Mo Wentian sneered in his heart, but he was not afraid, and continued to walk inside, but his heart was secretly vigilant, and at this time, the sound of a stream flowing through the woods sounded, adding a little vitality to the dead forest.

Under the dappled sunlight, not far in front of the dangerous cliff grave, the rocks are craggy, and the red light on it is intertwined with each other, the red light is reflected, and the blood is clear.

Mo Wentian looked at it from a distance, thinking it was the color of the mountain stone, but when he got closer, he found that the giant vines with the thickness of buckets, like blood-colored pythons, meandered and wound on the rocks.

"Blood Vine." After just a glance, Mo Wentian recognized this thing, the blood vine is also a carnivorous plant, but it is different from carnivorous plants such as carnivorous trees, blood-devouring willows, and devouring flowers, this thing is a social carnivorous plant, and it likes to rush to catch food, even if it is a monk with high mana, it will be tired to deal with it, and this thing will not die after being cut into a few sections, just like an earthworm, it will not be divided without damage, and each section will grow independently.

But these are not the reasons that surprised Mo Wentian, but because the seedlings of the blood vine belong to the third-order elixir, and it is a side medicine for refining the Zhuji Dan, which can be described as precious, but the blood vine seeds are turned into seedlings and break through the soil, only half a month later, and after half a month, flowers will grow.

Don't look at the scale of the blood vine here, but if you want to find the seedlings of the blood vine in it, the difficulty is not small, Mo Wentian will not let go of this opportunity, he stared around the chaotic stone peak from a distance, looking for the seedlings of the blood vine.

Even if he was lucky, in less than half a pillar of incense, under the stars and moons of more than a dozen adult blood vines, he found a blood vine seedling, the seedling was green all over, like a small snake, it seemed to have spirituality, swaying its body from side to side, and it would escape into the soft soil for a while; After a while, it will burrow into the crevices of the rocks, hidden in the red light, and it will be difficult to find if you don't look closely.

Looking at the dozen or so bucket-thick blood vines, Mo Wentian couldn't help frowning, he had seen with his own eyes that when a huge goshawk swept past the mountain peak, it was these dozen blood vines that wound up, tightly entangled the goshawk in mid-air, and by the time it was torn to the ground, the goshawk had turned into a dried corpse.

These dozen or so blood vines are like the strongest among them, tightly guarding the seedlings of the blood vines, if you want to get the seedlings of the blood vines, you must cut off all these blood vines.

As soon as he thought of this, he pinched the magic trick in his hand, and a white ice flame rose from the palm of his hand, and suddenly changed into a fire snake, crawling forward from under his feet, spitting out a cold snake letter, wrapped around the blood vine, winding up, where he passed, the blood vine burned silently, turning into a pile of cold ashes, and in a moment, more than a dozen thick blood vines all turned into powder, and the breeze swept by, and was blown away.

After casting this spell, Mo Wentian's face turned pale, and he took out two lower-grade spirit stones from the storage bag, and held them on his left and right hands to restore the aura, this spell is a combination of two medium-level spells of winding and fireball, and the pseudo-magic spell binds the snake and entangles the flames, although the power is huge, but the control of the mind is very demanding, and he continues to cast it, and the aura has been exhausted.

In less than a cup of tea, it was not until he consumed eight lower grade spirit stones that the spiritual energy in his dantian had recovered more than half, and the forest was dead and silent, full of dangers, he didn't dare to stay too long, so he stepped forward and carefully picked up the blood vine seedlings and put them in a storage bag.

He was about to turn around and leave, suddenly there was an alarm in his heart, without any hesitation, he jumped up in the air with a light body technique, and at the moment of getting up, the ground was surging with mud, and dozens of vines were like poisonous snakes out of the hole, growing wildly, and the sound of sneering broke the corners of his trousers, castration, and crossed his legs like a dragon.

In mid-air, Mo Wentian pinched the magic trick and roared: "Water Vortex Technique", suddenly, a large amount of water gushed out of the ground, forming turbulent currents, rotating at high speed, the waves rolled, the water was surging, the waves shook the sky, and the vines on the ground were quickly uprooted and rolled into the turbulence and turned into powder. ,

After breaking the entanglement with the water vortex technique, Mo Wentian was about to hit the ground, but suddenly, within five zhang of the ground, stone cones broke through the ground like sharp knives, and rushed up with the momentum of piercing the sky.

"Ground Thorn!" Mo Wentian's pupils shrank, he was at this time the old power was exhausted, and the new power was not born, he couldn't lift his breath in mid-air, and there was no hesitation at the moment, he took out a third-order wind control talisman from the storage bag, and hurriedly poured the aura, patted it on his body, and in an instant, he felt that the earth seemed to have no gravity, and it was like a bunch of feathers, and under the light breeze, it floated away lightly and fell outside the range of the stone cone.

Not far from him, there was a sudden burst of gloomy laughter, as sharp as the cry of an owl, echoing in the dead silence of the forest, and it seemed very strange.

Mo Wentian followed the prestige, two figures in cyan robes came into view, the short and bloated person in front of him, but it was extremely ugly, a head was surprisingly big, but shrunk in his shoulders, as if he had no neck, the whole body was like a big lump of meat, the person on the right was just the opposite, tall and thin, shaped like a bamboo pole, like a living skeleton, creepy, and the sharp laughter just now came from this person.

These two people are both disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect, after checking it with the insight technique, Mo Wentian couldn't help frowning, these two people are both cultivators of the ninth layer of qi refining, if they fight alone, he thinks that he can win against any of them, but the two of them are together, and it is difficult to win.

The fat Taoist priest's face was full of joy, and Lang smiled: "This Taoist friend, hand over the blood vine seedlings, and our brothers can spare you from dying." ”

Mo Wentian laughed loudly: "Two Daoists of the Xuantian Sword Sect, leave the storage bag behind, and you can leave all your corpses below." ”

The fat Taoist priest looked stunned, he didn't know why, why was the monk of the seventh layer of qi refining so arrogant? Even if the means are extraordinary, but after all, the dantian aura is limited, and in front of the ninth-level cultivator of qi refining, it is simply vulnerable, and he suddenly changed his color and said: "Good boy, you don't know what to do, no wonder Dao Master." ”

The thin Taoist priest next to him said in a sharp voice, "Senior brother, what are you talking about with him?" As long as he is killed, the seedlings of the blood vine will not still belong to the two of us. ”

The fat Taoist's face like a meatloaf smiled fiercely, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and suddenly launched a spell, Mo Wentian suddenly felt that the soil under his feet was soft, and there was a faint quicksand surging, and his heart was tight, this fat Taoist priest was so insidious, and while talking to him, he had already secretly cast a spell to turn this place into a quicksand area.

In a flash of lightning, Mo Wentian cast a water explosion technique on the ground, and in an instant, the explosion sounded, the wild sand exploded, and he floated out of the quicksand range, and in mid-air, he threw out a third-order wind blade talisman overflowing with aura.

In an instant, more than a dozen extremely sharp wind blades, in the wind whistle, flew out like lightning, and hit the body of the fat Taoist Huang Guang Dasheng, the light vibrated for a while, every time the wind blade hit, he had to take a step back, and pedaled back more than a dozen steps before the wind blade was completely dissolved, at this time, the yellow light on his body was extremely dim, his face was as pale as snow, and the corners of his mouth were already overflowing with blood.

The thin Taoist's face changed drastically, his expression became solemn, and he hurriedly cast a spell to break the siege, and the blood-turning vines around him clicked and spread wildly, like ten thousand snakes worshipping, surrounding Mo Wentian in the middle, and between the red flowers, the smell of rancid corpses came out from it.

"Twisted vines." Mo Wentian's face changed, and he cast a high-level spell of wood attribute in front of the blood vine, and its power became particularly powerful with the assistance of carnivorous plants, and the water vortex technique may not be able to break it, but if it is used to bind the snake and entangle the flame with a pseudo-magic spell, I am afraid that the dantian aura will be exhausted immediately, and even if the spell is broken, it will not be able to escape the joint efforts of the two.

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