A cold spirit grass full of cold air was found on the wall of the cold pool, causing scrambling and scrambling.

"Ah~!"

The gray shadow didn't have time to escape with the black grass, and was struck by more than ten spirit swords and spirit swords that came from all directions, and the spirit grass flew out of his hand, and he screamed miserably and turned into ashes. Immediately, the rest of the people continued to fight and snatch the spirit grass.

However, although there were hundreds of monks on the side of the cold pool, only a very small number of people were fighting for the cold spirit grass. Only those who plan to devote themselves to the Qingdanmen will be interested in the Cold Spirit Grass. Even if you grab it, it is just a spiritual grass, and it is far from enough to join the Qingdan Sect with this. So the ones who really made the move were just a dozen or so monks who were extremely urgent.

The other monks just watched with their chests crossed, looking like they were watching a good show.

Those high-ranking cultivators of the eighth and ninth layers of the Qi Refining Period didn't take a second look at the Cold Spirit Grass at all. Their target is the black-horned demon crocodile, and only by grabbing the black horn can they safely become an introductory disciple of the Ancient Artifact Sect.

This chaos brought about by the cold spirit grass came quickly and disappeared quickly. A thin sixth-layer old Taoist priest in the Qi refining period, with a roll of long sleeves, grabbed the cold spirit grass, and rushed away, running into the distance. The three or four monks of the fifth and sixth layers of the Qi refining period who participated in the competition refused to give up and rushed to chase after them, and soon they disappeared together. Around Hantan, everything was back to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Ye Qin calmly looked at the scene that had just happened, although he was quite moved, but he thought that he might not be able to snatch the Cold Spirit Grass from those monks of the same level, so he didn't set out to chase after him after all.

With a slight leap, he jumped down the waterfall and landed on the wet muddy grass, and walked slowly to the edge of the cold pool where there were many monks.

Hantan has been "dug" dozens of feet deep, braving the slightest chill. The water in the pool is frozen and more ice blocks are constantly being pulled away. This cold pond is several acres in circumference, bottomless, there must be more than one cold spirit grass, as you gradually "dig" deeper, you may be able to find a lot of cold spirit grass.

He now has a sword in his hand, a flame knife and a large number of flame thorn seeds in his hand, and he has both long attacks and close combat, and can entangle the enemy, even if he encounters a master, he has the strength to save his life, and he is not the kind of cannon fodder who dies as soon as the battle starts.

This black horn has already been targeted by no less than dozens of high-ranking monks, and it definitely doesn't have his share. But for other things in the cold pool, like the Cold Spirit Grass and the like, he might be able to get one smoothly.

With this plan, Ye Qin simply took root on the edge of this cold pool and looked for opportunities.

It took more than ten days for Hantan to be hollowed out nearly forty or fifty zhang deep again. From time to time, a few cold spirit grasses, or other rare spirit grasses, were found and robbed by the monks.

In the past ten days, the black-horned demon crocodile would occasionally pop out, bite off one or two monks, and then quickly burrow into the bottom of the pool and hide. And the deeper you dig, the more frequent the demon crocodile appears, and it is irritable. Just removing the water from this cold pool cost the lives of more than ten monks.

"It's almost the end, let's dig down, dig into the demon crocodile's lair, and see where it hides!"

One of the monks dug into the mud at the bottom of the pool, and the monks suddenly became excited.

But they didn't have time to get excited.

"Whew!"

A deafening, angry roar like a beating war drum echoed through the Grand Canyon. A demon crocodile covered in black scale armor suddenly jumped out of the pool, flicking its tail wildly, and swept away several Qi refining stage cultivators who were relying on it closely. The protective shields on their bodies did not play any role in front of the tail scale armor that was as sharp as a blade. The blood instantly stained the entire cold pool.

This time, the black-horned demon crocodile did not hide in the water again, but frantically chased after the monks in the cold pool.

"The black-horned demon crocodile is out~ Mother, run away!"

"Get out of my way, get out of the way. ”

The low-ranking monks screamed and screamed one after another, and fled from the cold pool desperately. If you want to talk about second-order and third-order demon beasts, maybe some of them can still fight. However, the fourth-order demon beast is already at the level of a foundation building stage cultivator, and it is not something that a single Qi refining stage cultivator can fight against at all.

Even if it was a group of hundreds of Qi Refining Stage cultivators, if they didn't cooperate, they wouldn't be able to take down this fierce demon beast at all. They quickly stepped on the wall of the cold pool, jumped up, and jumped onto the ground.

Dozens of monks from the eighth and ninth layers of the Qi Refining Period were greatly excited, and they each mobilized their own teams to cast various spells, ignoring that there were still people at the bottom of the pool, and they bombarded the black-horned demon crocodile at the bottom of the pool.

The scale armor of the black-horned demon crocodile was surprisingly strong, and fireballs, water arrows, and wind blades smashed on it, and it didn't even get a seal. It quickly grabbed the rocks of the cold pool wall, and climbed up with a few blows.

The monks hurriedly scattered in all directions, lest they themselves become the target of the black-horned demon crocodile.

The black-horned demon crocodile climbed up and lowered its head, and the black horn on its head shot out an extremely cold mist and sprayed it towards the surrounding monks. Those low-ranking monks who were slow to escape were almost instantly frozen by the clattering ice and became humanoid ice sculptures. Immediately, it was swept away by its furious tail, and the ice sculpture turned into countless blood-colored broken ice.

Of course, the monks would not stand stupidly in the area of being frozen in ice and fleeing from the attack of the cold fog in panic.

Within a hundred feet of the black-horned demon crocodile, there was not a single Qi Refining Stage cultivator standing at the station. It glanced up at the monks standing in the distance, and the huge crocodile seemed to have contempt in its eyes, flicked its black tail, and crawled down the stream on all fours.

Hundreds of monks looked at each other in horror. This guy is too arrogant to take the monks in his eyes at all.

"Kill!"

There was a fierce look in the eyes of the high-ranking monks. Man dies for money, and birds die for food. In order to take down the black horn, they went to the ancient artifact gate, embarked on the immortal path, and fought hard! They sacrificed spells, chased the black horn demon crocodile, and bombarded it again.

As many as nearly a hundred high-level Qi Refining Stage cultivators, chasing the black-horned demon crocodile to attack, trying to kill it.

Ye Qin stood hundreds of feet away from the cold pool with the flame knife, and watched calmly as those high-level monks chased the black-horned demon crocodile, and did not chase after him. Anyway, it was impossible for him to snatch the black horn from the hands of those high-ranking monks, and it was none of his business to hunt the demon crocodile, so he naturally didn't want to go over and join in the fun.

Ye Qin turned his head and stared at the cold pool. This cold pool is his goal, and it is also the reason why he has stayed here for more than ten days.

Like Ye Qin, there were also one or two hundred mid-level fourth- to sixth-level Qi refining stage monks and low-level third-level Qi refining monks. None of them planned to hunt down the black-horned demon crocodile, but set their sights on this cold pool.

There is no demon crocodile at the bottom of the pool, and now it is safe, and it is the best time to take the opportunity to look for spiritual grass at the bottom of the wide pool. And there were no less than a dozen monks who died below, and they had a lot of goods on them.

The middle-level and low-level monks looked at each other at the other monks beside them, their expressions strange. Suddenly, as if they had a soul, they all rushed towards the cold pool and snatched the items at the bottom of the pool.

Ye Qin blessed himself with a vajra cover, mixed it with a flame knife, and carefully watched out for the surrounding monks, fishing in mixed water.

He'd thought about it a long time ago.

There are as many as nearly 200 monks here, some casual cultivators, some family monks, and their origins are extremely complicated, and no one knows whether the other party has a team, how many people there are in the team, and how strong the strength is. Naturally, others didn't know that he was alone and had no team to support. Unless he has a heavy treasure in his hand, others will not easily attack him for no reason. No one will kill them easily until they find them.

Alone in the group of monks, he also has the advantage of being surrounded by his competitors, and there are no opponents, and he has no worries when he makes a move.

It was precisely because of this consideration that he did not hesitate to follow the many monks and rushed towards the cold pool, and jumped into the cold pool.

Under the cold pool of hundreds of feet, a lot of spiritual objects were soon discovered.

"Oh my God, a rare ice spirit stone, such a big chunk! Oops~, who attacked Lao Tzu just now, stand up, Lao Tzu is going to peel off his skin! Don't pretend to be a turtle, who blew my ass with a fireball just now?"

A stout man at the sixth level of the Qi Refining Period, wearing a yellow earth armor body shield, stepped on an ice spirit stone, holding a sword in one hand to dominate the huge ice spirit stone, while holding his ass in the other, roaring angrily at the monk behind him.

Dozens of monks behind him, all pretending to be stupid, turned their heads away, as if they hadn't seen it. No one will point out who set off the fireball. The big man glared angrily, and he didn't dare to start a battle against dozens of monks at the same time, so he could only endure it.

Ice Spirit Stone, Wind Spirit Stone, Thunder Spirit Stone, these are three rare spirit stones, which are extremely rare. The monks of Xianyuan City may not be able to find it if they want to find it. Under this cold pool, there were actually a lot of low-grade ice spirit stones, which caused the monks to rob.

The bottom of the cold pool became more and more popular, and the monks coaxed the spiritual objects while releasing spells on the opponent, sneak attack, and a fierce fire broke out. "Get out!" "Dare to grab the spirit stone with Lao Tzu, go die." ”

Ye Qin tried his best to keep a low profile and not attract attention, his eyes were quick, and he grabbed several small ice spirit stones and put them in his sleeve. But the chaos at the bottom of the pool, the spells flying around, could hit his body at any time, smashing the body shield and shaking, so that he couldn't find the spirit grass at all.

Ye Qin's heart was anxious, and a flash flashed in his heart, and a "evil" thought suddenly appeared.

He quietly hid in a rocky corner at the bottom of the pool, and transplanted a flame thorn shrub in the Purple Mansion that had just borne fruit to the wall of the cold pool. Then a soil escape technique reached dozens of feet away.

"Flame Thorn, oh my God, there is a second-order mutant spirit shrub here, a rare treasure!!A single fruit is worth hundreds of spirit stones. That's what I found, don't rob me. ”

Ye Qin pointed to the flame thorns on the corner, revealing a look of ecstasy, shouting, and rushed towards the bush.

The dozens of monks who were coaxing the spirit grass and spirit stones around were all stunned, turned their heads to look in the direction he pointed, and immediately saw a strange plant growing on the edge of the cold pool. It looks like a wooden thorn, but it shines like a flame. And it also bears a lot of fruit. The fruit of the spirit tree is of extraordinary value.

In this chaotic time, few people had the time to think carefully about why a fire-type shrub appeared under this cold pool. The first reaction of the monks, no matter what kind of spiritual object it was, was to grab it, and then talk about it, don't let others take it first. Suddenly, dozens of figures rushed towards the Flame Thorns.

Ye Qin was secretly happy, rushed halfway, and then turned back violently. Take the opportunity to pick up other spiritual objects around you.

(To be continued)