"We will obey Senior Mo's orders!" the crowd echoed.

In this short period of half a day, a large amount of water in this huge cold pool has been taken away, and the depth has been reduced by dozens of zhang. If this continues, although this cold pool is deep, it is estimated that it will drain up in two hours.

The poisonous sword hidden deep at the bottom of the pond will be found out by the monks sooner or later.

It's no wonder that the monks are so obsessed and crazy. After all, this poisonous Jiao is a third-level demon beast, it is said that it is about to be promoted, and it also has the blood of a dragon, it can be said that this poisonous Jiao is full of treasures, whether it is horns, bones, blood, skin, or the toxins on its body, it is an excellent material for refining!

Yuwen Zhouyuan squatted at the mouth of the waterfall and watched for a long time.

The monks who were busy around the pond suddenly heard an exclamation from the crowd, "Han Jiao Lotus!" A cyan figure flashed, grabbed a white lotus root more than three inches long on the wall of the pool, and then fled quickly.

"If you want to go, you can put down that cold lotus root!" The crowd around Hantan suddenly became chaotic. Many monks excitedly took out their spiritual weapons and chased after the green shadow.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly stood up.

Han Jiao Lotus, which grows in extremely cold waters, is the main medicine for refining the Chilling Heart Pill to prevent the fire from going crazy, and it may happen every time you are promoted, if you have this Chilling Heart Pill, the possibility of successfully advancing will be added to three layers.

"Yuwen Daoyou, isn't it interesting to this cold lotus?" Guo Shifeng said on the side.

Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't answer, but just stared at the bottom of the pool and said, "It's really unwise to be in chaos at this time! That person can't escape!"

As soon as Yuwen Juyuan's words fell, a miserable cry of "Ah!" came.

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

However, although there were nearly 100 monks on the side of the cold pool, only a very small number of people were fighting for the Han Jiao root.

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

Those high-level cultivators of the eighth and ninth layers of the True Qi Stage didn't take a second look at the Han Jiao Lotus at all, their target was the third-level poisonous Jiao, that guy had good refining materials all over his body, this temptation was very great!

This chaos brought about by the cold lotus root came and disappeared quickly. A thin seventh-layer old Taoist priest of the True Qi Period, with a roll of long sleeves, grabbed the cold lotus root, and rushed away, running into the distance.

The three or four monks of the fifth and sixth layers of the True Qi Stage 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.

Yuwen Zhouyuan calmly looked at the scene that had just happened, although he was quite moved, but he didn't want to expose his strength, so he didn't set out to chase after him.

Guo Shifeng seemed to see Yuwen Zhouyuan's interest in Han Jiao Lotus, and he got up and chased after the place where those people disappeared.

Yuwen Juyuan jumped lightly, jumped off the waterfall, landed on the wet muddy grass, and slowly walked 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 Han Jiao Root, as it gradually "digs" deeper, it may be possible to find a lot of Han Jiao Root.

He now has the Psychic Thorn, the Turtle Spirit Shield, the Spirit Breaking Sword, and the low-level spirit knife he just got from the monk surnamed Wu and the remaining dozens of poison cage seeds in his hand, and he has a long attack and close combat, and he 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.

It is estimated that the important objects on this poisonous Jiao's body have already been targeted by the dozen or so high-level cultivators of the True Yuan Stage, and there is definitely no share of him.

But for other things in the interior of Hantan, such as the Han Jiao Lotus Root, he may be able to get one smoothly.

With this plan, Yuwen Zhouyuan simply took root on the edge of this cold pool and looked for an opportunity.

It took two hours. The cold pool was hollowed out again to a depth of nearly twenty or thirty zhang. From time to time, there are a few cold lotus roots. Or other rare spirit grasses have been discovered. He was coaxed and snatched by the monks.

During these two hours, the third-level poison Jiao would occasionally pop up. Tear off one or two monks. Then he quickly hid under the pool. And the deeper you dig into the ground. Poisonous Jiao appeared more and more frequently, and it was even more irritable.

Just removing the water from this cold pool cost the lives of more than a dozen monks.

"It's almost the end, let's dig down, dig into the nest of the poisonous Jiaodi, 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.

"Roar!"

A deafening, angry roar like a beating war drum echoed through the Grand Canyon.

A poisonous Jiao covered in black scale armor suddenly jumped out of the pool, and flicked its tail wildly, sweeping off several True Qi Stage monks who were closest to it. 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 third-level poisonous Jiao did not hide in the water again, but frantically chased and bit the monks in the cold pool.

"The third-level poisonous Jiao is out! My dear mother, run away!"

"Don't get in my way, get out of the way. ”

"Get out of the way, what are you doing in the way of Lao Tzu?"

The low-ranking monks screamed and screamed one after another, and fled out of the cold pool desperately. If you want to talk about first-level and second-level demon beasts, some of them may still be able to fight. However, the third-level demon beast is already at the level of a true Qi stage monk, and it is not something that a single True Qi stage monk can fight against at all.

Although Mo Sanhuan had confessed in advance, these people were a group of rabble after all, and they had long forgotten Mo Sanhuan's confession at this time, fleeing for their lives, and even some people who had enmity with each other actually interacted with each other, and there were also those who fished in troubled waters and killed people to seize treasures.

Even if it was a group of hundreds of True Qi 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.

"Fellow Daoists, quickly form a formation as Mo said earlier!" Mo Sanhuan shouted.

After hearing Mo Sanhuan's words, the panicked crowd quickly calmed down, and then formed a formation by the pond in an orderly manner.

"The east is led by Li Changfu Daoyou, the west is guarded by Zheng Xuanzhen, the south is assisted by Wang Tongdaoyou, and the north is answered by Sun Haifeng, everyone acts in their own responsibility!" Mo Sanhuan was a monk in the late Zhenyuan period of the Tao in the four directions of east, west, north and south.

"Okay, we will follow Mo Daoyou's order!" the four of them said in unison.

Suddenly, under the leadership of Li Changfu, who was dressed in a green robe, the monks in the east cast various spells and blasted towards the third-level poisonous Jiao at the bottom of the pool.

The scale armor of the third-level poisonous Jiao was surprisingly strong, and one after another fireballs, water arrows, and wind blades smashed on it, and there was not even a seal left. It quickly grabbed the rocks of the cold pool wall, and climbed up with a few blows.

The monks led by Li Changfu hurriedly scattered in all directions, lest they become the target of this third-level poison Jiao.

Seeing that Li Changfu and the others were defeated, Zheng Xuanzhen from the west led everyone to raise their hands to play out one spirit rune after another, and set up a defensive net on the way to the third-level poison Jiao.

The castration of the third-level poison Jiao immediately slowed down. The third-level poison Jiao glanced at the defensive net in front of him, lowered his head, and the black horn on his head shot out an extremely cold cold mist, spraying towards those monks who were escaping into the defensive net.

Those low-level monks who fled slowly were almost instantly sealed by the clattering ice, turning into humanoid ice sculptures, and then they were swept away by the tail of the poisonous Jiao, and the ice sculptures turned into countless blood-colored broken ice.

And the nearest defense net was also broken by the poisonous Jiao after a sudden light!

Of course, Zheng Xuanzhen and the other monks who had set up a defensive net would not stand there stupidly and be frozen and flee from the range of the cold fog attack in a panic.

Within a hundred zhang of the third-level poisonous Jiao, there was no monk standing again. It glanced up at the monks standing in the distance, its huge blue eyes seemed full of contempt, flicked its black tail, and crawled down the stream on all fours.

Nearly a hundred monks were stunned and looked at each other, this guy was too arrogant, and he didn't take the monks in his eyes at all.

"Kill!" the king in charge of the assist roared and rushed forward.

Under the leadership of Wang Tong, the southern assist monks he was in charge of also rushed forward with fierce eyes in their eyes.

Here, "people die for money, birds die for food" is really vividly embodied.

In order to combine the blood, flesh, bones, and horns of this poisonous Jiao, in order to increase the chance of immortal path, and in order to be able to walk on the path of cultivation for a long time, they fought hard! They sacrificed spells, chased the third-level poisonous Jiao, and bombarded it again.

Driven by these people, the northern monks led by Sun Haifeng, who was originally the answer, also joined in, and then the monks from the east and the west also joined in.

At this time, the scene was out of control, and Mo Sanhuan was so angry that he stomped his feet again and again!

As many as nearly a hundred True Qi Stage Cultivators and more than a dozen True Yuan Stage Cultivators chased after the Rank 3 Poison Jiao to attack, trying to kill it.

At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan stood hundreds of zhang away from the cold pool with the low-level spirit knife that he had snatched from the monk surnamed Wu, and watched calmly as those monks chased the third-level poison Jiao, and did not chase after him.

Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't want to attract the attention of others, and at the same time, he clearly knew that it was impossible for him to share the resources of the valuable poison Jiao, so he thought that hunting the poison Jiao was none of his business, and he naturally didn't want to go over and join in the fun.

Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his head, his eyes were fixed on the cold pool, this cold pool was his goal, he believed that the things in this cold pool should be no less valuable than the third-level poison Jiao.

Like Yuwen Zhouyuan, there are also one or twenty monks from the fourth to sixth layers of the middle stage of True Qi, and a third-level True Qi monk at the lower level. None of them planned to hunt down the third-level poison Jiao, but set their sights on this cold pool.