When a few people arrived at the top of the mountain, they saw a towering tree from a distance that was about a hundred feet high and required a hundred people to surround it. However, it had withered, and there were only countless branches and not a single leaf left on it.
There is a huge tree hole at the root of the big tree. You can see with the help of light that there is a big snake with a red protrusion on its forehead coiled inside the tree hole.
The big snake was completely black, with scales the size of an adult's hand. Its pair of green snake eyes were extremely sinister and terrifying.
"That big insect seems to be licking something?"
Tian Xingjian's eyesight was very good. From a hundred feet away, he saw the big snake with two horns spitting blood-red venom and licking some green branches and leaves of the plant.
"That's a hundred-year-old red-horned python. The leaves it licks are a kind of spiritual grass called colorful nightshade. It's extremely rare. Only the nest of the red-horned python that is about to turn into a red-horned dragon exists."
Mr. Mo lowered his voice and explained to everyone.
Chen Yang hurriedly took out the Herbs Illustrated Book from his storage bag and started to read through it.
"No need to check, it's not in there."
Mr. Mo glanced at Chen Yang and said in a very determined tone.
Chen Yang was shocked. This was the first time since he entered the ruins that he saw a rare spiritual grass that was not even recorded in the Herbs Illustrated Book.
"The colorful nightshade is too rare, and its existence time is also extremely short. It grows on the saliva of the red-horned python. It only takes three days to mature at most, and then it will wither or be eaten by the red-horned python. I have it for nearly a hundred years.
I have never seen a monster like the red-horned python, and very few people have seen the colorful nightshade. I didn’t expect to encounter it in this ruins."
According to Mr. Mo, the red-horned python has long been extinct in the spiritual world, so even if there are young plants of the colorful nightshade, they cannot bear fruit without nourishment by the red-horned python's unique poisonous saliva.
This ruins was originally inconspicuous, but the appearance of such a rare monster made Mr. Mo quite surprised.
"The Qixia Pill made from the colorful nightshade fruit is said to be able to bring people back to life and make bones grow flesh. It is also an extremely precious pill for practitioners. You only need to take one pill, and your cultivation level will rise to a higher level.
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Speaking of this, Mr. Mo's eyes shone and he clenched his fists.
Presumably it was because he had been stuck at the peak of the inner scene for many years and had been unable to break through. Meeting the colorful nightshade fruit was his chance to break through!
Tian Xingjian also looked excited, holding on to the ax in his hand tightly, wishing he could chop the red-horned python into pieces on the spot.
Chen Yang immediately held the fat man down, fearing that he would rush over in a moment of excitement.
"Can you defeat this monster?"
Chen Yang reminded him in a low voice.
Tian Xingjian finally calmed down, stretched out his hand to gesture, shook his head and said: "This big snake is several times thicker than Fatty's waist, and 80% of the time it can't be beaten."
The red-horned python is so huge that it is entrenched in a tree hole, like a hill. Just a random slap of its tail on the ground can stir up bursts of gravel, which can even be faintly felt by a few people a hundred feet away.
Just as the two were muttering, the red-horned python seemed to sense something, spit out a fishy wind and roared, as if to warn the passing creatures not to approach its territory.
The four people hurriedly lay down, and after being silent for half a quarter of an hour, they looked up again and found that the red-horned python had resumed its posture of licking the colorful nightshade.
Suddenly, the colorful nightshades inside the tree hole bloomed with seven colors of light, and the flowers on the spiritual grasses began to wither.
"Almost mature!"
Mr. Mo exclaimed and almost stood up.
But he soon calmed down, because the red-horned python became more and more alert, and its huge triangular snake head began to look around.
"Mr. Mo, this red-horned giant python should be a high-level monster. Since you can't defeat it, why don't you avoid it?"
The young man in brocade clothes was obviously used to being privileged. He didn't have much interest in the colorful nightshades, and he was not like the ordinary young masters who were ignorant. He still knew how to retreat. Seeing that Mr. Mo was silent for a long time, he opened his mouth to ask.
"Don't worry, I have a way to get this colorful nightshade!"
It was rare for Mr. Mo to see the hope of promotion, and he didn't want to miss it.