The Fire Crow inheritance has a trace of the blood of the Three-Legged Golden Crow. Although it is so thin that it is almost nonexistent, its heels are different from other monsters after all.
Therefore, there have been some great monsters in the Fire Crow lineage.
When the outstandingly qualified fire crow swallows demonic energy, he will naturally develop some understanding, making his cultivation speed faster than that of other demonic beasts.
This is the unconscious guidance and manifestation of the information in their bloodline.
It's just that this information is too fragmentary, and the fire crow is a monster after all, and its wisdom is inferior to that of humans, so it has not been thoroughly sorted out and summarized.
And now, Xie Duanyang is doing this kind of work.
This group of fire crows has been affected by blood chalcedony all year round, and the blood vessels in their bodies are already active, and now they have swallowed the Qingyang Demonic Fire.
In order to refine this fire, all the demonic power of my life was unleashed, and the information became more apparent.
Soon, countless obscure pictures and words appeared in the Taixu Mirror, but they were incomplete and difficult to form chapters.
Next to it is a detailed and detailed diagram of the fire crow meridians and lungs, which is extremely detailed.
The mana washed through the Fire Crow's body more than ten times, helping it suppress the Qingyang Demonic Fire.
After feeling that no more information could be extracted by refining, Xie Duanyang stopped, put it back into the spirit beast bag, and replaced it with another fire crow.
In this way, he was either detecting the acupoints and meridians in Huo Ya's body, or exercising his skills to cultivate his magic power.
Three days have passed. Although only eight fire crows have been detected, the information obtained has been pieced together to give a general context.
The detection speed is getting faster and faster, but the unrepeated information obtained is getting less and less.
At this time, Xie Duanyang decided to stop temporarily and go out to find a place where the lone demon cultivator could fight and change his mood.
After thinking about it, he did not hunt in front of his home this time, but traveled a little longer before cruising on his own.
Xie Duanyang's route is very organized, not a straight line deep into the opponent's base camp.
Instead, draw an arc, turn around, and then gradually expand.
If there is an expert on it, you will find that his path is like an annual ring, one after another.
The area close to the main camp of the Seven Sects is relatively wide and sparse, while the direction of the Sixth Sect of the Demonic Path is much closer.
Although the detection speed is not very fast, it can ensure safety as much as possible.
When Xie Duanyang went around the fourth circle, he finally met a demon disciple.
I just don’t know if it’s my own misfortune or Xie Duanyang’s misfortune.
This time there is not one demonic monk, but two.
One person is wearing the red clothes of the Demon Flame Sect, and the other one is wearing a green robe, and he is actually a monk from the Yuling Sect.
Except for the monthly battles, the Golden Drum Original Fighting Fights are basically fights between opponents and individual fights.
Once the monks gather together, it seems that their combat power and safety are greatly improved, but the target is also much larger.
When these foundation-building monks gather together, it’s impossible to say which of the alchemy-forming monks will take advantage of them upon seeing them.
After doing this several times, everyone found that the casualty rate was unbearable.
And because of the character of monks, not to mention fellow sects, even brothers from the same sect must be extremely careful and vigilant.
Such a pattern has been formed within three or two months since the war started. It is not only the deliberate promotion of both parties, but also the result of the actual situation of the cultivation world.
Therefore, almost 70% of the foundation-building monks in the Golden Drum Plain are alone.
The rest will form small teams of two or three people.
Most of them are from the same family, or close friends who have known each other for many years.
As for teams with more than four people, there is no one.
At this time, the two people observing Xie Duanyang fell into the latter situation.
The Demon Flame Sect monk is a fat man who weighs at least 200 kilograms. His red clothes are bulging, but he is not bloated and cumbersome at all. Instead, he looks extremely sturdy.
The fat man licked his lips, his squinted eyes were filled with light, and he looked greedily at Xie Duanyang's waist.
"Brother Cao, this kid has a lot of storage bags, and he seems to have a few spirit animal bags. He is definitely a big fat sheep."
In order to avoid alerting the prey, he did not use his spiritual power to sense the opponent's specific cultivation level, but he could still clearly see how many storage bags he had on him.
"Since the other party dares to hang so many storage bags, he may not have the strength to match them.
You and I, brothers, don’t be careful if you meet a powerful person and break your teeth!”
Unlike the fat man from the Demon Flame Sect, the older monks from the Yuling Sect are very skinny, giving off a sinister look.
Although he also kept an eye on Xie Duanyang's storage bag, he was obviously much more cautious than his companions. He put his hand on the leather bag on his waist, took out two palm-sized flying insects, and shook them gently.
Flying insects look like moths but not moths, look like butterflies but not butterflies, and are dusty and inconspicuous.
Although the speed is not very fast, there is no sound between the flapping of the wings, almost blending into the wind.
If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.
Seeing the flying insect approaching ten feet away from Xie Duanyang, the skinny monk couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
As a monk of the Yuling Sect, his trump card is of course his spiritual pet.
This kind of magic leaf moth is not very lethal, but it has several wonderful uses.
Even for late-stage monks, it is difficult to detect if you are not careful.
If you are approached...
The Yuling Sect monk’s smile instantly solidified.
The two spiritual insects in my house suddenly stopped in the air, and then shattered.
Although the leaf moth is just like the flower bee, both are spiritual insects that breed in groups.
It doesn't matter if they die once or twice, but it clearly shows that their previous plan failed.
The skinny monk was thinking whether to attack with all his strength or let go of Xie Duanyang, who didn't look very easy to deal with.
But soon, he won't have to think about it anymore.
After killing two spiritual insects, Xie Duanyang flew straight towards this place without stopping.
Apparently he has discovered his home.
"There is a road to heaven, but if you don't take it, there is no door to hell, so you have to throw yourself into it!"
The Yuling Sect monk snorted coldly, said hello to his companions, raised his hands, and released twenty or thirty Phantom Leaf Moths at once.
Then he used two more green flying hooks.
One is in front, ready to kill at any time, while the other is circling around, protecting itself and its companions.
As for the monks from the Demon Flame Sect, they took out a black skull and threw it out just like the monks from the Ghost Spirit Sect.
The skull swelled in the wind until it was as big as a millstone. From the holes in the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, blue and green phosphorus fire floated out.
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Working together in the air, they look like snakes and pythons, soaring and flying away.
Although it is not as powerful as Qingyang Demonic Fire, its power is not weak.
In particular, the two of them have a tacit understanding of each other, as they have obviously collaborated countless times.
"These things are indeed poisonous."
Over there, a dark green haze floated over Xie Duanyang's body, and the bodies of the two phantom leaf moths were swept into it.
This kind of spiritual insect can only bully the careless early-stage monks, so how can they plot against themselves?
However, he was still extra cautious and raised the Hundred Poison Cold Light Barrier to prevent these flying insects from getting any toxins.