Shortly after Lin Xuan left, a ray of light fell from the sky, and three monks from the Fire Spirit Sect came out.
"Senior brother, that guy's senses disappeared right here." The person who spoke was a young monk in his twenties and twenties. He had bright eyebrows and a childish look, but his cultivation had reached the late stage of the sixth level.
"Be careful. Junior brothers Jin and Chen are not weak in magic power, but they were poisoned by each other at the same time. That person is not an ordinary casual cultivator."
"So what? Judging from the death of the two people, it was obvious that they were attacked by a sneak attack."
"No matter what, it never hurts to be cautious."
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It can be heard from the conversation that the three of them discovered the body of the unlucky monk who was killed by Lin Xuan, and it is not known what method they used to track it here.
"That man must have crossed the river, let's chase him!"
The other person remained silent but was very impatient. After making this suggestion, he activated his flying talisman and flew away like the other side of the river without waiting for the two fellow disciples to reply.
"Junior Brother Jiao, wait!"
The monk known as Senior Brother Wan was startled. Although he was not as knowledgeable as Lin Xuan and did not know the blood beast, the blood-colored mist floating above the river was obviously not a good thing. He wanted to observe it for a while before deciding where to go.
, I didn’t expect that my junior brother had acted recklessly.
She wanted to remind him to be careful, but it was too late. The blood-colored mist suddenly started to stir. When she sensed that a prey had entered his body, the Blood Demonic Beast would not be polite. It condensed blood-colored threads again and stabbed at him.
The impatient monk was taken aback, and of course he refused to sit still and wait for death. He patted his left wrist, and a small talisman was sacrificed by him. After the talisman burned, it turned into a light blue light mask, covering the
His body was wrapped in it.
It’s actually a rare high-level defensive talisman!
Bloody threads shot onto the mask, causing the white light to tremble wildly, but unable to break the mask. The young monk just breathed a sigh of relief, but then his face turned as white as paper.
I saw those silk threads suddenly tangled together, changing into the shape of a giant python, and then tightly entangled the light mask.
Seeing this astonishing scene, not only the monk, who was trapped in the blood mist, felt uneasy, but his two companions also turned pale with horror.
The situation was urgent, and the two of them had no time to think too much: "Junior brother, don't panic, I'm here to help you."
At the same time, Dunguang flew over. The two Fire Spirit Sect disciples actually had spiritual weapons. One was an iron whip about two meters long, and the other used a gray flying sword.
Although it is of low quality in terms of quality, as a monk in the spiritual stage, having such a treasure is already very enviable.
The power of the spiritual weapon was extraordinary, and the monsters did not dare to neglect it. The blood mist transformed into giant pythons, entangled with the two of them.
The monk trapped in the beam of light also did not sit still and waited for death. He took out several more talismans from his bracelet and threw them like the center of the blood mist.
In an instant, spiritual weapons were everywhere, blood was flying, and the sound of explosions was heard endlessly. The monster beast and the three monks were having a great time fighting.
The other side of the river bank.
Lin Xuan slowly withdrew his gaze, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. The three guys following him were destined to perish here.
The strength of the Blood Demonic Beast is extraordinary. Only cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage and Spiritual Stage cultivators can defeat it. Unless they have many treasures like themselves, they will become food in its mouth.
It's also good to let the monsters get rid of these annoying tails, so that they won't arouse suspicion.
However, we need to hurry up and get the two-flavored spiritual grass in our bag as soon as possible, otherwise if some master of the foundation-building stage comes, this blood monster will not be able to withstand it.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan turned around and quickened his pace.
Of course, he did not relax his vigilance at all. In addition to the spiritual shield, he also sacrificed the golden rope and rotated it around his body. Although this object is not a spiritual weapon with defensive properties, it still has certain effects on the user.
protective effect.
Nowadays, Lin Xuan has many means of attack, but the treasures used for defense are sparse. Apart from the most basic spiritual shields, there are only a few defensive talismans with intermediate spells sealed in Daofu Mountain purchased in Daofu Mountain.
But the talisman was a one-time use, and Lin Xuan was not willing to waste it so easily before finding the exact enemy.
All he can do is to expand his spiritual consciousness as much as possible and be more vigilant.
An hour later, Lin Xuan came to a small mountain. The mountain was not high, but tall and tall. Standing at the foot of the mountain, Lin Xuan smelled a refreshing aroma.
The smell was exactly the same as the silver moon flower and firefly described in the book. Lin Xuan's face flashed with joy, and he finally found it. Judging from the richness of the fragrance, these two herbs were in the mature stage.
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The night was long and full of dreams. Lin Xuan immediately followed the scent and came to a huge rock halfway up the mountain.
Two strange plants grow next to it.
One of them is only a few inches long, but its flowers are very strange and curved, a bit like the moon. The other one is slightly larger. At first glance, it looks a bit like an ordinary weed, but the surface of the leaves exudes
Faint fluorescence.
The elixir was right in front of him, and Lin Xuan's eyes flashed with excitement. However, he did not act rashly. Instead, he took a breath to calm down.
If it were another monk, he would definitely pick it immediately, but Lin Xuan would not do such a stupid thing. There is only a thousand-year-old ginseng with poisonous toads next to it. How could such a spiritual herb from heaven and earth not be protected by monsters?
He didn't want to be careless and put himself in danger.
Lin Xuan released his consciousness, and after a moment, a strange look appeared on his face.
It is true that there are no monsters, otherwise it would be impossible to hide the fluctuations in spiritual power from him, but there is still a trace of strange Yin Qi.
It feels a bit like a ghost from the underworld.
Lin Xuan hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, and two white lights swept toward the Silver Moon Flower and the Flowing Fireweed. At this moment, a shrill roar reached his ears...