Outside the Southern Wilderness! Rocky Mountain!

When he was about to reach the top of the mountain, Lin Changfeng stood there with difficulty, and his eyes became a little confused.

"The road to cultivation is ruthless and has no chance. We never need anyone's charity. We can only rely on ourselves!"

An old and majestic voice appeared in his ears, like the sound of a saint, floating and uncertain.

This is the voice of his master, this is a sentence he kept in mind after becoming a sword immortal in the immortal world.

So he never thought of practicing with the help of others, he just wanted to make a little change through his own efforts.

But at this moment, the vitality in his body had been exhausted and he was struggling on the brink of life and death.

The terrifying heat kept swallowing the vitality in Lin Changfeng's body, and the cold poison also emerged at this moment. The strong stimulation and torture made him hallucinate auditory and vision.

Just when he felt that he was about to hold on, the sound of the sword spirit sighing suddenly came from his ears.

"Boy, it's enough here."

Vitality surged in an instant, and the spiritual energy spread around like a wave. Lin Changfeng finally saw what was in front of him.

In a hazy red light, a blooming flower is so dazzling, like the sun in the sky, making people unable to look directly at it.

"Zhi Yan Ling Herb?"

Looking at the blooming flowers in front of him, Lin Changfeng smiled for a long time.

Zhiyan Lingcao is a spiritual-level low-grade spiritual medicine. After taking it, it can transform the meridians in other people's bodies and greatly increase their talents and practice.

Similarly, it can also remove the cold poison from his body.

The fingers approached the Yanling Grass bit by bit, and the heat of the entire rock mountain shrank sharply at the moment it came into contact with it.

At the same time, the temperature of the Zhiyan Lingcao in Lin Changfeng's hand suddenly increased several times.

With a frown, Lin Changfeng felt nervous when he watched the spiritual energy blocked.

"Boy! There is not much spiritual energy left. If you insist on taking it, I will help you!"

The spiritual energy in the body increased suddenly, and in just a moment, it exceeded the middle stage of foundation building.

"If you do this, you will fall asleep again, and there is no need to do so."

Lin Changfeng felt a thrill inside. He didn't understand why the sword spirit had to do this, and it was not worth it at all.

"Boy, remember what you promised me and help me recast my body!"

After the last passage, the sword spirit's voice came to an abrupt end, and then Lin Changfeng smiled bitterly and said, "Why did it come to this?"

Looking at the Zhiyan Lingcao floating on the crater, Lin Changfeng's eyes narrowed, and the spiritual energy in his hand was controlled into the slightest.

"Come!"

The powerful suction force moved the Yan Lingcao to float into his hands little by little, but the spiritual energy in the middle stage of foundation building was just moving forward slowly.

It can be seen that the Yan Ling Grass has matured for many years and can even compete with the cultivators in the middle stage of foundation building.

Zhiyan Lingcao does not have spiritual intelligence, it just relies on its own instinct.

It already knew that there would be danger on Lin Changfeng's side, so it instinctively used all its strength to resist.

But even though Lin Changfeng was not using his own power, the real spiritual energy was there, and this spiritual energy was enough to compete with the mid-stage foundation-building cultivator.

At the foot of the mountain, everyone felt a strange thing. At the moment the heat wave disappeared, someone rushed towards the top of the mountain.

Looking at the figures, the old Taoist Sanshan cursed: "No martial ethics! He actually attacked!"

But just as everyone arrived halfway up the mountain, a terrifying wave of spiritual energy made everyone feel dazed.

"What a terrifying spiritual energy, I'm afraid it has reached the middle stage of foundation building, right?"

"It's really scary, but this spiritual energy is decaying a little bit, maybe we can wait a little!"

Everyone looked at the top of the mountain, and a young man holding a long sword stood above the crater.

All the fluctuations of spiritual power bloomed from the other party, which surprised them extremely.

Let me ask you all the world, there are almost no foundation-building cultivators under thirty years old.

What about the monk who is less than thirty years old but is in the middle stage of foundation building?

There is absolutely no such pride of heaven, or a monster!

Just as they were staring at the crater, they finally saw a trace of charming red.

At the same time, a corner of the Yanling Grass that was as powerful as the Fire Spirit Grass was finally seen by them.

Just after taking a look, they could not describe the feeling, as if they were sucked by that corner, and could no longer move their eyes away.

"That's the spiritual treasure on Luoyan Mountain?"

"Just take a look at me, I feel the powerful aura, I must get it!"

Everyone's eyes became greedy, and when they saw a corner of the Flame Spirit Grass, they lost their minds.

After waiting for a while, the heat wave on the top of the mountain finally disappeared, and everyone finally gave up all their concerns.

They went on and on, trying to compete for treasures, wanting to transcend the world, and become foundation-building monks above all tens of thousands of people.

At the same time, many people also realized that Lin Changfeng's spiritual energy had long disappeared, and the other party was just at the end of his strength at this time.

There are so many people who climb the mountain, as long as they don’t give each other any chance, they can get the treasure, and people... they can also kill them!

Looking at the Zhiyan Lingcao in his hand that lost its luster and revealed his true face, Lin Changfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as you have you, I can completely eradicate the cold poison. By then, there will be no need for the Jin family to exist!"

After saying this, Lin Changfeng was about to leave when he heard a shout from the hillside.

"Senior Lin, be careful!"

This was Lin Xueyin's voice. Lin Changfeng turned around and saw the old monster Qingfeng with a greedy face and a distorted expression.

"Lingbao is mine!"

A sword light flashed past, and the expression on the old monster Qingfeng's face froze at this moment.

The blood was like red rain, scattered on the crater. The old monster Qingfeng watched helplessly as he rushed into the rolling magma.

With a swing of the long sword in his hand, Lin Changfeng frowned and said coldly: "Who else wants to try it!"

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