In that case, what should Mo Yuan's identity be before.

The general precious life character can't stand the unspeakable preciousness of the world consciousness of the Xianxia world.

"The left and right are just the first few who came out, if Jiang Jiang meets, they will definitely be able to see each other in the future." Yan Xi pursed her lips and licked her paws uncontrollably.

At first, she struggled with herself.

Later, I found that licking paws and licking hair are becoming more and more addictive, and it is simply a large-scale real fragrance scene.

Therefore, he resolutely did not mention his original intention, because he didn't want to do something like licking the hair and licking the claws to lose face for the eldest lady of the Vermilion Bird Clan.

The way she looks now, who can recognize her as the eldest lady of the Suzaku clan.

I haven't learned any other techniques, but this shape-shifting technique has been learned to the pinnacle.

It can be said that the blue is better than the blue, because Yan Xi's master, who is called a thousand faces, also had a time when he fell off the horse and was caught.

Yan Xi saw that he was not very controlled by himself, but the technique was very effective, and he did not specifically state that he had not learned the shape-changing technique at home.

It's all a matter of luck.

If he suddenly fell off the horse one day, Yan Xi thought that he could cover his face with a mask every day.

After all, there is no face.

The poison of the Nine Dead Flowers had no effect on Jiang Di, and it also gave Chao Ji new inspiration.

The little vine that had been contracted earlier was not willing to stay in the spirit plant space to get moldy, and they also came out to live.

Jiang Di's cultivation during this period of time has not only improved by leaps and bounds, but it has also jumped from the bottom cultivation level of the monks who have entered the spiritual realm to the average level in one fell swoop.

Mo Yuan was very satisfied.

"What kind of spirit grass are you looking for next?"

One day after breakfast, Mo Yuan saw that Jiang Di didn't move, and couldn't help but ask a few words.

When Jiang Di heard this, he slowly remembered that he said that the plan to collect medicinal herbs that had been put on hold for the time being had been shelved for a long time.

Pulling through the list that had been written down at that time, Jiang Di's attention fell on several spirit grasses that were connected together.

"Nine Dead Flowers...... After that, what you want to look for is the Eight Bitter Flowers. ”

Speaking of the eight sufferings, Jiang Di remembered the eight sufferings that Buddhism talked about.

"People have eight sufferings, birth suffering, old suffering, sickness, death, resentment and hatred, love and parting suffering, seeking no suffering, and five yin blazing suffering."

Birth, old age, sickness and death, life is normal.

The four sufferings in the back, Jiang Di only thought that he seemed to understand whether he understood or not.

Resentment will be bitter and love will be bitter, and not being able to ask for it is the crux of many people's hearts.

"Eight bitter flowers...... I should have thought of it. "This world also has the inheritance of cultivating Buddha, Jiang Di looked at Mo Yuan in some surprise, but saw Mo Yuan's expression a little annoyed.

"This is the recipe that the Spirit Realm said, Mo Yuan had a guess before?"

"This is a secret, Mo Mian still doesn't know about it." Mo Yuan obviously didn't plan to say more to Jiang Di.

Jiang Di was not in a hurry, and served another bowl of soup, holding the somewhat hot soup bowl and drinking it slowly.

After taking the Nine Dead Flowers that day, the silver-haired man who had been transformed into a giant python left only his name and left.

I thought that the intersection with drinking blood would end here, but I didn't expect that in the next few days, drinking blood came over every day to eat.

If a person with an ordinary amount of food comes to eat, Yan Xi can barely open one eye and close one eye, but he has such a large and huge body when he drinks blood, and it is impossible to eat enough if he eats less.

A large pot of soup is also poured into the mouth at one time.

A bowl of soup is also poured into the mouth at one time.

Yan Xi saw that drinking blood and eating meat was also swallowing soup in one gulp, and then he gave Jiang Di the idea that he only wanted to drink blood and drink soup.

"What else do you have for advice today?"

After eating, he didn't leave, this is not the consistent style of this giant python who grinds and dislikes other people's troubles.

It's the same as my uncle who just stopped by to have a light meal, came to appreciate the light, and it was your honor to eat your food, not to mention paying, he still wanted to pack and take away the unfinished food.

"This soup is cooking well today, and you really don't want to give me your pot that you can't use as a big pot?"

Jiang Tu smiled and took out the pocket version of the stove.

"People take food as the sky, how can the pot stove that can cook delicious food not be of great use."

"This is a gift from the elders, it's better not to continue to worry about it."

The blood-drinking blood-red eyes stared intently at the stove, and his heart was really itchy.

He has been devouring prey for many years, although it is not the first time he has eaten cooked food cooked by humans, but isn't it that those human cooking techniques and ingredients are not complete?

Ever since he smelled the fragrance of Jiang Di's first meal in the spiritual realm, as soon as the meal arrived, a person with excellent looks but a very thick skin came to eat.

If someone else moves the chopsticks first, don't eat it, and you can't leave the dish that others have eaten.

In short, except for his share, which must be served separately, no one else can weigh more than his.

Where would Jiang Di get used to this giant python with an unknown origin and a strange temperament.

The red-eyed snow jade python, an old valuable species.

Being able to cultivate into such a big man and become a tyrant in the spiritual realm has never been a small role.

The food that came out of the cauldron was reserved for only one person, and the rest had nothing to do with drinking blood.

At first, Jiang Di also thought about whether the Nine Dead Flowers would have anything to do with drinking blood, but she pulled off a petal of the Nine Dead Flowers and didn't see any discomfort in drinking blood, and later found that the medicinal effect of the Nine Dead Flowers was beginning to dissipate, and it took a lot of cultivation to take back the petals that she had ripped off with her hands.

In this way, the medicinal effect of the Nine Dead Flowers was barely retained.

Even if it is planted in the soil of the same environment, the state of the Nine Dead Flowers is not as good as when it first started.

I don't know what went wrong.

Jiang Di remembered that he needed to find the Eight Bitter Flowers, but he was still not in a hurry.

Thinking about the Nine Dead Flowers, who are not very energetic, I still think that I have to think of some way to save the life of the Nine Dead Flowers with the medicinal effect.

She must take the road of quenching, regardless of whether there is a pit in it or not, because even if she knows that it is a pit, she has to jump into it.

If you don't jump, you don't know what kind of pit this is.

If you don't know what the pit is, you can't take precautions.

The big deal is that you have suffered some damage, and you can't just let yourself be damaged in this world.

Jiang Di knew that her idea was too risky, but since she dared to gamble, she was sure that she would not lose.

Just can't let yourself be thwarted.

After all, people's hearts are easily shaken, and she also cares.

Once your resolve is shaken...... Jiang Di felt hopeless.

She wanted to live, she wanted to do this commission well, she wanted to meet that strict and broad requirement until the end, and then she stood proudly in front of Loshi, saying that the little girl who was useless and only knew how to cry and fight against him had grown up.

Lohi likes to wear a pair of glasses, even if he has good vision in both eyes.

Jiang Di recalled his previous daily life with Luo Xi, and showed a little embarrassed look on his face.

Drinking blood saw the human in front of him, who had never played cards according to common sense and did not hold him, and he had never had a good face for him, showing such a little daughter attitude, and once suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes.

How could this woman possibly have such an expression.

Knock!

I'm blind from drinking blood!

"Drink blood."

"What?"

"Do you know how to maintain the Nine Dead Flowers?"

As soon as Jiang Di heard Jiang Di mention the Nine Dead Flowers, his face changed when he drank blood.

"What are you doing to the Nine Dead Flowers again?"

"I didn't do anything this time." Jiang Di replied subconsciously.

After answering, I came back to my senses, and the word "again" for drinking blood is very interesting.

The last time she pulled out the petals of the Nine Dead Flowers, she wasn't there to drink blood.

With Yan Xi's vigilant sentry, it was absolutely impossible for him to be nearby at that time when he drank blood.

In this case, the speculation that there is a connection between the Nine Dead Flowers and drinking blood seems to be conclusive.

"Is it the problem you ripped the petals of the Nine Dead Flowers last time?"

"I don't know."

Jiang Di didn't care about looking for blood to confirm his guess or something, the Nine Dead Flower is an extremely important medicinal material, if it is because the Nine Dead Flower cannot be used or the Nine Dead Flower is not effective enough, he will fail to quench his body or not achieve the expected effect......

"Take me to see it." Drinking blood sighed, it was completely helpless against this human who was a wood spirit but didn't know how to maintain plants at all.

Jiang Di led the people to the place where the Nine Dead Flowers were planted, and on the big tree next to it was her hammock, which was very comfortably arranged.

On weekdays, when he wasn't cultivating, Jiang Di would lie down and sleep.

The physique of the wood spirit body is very helpful to her cultivation, as long as she stays in a place where there is aura, her body will automatically absorb the aura and then collect the aura into the meridians, and then merge into the spirit core.

The spirit core of the wood spirit is far more precious than the wood spirit body.

Wood spirits may not be able to cultivate the wood spirit core, and the wood spirit core must contain a large amount of wood spirit power that can be absorbed and refined by wood spirits.

Jiang Di has a wood spirit core in his hand, which is different from the bloody and brutal way that the monk obtains the wood spirit core, the breath on the wood spirit core in Jiang Di's hand is very peaceful, although there is the factor that Jiang Di himself is a wood spirit body, but the wood spirits who die miserably, the spirit cores taken out of their bodies are all spiritually violent.

Relying on one's own cultivation to be advanced and forcibly refining is one way, and using other spirit cores to suppress this rage and slowly refining is one way.

If there is really no way, it is not a bad idea to forcibly incorporate the wood spirit core into the body and warm it, erase the violent aura on it, and then absorb and refine it.

Countless wood spirits died tragically because of the monk's selfish desires.

There are also many monks who have gone mad because of the backlash of the wood spirit spiritual power, and have ruined the path of cultivating immortals.

Drinking Blood was carefully probing the condition of the Nine Dead Flowers, and he didn't know what was wrong, and in an instant, the breath on Drinking Blood's body became extremely chaotic, bright red blood flowed out of his mouth and nose, and the corners of his eyes began to bleed.

"What's wrong with you?" Without hesitation, he directly used the wood spiritual power in his body, which has always represented the mildest spiritual power, to appease the restless spiritual power in the blood-drinking body, although the effect was not fast, but the effect could still be felt.

Useful.

That's it.

Although Jiang Di's spiritual power has improved a lot compared to before, it is still not enough to see what level of blood drinking he has cultivated compared to not knowing how many years he has lived.

Fortunately, drinking blood quickly cooperated with the appeasement of Jiang Dimu's spiritual power to suppress his spiritual power riot.

As long as it is suppressed, even if this life is saved, cultivation may be affected to a certain extent, but it is not a matter of urgency.

When Jiang Di stayed by the side of the Nine Dead Flowers by Drinking Blood, he felt the breath of the Wood Spirit Spirit Core on Drinking Blood.

It's just that at that time, she was still wondering why she had never sensed the breath of the wood spirit core from the blood drinker before, and she hadn't even sensed a trace of the fluctuation of the wood spirit power.

Now I can suddenly feel it again.

This must be something that Jiang Di hasn't figured out yet.

Obviously, the aura of this Wood Spirit Spirit Core was not peaceful, and it had been colliding with the blood-drinking meridians.

Jiang Di hadn't withdrawn her spiritual power yet, and when drinking blood had barely calmed the spiritual power riot in her body, the spiritual core in her own body didn't know why it began to spontaneously absorb the spiritual power in her body.

Drinking blood was already a little weak, but now that the spiritual power was absorbed, his face became more and more pale.

Finally disconnected the spiritual power channel between the two spirit cores, Jiang Di also felt a little guilty about drinking blood with a very bad complexion now.

First, he took a soft handkerchief and dipped it in water and handed it to the blood drinker to let him wipe the bloodstains, the blood had just dried up, and if it looked a little terrible on the faces of others, it was only a little strange on the blood-drinking face.

"Your situation doesn't look good." Jiang Di didn't beat around the bush, and he didn't mean to gloat when he spoke.

This made the blood-drinking complexion look a little better.

"I forcibly took this Wood Spirit Spirit Core from a human monk."

"Mu Ling suffered a lot of torture before he died, and his resentment has not disappeared until now, and he still has a wisp of spirit left."

"Drinking blood doesn't seem to be gratuitous and kind."

"Indeed." Drinking blood wiped the blood stains away, and the whole person was weak.

Jiang Di felt that what he said just now was a bit excessive, and when he saw that he didn't care about drinking blood, he slightly collected his guilt and became serious.

"I'm not a good person in the first place, and even more so I'm not human."

"This wood spirit has an aura that I am familiar with, if it is really the wood spirit I am familiar with, I definitely want to resurrect it and ask it something I want to know."

"If I remember correctly, its spirit core was not cultivated by itself, but was transmitted to it by other wood spirits who had cultivated the wood spirit power they had cultivated all their lives through the spirit core." Drinking blood and talking about it at this point, he shut up and didn't go any further.

Jiang Di also had no intention of listening to other people's privacy, so he didn't ask any more questions.

"There is no other problem with these Nine Dead Flowers, you are well maintained."

"Then why is it so unspiritual?"

"The Nine Dead Flower is a poisonous flower, you raise it in such a harmless environment, you don't see the blood it likes, can it be in good spirits?" Drinking blood, who had regained some spirits, began to speak unceremoniously.

Jiang Di got up directly to see off the guests.

Mo Yuan personally sent people far away before coming back, and Mo Yuan, who consciously took on the responsibility of an elder, came back and thought about how to find the Eight Bitter Flowers.

Such spiritual herbs are not very precious, after all, they are all poisonous weeds, and there is no classic record that these poisonous weeds can help people quench their bodies and thoroughly wash the essence and marrow.

If this is really the case, no matter how difficult the spiritual realm is to break through and how great the chance of death or injury is, the children of those families will definitely be the successors.

It doesn't have to be for yourself, it's often about having a common goal.