The gloomy bath, the miasma is pervasive, and a hundred ghosts are rampant. Ten Thousand Souls Banner is newly promoted to the special grade, and Ye Yun is hunting it vigorously to replenish its ghost power.

Overlord crocodile, bloodthirsty bat, viper......

There were already hundreds of demon beasts that had died at Ye Yun's hands. For him, the gloomy bath is the best hunting ground.

"Find another Blood Mist Grass. ”

While Ye Yun was hunting and killing demon beasts, he also collected some herbs, and he harvested a lot. Because every imp that the Ten Thousand Souls Banner differentiates from is his eyes.

"Hey, it doesn't work at all. ”

Ye Yun put it in his mouth, chewed the blood mist grass, and spit it out.

In these two short hours, Ye Yun had already taken thirty-seven Blood Mist Herbs in a row. Except for the first three plants, the effect is wonderful, and the later ones are not as good as one time, and now they don't work at all.

But Ye Yun's physical strength has really quadrupled. Not to mention that it is invincible at the same level, even if it is a higher order, it is also invincible.

"If there is a third-order blood mist grass, my physical strength should be able to increase a lot. ”

Before Ye Yun's words fell, his eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled.

"You can come whatever you want. ”

"Third-Order Blood Mist Grass!"

"Huh!"

Ye Yun was lightly surprised.

"Someone!"

"It's still a disciple of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion!"

"It seems that Jin Wannian's plan has been half successful. I just don't know, how many sacrifices he has prepared for the Blood Demon this time?"

"Yo, there are still natives in this hellish place, it's kind of interesting, I have to go over and take a look. ”

......

Somewhere in the bath.

On the banks of the third-order blood mist grass.

The two sides are facing off.

On one side were Liang Mingxuan and other Lingxiao Sword Pavilion disciples, a total of ten people.

On the other side were four indigenous people.

The leader is a girl in a short skirt named Rhona. The remaining three are all her followers.

"Girl, look at your dress, you must be a local. May I ask how to get to the Altar of the Evil God?"

In front of beauties, Liang Mingxuan has always been polite.

Rhona's beauty is different from others.

Its skin is dark, its body is tattooed with tribal totems, its limbs are strong and powerful, and its whole body exudes a primitive wild atmosphere.

"This woman in a short skirt is so attractive. I feel that the four beauties of our Beidou Kingdom, combined, are not alone, and they are good-looking. ”

"I'm a woman, and I'm attracted to her. You say, if I put on her short dress, wouldn't I be able to look good?"

"People have a good foundation, and they look good in anything, as for you, it's better to save it, spicy eyes!"

“......”

The other disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion were discussing in private.

"They're demons!"

"I don't know what these demons are talking about, but I guess they're here to grab the Blood Mist Grass!"

"Miss, they are all staring at you, as if they want to do you badly. (Aboriginal Language)"

Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San, all fulfilled their duties and secretly raised their precautions.

"Don't panic, I'll go talk to them. ”

Rona poked the spear in her hand to the ground, and then said in half-hung Mandarin.

"Demon people!"

"Gloomy bath...... Be...... Holy land of our people, please ...... You guys...... Get out of here!"

Rona said a lot of words, but most of them were in indigenous languages, with only a few new words, which belonged to Mandarin. The people of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion didn't understand it at all.

"What did she say?"

"She must have been welcoming us, probably to invite us to her tribe. ”

"Look at her expression, full of hostility, doesn't seem to look like it?"

"You know, she's excited. Has she ever seen us in this outfit?"

“......”

"The language barrier is really troublesome. ”

Liang Mingxuan sighed, then stiffened his head and said to Luo Na while gesturing.

"Girl, we are disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, and we are from outside the enchantment. Excuse me, how do you get to the Altar of the Evil God?"

"What the hell are you talking about, Ulu Ulu!"

Rhona frowned.

"Miss, the demons should be killed, don't talk nonsense!"

"Miss, look at him, he keeps pointing at the Blood Mist Grass with his hand, they are here to grab the Blood Mist Grass!"

"If it is not of my race, its heart will be different!"

Ye Yun had already come, and he hid in a puddle not far away, watching it with relish.

What language do these natives speak?

Yaksha, Shura, Human, and possibly some of your own invented vocabulary are all mixed together. I can only understand a small part of it.

It's time to do it!

The Lingxiao Sword Pavilion was still ready to communicate, but Luo Na and the others had obviously lost their patience.

"Kill!" (Aboriginal language)

Rona took the lead, carrying a spear, and was the first to rush forward. Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San, not far behind, launched an onslaught one after another.

"Crazy! Why don't we just ask for directions!"

"Kill!"

"It's really a bully for us!"

"You all be careful, don't hurt that woman, wait a minute...... Hey, hey, hey!"

"Disgusting!"

“......”

Luo Na is a cultivator in the early stage of the Guiyuan Realm, Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San, all of whom are martial artists of the Spirit Realm.

The disciples of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, who believed that their cultivation was strong, did not take these four natives in their eyes at all, and as a result, they suffered a big loss.

"Poof!"

"That's a lot of strength!"

"No, I'm seriously injured, senior brother save me!"

"I ......"

Liang Mingxuan's mouth was almost grinning to the back of his head, and he also suffered a secret loss in the face of Luo Na.

Luo Na and the others, all of whom have been taking Blood Mist Grass all year round, have several times, more than ten times, or even dozens of times their strength than ordinary martial artists. Their combat power cannot be measured by superficial cultivation at all.

Ten disciples of the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion were arrogant and underestimated the enemy, and as a result, three of them died in one face. Liang Mingxuan was even more pressed and beaten by Luo Na, and he couldn't pull out at all to take care of his junior brother and sister.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"These savages are just stronger, and they may not be able to catch up with you!"

Liang Mingxuan shouted desperately.

Liang Mingxuan's martial soul is peculiar, as long as others escape, he has the confidence to get out.

The Ling Xiao disciples were already afraid, but now that they had Liang Mingxuan's order, it was justified to escape, and it was not like a swarm of bees.

"Here's your chance. ”

Although Ye Yun was like a fish in water in the Yin Evil Bath, he still had a dark eye on the situation of the entire formation enchantment.

Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San, chased Ling Xiao's disciples, and left Luo Na's sight, Ye Yun could just take advantage of these opportunities to seize one and search for souls!

"Which of the three of you is more unlucky?"

"It's you. ”

"It's dark, it's short-lived!"