Chapter 239 The Strange Valley (3200 words, please subscribe)

Half an hour later.

Ling Pengqiu looked at the pile of monster materials in front of him, as well as the flesh and blood of a wolf monster in the late Qi training stage, two wolf monsters in the middle Qi training stage, and three monster monsters in the early Qi training stage, and secretly calculated the value of these things.

"Among the pile of monster materials, there are several wolf monster furs, which were damaged by the fire I just hit, and the value is greatly reduced. It is estimated that they can only be sold for more than 20 spiritual stones on the market."

"Monster flesh loses spiritual energy quickly. It is difficult for me to leave this place and return to the clan mountain or go to the nearby market to sell the six monster flesh in a short time. This batch of monster flesh can only be kept for my own consumption."

"With this calculation, the harvest of this battle is a small harvest, not a loss."

Ling Pengqiu's face was happy.

In this battle, he consumed a total of three rocket talismans and one recovery pill. The four spiritual objects added up, and the value is probably more than 20 spiritual stones.

A rocket talisman is worth five spiritual stones on the market, and a Qi-recovering pill is worth seven or eight spiritual stones on the market.

After the joy, Ling Pengqiu shot out a spiritual light and cut off about half a pound of flesh and blood from the late Qi training wolf king's flesh and blood. Only then did he put the batch of monster materials and flesh and blood into the storage bag.

As for the half pound of wolf king's flesh and blood, he used it to cook and eat.

The wolf king's flesh and blood contained a lot of spiritual energy. In order to avoid waste, Ling Pengqiu quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, practiced the skills, refined the wolf meat in his stomach into spiritual energy, and sent it into the dry dantian to restore spiritual power.

After the spiritual power was restored, Ling Pengqiu also walked out of the quiet room, went out to the outside world, waved his hand to take out a yellow cloth flying magic weapon, and stepped on it.

After identifying the direction of the escape of the six early Qi training flame wolves that had escaped earlier, he controlled the yellow cloth flying magic weapon under his feet and flew out of the stream mountain.

Patrol the area to prevent the six flame wolves from leaving and causing more trouble.

After flying for about dozens of miles, Ling Pengqiu found the traces of the six flame wolves when he passed through a dense forest.

Because his own strength was higher than that of the six flame wolves, and he had several attack and defense talismans on him, Ling Pengqiu did not worry too much. After controlling the flying yellow cloth magic weapon under his feet to land on the ground, he directly killed the six flame wolves.

The six flame wolves knew Ling Pengqiu's strength. When they found that Ling Pengqiu was chasing and attacking, they immediately fled.

They did not dare to fight with Ling Pengqiu too much, so as not to follow the footsteps of the wolf king.

Ling Pengqiu had already guarded against this. Long before, he had arranged several entanglement spells in this dense forest.

When he saw the six flame wolves fleeing in all directions, he quickly activated those entanglement spells, transformed into vines, and bound the four feet of the six fleeing flame wolves.

Although the six flame wolves cast fire spells in time to burn the vines bound to their four feet into ashes, they were temporarily blocked from escaping.

Ling Pengqiu also seized this opportunity, waved the Fiery Fan in his hand, and conjured up a large piece of fire, quickly trapped the four flame wolves in the early stage of Qi training, and then used four fireball talismans to conjure up fireballs and blasted them to death.

But just a moment of delay, the other two flame wolves had already escaped.

Ling Pengqiu naturally couldn't let go of the fat meat in front of him, and took out the yellow cloth flying magic weapon he had used before, stepped on it, and quickly chased the nearest flame wolf.

Once he caught up, he relied on the spirit talisman to fight quickly.

Then, he chased the remaining flame wolf.

The remaining flame wolf had a strong cultivation base and was about to enter the middle stage of Qi training, and its speed was extremely fast.

In addition, Ling Pengqiu had wasted some time chasing the other flame wolf, and the grade of the yellow cloth flying magic weapon under his feet was only the first-grade lower grade.

For a while, it was difficult to catch up with the remaining last flame wolf.

After two incense sticks.

Ling Pengqiu chased the last flame wolf and unknowingly broke into the territory of the Qingzhu Wang family.

The Ling family borders the Yunwu Wen family and the Qingzhu Wang family.

Just when he went deep into the Qingzhu Wang family for about ten miles and passed through a desolate valley, he finally caught up with the wolf monster.

He quickly cast a winding talisman to temporarily trap the wolf monster, and then quickly controlled the yellow cloth flying magic weapon under his feet, landed on the ground, freed up enough spiritual consciousness, took out the blazing fire fan, and transformed into a blazing fire that swept towards the wolf monster.

Although the wolf monster was about to enter the middle stage of Qi training, its cultivation was still weak after all, and it was no match for Ling Pengqiu at all.

In just a dozen breaths, the vortex of fire that the wolf demon had conjured up to resist the attack of the raging fire was broken by the raging fire.

This time, Ling Pengqiu was careful and did not directly use the raging fire to burn it to ashes, but only burned the head of the wolf demon.

The body of the wolf demon was not damaged at all.

Just as Ling Pengqiu happily put the body of the wolf demon into the storage bag and was about to leave, he noticed that there was something wrong with the deserted valley half a mile away.

Just now, he subtly noticed that there was a gaze in the deserted valley looking at him.

But that gaze quickly disappeared.

Ling Pengqiu's expression condensed, and he looked at the deserted valley half a mile away, mobilized his spiritual sense, and scanned it, but did not find anything unusual.

This situation did not let Ling Pengqiu let down his guard, but instead his vigilance was immediately raised.

Because of his spiritual roots, his spiritual sense has always been several times stronger than that of cultivators of the same level.

Although his current cultivation level is only the sixth level of Qi training, the power of his spiritual consciousness is enough to spread over an area of ​​more than seventy or eighty feet around him, which is comparable to the spiritual consciousness strength of a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training.

"Those who can evade my spiritual sense detection are either stronger than me or have practiced the art of concealing their breath."

"This valley is near the territory of my Ling family. There is no rumor among my Ling family that there are independent cultivators who have built their foundations, perfected their Qi training, or other cultivators who have secluded themselves here."

"Now it happens to be the time of the monster beast chaos. All independent cultivators who have built their foundations and perfected their Qi training have been sought out by the Bailing Sect and summoned to Xiyang Market."

"Under such circumstances, there is a cultivator who has practiced the art of concealing his breath in that valley and whose cultivation is not much different from mine. , or a monster that is good at the art of holding back its breath. "

"Otherwise, monsters and cultivators stronger than me would have killed me by now."

"However, cultivators who master the art of holding back their breath are either from large sects or from thousand-year-old clans. How could such cultivators be located in a desolate valley without spiritual veins during the chaos of monsters?"

"After eliminating all of them, only monsters that know how to hold back their breath are left."

The art of holding back breath is extremely precious. Even the Ling family does not have it. Only thousand-year-old clans or large sects like Bailingmen have the art of holding back their breath.

Thinking of this, Ling Pengqiu's expression suddenly brightened. He immediately summoned a first-grade black iron shield from his storage bag, held it tightly in his left hand, and held the Fiery Fan in his right hand. He locked his consciousness on the valley and slowly walked towards it.

The materials on the monsters that can hide their breath are all good things. They can be used to refine magic tools to hide their breath. They are good objects for sneak attacks. They are very useful and have a very high value in the market.

At the same time.

In a hidden place in the deserted valley, there was an old monk wearing Wang's Taoist robes, staring at Ling Pengqiu outside the valley.

When he saw Ling Pengqiu constantly walking towards the valley, the old monk of the Wang family frowned slightly.

"This Ling family man is young, but his cultivation is as high as the sixth level of Qi training. And judging from his actions, I think he noticed my investigation just now. I'm afraid this person's consciousness is not simple."

"Why haven't I heard of this person in the Ling family before? The intelligence department of the family is a little weak."

"But, this Ling family monk's behavior is not good. I can only come forward to stop him."

After a moment of distraction, he walked out of the deserted valley, performed the sound enhancement technique, and shouted to Ling Pengqiu who was walking here.

"Fellow Daoist, are you from the Ling family?"

"Fellow Daoist, you have crossed the border. This is the territory of our Wang family. Please leave as soon as possible and return to your own territory. Now we are in the period of the monster chaos. If you die here, our Wang family will be in trouble. Please don't make things difficult for us."

There is no shortage of secret methods for finding people in the world of immortal cultivation. If Ling Pengqiu died in the territory of the Wang family, the people of the Ling family would definitely be able to find him with the help of secret methods.

At that time, it would be troublesome for the Wang family, and they would not be able to explain it even if they were right.

Ling Pengqiu walked slowly towards the deserted valley and saw an old cultivator wearing the Wang family's Taoist robes and exuding an aura as high as the late stage of Qi training walking out of the deserted valley.

And this person also made a loud gesture, and he suddenly felt lost and stopped.

"I thought I could make a fortune, but I didn't expect it to be a cultivator from the Wang family."

"Junior, I thought there was a monster in the desolate valley, but I didn't expect it to be a senior from the Wang family. Please forgive me, I'll leave now." Ling Pengqiu also used the sound enhancement technique to reply.

After saying that, Ling Pengqiu did not avoid a conflict with the late-stage Qi training cultivator from the Wang family at the entrance of the desolate valley, so he quickly took out the yellow cloth flying magic weapon and left.

However, when he drove the yellow cloth flying magic weapon away, a sense of doubt arose in his heart.

"The Wang family, like my Ling family, is a newly established foundation-building family and has no breath-hiding skills."

"The Wang family cultivator who walked out of the desert valley, although his cultivation is stronger than mine, no matter how he hides his breath, according to common sense, he should not be able to avoid my spiritual sense detection."

"And as soon as this person left the valley, a trace of breath was revealed on his body."

"It seems that there is probably a formation in the desert valley that isolates the detection of spiritual sense, or a breath-hiding formation."

"However, it is a bit strange that a desert valley without spiritual veins is arranged with such a formation, and there is also a late-stage Qi training cultivator sitting in charge."

The desert valley is not far from the stream mountain where he is stationed. He also knows that there is no spiritual vein in this desert valley.

However, although Ling Pengqiu was puzzled, he did not immediately verify it, but left a little faster.

The desert valley must have a secret.

His cultivation is weaker than that of the Wang family cultivator. Once the Wang family cultivator has the intention to kill, he will not be able to resist.

At the entrance of the desolate valley.

The Wang family cultivator looked at Ling Pengqiu's leaving figure, and his expression showed a hint of complexity.

"The secret of this desolate valley can't be hidden for long. More than ten days ago, the clan members who were sent to Bailingmen to report the matter of the desolate valley should not have arrived at Bailingmen yet."

"I hope that no other incidents will occur during the time when the Bailingmen cultivators come here."

"If that cultivator is not a Ling family cultivator, it would be good. We can kill him directly to silence him."

"The family is still too weak. If my Wang family also had a foundation-building cultivator in charge during the chaos of the monster beast, we would not have to worry so much. We could directly kill the Ling family cultivator and blame the monster beast directly. The Ling family would have nothing to say."

"What a pity..."

After a helpless sigh, he also returned to the desolate valley.

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