As a Mahayana monk, Liu Qinghuan has been fasting for two or three thousand years. Now he suddenly feels hungry and smells the fragrance of food?
It's like someone is cooking broth. The delicious and rich smell makes people greedy and makes their belly feel like a drum. [.\nCOM Situ's updated chapters are the most complete and comprehensive, and the error-free content is repaired in the most timely manner. Recommended browsing due to caching reasons
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But this desolate place, full of poisonous weeds and ghost corpses, is completely inconsistent with delicious food.
Liu Qinghuan smiled helplessly. He didn't have a particularly strong appetite. He rarely ate even the best spiritual food. He just wiped the ghost blood and red pollen on his hands and pulled off a sachet from his waist.
He has stopped practicing Bigu Pill a long time ago, and it is even less likely that he has it on his body, but he always carries various spiritual herbs and elixirs with him. This sachet contains ordinary calming herbs that can also be eaten.
Chewing the slightly bitter grass leaves, Liu Qinghuan felt a warmth fall into her stomach. Her hunger suddenly became much lighter and she gained more strength.
Pulling up the Xuanyuan Sword with all his strength, he took heavy steps and looked in the direction where the aroma of the food was coming from.
Any change is better than no change. Regardless of whether the change is good or bad, rather than rushing towards the unreachable palaces, he would rather see what else can be done in this damn place.
The surrounding mandalas are already higher than the head, and the huge flowers cover the cloudy sky. One of them lowers his head slightly, and the open petals reveal round after round of densely packed sharp teeth, biting down suddenly!
There was just a "click" sound, but the flowers flew into the air. Liu Qinghuan looked like there were eyes on his back. He moved his feet and moved to the side, and then raised his sword and dropped it!
"Bang!" The mandala flower, which was bigger than a human head, fell to the ground with a sound, and the sound of "kakkaka" teeth gnashing in the air continued to come from the corolla.
"Although I have lost my magic power, it does not mean that I have completely lost my vigilance!"
Although Liu Qinghuan now looks like a mortal, so many years of rich combat experience will not be lost. If he couldn't even detect this sneak attack, he would have lived in vain for more than three thousand years.
The mandala flower fell to the ground and refused to stop. It even wanted to move over and bite his feet. Liu Qinghuan smashed it into pieces with a few swords. She looked at the countless huge flowers on the road ahead and sighed.
Cutting flowers and grass along the way, and having to guard against sneak attacks from time to time, this "mortal" body soon felt tired again, and a tide of sleepiness kept rising.
Shaking his head vigorously, he knew that he might have been poisoned by some flower poison unknowingly, so he quickly found an antidote pill and held it in his mouth.
It's not that the strong floral fragrance doesn't exist, it's just that Liu Qinghuan can't smell it now. On the contrary, the food aroma has become clearer.
He heard the sound of gurgling water, cut down a few mandala trees that blocked his view, and a small river crossing the sea of flowers appeared in front of him.
The river is only one or two feet wide, and there is a stone bridge not far away. At the other end of the bridge stands a hut made of cobblestones, straw poles and other debris.
Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows. The smell of meat came from the house. Looking through the window, there seemed to be people moving around inside.
After settling in, Liu Qinghuan slowly walked over. At this moment, the smell of the meat became more and more tempting, as if he couldn't survive without taking a bite immediately. It made people want to rush into the house.
However, this ghost place restricted Liu Qinghuan's other aspects, but it could not weaken his will. Seeing that the wooden door was tightly closed, he turned around and walked directly to the river. After making sure that there was nothing wrong with the river water, he began to wash his hands and face.
The feeling of being a mortal again is really not pleasant. The body that was once able to withstand the Mahayana thunderstorm is now cut with bloodstains from grass blades, and the places stained with pollen have become painful and itchy.