The Forbidden Forest is indeed an excellent place to train cultivators, far better than sparring with mechanical zombies.
He watched helplessly as Wang Chen skillfully used the sword technique and stabbed out with the sword. With a "bang" sound, a poisonous lizard with the fifth level of Qi Condensation exploded with the sword and turned into bright red ice.
Xiang Qingliu, who was following closely behind him, was surprised beyond words.
At first, he was just amazed at Wang Chen's true power, but in a short period of time, he watched Wang Chen turn an apparently unfamiliar ice spell into a weapon that exuded a riveting energy at an extremely fast speed.
The soul-chilling frost sword.
"Is this kind of comprehension still a casual cultivator?" Xiang Qingliu judged that Wang Chen's current strength was not much better than that of a strong man among casual cultivators who could control the air.
In his mind, casual cultivators who were able to fight beyond the level were equated with sect cultivators of the same level.
"Brother Hou Dao is really a talented person. Why don't you enter the sect to practice?" Xiang Qingliu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to express his doubts. Suddenly, his eyes flashed with joy.
"It's spiritual grass!" He whispered.
The Qinggang Sword floated beside him, and Wang Chen looked at it from a distance through the crisscrossing trees.
The mist here is floating on the ground, making it difficult to see the landforms. However, under a big tree surrounded by three people in the distance, there are countless tree roots intertwined, and there is a faint bulge in the middle. When Wang Chen
When he looked again, he saw something that was shaking slightly and slowly sticking its head out as if it were alive, and a burst of rich spiritual energy suddenly emitted.
Wang Chen and Xiao Yao were both stunned, but they only saw something exposed from the earth, red flowers and green leaves, half of the body was exposed from the earth, and it turned out to be as crystal clear as jade.
Circles of spiritual patterns on it slowly flowed, emitting a magical light.
"Nine...nine spirit patterns?!" Xiao Yao's eyes suddenly widened and turned into a line of blue smoke floating over.
"Wang Chen, come on, come on." She said hurriedly. "We've sent it."
In the world of cultivation, something with one spiritual pattern can be called a spiritual object, three spiritual patterns can be called a treasure, and something with nine spiritual patterns can be said to be unheard of, and can only be called a divine object.
"Last time I saw this spiritual grass, it was still a hundred feet away. I didn't expect it to move." Xiang Qingliu's eyes showed excitement, and he tried his best to calm down his tone so as not to tremble.
At first, he only had a startling glance and was frightened away by the dangers lurking around him. Today, with the help of Wang Chen's power, he finally had the opportunity to observe closely the spiritual creature of heaven and earth that he was worried about and did not dare to forget. However, he did not expect that it turned out to be the legendary creature that could move.
Spiritual grass.
Spiritual herbs that act independently only exist in legends for ordinary cultivators, such as the Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Ginseng that will escape when in danger, the Seven-Aperture Fruit that disappears after it falls to the ground, etc.
After endless years of nourishment by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, these spiritual creatures have developed simple spiritual wisdom. There are even legends that there are elixirs that can transform them into human forms and have extraordinary magical powers.
With Xiang Qingliu's knowledge, it is still impossible to deduce from the current information what kind of elixir this is, but one thing is certain, this elixir can cleanse the muscles and cut the marrow, it is infinitely magical, and its value is even better than nine.
The Tao fruit below is tattooed.
"We're lucky."
Xiang Qingliu is an extremely reserved person, but at this moment, it is difficult for him to suppress the excitement in his tone.
That is the nine-marked spiritual grass, worth hundreds of millions of spiritual stones!
"Thanks to the kind brother." He turned his head to look for Wang Chen's equally excited eyes.
However, what responded to him was a gleaming blue dagger hanging high on his forehead.
He was very familiar with this sword light. It was the sword light that had been waved in front of his eyes countless times. It condensed into a blue ice sword and escorted the two of them all the way to this place.
He once envied the power of the sword light, but at this moment, he only felt a coldness on his forehead, just like his heart.
"Sure enough...this is the second time."
The cold sword light was like a basin of cold water poured from head to toe. The excitement subsided instantly, and Xiang Qingliu suddenly smiled.
A four-striped frost grass attracted a knife in the back from a good brother who had gone through life and death with him in search of a chance in the world of cultivation.
Now that I have only known Wang Houdao for three hours, why do I believe that he will not explode his head for a piece of nine-marked spiritual grass?
Inexplicably, countless thoughts passed through his mind, and he was also thinking that if his position with Wang Chen were reversed, in this cooperation with great disparity in strength and no suspense of struggle, all changes could only rely on the goodness of human nature. I'm afraid it would be impossible.
Even he couldn't resist the great temptation of the nine-marked spiritual grass.
Xiang Qingliu smiled and stared into Wang Chen's eyes, watching him step forward.
He was very calm, and he felt that Wang Chen was also very calm.
"This kind of person, if he has no guilt in his heart, or he kills people as much as he eats and drinks, his heart has long since lost its turmoil."
"I don't blame anyone. If I want to blame, I can only blame myself for being blind."
There was a strong force in the abdomen, like a powerful horned bull being hit in the Forbidden Forest, but there was no severe pain in the inner abdomen as expected.
Xiang Qingliu's body couldn't help but flew backwards like a thrown stone.
At the same time, above the sky, an ice crystal lotus flower shining with colorful light in the sun slowly fell from the sky.
Xiang Qingliu's pupils suddenly contracted, and he watched helplessly as the ice lotus fell to the ground, as if it was being sent back to the calm, mirror-like water surface by the gentle wind.
Then, the place where the lotus landed burst out with pure snow-white power. If not contaminated with a little dust, the power of extreme cold crashed towards the surroundings. The cold current it raised made a soul-stirring roar, like a tornado and hurricane, everywhere it passed.
, all are deadly and beautiful six-petal snowflakes, like the god of extreme cold harvesting life and letting out a terrifying roar.
He ran instinctively and crazily toward the clear stream without being affected immediately, and the extremely cold ice explosion behind him set off a huge snow-white wave like a tsunami.
As he ran, he kept looking back. Through the rumbling snowstorm, he saw a figure standing calmly in the extremely cold wave in the center of the snowstorm.
Xiang Qingliu was heartbroken and ran as fast as he could, but his tears couldn't be stopped and flowed down together with his nose.
Big trees one after another were climbed by the extreme cold and frozen into beautiful sculptures.
A tusked wild boar eating mushrooms,
Standing on a shrub, a fist-sized ladybug bent over the branch.
A giant toad is entangled in the slender body of a centipede and is fighting...
Centered on the place where the ice lotus fell, everything within a radius of several hundred meters condensed instantly, turning into an extremely cold picture wrapped in silver that was both beautiful and exuding the aura of death.
Wang Chen's breathing was a little heavy, and the breath he exhaled turned into a line of white smoke rising in the air.
Most of his body was frozen, like an iceman.
The gaze without much fluctuation looked at the jungle ushering in bright sunshine under the reflection of white ice crystals, which decorated the branches and leaf tips, gorgeous and dazzling.
He also watched a well-proportioned figure ride on an ice crystal phoenix in the colorful light, with his hands behind his back and his long flowing hair flying against the light, falling from the sky.
"It's a bit pretentious." Wang Chen was a little disdainful, looking inexplicably at the Nine-line Spirit Grass that was also frozen into an ice crystal bulge in the distance, and a line of writing appeared in front of his eyes.
"Dandora root is an extremely sinister half-demon spirit grass. It has a human-shaped body and is good at disguising itself as a rare elixir. It attracts people or animals to pull it up, thereby inducing it to scream in terror. Anyone who hears it will hear it.
Either death or madness, eventually turned into nourishment for the mandala root. Chance strength: small."
"Your sister, Xiang Qingliu, you are a single-celled person. This nine-marked spiritual grass is actively dangling in front of you. Only you will think that you have encountered a treasure."
Wang Chen couldn't complain. In fact, he didn't resent Xiang Qingliu in his heart.
His spiritual consciousness was much stronger than that of Xiang Qingliu, and he had long sensed a powerful spiritual consciousness scanning him continuously.
Then, a biting cold consciousness locked onto him.
His spiritual consciousness alone can make him feel the chill. How strong must he be?
Since the target is himself, no matter whether he chooses to find this spiritual grass or not, the outcome will not change.
Why drag it into the clear stream again?
The ice crystal phoenix turned into extremely cold air and instantly floated away. Murong Xumu lowered his head, allowing his perfect face to be revealed to the maximum extent.
A disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"The one who killed you, Murong Xumu, this is the pinnacle of your life. Don't forget it even if you die."