There are some green plants covered with thorns. These plants have a name called Sheyin Huanyang Grass.
Like to grow in this kind of spiritual mountain, it is no different from ordinary weeds. Its only effect is to restrain the yin.
The crow flapped its wings and turned into a black shadow. Standing beside the old man, he made a jealous laugh, "It took me more than a month to deal with you. I have sent hundreds of people here. It was hard to find this spirit grass in the mountains."
Tiaozi stretched out his hand, and just touched the spike on it, his fingertips were pierced, and a drop of blood fell on the ground. Then, a sprout emerged from the soil, sucking the blood drop.
After just sucking a drop of blood, the shoot grew more than ten centimeters tall.
"Don't worry, these spirit grasses like to suck your yin and resentment most. When he eats and drinks enough, you should turn into a bone in the mountains. Don't worry, I will take your soul. Take it away, if you cultivate into my puppet with your current mana."
After the black shadow laughed, he hooked up with the old man and left.
The two of them left the sliver in place. Regardless of it, the shadows had eaten the yin or yang grass, which was extremely harmful to the sliver, and would definitely be able to trap him here alive to death. Unfortunately, they counted everything. It is not until Liu Tian has been pretending to be stupid.
After confirming that their breath had gone far, Liu Tian stood up.
Holding the tea on the table, he drank several sips, "The old man you said is really a waste of money, and he has torn off a beard from himself. This is an old man who has been in the country for more than 2,000 years. Let me take two more sips."
"When is this, you are still in the mood to drink tea here. Hurry up and find a way to get me out." Although this thorn looks harmless, once it hits the skin of the strip, it will be fatal.
"At last it's time for you to beg me? These things are fatal wounds to you, and nothing more than ordinary grass to me."
Liu Tian pulled out a dagger from his bag and cut the vines clean.
After escaping from the inside, Tiao Zi did not leave immediately, but used what he had on hand to tie a scarecrow, and burned his hair to ashes, and hid it in the stomach of the scarecrow.
After holding a puppet paper man and chanting a spell silently, the scarecrow turned into a strip of paper.
In order to tell the truth, he specially cut the palm of his hand and dripped some blood. After seeing the blood, the Miscanthus began to grow wildly, and it took a while to wrap up the strip inside.
"The outside formation has been solved, let's go to Zhang Xu's place now." After handling all this, the two rushed towards the originally planned mountain road.
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At the bottom of the mountain corner 20 miles away, in the top guest room of a restaurant, the old man was drunk.
"I said, big brother, I did you a great favor this time, did you bring me the things I want?" The old man blushed and looked at the face of the head of the Rakshasa Gate.
Although he is a spirit in the mountain, he has cultivated for more than 2500 years before he changed into a human form. Although this mountain of cause and effect is full of aura, but Zhang Xu is a town, these ancient spirits and spirits in the mountain cannot find another way.
Countless elves who practiced the same way as him had already obtained them, and even had worshipped them.
This time he promised that the head of Rakshasa had violated Karma Mountain's regulations and stole the spirit grass that Zhang Xuyou had kept in the garden. It was for this reason.
The head of Rakshamon suddenly stopped holding the wine glass, and then sneered again.
"Big Brother has said that, but how can I refuse what I promised you?" Then, he took out a pill from his arms and placed it in front of the old man.
"Big brother, you have to look at my Rakshasa well with this pill. Over the years, you have collected no less than hundreds of thousands of evil spirits, but this thing consumes 100,000 evil spirits' soul fluid to refine it hard. Made."
This round and round pill can help the fairies and ghosts to break through the bottleneck of cultivation, just like the orb used by Yifan Daochang to suppress evil spirits before.
The old man opened the pill immediately after receiving it, and a foul-smelling cold air rushed over his face.
He grabbed the pill and threw it into his mouth, swallowing the jujube, and then felt a cold chill coming from the dantian, which made him tremble uncontrollably.
At first, the old man thought this was a reaction he had to experience after taking the pill. After half an hour, the trembling coldness became heavier and heavier, he finally realized what was wrong.
It's fine if you feel cold all over, but why do you always feel that you can't catch your breath? The throat is gripped by an invisible big hand.
The old man Shen finally realized that he had been posed by the other party, "You made some tricks in this thing."
"Sure enough, the people from Karma Mountain are so stupid. Do you think I might give you such precious medicinal materials in our door for nothing? But I didn't lie to you just now. I gave you something to eat. It is indeed a good thing, but this good thing not only can’t promote your practice, but also kills you. It’s the first time I have encountered such an old elf after so many years. I just lacked a utensil in this place. I found it. You're done."
It turns out that the head of the Rakshasa gate has been practicing a sorcery for so many years. He will use a special furnace to refine the collected lone souls and wild ghosts, and seal the extracted essence in the previous grain. In the elixir.
This pill already had consciousness, but lacked a vessel for him to use.
And the appearance of the old man’s animal is an opportunity to serve multiple purposes, “Don’t worry, after you die. Something will replace you soon, and then your body will be able to live for a long time. , Look at what you said, haven't I already helped you reach it?"
The old man tried his best to kill you to death with the head of the Rakshasa Gate, but unfortunately, his consciousness was controlled by the pill. In addition, he was already old and his body began to show various problems.
But an hour later, he fell to the ground.
Then a black mist enveloped him, and within a short while, the sagging loose skin of the old man Canna suddenly recovered its smooth and elasticity.
He slowly got up from the ground, his black hair looked vigorous.
It's just that there is a little more cinnabar mole on the eyebrows, and he respectfully bowed to the head of the Raksha Sect, "Thank you for your support, the subordinates are grateful."
The leader raised his hand, and it was almost time to calculate, and the two went downstairs side by side.