A clear stream flowed down, gathering into a dark blue spring. Between the clouds and the clouds, a strange spiritual grass swayed in a swaying posture.
It is said to be a grass, but it is as tall as three feet tall, and it is as strong as a sapling. Seven leaves about two feet long flutter in the wind, showing seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and radiating a rainbow-like brilliance.
The mystery.
There is no doubt that this is the Holy Source Grass recorded in the ancient books of Piaoyun Valley.
"Do it!" Xie Huaiyuan pulled out his long sword and shouted loudly.
Gu Fenghua flew to the pilgrimage of the Sacred Source Grass like a sharp arrow. He held a porcelain bottle in one hand and condensed the holy energy in the other hand, preparing to collect the Holy Source Dew as fast as possible. Xie Huaiyuan took the white fat man and the others to guard him vigilantly.
On her side.
In just a blink of an eye, a few people came to the Holy Source Grass. However, Gu Fenghua held the porcelain bottle in one hand and condensed the holy energy in the other hand, but he did not move for a long time.
"Why haven't you done it?" Xie Huaiyuan was alert to the possible dangers around him. He suddenly found that Gu Fenghua was standing there motionless, so he asked anxiously.
"Nothing." Gu Fenghua said helplessly.
Although it is shrouded in the mist of spring, the colorful leaves of the Holy Source Grass are as smooth as if they have been carefully wiped. Not to mention the Holy Source Dew, there is no water vapor at all.
"No!" Xie Huaiyuan turned his head and saw that there was no Shengyuan Lu at all.
"Elder Xie, didn't you say there is a powerful monster to guard it? There is no one?" Luo Enen held the long sword tightly, constantly gathering the holy energy, looking around vigilantly, his eyes rolling.
It turned like a gyro, and was about to fly out of its eye sockets, but there was no sign of the monster at all, and asked strangely.
"Yes, why are there no monsters?" Xie Huaiyuan slowly put away his long sword, frowned and murmured to himself.
Shengjia Peak, Fang Shibao stood side by side with an old man, looking at the rolling mountains deep in the Saint Jia Mountains from afar.
"Xie Huaiyuan and Gu Fenghua set out early in the morning. Now we should find the Shengyuan Grass." Fang Shibo said leisurely.
"The Holy Source Grass must have been found, but they are afraid that the Holy Source Grass will not be found." The old man laughed.
"I have worked hard this time. After the matter is completed, I will thank you very much." Fang Shibo said. It turned out that this old man was Elder Shengluo Peak and Ding Qinghe.
"It is my honor to be able to serve the Lord of the Palace. Lord of the Palace does not need to thank me, just don't forget what we have agreed to." Ding Qinghe smiled.
"Don't worry, after this Jialuo Competition, there is no way out for Piaoyun Valley. The more than ten holy mountains will belong to your Holy Lu Peak." Fang Shibo said calmly.
"Then I will thank the Lord of the Palace in advance." Ding Qinghe bowed and said.
"Elder Ding doesn't have to thank me. As we have agreed before, you have to work harder next time." Fang Shibo said.
Ding Qinghe nodded and floated away.
Looking at the mysterious leaves of the Holy Source Grass like a rainbow, Gu Fenghua and the others were disappointed and confused, and finally found the Holy Source Grass, but why was there no Holy Source Dew?
"I understand that this Holy Source Dew must have been eaten by the guardian monster." Luo Enen suddenly patted his head and said.
"Where did that monster go?" asked the fat white man.
"Nonsense, Shengyuanlu has eaten it, why is it still here for? Of course it ran away." Luo Enen looked at the fat man with an idiot-like look.
Gu Fenghua and Ye Wuse both nodded secretly. Luo Enen was finally smarter, and this speculation made sense.