A clear stream flowed down, converging into a blue spring, and between the clouds and clouds, a strange spiritual grass swayed.

It is said to be grass, but it is three feet high, as strong as a small sapling, and seven leaves about two feet long are waving in the wind, showing seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and blue, exuding a rainbow-like brilliance, so mysterious.

There is no doubt that this is the Holy Source Grass recorded in the ancient books of the Misty Cloud Valley.

"Do it!" Xie Huaiyuan pulled out his long sword and shouted.

Gu Fenghua flew towards the Holy Source Grass like a sharp arrow, holding a porcelain bottle in one hand and condensing the Holy Qi in the other, preparing to collect the Holy Source Dew as quickly as possible, while Xie Huaiyuan took the white fat man and a few people vigilantly guarding her side.

In just the blink of an eye, several people came to the side of the Holy Source Grass, but Gu Fenghua held the porcelain bottle in one hand and condensed the holy qi in the other, but he didn't move.

"Why don't you do it yet?" Xie Huaiyuan vigilantly paid attention to the possible dangers around him, and suddenly found Gu Fenghua standing there motionless, so he asked anxiously.

"Nothing." Gu Fenghua said helplessly.

Although it was shrouded in the mist of spring water, the colorful leaves of the Holy Source Grass were so smooth as if they had just been carefully wiped, not to mention any Holy Source Dew, not even a little water vapor could be seen.

"Nope!" Xie Huaiyuan turned his head and looked, sure enough, there was no Shengyuan Lu at all.

"Elder Xie, didn't you say that there are powerful demon beasts guarding you, why aren't you?" Lorne held the long sword tightly, constantly condensing the holy energy, looking around vigilantly, his eyes turned and turned like a spinning top, and he was about to fly out of his sockets, but he didn't see the shadow of the demon beast at all, and asked strangely.

"yes, why don't there be any demon beasts?" Xie Huaiyuan slowly put away his long sword and said to himself with a frown.

Shengjia Peak, Fang Shibo and an old man stood side by side, looking at the undulating mountains in the depths of the Shengjia Mountain Range.

"Xie Huaiyuan took Gu Fenghua to set off early in the morning, and now he should find the Holy Source Grass." Fang Shibo said leisurely.

"The Holy Source Grass should have been found, but the Holy Source Dew, they are afraid that they will not be able to find it." The old man laughed.

"Elder Ding has worked hard this time, and I will be grateful after the matter is completed." Fang Shibo said. It turned out that this old man was none other than Elder Shengluo Feng, Ding Qinghe.

"It's my honor Ding Qinghe to be able to serve the hall master, the hall master doesn't have to thank me, just don't forget the good things we said." Ding Qinghe said with a smile.

"Elder Ding, rest assured, after this Jialuo Dabi, there is no way out of the Ethereal Cloud Valley, and the more than ten holy mountains will belong to your Holy Luo Peak." Fang Shibo said indifferently.

"Then I will thank the hall master in advance." Ding Qinghe arched his hand and said.

"Elder Ding doesn't have to thank me, according to what we said before, you will have to work hard to run again." Fang Shibo said.

Ding Qinghe nodded and floated away.

Looking at the mysterious leaves of the Holy Source Grass, Gu Fenghua and the others were disappointed and puzzled, and finally found the Holy Source Grass, but why was there no Holy Source Dew?

"I understand, this Saint Source Dew must have been eaten by the guardian demon beast." Lorne said with a sudden patting on the head.

"What about the demon beast, where did it go?" The white fat man asked.

"Nonsense, Shengyuan Lu has eaten it, what is it doing here, of course it ran away." Lorne looked at the fat man like an idiot.

Gu Fenghua and Ye Wuse both nodded secretly, Luo Enen was finally smarter, this speculation was very reasonable.