Su Chen's team five came out of the cave, ready to find a way out.

Brother Zhang led the way ahead. He was in this dim underground cave, without any sense of direction, and he didn't know where to go. His mind was confused and he led everyone around the cave.

However, after walking for half an hour, I entered the dead end of the cave several times, and had no way to go, so I could only retreat and walk back.

Moreover, they did not encounter other teams, and they seemed to have disappeared into this huge underground cave that was at least fifty or sixty miles away.

Su Chen frowned and felt deeply worried.

Brother Zhang was wandering around, even around the same place, but he couldn't figure it out in a daze. He had been walking in the same place several times.

Su Chen couldn't help but think something was wrong.

The road that Brother Zhang walked should be the road of life.

However, Zhang still circled around the cave and could not find any way out. Could it be that there is no exit in this underground cave?

Su Chen looked at Master Lu in confusion.

Mr. Lu was also puzzled that this situation rarely happened. Could it be that he used a divination technique when he entered the Mixian Canyon, which was a bad hexagram. This unlucky bad luck has already surpassed Brother Zhang's good luck?

In the underground cave, it was more than ten miles away from Su Chen and others.

Zhou Baosi's team walked along an underground cave. Perhaps this was the main cave. The group walked a long way and had not reached the end.

As he was walking, Zhou Baosi suddenly heard the gurgling sound of water splashing.

She was surprised to find that there was a spiritual spring spewing out of a spring fountain on the dark stone wall. The caves in front were covered with stone walls and a little water was oozing out. I had never seen such a large amount of spiritual springs gushing out.

Zhou Baosi was stunned, suddenly thought of something, showed surprise, and flew over.

She found that the spring in this fountain was about the size of a fist and led to the depths of the stone wall. She immediately pulled out the spiritual sword and dug into the spring.

"Miss Zhou, what?"

Several other monks in the team were confused. Just a spiritual spring, what should I do if I dig it?

"This spiritual spring gushed in large quantities, which may lead to an underground river. If you dig it down from this spiritual spring, if you can find an underground river, maybe we can go out along the underground river."

Zhou Baosi said in surprise.

"Underground river? Yes, this spiritual spring may really connect to the underground river!"

The team members immediately reacted and quickly used the spiritual sword and sword to dig out the spiritual spring with their spiritual sword.

This spiritual spring is only the size of a fist, so people naturally cannot enter.

Only by digging a foot wide can people pass through it.

However, half an hour passed.

The fatigue of Zhou Baosi and the five others digging, and most of their magic power was consumed, but they were desperate to find that the underground rock was too hard.

This is a hard rock that has been tempered by countless years of earth fire. They used the spiritual sword in their hands to dig out for half an hour, and only dug out more than a dozen pieces of fist-sized gravel.

Even the spiritual sword and sword in their hands began to roll dullly.

This small spiritual spring could not allow them to escape.

What should I do?

Everyone in Zhou Baosi's team was desperate.

In the underground cave, there is a cave fork.

Zhuang Bufan walked carefully in this cave passage with five people.

In the past few days, they occasionally had encounters with other teams, and even had conflicts and killed one person. However, they quickly fled, and Zhuang Bufan was not in a hurry to kill them all.

They are exploring the cave.

It was soon discovered that at the end of the cave was a spiritual water pool hundreds of feet wide, with the stalactites on the top of the cave dripping drops of spiritual water. In the middle of the spiritual water pool, a thousand-year-old water lotus seed exuding a rich fragrance.

This spiritual lotus has already formed lotus seeds, and is surrounded by a pink mist, which is extremely tempting.

This water lotus seed is not a spiritual herb required for the five major immortal sects' missions, but it is a spiritual lotus seed that can be eaten directly by monks, and is very beneficial for tempering the body.

But what shocked Zhuang Bufan and the other five was that three new corpses were lying beside the spiritual pool.

A monk flew over, turned back in shock, and said to Zhuang Bufan: "Boss, it's only three people left in Tang Changsong and his team, all of whom are dead here!"

"Can they have an internal strife? But it shouldn't be. They are only three of them. Isn't it enough to divide this thousand-year-old water lotus seed? Isn't it so greedy that I want to eat it alone?"

"Even if anyone wants to take it alone, at least one person should come alive!"

Everyone in the team was shocked.

Although there is no trust among the various Qi-refining teams, the team often has a lot of trust in the accomplices of monks who have worked together for several years or even more than ten years.

Zhuang Bufan looked at the bodies of three monks including Tang Changsong indifferently with his concentric eyes.

The wound had just solidified for a while and it was estimated that it would die within one or two hours.

They had no spiritual swords, no wounds left by the spiritual swords, nor were there any signs of strong fighting, and they were not killing each other at all.

There are not even biting marks from monsters.

Instead, a strange flat wound was neatly cut off their bodies, resulting in death.

Before they died, they all opened their pupils wide, as if they couldn't believe they would die.

Death is very strange.

"Tang Changsong is also quite good. Why did he die without any resistance?"

After careful investigation, everyone in the team felt cold all over.

"Don't touch the corpse and the thousand-year-old water lotus seed, go out! This place is weird and you can't stay for a long time!"

Zhuang Bufan felt chill in his heart, his face was deep, he slowly stepped back, turned around and left.

He was worried that there was some kind of trap next to this thousand-year-old water lotus seed.

I don’t know if it was a human or a monster.

"Go away!"

The team was frightened and looked panicked, and hurriedly retreated out of the cave passage.

Suddenly, the head of a member of the ninth-level Qi Refining Cultivation Squad, who was walking in the front, fell silently and smoothly, and the qi and blood splattered and gushed.

He felt painless until he found that his head fell to the ground and separated from his body, he was frightened to find something wrong and tried to hold his head. But it was too late, and his head and body had already separated.

"who!"

"Not good, there is a sneak attack!"

The monks of Zhuang Bufan's team were all shocked and drew out their spiritual swords and swords to face the caves, not daring to move at all.

They were completely stunned, and their four pairs of alert eyes swept to the suspicious places around them.

No traps were seen, and no attackers were found.

However, in their team, a cultivator in the ninth level of Qi Refining Stage died silently!

"Diet by cutting?"

"Could it be!"

Zhuang Bufan's face turned blue. He held the spirit sword in his hand, and his divine thoughts were completely released. He walked slowly to the death of the team member. He stared at his sharp eyes and looked ahead carefully, as if he had some guesses in his heart.

Finally, he got closer and was shocked to find that there was a nearly completely transparent thread just five inches from the front of his nose, connecting the hole walls on both sides.

This is an ice thread. Standing a little far away, it is completely invisible to the naked eye, but it is as sharp as a blade and cut into meat like mud.

It was this transparent ice silk thread that cut a member of his team who was walking out quickly to death.

Zhuang Bufan was sweating coldly on his back, and he reached out and pinched the ice silk thread gently, and even with magic power on his fingers, he could not pinch the tough silk thread completely.

He tried to cut it with a spirit sword, and the ice silk thread cut into the spirit sword like a mud.

The second-level ice silk is transparent, tough and sharp! Even the power of the divine mind of the late Qi Refining cultivator can't detect its existence.

This is definitely a second-level ice silk spit out by a monster in the foundation-building stage!

There is a mysterious foundation-building monster in this cave, who is eyeing their team and hunting them!

Zhuang Bufan took a breath of air conditioning in shock, and a chill appeared on his back.

Damn it, this is forcing him to use his skills! ——
Chapter completed!