Deep in the forest, there was a clearing, and a huge mound stood in the middle of the clearing, which seemed a little abrupt.

At the top of the mound, a few purple and translucent grasses were scattered, exuding a faint halo, and streams of strange fragrances emanated from the grass and drifted in all directions.

A group of Qingxu Sect disciples quietly walked through the forest, led by He Jian.

He Jian is now a ninth-level Qi cultivator, holding a white long sword in his hand, his face is solemn, and he walks forward silently.

"It smells so good!"

A Qingxu Sect disciple said softly, unconsciously stopped, took a deep breath, and showed a look of intoxication on his face.

This disciple's words immediately attracted everyone's attention, and everyone stopped and looked around. From afar, there is indeed a faint aroma wafting in, this is an extremely special aroma, after smelling, it is refreshing.

Needless to say, everyone also understands that this must be some kind of elixir or the smell of spiritual grass, and the smell alone can have this effect, does the value of this herb need to be said more?

"In which direction?"

He Jian's voice was a little hoarse, and he looked at the disciple who was speaking.

Everyone pointed in one direction, and there was a wind blowing in that direction, and the smell was brought by those winds.

It is said that among these people, He Jianxiu is the highest, and he should be the first to feel the source of the aroma. You must know that every time you improve your cultivation, your body will be improved, and this improvement is all-encompassing, including the sense of smell. But looking at He Jian's appearance, he doesn't seem to be sensitive to fragrance.

If the nose suffers from some kind of disease, it may also be like this, but when it comes to their cultivation, the chance of getting sick is already very small. In addition to this situation, there is another situation, that is, to take away! Although the monk can theoretically take away the soul countless times, but each time he takes the house, he must face two problems, the first is that he must use his soul power to destroy the soul of the other party, which is to consume, not devour, so the damage to the soul is very great, and it cannot be recovered in a short time; the second is that the body needs to be fused with the soul after the relinquishment, which is also a relatively slow process, and it takes a year or two to complete, during this period, the external manifestation is that the senses will become insensitive.

Xu Tianlin, who was most familiar with He Jian, secretly glanced at He Jian, and had a very bad idea in his heart. Recently, He Jian has been a little strange, not only his personality has changed a lot, but even his voice has changed.

A few months ago, He Jian and his master went out to look for elixir when they were attacked by an unknown monk on the way. He Jian was seriously injured, and He Jian's master Zheng Hongtu unfortunately died in order to save him.

Returning from the search for the elixir, it is said that He Jian was heartbroken and vowed to avenge his master. From that day on, He Jian's whole person changed, and he had almost no contact with the usual good brothers, and he practiced hard every day. He Jian's cultivation progress was indeed not slow, breaking through the eighth layer of Qi cultivation and entering the ninth layer, which was only one step away from building a foundation.

Could He Jian really be taken away? Xu Tianlin thought secretly, but felt that it was impossible. If something like that really happened, how could the elders of the sect not see it?

He Jian and the others walked in the direction of the aroma, passing through rows of trees. A huge mound appeared in front of everyone, the mound was bare, not a single tree, not even a few green grasses, a few purple grasses scattered on the dark black earth, like stars in the night sky.

Amethyst, as its name suggests, is purple and translucent in every leaf, like a finely carved purple crystal. Amethyst grass is definitely a treasure against the sky, a person can only eat one plant in his life, it can slightly increase the level of spiritual roots, and the second use will have no effect.

Don't look at it as a slight increase, even this slight increase can change everything for a monk! Because of this, the value of amethyst grass can be said to be immeasurable, who doesn't want to have a better spiritual root? Maybe this little difference can make you break through the bottleneck and enter a higher level!

But if there is such a treasure against the sky, if there are no demon beasts waiting around, no one will believe it if they are killed, so He Jian did not dare to act rashly when he reached the vicinity of the mound.

As He Jian hesitated, another group of people appeared on the other side of the mound.

"Brother He has made such rapid progress, he has even reached the perfection of Qi training, admire and admire!" The person who spoke was a young man with a slender figure and beautiful eyebrows, this person was almost known to everyone, Song Weixing of the Kunlun faction.

Don't look at Song Weixing's dignified appearance, he looks harmless to humans and animals, but in fact, he is a well-known and ruthless character.

It is said that once, at an auction, Song Weixing saw a piece of spiritual material that he urgently needed, and when bidding, he was auctioned off by another monk because he didn't have enough spiritual stones.

Song Weixing remembered the appearance of the monk, and when he went out of the auction, Song Weixing asked the monk to trade, and used the local funds of the Kunlun faction for this purpose. But the identity of the Kunlun sect was not revealed during the transaction, and the monk actually used their identity as a small sect to suppress him. Song Weixing was furious, and led people to kill that sect cleanly, whether it was the old and weak, women and children, servants and slaves, no one was left.

If it weren't for seeing that He Jian was already at the ninth level of Qi cultivation today, it is estimated that Song Weixing would have already made a move against the Qingxu faction.

Among the people present from the Kunlun faction, Song Weixing and Yang Cheng were both at the eighth level of Qi training, and two were at the sixth level of Qi training, and the other four were all at the fifth level of Qi training.

On the Qingxu faction's side, except for He Jian's cultivation of the ninth layer of qi, there was no one who practiced the eighth layer of cultivation. Among the rest of the people, Lu Qingjun cultivated the highest, and practiced qi at the seventh level. Xu Tianlin practiced qi at the sixth level, and the other six people were all at the fifth level of qi training, and there was a flower explanation that he admired. Overall, the strength of the two sides is about the same.

Today, Song Weixing was unusual, hugged his fists and said: "Brother He, how about we divide these amethyst grasses into fifty or fifty?"

"I have no opinion. He Jian was still expressionless, unable to see what he was thinking.

Song Weixing turned around and pointed casually: "You, go up and retrieve half of the amethyst grass!"

The face of the disciple who was pointed out changed drastically, is the amethyst grass so easy to get? This is obviously to send him to death! However, Song Weixing's character he knows that as long as he dares to say half a word, he will immediately be in a different place.

This Kunlun disciple gritted his teeth, added a wind movement technique, wind shield technique, and took two steps towards the mound. The soil on top of the mound is very soft, and if you step on it with your feet, you will leave deep footprints on the ground, so it seems that there is nothing wrong here.

There are no footprints of demon beasts around, no feces of demon beasts, and no breath of demon beasts. This is too abnormal, thinking of this, this Kunlun disciple broke out in a cold sweat.

He felt uneasy, and took out another intermediate golden shield talisman, and said something in his mouth, the talisman slapped on his body, and a pale golden sphere appeared around this disciple.

Someone from the Kunlun faction had already gone to fetch the amethyst grass, He Jian no longer hesitated, and said to Hua Jie: "Let's go for a trip to Senior Sister Hua." Although the words are polite, the undoubted meaning is very obvious!

"I, me?" Hua Jieyu lost color, her voice trembled, as if she was about to cry, and her pretty big eyes kept glancing at Lu Junqing. Lu Junqing turned his head away.

"Brother Lu......"

Hua Jieyu's voice was full of helplessness, and Lu Junqing didn't seem to hear it.

"You said you were going to protect my ......"

Hua Jieyu's words were full of grievances, she gave Lu Junqing everything, but she didn't expect him to be so ruthless!

Xu Tianlin was a little resentful of He Jian, the other party clearly knew that he liked Hua Jieyu, but he assigned her to die, and he really didn't miss brotherhood at all.

Strength, or his own strength is too weak! Didn't he He Jian just advance to the perfection of Qi training? Just forget about the original brothers, one day he Xu Tianlin will grow up, and he must make He Jian pay the price! Although Xu Tianlin thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to show a little color on his face, and hugged his fists and said: "Senior Brother He, why don't I go instead of Senior Sister Hua?"

"No!" He Jian said lightly.

Hua Xie Yu stomped his feet, didn't even offer a defensive spell, and walked towards the mound.

That Kunlun disciple was extremely cautious, and every step he took appeared extremely cautious. He finally approached the first amethyst grass. The Kunlun disciple was even more careful, drawing his sword with his right hand, and slowly reaching out towards the amethyst grass with his left hand. He planned to unleash his strongest attack as soon as there was a change, and then flee with all his might.

A faint black mist appeared at the feet of the Kunlun disciples, and the flesh and bones of the Kunlun disciples turned into nothingness in the black mist, and even the trouser legs of their shoes disappeared together. The mana shield sacrificed by the Kunlun disciple had no effect, and he screamed miserably and rolled down into the black mist. The black mist slid across the mound like a light wind, and the Kunlun disciple was never seen again.

The first to flee for his life turned out to be Song Weixing. He didn't say hello, turned around and fled.

Song Weixing's escape immediately had a chain reaction, and everyone fled in all directions. Hua Jieyu knew that it was not good, but she was already on the mound, much slower than everyone else. Seeing a puff of black smoke drifting over, Hua Xie screamed: "Brother Lu, save me!"

Lu Junqing was stunned, chanted the wind movement technique in his mouth, and rushed to the woods behind him.

Xu Tianlin watched a puff of black smoke drift towards Hua Jieyu, and watched Hua Jieyu being engulfed in black smoke, his heart was like a knife, he gritted his teeth, and turned around to flee for his life.

He knew that if he didn't leave, it would be too late.

He Ping hid in the distance, his face was confused, was this a miniature version of the doomsday black wind? He saw with his own eyes that every time those black smoke swallowed a person, the color became thicker and the volume became larger. This thing seems to be getting stronger and stronger, is it constantly being copied?

Luo Fei'er pulled He Ping's arm and whispered, "Hurry up!"

Although He Ping didn't know what this thing was, looking at everyone's reactions, he also knew that this was not something that these little monks could compete with, so he followed Luo Fei'er and retreated into the depths of the forest.

It stands to reason that the two of them are far away from the hillock, and it stands to reason that it should be easy to escape. But at this time, the black smoke made some changes, and the thickest black smoke suddenly began to deform, and it turned into a pair of bows and arrows in mid-air, and the direction of cutting the head was exactly where He Ping and the others were hiding.

"I'll go!"

He Ping cursed and sped up, but he knew that this would not work at all, their speed could not be compared to the black arrow.