I, Panda, am super fierce!

Shichahai is forever shrouded in a layer of mist, which has the effect of isolating one's consciousness, making it impossible to see clearly from ten feet away.

Xuan Louxin can't grasp all the nodes of the formation, which means that every time he sends people out, they are all in one place.

The "boatmen" in the city knew about this, and the monks in Shishahai outside the city also knew about it.

The few people who were sent out took off the cloth bags on their heads as soon as they landed, and looked at others with a hint of vigilance in their eyes.

Most of them are a group of desperadoes, and they will not come to this place unless they are forced to.

The surrounding area was very quiet, not even the sound of cicadas and birds chirping. Ahead was a road trampled by people. Several people looked around and finally one person walked out first.

The man walked not fast, and looked around while walking, with a very vigilant expression.

Seeing the back of the person in front disappear into the mist, and nothing unexpected happened, the other people became more courageous and stepped forward one after another.

Si Heng was the last one to walk. Before leaving, he looked back.

The gap that appeared on the city wall has disappeared, and the entire wall has become a harmonious one again.

He turned around and took a step, and within two steps, the black and white ball in his arms propped up his body, turned his head and sniffed twice.

Si Heng asked: "Did you smell it too?"

Yi Zhou hummed.

The surroundings were still as quiet as before, but there was a vague smell of blood in the air.

As they moved forward, the smell of blood became stronger. Combined with the previous situation, it is likely that something happened to the people who came out together.

Shishahai is poor in resources, and there is almost no free spiritual energy in the air. Cultivators cannot absorb spiritual energy for a long time, let alone improve their cultivation, and may even fall into the realm.

None of the people who came here had a clean background, almost all of them had nowhere to go, and most of them had the idea of ​​fighting back when they were strong, how could they endure getting weaker every day.

In order to survive and continue to practice, the monks living in Shichahai have developed their unique way of cultivation—cultivation by cannibalism.

The monks absorbed spiritual energy all the year round, not only in the dantian and meridians, but also in their flesh. After processing with special techniques, the spiritual energy was like monster meat, and the spiritual energy inside could be absorbed by the monks.

After throwing away human nature, this method of cultivation can be said to be unexpectedly fast.

Not everyone can eat people, some people are more conservative, and practice with spirit stones as before.

It's just that there is no spiritual mine in Shichahai, so how can it produce spiritual stones?

The only way for these people to come from is to rob those fat sheep who have just entered Shichahai.

Yang Qingze is such a person.

He entered Shichahai 400 years ago, but he was only a golden elixir, but now he has reached the late stage of Yuanying, and he was almost able to break out of his body.

Every breakthrough requires a huge amount of spiritual energy, even if Yang Qingze has accumulated it for a long time, it is still far away.

In order to improve his cultivation, he waited on this road every day, waiting for the city wall that would open at some point, and the prey coming from the other side of the city wall.

From the moment the city wall moved, Yang Qingze knew that he would not return empty-handed today, and as expected, he didn't wait for a while, and there was a stranger's breath not far away.

Under the condition of long-term vision limitation and no use of spiritual consciousness, Yang Qingze has long learned how to use the sense of smell to find prey earlier. His body is hidden behind a tree, almost integrated with the environment. When the breath of the prey was closest, it suddenly flew behind, killing people with one blow.

There was a big gap between the prey and him, and he died on the spot before he even had time to make a sound.

Time was too tight, and Yang Qingze didn't have time to carefully look for the valuables on the other person, so he directly stuffed the whole person into the storage bag.

Survival in Shichahai requires careful planning, there is nothing he can't use, and when he takes the spoils, the corpses of the prey can be exchanged for other things.

Throwing the corpse into the storage bag again, Yang Qingze was somewhat satisfied with today's harvest.

There was no one sent over there for a long time before, and many people gave up on this place. Today, he is the only one who comes to guard.

Yang Qingze leaned against the tree, shook the blood from his hand, thinking in his mind: with a few more votes, he should be able to collect the required spirit stones.

At that time, he will become the top group of monks in the Ten Shahai.

Skillfully concealed, Yang Qingze waited for the last prey to come to his door.

Before the prey walked in, Yang Qingze heard a sentence: "The people in front are all dead."

The speaker used an affirmative tone, Yang Qingze was vigilant in his heart, felt that the last person might be a bit tricky, he felt a retreat in his heart, but thinking of the missing spirit stone, that retreat was suppressed again.

He clenched his fists and pumped himself up in his heart: what are you afraid of?The monks coming over from the city wall, even if they have the same level of cultivation, are definitely not his opponents.

The aura was getting closer and closer, and Yang Qingze could already see his appearance - he was a monk who looked young, with a slender body and a good posture, holding a monster in his arms.

Yang Qingze has robbed so many people, and has long since learned how to judge a monk's worth from his appearance.

The person in front of him is definitely a rare rich man!

Yang Qingze licked his lips, his eyes were determined to win, he waited patiently, waiting for the man to take another step forward, and then decisively shot.

But the person who was walking well stopped suddenly.

Si Heng hugged the Mao Tuanzi in his arms with both hands, and pointedly said: "Someone wants to kill us."

Yi Zhou hummed, stretched out his pink tongue and licked Si Heng's face, and just happened to wipe his lower lip when he withdrew.

"Smear my face with saliva." Si Heng said, raising the hair ball with both hands, and wiped the wet marks on his face on his stomach.

Yi Zhou stretched out his legs to protect his critical area, but was easily pushed away by someone who wiped the drool on his face, and also freed up a hand to check beside the base of his tail.

Then full of regret: "I can't see it anyway."

Yi Zhou was out of breath, and kicked his paw twice on his face, trying to scratch the old rascal's face.

It's a pity that his movements looked fierce, but his real strength was not much, and it didn't cause any harm to Si Heng's thick skin.

When Yang Qingze heard Si Heng's second sentence, he turned around and wanted to run away.

To be able to survive in Shichahai for hundreds of years, apart from strength and luck, Yang Qingze relied most on his anticipation of danger.

I am definitely not this person's opponent!The moment Yang Qingze sensed the danger, he ran in another direction at the fastest speed in his life.

Unfortunately it was too late.

As soon as he took two steps, his body was completely suppressed, making him unable to move.

The pressure of dying has stimulated Yang Qingze's potential, and the Nascent Soul in the dantian is about to move, and even faintly wants to break through to get out of his body.

However, no matter how much he raised his aura, there was nothing he could do about the pressure on him. Yang Qingze felt terrified and panicked.

Si Heng and Yi Zhou had had enough quarrels, and finally cast their eyes on the person next to them.

Yang Qingze was suppressed, and he was looked up and down all over. The other party's eyes didn't look like looking at a person, but like looking at a dead object.

There was a coldness in his heart, and he felt that he might not escape death today.

Si Heng looked at the man for too long, which made Yi Zhou a little unhappy. He stood up and put his big face in front of Si Heng.

"Ok!"

Why do you keep looking at him?

Si Heng kissed his fluffy face several times: "You can see for yourself."

Yi Zhou calmed down, and just like Si Heng, he set his eyes on Yang Qingze.

After just one glance, his eyes widened slightly.

The person in front of him was too different from the person he saw inside the city wall. The person had sparse hair, protruding cheekbones, and sunken eye sockets. The skin that fell outside was bluish white with an inorganic luster, just like the one he saw in his previous life. Zombies in horror movies.

Yang Qingze was sized up like a commodity, and he was very embarrassed, but his originally desperate heart gradually gave birth to some delusional thoughts.

Since you haven't done anything until now, don't you plan to kill him?

Just when he thought of this possibility, the pressure on his body suddenly eased, Yang Qingze relaxed and found that he could move.

He didn't dare to run away, and the feeling of danger in his heart hadn't dissipated. If he moved a step now, he might be dead on the spot in an instant. Yang Qingze stood there, waiting for possible inquiries from the two people next to him.

"what's your name?"

"Yang Qingze." He replied obediently.

Si Heng asked again: "Did you kill the people just now?"

The person next to him nodded in fear and said yes.

The other party seemed to just ask a question, without any intention of incriminating, and then turned the conversation to other aspects.

In the following time, Si Heng asked him many questions, covering all aspects of Shichahai. When he heard that the monks ate their own people, Si Heng and Yi Zhou in his arms couldn't help frowning.

Although they had expected it, neither of them expected that the bottom line of the monks here could be so low.

"Senior, although I have lived here for hundreds of years, I have never eaten anyone." Looking at the expression on Si Heng's face, Yang Qingze tried to defend himself.

Si Heng ignored him and asked another question: "How do I get from Shichahai to the Western Continent?"

Yang Qingze raised his head in surprise, looking at this man without any demonic energy, he had some guesses in his heart.

Another person to die.

But he still made it clear how to go to the Western Continent.

Just like the Dongdalu side, there are also people stationed in Shichahai on the Demonic Way side of the Western Continent, prohibiting monks from entering and leaving.

But the garrison on the Devil's side is much looser than that on the Righteous way, as long as you find someone and pay some money, you can go in.

"It's hard to live in the Devil's way. There is no way for righteous monks to go in. Not to mention that there are no extra spirit stones, even if there are, righteous monks from Shishahai will not enter."

Faced with Si Heng's doubts, Yang Qingze explained.

Hearing these people who feed on their own clan say that it is the right way, Si Heng felt a little funny. He really wondered how these people could not give birth to demons when they did all kinds of evil things.

But now is not the time to be curious about this, so Si Heng just raised his chin to the people in front: "Go forward and lead the way."