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  In the fog, Du Mu Shi's face was solemn, and although they had the ancient jade plate, the seven of them were still extremely cautious.

  There is crisis lurking in every corner of the spiritual world, and they dare not have any intention of relaxing.

  "That is... Five-Colored Deer, Spirit Rabbit!"

  "Peak master, did immortals really exist in this place?"

  Several middle-aged men withdrew their gaze in shock. Although they were from the first family of Huaxia, they had never seen an immortal before.

  "The Heavenly Maiden is indeed an immortal! There are many things in this world that we don't know about." The woman's face remained calm, despite the surprise in her heart.

  "Du Mu's master, the strange beast we saw has indeed surpassed the fourth layer of the Tribulation Realm?"

  Behind Xia Feng's back, a middle-aged martial artist spoke cautiously.

  Beyond the fourth layer of Tribulation Realm, the combat power of the alien beast is absolutely guaranteed.

  "It won't be wrong, that strange beast seems to be a white lion, as tall as two-story building." Du Mu Shi nodded.

  On that day, after discovering this mysterious place, Mu Shi thought for a long time before deciding to inform Piao Yu Feng.

  After all, Piaomiao Peak is the first sect in Huaxia.

  It's impossible for them to defeat the White Lion with just their sword skills alone.

  Today, there are seven powerful beings who have crossed the tribulation boundary, all for this spiritual vein.

  There is also a ritual instrument among them.

  The spiritual pulse is in the Floating Mist Peak, and no one dares to rob it.

  As for the magical instruments left behind by the immortal, the treasure is reserved for those who are destined to have it.

  Ling Hao quickly passed by the seven people, ignoring them.

  All the way up, soon a mountain range like an ink dragon appeared in front of Linghuo.

  On the mountain, a tall camellia tree was blooming with an unusual glow, looking extremely mysterious under the nourishment of spiritual energy.

  "Camellia!"

  Gazing afar, his eyes shone with an extraordinary light.

  On earth, he saw such a scene for the first time and believed some of what the old man with the bird cage said.

  This place is very likely to be the territory of a certain immortal sect in ancient times.

  "First find the spiritual pulse."

  Ling Hao's eyes revealed a thoughtful expression, and he immediately set off with a swift movement towards the void, arriving at the Xian Cha Tree in no time.

  "What's that?"

  Standing on the immortal tea tree, Ling Hao raised his head and looked up, only to see a fist-sized crimson fruit hanging from the tip of the tree, with majestic spiritual energy emanating from it.

  "Dragon Fruit!"

  Ling Hao's eyes swept around, finally landing on the ground beneath his feet. A faint smile played on his lips: "The Spiritual Fruit is indeed born from the Spiritual Veins. It seems that the Spiritual Vein is right under my feet."

  Since ancient times, the spiritual vein has given birth to a spiritual energy fruit.

  Ling Hao floated up, easily plucking the spiritual fruit, and immediately gazed deeply at something below his feet before dashing off into the distance.

  Roar!

  At the same time, a furious roar shook the mountains and forests, and a huge white figure appeared in an instant as Ling Hao disappeared.

  As high as two-story building.

  Long, snow-white hair, a pair of blood-red eyes full of indignation.

  Something that had been guarded for hundreds of years was stolen, and it couldn't help but get angry.

  The beast's blood-red eyes scanned the formation, and suddenly discovered seven figures slowly advancing. Its four hooves moved, and it immediately transformed into a bolt of lightning, dashing towards the seven people.

  "Peak master, just now I seemed to have heard a roar of anger, it wasn't the five-colored deer, but the sound of a fierce beast."

  "I also heard it."

  "It should be that White Lion of the Five-Layered Tribulation Boundary. Du Mu Shi's expression turned grave, and he said slowly: 'Prepare for battle.'"

  As soon as the words fell, a white lion appeared before them, and with one spout, a thick flame dragon as big as a tree trunk came rushing over.

  A dragon appears, and the temperature instantly rises, as if wanting to melt heaven and earth.

  "Bastard!"

  The woman coldly rebuked him, and suddenly a feather fan appeared in her jade hand, with mysterious symbols on the fan.

  A woman fanned, and a gust of violent wind suddenly appeared, easily blocking that flame.

  "Law enforcement!"

  Du Mu Jin gazed at Xia Feng's hand-held feather fan with a face full of envy.

  This is the foundation of Piaoyu Peak, and their Sword Sect doesn't have such a powerful artifact.

  Ling Hao stood on the treetop in the distance, pinching a spiritual fruit in his hand, and looked at the scene below with a cold expression.

  "Legal instrument, medium legal instrument."

  "Shangguan Ziqiong is really generous indeed."

  Ling Hao sneered and continued to watch the battle.

  "Kill this demon."

  The woman snorted coldly and shook her hand, a three-foot green sword appeared on her wrist.

  The sword shines brightly, with a chilling aura that sends shivers down one's spine.

  Another piece of equipment.

  Seven people charged towards Bai Xiong in an instant, each displaying their ultimate skills, the air was filled with all sorts of violent auras.

  Seven people have crossed the Tribulation Realm's Great Power, and among them, two have even reached the fourth layer of the Tribulation Realm's Great Power.

  Exceptional combat power.

  It wasn't long before the white lion was covered in scars, and the anger in his eyes turned to madness.

  Whoosh!

  The white lion is furious, but not stupid.

  Feeling the wind beneath his feet, he immediately fled in disarray.

  Turned into lightning and disappeared again.

  "No need to chase, let's go find the spiritual vein first."

  The woman's voice was cold and obstructive, her breathing slightly disordered.

  The mysterious attack in his body has been consumed by about 70-80%.

  Although she has a magic tool, every time she urges the magic tool to consume too much Xuan Gong, even if she can't use it multiple times.

  "Is that all?"

  Ling Hao sneered and said in a low voice: "Then this Ling certain will take it down."

  With a sudden movement, Ling Hao's figure disappeared and reappeared outside a cave.

  A line of blood appeared on the ground, and Ling Hao walked in with his hands behind his back.

  The cave is only about 100 meters deep and has a space the size of a football field inside. At this time, the white lion was already on the verge of collapse and had become a bloody lion.

  Seeing Ling Hao, the White Lion struggled to get up and let out a series of angry roars.

  It didn't expect that the pursuing soldiers would come so quickly.

  Moreover, the young man in front of him looked ordinary, but as a beast, he was naturally very sensitive to crisis.

  It can be felt that this young man is more terrifying than the seven people just now.

  "Don't be afraid, I can cure you, but you have to submit to me." Ling Hao walked calmly in front of the White Lion, his eyes scanning over the wounds on its body as he spoke lightly.

  He had already sensed the presence of the White Lion.

  This is no ordinary exotic beast, but a spiritual one.

  Spirit beast cultivating in the spiritual vein land.

  However, there is a seal within its body, and its strength has been reduced to only one-tenth.

  If the seal is lifted, let alone seven transcendent beings, even an army would be unable to cause it any harm.

  "Roar!"

  The white lion let out a low growl, its body growing weaker and weaker.

  "Alas!"

  Ling Hao sighed and immediately said: "I am a cultivator."

  "Or perhaps he is the only cultivator on this earth."

  "Roar!"

  Bai Shi heard Ling Hao's words and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

  "Don't believe?"

  Ling Hao smiled lightly and immediately stretched out his palm to pinch the White Lion, a powerful Xuan Gong instantly covering the wound on the White Lion.

  Visible to the naked eye, the white lion's wound began to heal in an instant, and it was healed in the blink of an eye.

  But lost time is never found again.

  "How about it now? Do you believe me?"

  Ling Hao shrugged and said, "It's a spiritual beast. I can teach you the art of transformation, and we don't have to stay here forever."

  As soon as he finished speaking, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in White Lion's eyes.

  Illusion technique, for spiritual beasts is absolutely a temptation of fame.

  (End of chapter)

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