The ink monkey quickly grabbed her cloak and fell down as well.

An instantaneous sense of falling came, Luo Qingyin hurriedly opened the moire bamboo umbrella, slowed down the speed of falling, and at the same time lifted his qi to perform light skills, and after a while, he fell to the ground lightly.

The ink monkey grabbed her shoulder, and when he saw her outstanding work, he let out a "squeak" of admiration.

After landing on the ground, I couldn't see my fingers.

Luo Qingyin took out the Night Pearl and illuminated the surrounding environment.

Looking up, I can't see the sky, there are strange rocks around, there is no grass, and there is nothing else.

Could it be an underground stone forest?

Even the ink monkey had a blank look on his little furry face.

Sitting on Luo Qingyin's shoulder, its round eyes looked in all directions, and suddenly, it stretched out its claws and pointed in one direction, "Go this way." ”

Luo Qing said in surprise: "Do you know here? ”

The ink monkey scratched his red buttocks proudly, "Do you know who the master is?" ”

Luo Qingyin shook her head, last time she asked, it didn't say, how could she know?

"Ye is the only purebred ink monkey in heaven and earth, the elixir spirit grass within a radius of thousands of miles, Ye can know where it is when he smells it!" The ink monkey crossed his feet proudly, "Stupid woman, why don't you come and worship the master?" Chirping! ”

"I don't believe it." Luo Qingyin deliberately teased it.

"Don't believe me? I will find out the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng and show it to you! Walk. ”

"What's the hurry? The time came after three days. ”

The ink monkey sneered: "Three days? Today is the 10,000-year cycle, if there is no accident, the snow ginseng has matured, and the stupid human beings have miscalculated the time and squeaked. ”

Luo Qingyin was surprised: "Won't it? ”

"Can't think of it, right?" The ink monkey's paw pointed upward, revealing a humanized mocking expression, "The blood ginseng on it is a blood ginseng fed with animal blood." The real 10,000-year-old snow ginseng grows in the center of the earth, which is here. Creak. ”

Luo Qingyin looked at it in shock, if the blood ginseng on it was fake, how could it have a fragrant aroma?

Don't...... The real 10,000-year-old snow ginseng and the blood ginseng above belong to the same line, and the aroma is drawn to the blood ginseng? If so, then the cultivation of the person who did it should not be underestimated.

"Since it's today, let's go."

Her stomach growled with hunger, and as she walked, she took out the spirit fruit she had picked before from the ring and shared it with the ink monkey.

I don't know how long later, a white snow field appeared in front of me again.

If he hadn't known that he was underground, Luo Qingyin would have thought that he had returned to the location of the placenta.

Unlike the ice and snow outside, the snow underground is thousands of years of ice, and you can't leave enough to slip on it.

If it weren't for the dirty soles of the shoes, there would be no signs of anyone stepping on them.

Luo Qingyin's heart moved, and she took out a pair of new shoes that Mama Xie bought for her from the ring and put them on.

Now, no matter how you walk, you won't leave a trace.

Following the direction pointed by the ink monkey, Luo Qingyin soon saw a placenta, which was exactly the same as the placenta with blood ginseng planted on it.

Around the placenta, the terrain was undulating, and Luo Qingyin hid his body with the help of the terrain, and heard a faint voice.

"Do you really want to dedicate the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng to the prince of Si Guo?" A cold male voice charged with strong dissatisfaction, "Leave it to us for our own use, we can make all our cultivation breakthroughs generals, and then Liguo will be our world!" To the prince of Siguo, I am not reconciled! ”

A mournful male voice sighed: "Alas, I don't want to, but he took our lives and gave them to him, so that we can redeem our free bodies." ”

Luo Qingyin poked his head out from behind the ice pile and saw two adventurers wearing black cloaks, one tall and one short, standing in front of the Ten Thousand Years Snow Ginseng.

The Ink Monkey patted her on the shoulder with his paw and silently leaped down the snow to their place like lightning.

The two adventurers didn't notice the arrival of the ink monkey and were still making trouble.

One of the short men paced back and forth, smiling coldly, "Heh, do you believe that he will force us even more after he gets the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng?" Or kill people! ”

The other man remained silent for a long time.

The short man said again: "Even if we don't give it to him, we will take it to the Medicine King's Palace, get a shelter, and work hard for that bullshit prince!" ”

The tall man was still silent.

"Forget it, whatever you say is what you say. After all, you're the big brother. The short man walked up to the side and gently patted the tall man on the shoulder, and the dagger in his sleeve suddenly lit up and plunged into his chest!

The tall man let out a terrible cry and fell to the ground, convulsing all over!

Apparently, the dagger was quenched with poison.

"I'm sorry, big brother. This 10,000-year-old snow ginseng can't be given to him! The dwarf man rushed in front of the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng, took out the jade shovel, and began to dig.

Burst!

The dwarf man suddenly stepped forward and fell to his knees.

He looked back incredulously, "You ......"

Soon, he was speechless.

The tall man's arrow pierced the heart from behind.

Luo Qingyin shook his head.

People die for money, birds die for food, for a 10,000-year-old snow ginseng, brothers turn against each other, and cause trouble to Xiao Wall, which is really sad.

However, they killed each other, just to cheapen her fisherman.

Luo Qingyin was about to walk out from behind the ice pile, and her shoulders suddenly sank, but it was the ink monkey who came back, and the ink monkey scratched her head with his paws and pointed to the right.

Luo Qingyin clearly saw that it was not referring to the direction of the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng.

Although he was a little puzzled, Luo Qingyin decided to listen to it.

"That 10,000-year-old snow ginseng is a variant of ordinary snow ginseng, which is particularly large and crystalline, but its actual effect is limited and squeaky." After walking a distance, the ink monkey sat on her shoulder, licking her paws with peace of mind, looking like she was waiting for Luo Qingyin's praise.

So low-grade snow ginseng, it disdains.

Luo Qingyin was shocked when he heard it.

One and two places are fake, could it be that the 10,000-year-old snow ginseng is just a gimmick, just to let many warriors kill each other?

Suddenly, a doll's cry came, and in the silence, it was very clear.

"How can there be children in a place like this?"

Luo Qingyin didn't expect that there would be people in this kind of place.

Maybe it's a doll beast?

Doll beasts are not of high grade, but they can make sounds similar to those of dolls, attracting humans who are unsuspecting of children, and then devouring them.

Luo Qingyin felt a vigilance rise in his heart, and looked at the ink monkey with an inquiring gaze.

"What are you grinding? Go, squeak. The ink monkey took the lead in the direction from which the voice came, and its body was as fast as lightning.

After sweeping a few hundred meters, she suddenly remembered Luo Qingyin, and immediately ran back and sat on her shoulder, "Squeak, it's still so comfortable." ”

Luo Qingyin shook his head and completely obeyed it.

A moment later, Luo Qingyin saw an unbelievable scene.

A little doll with a bare ass sat on a raised thousand-year-old ice, scratching his fingers across the ice, and I don't know what method he used, the ice fell in a flutter.

The little doll is white and pure like the ice under the buttocks, white and fat, fleshy and whirring, even the hair is snow-white, crystal red eyes, only wearing a green leaf-shaped small belly pocket, and the little head is topped with two fresh leaves.

Looking around, there are no people, where is the little brat?

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