Chapter 11 Mutual Killing!

"Haven't you noticed that the aura in the canyon is fading?" the black-robed old man suddenly said.

The bearded men were startled, only then did they realize that the aura in the canyon was indeed fading slowly. They fled tens of thousands of miles to avoid the pursuit of Lingxiao Palace and finally arrived in Beiliang Country. After finding such a canyon with abundant aura, if this canyon also turns into a white ground, wouldn't they have to be displaced again? After all, monks like them must have enough spiritual objects and aura to support their cultivation. . Otherwise, your cultivation will stagnate in the future, and after a hundred years, you will be reduced to a pile of dead bones like those ordinary people.

"Where the vision comes out, there must be a strange treasure. If you don't look for it now, when will it be!" The black-robed old man took a step forward, and the person had already floated several feet away.

The blood dwarf also came back to his senses and nodded, "Old Monster Geng is right, let's go!"

The black-robed old man and several monks rushed to the northwest direction at high speed. The closer they got to the center of the vortex on the cliff, the thicker the fog became.

Several people ran for dozens of miles, and when they saw the huge whirlpool of white mist, they were shocked.

But a more surprised voice came from the blood dwarf's mouth, and he saw two ginseng plants with extremely strong aura fluctuations growing in the middle of a piece of green grass on a small hill ahead.

"Purple ginseng!" The aura fluctuated only from above, and the age of these two purple ginseng plants was at least a hundred years old. The gazes of several people who saw Violet Ginseng almost at the same time were extremely frenzied. There is nothing else in sight.

Purple ginseng is the main medicine for refining Jidan. The reason why those big sects can pass it down is because they have the source of Jidan. It is extremely difficult for these ordinary casual cultivators to build a foundation. With purple ginseng, other spirit herbs are relatively easy to find. Once the foundation is established, they will have two hundred years of life.

For those monks who have cultivated to the late stage of qi refining, the state of qi refining Dzogchen. No treasure is as important as the Foundation Establishment Pill. But soon a new problem appeared. There were four of them in front of them, but there were only two purple ginsengs!

"Old Monster Geng, do you know how to refine Jidan?" the bearded man asked while looking at the old man in black while stroking the ax in his hand.

"Do you think Foundation Establishment Pill is Chinese cabbage? You must be a skilled alchemist to have a third-tier alchemy rate. Even if you are a new alchemist, the success rate of refining Foundation Establishment Pill is less than 10%." The old man in black robe He said with a smile on his face.

"What? It's so difficult to refine the Foundation Establishment Pill?" The young woman in the green skirt, the blood gnome and others were all shocked.

"Otherwise, we casual cultivators wouldn't sharpen our heads and join the various sects." The black-robed old man snorted, "However, if the refining is good, the age of the purple ginseng is enough, and three pills can be refined in one furnace." , but there are four of us. No matter how powerful an alchemist is, there is no guarantee that both furnaces will produce foundation building pills. It is already good luck to have one furnace. You say, how should these two purple ginseng be divided? "

"Of course it is" the young woman in the green dress smiled, but her eyes suddenly turned cold.

The pupils of the black-robed old man shrank, and he retreated violently.

The young woman in the green skirt and the purple damask fluttered into her bearded curls.

"Hehe, it's not that easy to sneak attack on me!" The bearded man had been on guard for a long time, he swung his big axe, a yellow light appeared on the axe, and he slashed at Zi Ling who was coming from him.

Chi! The sharp ax chopped on the purple silk, tearing a big hole. At this time, the blood dwarf had already thrown his two wheels, slashing at the bearded man's back. The two wheels rushed out like electricity.

"Old monster Geng, if you don't make a move yet, they killed me, and you can't do anything alone." Seeing that the blood dwarf got mixed up with the young woman in a green skirt, the bearded man turned pale and yelled hastily.

Old Monster Geng's face was cloudy and uncertain. Standing outside the battle circle, he turned a blind eye to the danger of the bearded man. Moreover, the blood gnome and the young woman in the green skirt suddenly made trouble, and it was too late for him to help.

"Even if it's death, I'll take a back. You bitch, die!" The bearded man's face turned miserable for a while, and then he became crazy. A yellow light flashed, and the bearded man added a layer of protection, and the earth Department monks are known for their defense.

With a chirp, Zi Ling was cut open by the big axe.

The blood gnome's two wheels smashed on the thick bearded back without any hesitation. puff! The bearded man spurted blood wildly from his mouth, and the yellow light on his body surface was shattered. At the same time, a needle as thin as a cow's hair flew out of the purple silk, hit the bearded man's chest, and pierced through the chest.

With a flash of white light, the flywheel circled around the bearded man's neck, and a head soared into the sky.

The bearded man's dead head rolled to the ground, and the pupils of the black-robed old man shrank. He didn't expect the young woman in the green skirt to hide a flying needle in the purple silk. I had never seen her use it before. It was really hard to guard against.

After killing the bearded man, the young woman in the green dress giggled and looked at the old man in the black robe, "Old Monster Geng, tell me, since you can't refine the Foundation Establishment Pill, is there any need for me to keep you?"

The old man in black robe said calmly, "Although there are two plants of purple ginseng, but with one more plant in hand, there is always more hope of refining the Foundation Establishment Pill. I also don't think it is necessary to share the benefits with you."

The young woman in the green skirt was taken aback when she heard this, and after looking at the blood gnome, she immediately leaned forward and back with a smile, as if she had heard the funniest joke, "Old monster Geng, you are only perfect in refining Qi, even if you are better We are one or two floors taller, but do we really think we have the strength to fight against two?"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense with him, kill him!" The blood dwarf was full of anger, and with a wave of his hands, two flywheels rolled towards the black-robed old man.

"Small tricks!" The black-robed old man didn't pay attention to the two wheels, and patted the jade gourd hanging from his waist with his left hand. A dense small green dot buzzed and flew out. At the same time, he unleashed a golden flying sword and shot at the blood gnome's double wheels tit for tat.

"Shadow ants? No wonder you are so arrogant, but do you think these low-level spirit insects can hold me back? What a joke." The young woman in the green skirt scolded and shook her hand. Going to the golden flying sword in front, the purple silk wrapped around the hilt of the flying sword.

"Hurry up, I won't be able to delay it for long." The young woman in the green skirt was obviously also quite afraid of the two hundred or so shadow ants, and it was not as easy as she said before.

"Okay, if old monster Geng doesn't have the flying sword, killing him is like killing a chicken!" The blood dwarf laughed strangely, looking confident.

Ding---

There was a clear sound, and the golden flying sword that was wrapped around the hilt by the purple silk trembled suddenly, and some gold shells fell off from it, revealing a black sword inside, only about a foot in size, but compared to the previous golden flying sword. The sword is several times stronger than the black flying sword. The spiritual pressure emanating from above almost made the young woman in the green dress and the blood dwarf breathless.