Xuan casually, and then said calmly: "Who are you? How did you come to a place like this?"
Leng Xuan couldn't figure out the old man's details for a while, so he naturally didn't dare to tell his purpose casually. He found an excuse and said: "I am a tourist here. When I was playing in the mountains, I accidentally got lost.
I have been wandering around in the mountains for a long time. I just noticed smoke rising from cooking fires here, so I ran over immediately, hoping to find someone for help."
The old man looked at Leng Xuan doubtfully, and after a while he said: "It's useless for you to look for me. I can't contact the outside world here. You can go south and walk for more than a hundred kilometers before you can get out of the Kunlun Mountains."
Obviously the old man had no intention of letting Leng Xuan stay.