One could not meditate and cultivate inside. Similarly, once one cultivated, the yellow particles would enter the cultivator's body together with the spiritual qi, causing the cultivator to die. However, there were no restrictions on medicinal pills. You could use them however you wanted. It could be said that the Devil's Den was basically designed for body cultivators. There was no problem with normal breathing.
The black bear demon appeared in a forest at this time. At this moment, he did not dare to let the South Spiritual God out because the spirit body needed to recover its spiritual power after staying outside for a long time. Recovering here was equivalent to courting death. Previously, some cultivators had thought of entering the spirit treasure to recover, but the result was the same. They didn't even have the chance to reincarnate. The word 'miserable' was the only thing that could be said.
The Devil's Den was a small world. Although it was not very big, it would take a few decades for a cultivator to walk through it without using spiritual power. Therefore, even if the black bear demon had entered the Devil's Den once, it would basically not know the way inside.
The black bear demon sized up the large forest in front of him. Every tree was at least 30 meters tall, and the distance between each tree was very regular. They were all two meters. The colors of the leaves were colorful. If one stood in the distance, the forest would look like a bright pearl standing in the devil's cave.
The black bear demon was not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of him. If he was not careful, he might have to go and get his lunch. After observing for a while, he began to head deeper into the forest. It would take two days to get out of this forest without using his spiritual power. Of course, the premise was that he could not get lost. However, for intelligent creatures, it was a piece of cake. They would carve a corresponding mark on each tree.
" Ah…" Suddenly, a scream came from ahead. The black bear demon did not dare to be careless. It estimated that the cultivator in front of it was already dead. After looking around, he changed his direction and continued walking. After walking for about 20 hours, the black bear demon, who was a little tired, stopped to rest.
In less than a minute, Nan Spiritual God's voice came out from the Palm Origin Essence Rice Umbrella,""Quickly get up and leave this place!"
"Senior! What's wrong? Is there anything..." Before he could finish speaking, a terrifying aura began to spread over. Without thinking much, the black bear demon directly shot forward.
Five seconds later, he heard a loud bang from where he had been sitting. A large hand reached out from the ground. The hand only had four fingers, and each finger had a scythe-like blade. It was densely packed, and it made one's hair stand on end. Those with trypophobia were even worse. They would probably die if they were touched, let alone being grabbed by such a big hand. Here, cultivators could not use spiritual power and could only rely on their own strength. Facing such a big hand was like the arrival of the death god. Despair would make many cultivators forget to escape.
The Monster Clan had its advantages in the Devil's Den. The bodies of the Monster Clan and the Devil Clan were generally stronger than the Dark Clan and the Human Clan. In this Devil's Den where only physical strength could be used, he was much stronger than the Dark Clan and humans. Of course, the exception was the body refining cultivators.
The black bear demon was fortunate to have Nan Spiritual God with him. With Nan Spiritual God's reminder, he escaped this calamity. Otherwise, he would have died here today.
The black bear turned its head and looked at the big hand in fear. At this moment, the big hand was unstoppable. The black bear demon did not have time to think about it and used his left hand to block the Primordial Chaos Rice Umbrella. Squeak... There were still two wounds on his back. The black bear demon stumbled in pain and ran wildly without looking back.
Fortunately, it was blocked by the Primordial Chaos Rice Umbrella just now. Otherwise, the black bear demon would probably have died without a doubt. The black bear demon gritted his teeth in fear. He even forgot to cry out in pain. In 10 seconds, he had already run more than 300 meters. (Normal demons can run between 150-200 meters in 10 seconds without using spiritual power.）It was like having a group of people chasing you with machetes. You would be panting after running for dozens of meters, but your speed and endurance would suddenly increase a lot. Hehe! If you don't run with all your might, you'll die!!!
Even the black bear demon did not know how long he had been running. In any case, he ran out of the forest that would have taken him two days to walk out of.
In front of him was a big river, but the water was pink and very beautiful. It was easy to get intoxicated in it. Occasionally, a few pink fish would jump out of the river. They looked really cute. Anyone who saw them would want to raise one or two.
However, the black bear demon was in no mood to appreciate it. He lay on the grass by the river and panted heavily. After calming down, he simply bandaged the wound on his back. At this moment, he did not dare to be careless at all. The large hand from before had made him smell the smell of the ghost realm.
Looking at the pink Big River Black Bear Demon picking up a piece of wood and throwing it into the river, he did not think that such a pink river would be as calm as it seemed. But in the end…nothing happened. He continued to throw some rocks and branches, but in the end…nothing happened. However, after being frightened by the large hand previously and being cautious, the black bear demon felt that there must be a trap.
The length of the river could not be seen clearly. Since he could not use his divine sense, it would take a long time to detour. Fortunately, the width was only a thousand meters, so the black bear demon decided to cross the river after thinking about it. He could have swam over, but he didn't dare to. If something happened in the water, it would be more dangerous than on land. One had to know that the Devil's Den was not a place for you to visit. If another big hand came, you would be finished. After considering it for a long time, the black bear demon decided to cut down trees and use them as rafts to cross the river. This was the safest way.
After three hours of chopping, the black bear demon finally finished the raft. The raft was in the shape of a pyramid, but it didn't have a top. Two people could sit on it. He threw the raft into the river and set off a small wave. He grabbed the vine with one hand and tied the other end of the vine to the raft. After about 10 minutes, he jumped onto the raft lightly when he saw that there was nothing wrong. He held the flat wooden board in both hands and rowed (he got it when he was making the raft) towards the other side. Although the surface of the river was very calm, the black bear demon was still on tenterhooks. Finally, they reached the other side safely after five minutes. They jumped off the raft and heaved a long sigh of relief. They pulled the raft out of the water and found a hidden place to hide it. The black bear demon continued to walk forward.
It was good to be cautious, but the black bear demon seemed to have forgotten that this was a devil's den. Danger was often accompanied by opportunities. It was a pity that the fish in this river were originally his fortune. Not everyone could meet them. This fellow's caution had led to him missing the opportunity. Half an hour after he left, the Pink River disappeared. This place had actually turned into the same forest as before. No matter how resourceful you were, you wouldn't be able to figure out the reason.
The black bear demon didn't know that the pink river had disappeared. He continued to walk. Along the way, he saw a cultivator die tragically in a small forest. The other party had fallen onto a nail and died. Judging from the extent of the nails sticking out of his body, this cultivator should have fallen from a very high place. He probably fell from one of the surrounding trees. The black bear demon ignored the dead man and continued to move forward in a slanted direction. He did not change his direction because his intuition told him that there might be treasures in that direction.
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