Chapter 11 Cannibalism!
“Have you not noticed that the spiritual energy in the canyon is fading?” The old man in black robe suddenly said.
The bearded men were startled, and then they discovered that the spiritual energy in the canyon was indeed slowly fading away. They fled for tens of thousands of miles to avoid the pursuit of Lingxiao Palace, and finally arrived in Beiliang Kingdom. , found such a canyon with abundant spiritual energy in this remote place. If this canyon also turned into a white land, wouldn't they have to live together and wander again? After all, they monks must have enough spiritual objects and spiritual energy. Only with support can you continue to practice further. Otherwise, your cultivation will stagnate in the future, and after a hundred years, you will be reduced to a pile of decaying bones just like those ordinary people.
“Wherever the vision comes from, there must be a rare treasure. If we don’t look for it now, we’ll wait until later!” The old man in black robe stepped forward and he was already floating several feet away.
The blood dwarf also came to his senses at this time and nodded, "What Old Monster Geng said is true, let's go!"
The black-robed old man and several monks rushed to the northwest quickly. The closer they got to the center of the whirlpool on the cliff, the thicker the fog became.
A few people ran for dozens of miles, and when they saw the huge whirlpool of white mist, their faces were filled with shock.
However, a more surprised voice came from the mouth of the blood dwarf. On a small hillside in front, in the middle of a piece of green grass, there were two spiritual ginseng plants with extremely strong spiritual energy fluctuations.
"Purple ginseng!" The spiritual energy fluctuations coming from above revealed that the two purple ginseng plants were at least a hundred years old. The gazes of several people who saw Viola Ginseng almost at the same time became extremely enthusiastic. There is nothing else in sight.
Purple ginseng is the main medicine for refining the Foundation Establishment Pill. The reason why those large sects can pass it down is because they have the source of the Foundation Establishment Pill. However, the Foundation Establishment Pill is also very important and rarely left. To the outside, it is extremely difficult for ordinary cultivators like them to build a foundation. With Purple Ginseng, other spiritual herbs are relatively easy to find. Once the foundation is established, they will have two hundred years of longevity.
For these monks who have reached the late stage of Qi refining and the Great Perfection state of Qi refining. No treasure is as important as the Foundation Establishment Pill. But a new problem soon arose. There were four of them in front of them, but there were only two purple ginseng plants!
"Old Geng, can you refine the Foundation Building Pill?" The bearded man said, stroking the ax in his hand and looking at the old man in black robe.
“Do you think the Foundation Establishment Pill is a piece of cabbage? You must be a skilled alchemist to have a three-level pill production rate. Even a new alchemist has a success rate of less than 1% in refining the Foundation Establishment Pill. Done." The old man in black robe said with a frown.
"What? It's so difficult to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill?" The young woman in the green skirt, the blood dwarf and others were all shocked.
“Otherwise we casual cultivators wouldn’t sharpen our heads and join the major sects.” The old man in black robe snorted, “But if it is refined well and the purple ginseng is old enough, a furnace of pills will be enough. Three pills can be refined, but there are four of us. No matter how powerful the alchemist is, there is no guarantee that the foundation-building pills can be refined in two furnaces. If you can have one furnace, you are lucky. How to divide ginseng?”
"Of course," the young woman in the green dress said with a smile, but her eyes suddenly turned cold.
The old man in black robe shrank his pupils and retreated suddenly.
The young woman in the green skirt has her purple silk curls curled around her big beard.
"Hey, it's not that easy to attack me secretly!" The bearded man was already on guard. He swung his axe, and a yellow light appeared on the axe, and he slashed at Zi Ling who was coming from behind.
Chi! The sharp ax struck Zi Ling, tearing a large gash. At this time, the blood dwarf had already thrown his two wheels and slashed at the bearded man's back. The two wheels came out as fast as lightning. "Old Geng, if you don't take action, they will kill me, and you will be alone." The bearded dwarf suddenly got involved with the young woman in the green skirt, and his face turned pale and he shouted in panic.
Old Geng's face was uncertain. He stood outside the battle circle and turned a blind eye to the danger of the bearded man. Moreover, the blood dwarf and the young woman in the green dress suddenly got into trouble, and it was too late for him to come to his aid. .
"Even if it means death, I will have someone to help me. Bitch*, suffer death!" The bearded face looked miserable for a while and then turned crazy. A yellow light flashed, and the bearded man gave himself With the addition of a layer of protection, earth monks are known for their defense.
With a chirp, Zi Ling was cut open by a large axe.
The blood dwarf’s wheels hit the bearded man’s thick back without any hesitation. puff! The bearded man spurted blood from his mouth, and the yellow light on his body was fragmented. At the same time, a needle as thin as an ox hair flew out of the purple silk, hit the bearded man in the chest, and penetrated the chest.
There was a flash of white light, the flywheel circled around the bearded man's neck, and a head soared into the sky.
The bearded head rolled to the ground. The old man in black robe shrank his pupils. Unexpectedly, the young woman in green skirt actually hid a flying needle in the purple silk. I have never seen her use this hand before. Seriously It makes people hard to guard against.
After killing the bearded man, the young woman in green skirt looked at the old man in black robe with a giggle, "Old Monster Geng, tell me, since you can't refine the Foundation Building Pill, do I still have yours?" Necessary?"
The old man in black robe said calmly, "Although there are two purple ginseng plants in hand, I always have more hope of refining the foundation building pill. I don’t think there is any need to share my wealth with you.”
After hearing this, the young woman in the green skirt was startled for a moment, then looked at the blood dwarf and then laughed, as if she had heard the funniest joke. Generally speaking, "Old Geng, you are just a Qi Refining Perfection. Even if you are one or two levels higher than us, do you really think you have the strength to fight one against two?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense to him? Kill him!" The blood dwarf said with a fierce look on his face. He waved his hands and two flywheels came towards the old man in black robe.
“You are so clever!” The old man in black robe did not pay attention to the two wheels, and patted the jade gourd hanging around his waist with his left hand. A patch of tiny green dots buzzed out. At the same time, he launched his golden flying sword and shot at the blood dwarf's wheels tit for tat.
"Shadow Ant? No wonder you are so arrogant, but you think you can hold me down with these low-level spiritual insects? What a joke." The young woman in the green skirt scolded, stretched out her hand, and the purple silk passed through her face. The shadow ants came and caught up with the golden flying sword in front, and the purple silk wrapped around the hilt of the flying sword.
"Hurry, I can't delay for long." The young woman in the green skirt was obviously quite afraid of the more than two hundred shadow ants, and was not as relaxed as she said before.
"Okay, if Geng doesn't have the flying sword, killing him is like killing a chicken!" Bloody Rumpelstiltskin laughed, seeming confident.
Ding-——
There was a clear sound, and the golden flying sword with the hilt wrapped in purple silk suddenly trembled, and some gold shells fell from it, revealing a black sword inside that was only a foot in size. Maybe, but the black flying sword is several times more powerful than the previous golden flying sword. The spiritual pressure emanating from it almost made the young woman in the green dress and the blood dwarf unable to breathe.
(End of this chapter)