At dusk on the earth, the darkness is in the sky, the earth is pitch black and bleak.

There are no mortals, so it is difficult for mortals to live in the environment of the land. Therefore, most of the people here are monks. Even occasionally some mortals are strong in body and strong in blood. They are descendants of the cultivation family that has been formed here for many years.

The moment Meng Hao stepped into this dark land, he turned around and showed a hint of suspicion on his face. He vaguely felt that after stepping into this place, there seemed to be an invisible silk thread on his body, which was covered.

But before entering this place, Meng Hao did not notice the invisible silk thread at all. Only when it was covered did Meng Hao realize its existence.

After pondering for a while, Meng Hao felt thoughtful. The vine held his body and whistled away on the earth. After a while, Meng Hao withdrew his thoughts and his eyes flashed, his spiritual consciousness dispersed.

His spiritual consciousness scattered, and this place was a hundred miles in a circle, and it suddenly appeared in his mind.

"You want to find a place to heal quietly..."

"In addition, Zhou Dekun was caught in the motu... And here, if there is any information about whether the wood silkworm is not available, it may be able to refine the wood silkworm." Meng Hao pondered for a moment and took out Ji Hongdong's storage bag again. The runes on it were actually weak at this moment. It was as if they were suppressed, but Meng Hao tried it but could not open it. But he also saw that if this kind of suppression lasted longer, he should be able to open the storage bag.

After a while, Meng Hao closed his eyes and let the vine move forward quickly without any rest. He moved forward for more than a month.

On the way, I met some monks from Mo Tu. These monks were all thin and had a very strong ferocious aura. They rarely came in groups of three or five. Most of them were alone. They gave Meng Hao the feeling of being like a lonely wolf.

This is very different from the Southern Region.

It seems that the people here have experienced too much in life and death, and almost all those who can survive are covered with a lot of blood.

But no matter how fierce these people were, their eyes were all shrinking when they saw Meng Hao. Meng Hao's white hair was too conspicuous, and the white hair was swaying, combined with his pale face, immediately gave people a gloomy feeling.

In addition, the hideous vine is a fierce thing at first glance, exuding the aura of foundation building, and it also has a faint smell of blood, which makes people vaguely judge it intuition. This person should not be provoked.

Even some people with good cultivation skills could hesitate after they noticed Meng Hao's cultivation skills, and avoided them without stopping them.

In this Modi, killing people is too normal, and deaths are often seen.

Meng Hao walked along the way, saw dozens of cultivators fighting and many scenes of death, and gradually gained a more intuitive understanding of Mo Tu.

However, what made Meng Hao feel strange was that a month passed and he was always alert, but he didn't see Ji's family chasing him. This incident made Meng Hao think of the covered invisible silk thread when he stepped into the ink soil a month ago.

"Could it be that this thread appeared after I killed Ji Hongdong? Is it the people of the Ji family who searched for my traces? If so, why can this piece of ink soil cover?" Meng Hao hesitated for a moment, not sure.

Time passed again, and soon another month passed. Compared with the Southern Region, the land of the land was not large, but when Meng Hao walked here, he looked around and saw that there were not many cities here, which gave people a sense of vastness and distant land.

Most of them were desolate, dark earth, and there was a sense of silence and dullness. There were even fewer places with spiritual energy. Fortunately, Meng Hao had no requirements for spiritual energy. On that day, Meng Hao, who was sitting cross-legged on the vine, suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

In his spiritual consciousness, more than eighty miles away, there was a short mountain and a simple cave existed. This cave was not in the mountains, but at the foot of the mountain, like a cave, and there was a mountain spring next to it that gathered into the pool water.

The water is dirty, and there are birds and beasts around it. There are a lot of weeds, which seem a bit abandoned. If Meng Hao hadn't deliberately searched for a place to heal, it would have been easy to ignore it.

"It's a good place." Meng Hao pondered for a moment, and he heard his consciousness. The vine immediately changed direction and headed straight for the short mountain.

Soon after, we arrived at this area, Meng Hao stood up and took a step forward, while the vines sank into the earth and hid.

Meng Hao walked past this weed and when he passed by the pool, there happened to be a little black beast drinking water by the pool, looking up at Meng Hao, showing a fierce look.

Meng Hao did not pay attention to the little beast, but flew up and looked around the mountain for a while, with satisfaction on his face. In a flash, he rushed straight to a crack in the mountain and flew away in an instant.

The crack winds and connects below. Soon, a cave gate appeared in front of Meng Hao. Meng Hao waved his right hand and the gate immediately trembled and slowly opened.

The cave is not big, and there is still some dust around it, as if no one is inhabited for some time. The remaining aura is the fifth and sixth levels of the condensed Qi. It can be seen that the original owner of this cave has low cultivation.

After looking around, Meng Hao shook his sleeves, and immediately it felt like wind blew here. All the dust disappeared and the moisture disappeared instantly.

Meng Hao then sat down cross-legged, breathed a long sigh, and thought appeared in his eyes. After a moment, he pinched his right hand and pointed at the gate of the cave. Suddenly, the gate closed, and several runes appeared on it, sealing it.

"The injury has recovered 50% now. This time the injury is too serious..." Meng Hao took out the pill and swallowed it, closed his eyes and meditated, trying to recover his injuries.

He himself is a master of alchemy. He refines elixirs for healing according to his own injuries, so the effect is naturally the best.

Time passed slowly, and it was very quiet here. In this silence, the cave was pitch black. Meng Hao sat cross-legged alone, and sometimes woke up from entering into meditation. When he opened his eyes, he stared at the darkness, and scenes of Ziyun Sect could not help but appear in his mind.

"Ji Family..." A cold light appeared in Meng Hao's eyes, and he closed his eyes again.

Three months passed without realizing it, and Meng Hao's injuries recovered most of the time, and now it was 80%. According to his prediction, in a few months, he could fully recover as usual, reach his previous peak state, and even make more progress.

However, what made Meng Hao feel strange was that in the past three months, there was still no one from the Ji family who came to chase him. This incident made Meng Hao think a lot.

"Is it my master..." Meng Hao suddenly thought of this possibility and fell silent.

After a long time, Meng Hao sighed lightly, and was about to close his eyes and continue to heal his wounds, his expression suddenly moved and he looked outside the cave.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a thin body and about thirty years old was looking around carefully and moving forward quickly.

His cultivation level is not high. He only looks like the sixth level of Qi Condensation, and there is a brutal light in his eyes. If he meets a cultivator of the same level in the Southern Region, this person will probably win.

"It's so unlucky this time. What kind of broken place has been trapped for two years!" The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, looked around vigilantly, and moved forward quickly, heading straight for the low mountain.

It seemed like a familiar road. After approaching the low mountain, the middle-aged man looked around first. He was sure there was no danger and no one followed him. Then he jumped into the crack and walked down the crack.

"You must never go to that ghost place again in the future. Fortunately, although I was trapped for two years this time, I have no worries about my life. Unlike some other people, I have almost died." The middle-aged man sighed. Since embarking on this path of cultivation, he has experienced many things and seen a lot of life and death. He is not numb at this moment, but he is also a little used to it.

"To put it bluntly, there is still no elixir." The middle-aged man muttered a few words, came outside the gate of the cave, raised his right hand and threw out a token.

"But I am a person with the chance to have my own cave." The middle-aged man was a little proud, relaxed and planned to go back to the cave to rest.

But soon he opened his eyes wide and looked at the token he threw out, flashing, but the door to the cave was not opened.

"It's broken?" The man was stunned, stepped forward and took off the token, looked carefully, and was about to try again, suddenly he saw the traces of dust on the ground that had been opened by the cave gate. Compared with the dust around him, the traces were obvious.

At this glance, his eyes immediately showed anger. How could he not understand that his cave was snatched away!

"Where did you come from the unsightly guy who dares to steal your Grandpa Huang's cave, and you won't get out for me!" The man surnamed Huang immediately spoke angrily. He had his own judgment. The spiritual energy in this cave had long been exhausted, and high-level Qi Condensation Cultivator can pay very little attention, let alone other powerful cultivators.

Moreover, in the years when this cave was occupied by him, some people took the opportunity to come and snatch it away, but they were all about the same level as him and were killed one by one by one, so they finally became the owner of this small cave.

Now he immediately judged that he must have not come back for two years, so the cave was stolen again.

"Open the door, your grandma's, this is your Grandpa Huang's territory, your Grandpa Huang's cave, and in all directions nearby, who doesn't know my eight-armed Dragon King Huang Daxian!"

In the cave, Meng Hao frowned. The cave looked deserted before, but he didn't expect that there was a real master...

"I think you are brave enough to take the ambition of leopards. Even Grandpa Huang's cave!" Huang Daxian roared a few times, and saw that there was no sound in the cave, he snorted coldly, raised his right hand to pinch his fingers, and pointed forward suddenly. With this finger, he blushed, but a flame instantly spewed out, turning into a fire ball more than one person high, and headed straight for the cave gate.

A roar echoed in this narrow place, and Wong Tai Sin's voice came out again.

"You should..."

Before he could finish his voice, suddenly, the gate of the cave opened and closed silently, revealing a gap. Huang Daxian snorted coldly and thought to himself that his magic tricks intimidated the other party. He was angry at this moment, but he did not step in immediately, but looked alert.

Until the gate of the cave was completely opened and the dust here was no longer flying, Huang Daxian immediately saw Meng Hao with a calm face in the cave at a glance.

"Your breast..." Huang Daxian saw Meng Hao alone, and immediately felt at ease. Just as he was about to yell, he suddenly saw Meng Hao's eyes, and his deep eyes seemed to have cold majesty.

The white hair on his head exuded a terrifying and pale skin color. It seemed that enough blood was needed to allow the other party to return to some normal skin color.

All of this made Huang Daxian feel like a basin of cold water sprinkled on his head in an instant, and his body shivered.

"Dao...this fellow Taoist..."

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