"Today we are patrolling the Soul Killing Marsh, and the Martial Arts Hall is responsible for guarding it. Seeing that everyone is very excited, as a division commander, I still want to warn you about something."
The person who came was none other than Lu Xianyou, the academic superintendent of the Yanwu Hall. After the Qianrenya trial, thanks to Ling Tianming, otherwise even he would have been implicated and punished.
When the rest of the people saw Mr. Lu speaking, the place instantly fell silent.
"There are many third-level monsters in the Soul Killing Swamp. Take a portion of their essence and blood and return it to the academy to exchange for five points. I hope everyone can work together and make contributions to the academy."
He scanned for a week, and finally, his eyes fell on Ling Tian, "The most important thing this time is the emergence of the Soul Weaver Grass that takes three years to take root, three years to germinate, and three years to take shape. This thing is extremely precious, and one plant can be exchanged for it."
Three hundred points, but if you want to get it, it is very dangerous, so everyone should do what they can."
This was obviously meant for Ling Tian.
"Soul Weaver Grass, isn't it deep in the Soul Killing Swamp? Who dares to get that thing?"
someone exclaimed.
"I heard that this is one of the tests for joining the cabinet. The battle has already begun, but it has nothing to do with us."
Some well-informed students gloated about the misfortune.
"Haha, could it be related to Ling Tian? I don't even know how he died."
Someone sneered, obviously knowing some inside information.
You must know that the place where the soul-weaver grass grows is full of dangers. Not only is the fifth-grade elixir difficult to find, but it is also extremely dangerous to enter the depths of the soul-killing swamp.
For many people, this test is simply an impossible task, with no return.
All the discussions fell into Ling Tian's ears, but he didn't take it to heart.
The strong men in the world have stepped on countless mountains of bones and corpses and walked on the edge of danger to stand at the top.
Picking the Soulweaver Grass, whether it is a test or a conspiracy, will only be defeated in the face of absolute force.
Soon, more than a hundred people set out, first passed through the teleportation array, arrived at the nearest big city to the Soul-Eating Swamp, thousands of miles away, and then walked on foot.
Just when Ling Tian turned around to leave, Xianyou Lu walked up quickly.
"Ling Tian, wait a minute."
Xianyou Lu looked at him with a complicated expression. He had not seen him for a while and he was already at the second level of the Ming Soul Realm.
This kind of genius monster has truly astonishing talents, and it's sad that all forces want to kill him.
"What's the matter?"
Ling Tian stopped, a little defensive.
"King Jing'an asked me to convey his greetings to you and to be careful in everything."
After saying that, he quietly took out a piece of talisman paper from his sleeve, and his spiritual power surged, which was higher than the gift given by Zuo Yuanxiu.
"King Jing'an?"
Ling Tian frowned, obviously doubting whether it was true or not.
Seeing that he had doubts, Mr. Lu took out a badge, exactly the style of Kuanglan Division, to prove his identity.
At this time, Ling Tiancai was convinced that he was a member of the royal family in Taixuan Academy.
"Thank you."
After accepting the talisman, Ling Tian was polite and followed the large army to the Soul Killing Marsh.
Xianyou Lu looked deeply in the direction where Ling Tian disappeared and said secretly: "I hope the prince's choice is correct."
Two days later, everyone from Taixuan Academy came to the southern part of Dajin, thousands of miles away.
On the outskirts of Soul Killing Marsh, it is located in Guihou Mountain in Southern Xinjiang.
It is said that this place was an ancient battlefield, and it was also the border between the Jin and Xia countries. There had been constant friction for thousands of years, and numerous bones were buried here.
The air of death permeated the air, gradually forming a place of gathering Yin, which was inaccessible to people.
But it is a treasure land for monsters and elixirs that are born to last forever, so the products are rich.
"With this place as the boundary, a hundred miles is the periphery. With your strength, you can explore as much as you want. Going a thousand miles deeper is the central area. Remember, ordinary people must not step into it. Each person has a signal stone. If there is danger, he will
Signal, we will go to the rescue. Within three days, the hunting will end, do you understand?"
A master of the martial arts hall gave instructions in a deep voice.
"clear!"
Everyone looked excited.
Most of these students are in the Condensation Realm, and they are on the periphery, which is their testing ground.
The target of Ling Tian and others is naturally the Soul Weaver Grass in the central area.
Without waiting for anyone to react, a group of people rushed out first. What was conspicuous was that they all had various bags hanging on their bodies.
Within a dozen breaths, more than a hundred people had disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this, Ling Tian also looked in a certain direction and rushed away.
boom!
After traveling for more than ten miles, he found an aura chasing him desperately. When no one was around, a stream of aura suddenly shot out.
"Hey! Don't do it, you are Ling Tian!"
Where the energy hit, a person suddenly jumped out. He was wearing a blue and white robe. He was obviously a disciple of Taixuan Academy.
"What, are you looking for trouble?"
Ling Tian said coldly.
"No, no! Seeing that you are alone, I brought you the amulet."
After that, he took out a yellow kit, the same as the others.
"If you are not a relative or a friend, what are you doing?"
Ling Tian did not accept it.
"My name is Mu Yi. Zong Heng saved me as a favor. As long as you don't fall, he will have brothers and friends, so he won't be insulted."
Mu Yi explained.
Ling Tian instantly understood that this person was probably an old friend of Zong Heng, and he hoped that he would protect him for a longer time.
"What's the use of this amulet?"
Ling Tian asked.
"Guihou Mountain is full of dead energy. If you are not at a high level, it is easy to get lost. These are the talismans distributed by seal carvings in each academy. Keep your spiritual consciousness clear. I only plan to hunt in safe places outside. I give this to you."
Mu Yi handed over the kit.
A clear and bright aura stirred up, and it seemed that the various magical powers and methods in each academy were also extraordinary.
"What about you?"
Ling Tian flipped the brocade bag.
"I don't have the courage to leave the Fourth House like Zong Heng. This is what I can do. Please accept this small help."
After saying that, Mu Yi's eyes were bright and extremely sincere.
Seeing this, Ling Tian did not refuse much. After all, he was sincere.
"Please take care of yourself, and I hope Zong Heng can find his own way."
After saying that, Mu Yi turned around and left.
At this moment, several figures passed by from a distance and headed straight for Mu Yi.
Snapped!
A loud noise suddenly sounded, and Mu Yi was seen flying several feet upside down, hitting a tree, and vomiting blood from his mouth.
And his face was as swollen as a steamed bun. This slap was so hard that there was no force left at all.
"Damn it, you traitorous bitch, how dare you come to Ling Tian!"
The four people fell down and roared ferociously. Looking at their clothes, it was obvious that they were students from Taixuan Academy.
From their words, Ling Tian immediately guessed that most of the four of them were disciples of the Liguang Academy.
Then, one of them suddenly disappeared, and the next second, he appeared in front of Mu Yi who fell to the ground, and slapped him in the face with another loud sound.
"You bitch, you really dare to change the world. You even gave away the talisman given to you in the courtyard. You are seeking death."
The boy with squinting eyes sneered, and his attack was extremely harsh. It seems that slapping people in the face is common in Liuguangyuan.
"I, I... please, don't fight again, I don't dare anymore."
Mu Yi did not dare to resist and kept vomiting blood and begging for mercy.
But the squinty-eyed boy obviously killed the chicken for the monkey to watch, and did not let Mu Yi go at all. He punched and kicked him several times, and even made a crisp sound like his bones were breaking.
boom!
Just as the slant-eyed boy continued to attack harshly, a burst of energy came and hit him on the wrist.
In an instant, the slant-eyed boy's right hand became limp and his bones were shattered by the blow.
"ah!"
Screams echoed through the mountains.
"What? Do you want to beat him to death?"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ling Tian's mouth, and he couldn't stand it anymore.