Hongxia was surging, coating the surrounding ancient trees with a layer of shiny red light, Huo Yao held his breath, and even his pace accelerated, he wanted to see what was going on. He stepped into the fog, and was stunned by what he saw.

"How so"?

Huo Yao's handsome face turned green. What about the good god phoenix? What about the good elixir? Suddenly this young clan of the Fire Crane tribe lost confidence in life, and it felt like being raped by life. Huo Yao walked in the sky, but the desert he saw was as vast as the sea, stretching endlessly, and there was no end in sight, which made him extremely depressed.

"The young master of Huoyao, there is something to discover." Because the red glow of the red glow of the caicai blocked the view, Zhao Ling'er and his party entered this area at this time. Hey, when the young master of Huoyao went there, why didn't he see anyone. I don't think I want to swallow the good things alone. Zhao Ling'er couldn't help but slander Huoyao's belly. At this time, the tortoise shell in Zhao Ling'er's hand kept moving, as if there was some kind of foreshadowing. The fog is getting thicker......

"Phoenix Blood God Vine"

In the midst of the mist, a vine-like plant appeared in front of her. This vine is about a foot long, and it doesn't seem to be very big, but every section of the vine is like a vigorous ancient pine, as if it has gone through countless annual rings. The vine is red all over, with nine leaves and red feathers. However, the outer part of the leaf is a layer of gold, shining golden in the mist, like a dancing phoenix.

Zhao Ling'er couldn't even believe her eyes, she saw a medicine king! It wasn't those elixirs, it was a living medicine king. Zhao Linger swallowed her saliva even without a ladylike temperament, but whoever sees it will be moved, even if she is a witch general, she will also have red eyes and fight for her face. Zhao Ling'er was thinking that if she got this medicine king, then she would be able to burn the seventh tripod immediately, or even the eighth tripod, and there would be no problem at all, then she would also ascend to the position of witch general in the future.

"If I get this medicine king, it doesn't matter if I can't find it."

Zhao Ling'er frowned, looking at the "Eight Extremes Xuan Turtle Plate" in his hand constantly moving. Of course she knew that things wouldn't be so simple, a medicine king didn't have a guardian to have a ghost. Zhao Ling'er turned around and wanted to seek her people, but when she turned around, she found that there was no one behind her, only this endless mist, and in this endless mist, she was separated from her clansmen, and this mist, which could isolate her perception.

"Damn".

However, Zhao Ling'er naturally would not let go of this kind of God-given opportunity, so she could only wait here for the clansmen to find her. Zhao Ling'er looked at this medicine king, and his eyes became hotter and hotter. Naturally, she wanted to give it a try, and if she could succeed, she would make a lot of money.

The aura on Zhao Ling'er's body became obscure, and a translucent true element burst out of her body, and this translucent true element actually separated her from the crimson mist. The fingers of her right hand were constantly moving, the green fingers were constantly changing positions, intertwined with luminous light, and she was constructing a strange magic seal. The glow flew out of her fingers, seeped into the ground, and began to pulsate as the ground around her. The glow intertwined, and then drilled into the ground, more and more glow gathered, and finally formed a fierce beast.

"Spiritism"

If anyone saw it, they would have exclaimed. Spiritism can be said to be the most fundamental witchcraft of the witch clan. In that flood year, it is rumored that this method can be channeled, as long as it is a Wu people, you can summon the Wu ancestor's law body to help forward, and can also inspire the remnant soul of heaven and earth and some mountains, rivers and lakes monsters, it is one of the most terrible laws of the Wu clan, and it has caused endless blood disasters in the flood era. It's a pity that this method is difficult to cultivate, not because of cultivation and talent, but only because of the purity and understanding of spiritual power.

"It's a pity that this is only the first level of spiritism, and it can only communicate with this lowest-level spiritual object." Zhao Ling'er looked at the unknown beast with the head of a bull and shook his head.

"Go ahead, bring the Phoenix Blood God Vine out to Miss Ben."

The beast with the head of a bull really staggered towards the medicine king. Closer, the bull-headed beast was only a foot away from the medicine king, Zhao Ling'er thought it would succeed, but at this time, the mutation started again, and before it touched the medicine king, the bull-headed beast was gone, as if it disappeared out of thin air. Faced with this situation, Zhao Ling'er didn't react much, she had expected this, she just tried just now, and she could think of a countermeasure. She was holding the "Eight Extremes Turtle Disk" and was calculating, trying to find a chance to crack it.

"Who, come out over there"!

"Miss Ling'er, she is a subordinate, and her subordinates and clansmen are lost."

A young man dressed in white came out of the fog, with clear eyebrows and a graceful flow. This is what he is bowing his head and respecting the graceful beauty in front of him. A light flashed from the young man's eyes, but unfortunately the young man was lowering his head at this time, and from this angle, Zhao Ling'er couldn't see anything.

"You're just in time, step on the marked top, and help me go and pick that medicine king back." Zhao Ling'er was finally relieved this time, and when she saw that a subordinate was coming, she happened to use him as her experiment. I hope that this subordinate has a good life and can successfully recover the medicine king.

"Yes, Miss Ling'er!" The young man in white replied, and he was really stepping on those leaves and preparing to pick the medicine king.

One step, two steps, three steps... The young man in white looked calm, but his back was already dripping with sweat, he was gambling on his life! The young man in white was still walking, and the young man in white stretched out his hand to pick the medicine king, and it turned out to be a foot long! The young man in white had an extra miraculous medicine in his hand, a red divine vine, and nine feather-shaped leaves swaying on it, like a dancing divine phoenix.

"Phoenix Blood God Vine, it's actually in hand." Zhao Ling'er didn't expect that she would be right by using the calculation of the "Eight Extremes Xuan Turtle Plate"!

"Miss Ling'er is destined to return, and her luck is unparalleled"!

At this time, the young man in white was holding the "Phoenix Blood God Vine" and stepped on the leaves and retreated, holding the "Phoenix Blood God Vine" in front of Zhao Ling'er, and said compliments. Just as Zhao Ling'er stretched out his hand to pick up the medicine king, a dark green sword light stabbed straight at Zhao Ling'er's neck, which was like mutton fat jade, but unfortunately Zhao Ling'er reacted too quickly, and only a few strands of hair fell in the air. The man in white took out a small red sword from his hand and stabbed her in the left chest, with a fierce move, obviously trying to pierce her heart.

"Boom"!, the young man in white was beaten by Zhao Ling'er and flew out, crashed under a tree, and kept coughing up blood.

"Say, who sent you, tell me, maybe Miss Ben can spare your dog's life."

"You killed the people from Weishui Village!" The young man in white looked so excited that his eyes turned red.

"Miss Ben has been in a few villages with Huo Yao Blood, and as for whether there is any water village in your mouth, Miss Ben doesn't know. A few wild villages that don't even have monks in the Wuding Realm, kill them, and in Miss Ben's eyes, those weak people are just pigs and dogs, so what does it matter about their lives. ”

"Hahaha! The life of the weak is like a pig and a dog! The young man in white laughed angrily and said loudly to Zhao Ling'er.

"Don't talk nonsense, hand over the "Phoenix Blood God Vine" in your hand. In my eyes, killing you as a cultivator of the Spirit Vein Realm is like killing a pig and a dog." At this time, Zhao Ling'er said disdainfully, but she was not in a hurry, she was a powerhouse in the Wuding Realm, and she couldn't kill a young man in the Spirit Vein Realm.

At this time, the white-clothed young man's lips curved a small arc, and he raised the "Phoenix Blood Divine Vine" in his hand as if he was really going to hand it over to Zhao Ling'er, but a red glow flew towards Zhao Ling'er at this moment.

"I can't help myself"!

Facing the glow that flew towards her, Zhao Ling'er waved her hand disdainfully, and the red glow deviated from the trajectory and shot at an ancient tree beside her, and the glow turned out to be a small red sword.

"No, it's a trick"!

At this time, Zhao Ling'er felt like a lightning strike in her heart, and looked at the side of the young man in white, except for a pile of blood on the ground, there was nothing. The young man in white actually fled under her nose.

"My name is Cangxuan, I will kill you".

In the crimson mist, a word fluttered softly, in a very flat tone, but with a piercing coldness.