Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Blade Strikes the Heart

As soon as Hua Ci was about to leave, he was stopped by the disciple of the Yanghua Sect behind him.

"This spirit fruit was discovered by us first, you can't swallow it alone?"

"The things in the secret realm are all ownerless things, so naturally whoever takes possession first is whoever owns it."

Hua Ci looked at the two of them.

"Senior brother, let's forget it, let's look elsewhere."

The younger disciple whispered.

"No, we haven't found any spiritual treasures on this island for so long, so it's impossible to let this go."

After saying that, the flower remarks watched the monk suddenly release the Mixed Earth Divine Sense.

An earthy yellow divine consciousness rushed straight at the flowers.

Hua Ci immediately released his divine sense to respond.

The opponent's divine consciousness gradually spread, and the arm-wide pillars of earth continued to rush towards Hua Ci.

The rhetoric is continuously broken with green divine consciousness.

Timber soil.

Although it was easy to deal with it now, if the older monk forced the other disciple to take action together.

It can take some time to deal with.

So Hua Ci quietly let the phoenix extinguishing blade go up along his divine sense.

The Huaci Divine Consciousness bent like a vine against the other party's divine consciousness, and the other party didn't notice it at all, and a trace of golden light flashed in the middle of the Mutu Divine Consciousness.

Hua Ci was in full force at this time, and the other party was directly forced to retreat to the bottom of the tree by this force, and there was no way to retreat.

The monk was just about to strike a blow when he saw a sharp blade rushing at his heart.

It turned out that the blow of the divine consciousness just now not only repelled the monk, but also sent this sharp blade to this vital point.

If it's an ordinary spiritual attack, it can be protected even from the heart.

If it's any other position, even if you get stabbed, it doesn't matter.

But this is the deadliest part, and it is still a spiritual blade.

The monk was no longer stiff-mouthed at this time, and immediately withdrew his consciousness as a sign of surrender.

The little disciple who didn't make a move, as soon as he saw the blade in front of his senior brother, he immediately prepared to save his senior brother.

But as soon as he revealed his divine sense, the threatened disciple immediately stopped:

"Don't!"

When the monk saw that the rhetoric was so vicious, he knew that the young man was no opponent.

If it really annoys Hua Ci, the two of them are afraid that they will really die.

"We don't want the Linghua fruit, you can take it."

The older monk hastened to speak.

"Yes, fellow Daoist, we don't want the Lingxi Fruit, you let my senior brother go first!"

Hua Ci looked at the two of them again, and the younger one in this grade was a good one.

The older ones in this grade look unreasonable, but they also know that they are protecting the small ones, and they didn't use deadly tricks when they shot just now.

Glancing at the little disciple's urgent eyes again, Hua Ci withdrew the Phoenix Annihilation Blade.

"Thank you!"

Hua Ci ignored it and turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, Hua Ci thought about the words of the two of them, and threw two Linghua fruits in the direction of the two of them.

Immediately, Hua Ci heard the excited voice of the younger monk.

Hua Ci went further, almost past the highest point of the island.

The sun hangs in the south, and then goes down, and it is the mountain shade.

However, after walking a few steps, I saw traces of a monk walking.

Hua Ci then walked forward along the trail, and the dense forest in front of him was deeper.

There were no birds or beasts, and there were not even any insects chirping.

There was a dangerous signal in the utter silence.

Hua Ci was hesitating to move forward when he heard some noise nearby.

Could it be that there are birds and beasts passing by?

The rhetoric walked away.

But before he could get to the place where the noise came from, Hua Ci saw the corpses of four or five monks.

The reason why it was determined to be corpses was because the bodies of these people were almost broken, and the flesh and blood were blurred, which was very tragic.

Looking at the scars, it should not be a fight between monks, but more like encountering some fierce beast.

There are such powerful spirit beasts on this small island.

Hua Ci bypassed several corpses and found the place where the sound came from.

It turned out that there was a monk deeper in the grass layer.

The breath is dying.

"There is a ...... of the Golden Hook Beast"

When the monk saw the flowers, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then an endless despair.

After spitting out the "golden hook beast" slightly, he swallowed.

The monk was also badly wounded and was not rescued in time.

After Hua Ci injected aura into his body, he couldn't keep it.

Unable to return to the sky.

After looking around, Hua Ci decided to leave this dangerous place first.

"Did you know that there are Golden Hook Beasts on this island?"

Hua Ci took out the phoenix feather bow and asked Lao Huang.

"Golden Hook Beast? What's that? Let me think about it,"

"Oh, I remember, there are a few kittens on these islands."

Lao Huang said it very easily.

"Kittenmon?"

Hua Ci frowned.

"Oops, it's just some low-level little spirit beasts, I remember them were red-eyed, cat-like tigers, and the big name seems to be called the Golden Hook Beast,"

"When I came out, they all avoided it, and they couldn't get into my eyes at all."

Lao Huang's tone was very proud.

"But it's been three thousand years, even if they're not the ones they used to be,"

"And now you're ......"

Words and words.

"Oh, little Daoyou, don't be afraid of them,"

"I remember they seemed to love a kind of mint spirit grass,"

"That peppermint spirit grass can not only refresh the mind, but also detoxify all kinds of poisons."

Lao Huang's mentality is very good, although he is trapped in the phoenix feather bow, he is still unaffected.

"Do you know where the mint spirit grass is?"

"I haven't paid attention to this, but it should be around here, and the Golden Hook Beast will guard the mint spirit grass."

Ordinary spirit beasts are fine, but like a few monks just now, they all died here.

This Golden Hook Beast looks like it's hard to mess with.

You need to be careful, Hua Ci added a few spirit talismans to himself.

In the shade of the back mountain, there are some spirit mushrooms, and a lot of flowers are also picked easily.

The mushroom stew is delicious.

It seems that this Biluo Sea is indeed a good place, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas are very rich.

Just as Hua Ci was about to bend down to pick a few more mushrooms.

A few golden hairs attract the attention of the flowers.

Hua Ci picked up the hair, golden yellow with a little gray, except for the ends, very stiff.

Is this the hair of the Golden Hook Beast?

Golden hair, presumably a golden body, Lao Huang said that it was red eyes.

Hua Ci can already roughly imagine what the golden hook beast looks like.

As I walked down the mountain, a fresh breeze blew, bringing a burst of refreshment.

Hua Ci felt the direction of the wind.

There was a valley over there, and there were basically no tall trees in the valley, as if there was a patch of green grass.

The wind blew, and Hua Ci saw the blades of grass swaying with the wind in the distance, like a green sea.

Hua Ci took a few steps in that direction and noticed the anomaly.

The aura over there was very strong, not as stable as the Spirit Mine Mountain Range, but fluctuating slightly.

The Flower Wood Spirit Root immersed himself once, confirming that the rich aura was fluctuating from that green sea.

To be precise, it's the plants that emit it.

Those are all spirit grasses with sufficient spiritual power, and if I guess correctly, it should be the mint spirit grass guarded by the Golden Hook Beast.

Just as he was about to shout out Lao Huang's identification, Hua Ci heard a low roar of "grunt" behind him.