It was almost half a day before he crossed some streams and small forests, and finally could smell the fragrance clearly in the cold current.

"Whew!"

"Smack!"

Across a small forest, there was a waterfall rumbling in the depths on the left, which should be near the waterfall, but suddenly there was a monster Sen Sen roaring from the right, and it was accompanied by a vibration sound, not the sound of the waterfall falling into the water.

Wow!

Suddenly, several vultures in front of them, carrying the corpse of a large snake in their mouths, slowly crossed over, swaying in the mist.

It seems that almost all of the minced meat before was monster corpses, and then it was taken away by vultures and eaten elsewhere.

The vibrations were getting louder and louder, and the scent was amazing, and there should have been a small valley around it, thinning the fog a bit.

"That's..."Suddenly, Yang Zhen quickly hid under a rock.

In front of a natural cave more than 20 zhang away, two demon beasts are fighting, if you don't hit me, I will rush up and take a bite as if I am crazy.

And on the periphery of the cavern, there was a faint purple-red halo, making the valley deep in the mist like a place where jewels gathered.

"The purple red aura is the cold essence grass, once the spiritual object matures, it will release the aura, and the more extraordinary the aura, the more it will gather into light. ”

"That's the Red Giant Arm Tiger, and the two Red Fierce Tigers are actually fighting each other in front of the entrance of the cave... To fight for the Cold Essence Grass?"

"It looks like the battle has been going on for a long time, I'll wait for them to kill and then pick up the bargain, and there are some monster corpses around..."

Yang Zhen smiled bitterly and waited quietly.

Oh~.

After a full hour, the two red tigers finally came to an end killing each other, one of them fell down with a slight sturdy, and the other was about to be dismembered without a single good place on his body.

Swish!

Suddenly, a figure jumped out from behind the rocks in the distance... It was Yang Zhen.

The red tiger trembled and blistered with blood, and when he watched his companion die tragically, there was no superfluous action, and Yang Zhen, who was even more hedged, did not notice it at all.

The Red Tiger has a tiger head and long tusks like a human standing, is nearly four meters tall, has extraordinarily thick arms, and is surrounded by golden and snow-white fur.

"Poof!"

A sword shadow like a blood moon pierced through the mist.

"Looks like my knife is harder. ”

The knife in his hand fell as fast as thunder, and Yang Zhen at this moment was more like a bloodthirsty beast than the monster in front of him.

Then the head of the Red Fierce Tiger snapped to the ground, and after a few swings, the corpse spurted blood like a pillar, and when he put away his waist knife, his heart also fell when he saw this scene, although he had practiced in Wuji Sect for three years, he had only practiced with demon beasts in the first year.

In an instant, the whole person was attracted by the faint purple light in the cave entrance, as if there was a purple pool in the cave, and the purple light was like a reflection.

"The Chill Grass is mine... I didn't expect to be able to get the Cold Spirit Grass so smoothly. ”

This kind of place can't stay long, and he hurried towards the entrance of the purple light cave.

Hastily!

Unexpectedly, just a few steps out, the purple light at the entrance of the cave seemed to be controlled by someone, and suddenly erupted out, covering Yang Zhen's body.

His body felt very weak by some force, his eyelids were listless, a kind of drowsiness invaded his whole body, and what he saw in front of him was a purple light.

The dreamlike distortion and interweaving of purple light made Yang Zhen seem to be swept away into a certain space, making Yang Zhen involuntarily walk over step by step.

"I can't get enough of a break..."

Unexpectedly, a faint voice sounded from the entrance of the purple light cave and was cold to the extreme: "Die, after you die, it just so happens that this seat can be used for practice, a transformation of the Yuan realm, you can refine some essence blood..."

"Boom!"

The voice finished...

Yang Zhen actually fell to the ground, his five fingers grabbed into the sand and stones, as if he saw a ghost, his face was full of fear, especially his eyes were unwilling, and some strange black marks kept flying in his eyes.

"I—I'm going to survive..."

No one knows what happened to Yang Zhen at this time.

And he suddenly grabbed his neck with his hand, scratching out blood marks alive, as if to restore his consciousness.

After grabbing his neck and thighs, he didn't let go of everything he could, and his body gradually curled up, feeling like a beggar who was about to freeze to death.

On the ground was either his bloody dandruff or his torn hair...

"I can actually hold on to a stick of incense..."

The voice reappeared.

In the blink of an eye, a white-clothed and white-haired man walked out of the cave under the protection of a red tiger 'tiger man' who was nearly three feet tall and had a pair of bloody eyes.

The white-haired man is estimated to be forty years old, although his body is thin, but his pupils are very focused, but there are a few black lights wandering, obviously looking at Yang Zhen, who is curled up and struggling almost weakly, and his face is distorted, almost biting off his tongue.

After a long time, he was slightly surprised: "Breaking into my 'Ghost Ecstasy Array', I thought it was an adult, but I didn't expect that it was a kid who was so young, but he could cultivate the Transformation Yuan Realm, and he could cultivate the Transformation Yuan Realm at a young age in this Hidden Dragon Continent, and it is estimated that there are only a handful, especially since his willpower can compete until now..."

About a dozen breaths again.

For Yang Zhen, this period of time has almost reached the extreme of his life, and every second is crucial to him.

And the white-haired man also seemed to be in deep contemplation during this time, as if he had to make a decision, a very difficult choice.

"Good seedlings... I didn't expect to meet a good seedling in this Hidden Dragon Continent..."

"The one hundred and eight qi veins around Shenzang have been opened, it should not be innate, but the acquired due to some kind of opportunity to have such a perfect meridian, the Yuan Realm can only break through the human treasure, and cannot open the earth and heaven treasure, but all his qi veins have been opened, and it will be easier than ordinary people to cultivate the earth and heaven in the future. ”

"Wow!"

The white-haired man suddenly slapped his palm out of thin air, grabbed Yang Zhen and flashed into the purple light hole.

The space in the cave is very sufficient, and I can't imagine that there are several human corpses on the ground, as well as the corpses of several red tigers, and the corpses all have one thing in common, they have almost turned into dry corpses, and they feel like they have been sucked up by people.

Looking at the front again, there was a one-foot-tall comfrey, not one, but five or six.

"Ahem..."

I don't know how long it has been.

Yang Zhen, who was sleeping on the ground not far from the white-haired man, suddenly coughed a few times, and slowly stretched his body, his eyes finally returned to tranquility as before.

"It's... Chill Grass"

Yang Zhen lay on the ground as if he was in prostration, and began to look around, first when he saw the corpse, his face turned pale with fright, and then he saw a few cold essence grasses.

The whole person didn't know where to get the strength, and a carp hit and jumped up.

But as soon as his feet landed, he suddenly stumbled and slammed into the ground.

When he opened his teeth and claws in pain, he noticed that a pair of eyes had been staring at him, and he sat up tremblingly: "You, who are you?"

At the first glance of Yang Zhen's sight of the man in white, he knew that this person was not simple, and there was a three-zhang tall red fierce tiger standing next to him, who seemed to be subdued by him.

Can such a person be simple?

It's so abnormal, Yang Zhen feels like he's going to be in the ghost gate again.

The white-haired man was still sitting cross-legged, a little bit of the fireworks in the world, and he was only two feet away from Yang Zhen, not only did the man not move, but even the red tiger standing on the side was always there.

It feels....

Neither one nor one monster exists.