The essence of rehmannia is a spiritual object of the earth attribute in the spirit level, and it is sealed in the cyan wooden bottle for the juvenile stage, and the monks of the earth spirit root can refine it, with the petrification characteristics of the essence of the rehmannia root, even the essence of the rehmannia in the juvenile stage can turn an ordinary person into a stone.

With the growth of the essence of Rehmannia and the true power of the spiritual objects in the spiritual level, ordinary people will turn into a pinch of sand and gravel if they touch it slightly, even if they are monks of the same cultivation, if they are infected by the essence of Rehmannia Rehmannia, the light ones will lose their mobility, and the heavy ones will turn into stubborn stones.

The essence of the rehmannia in the cyan wooden bottle is precious because it is in the middle grade of the spirit level, but also because it is in the juvenile stage, and it is relatively easy to be refined and subdued by the monks.

Yang Qing was stunned for a moment, and he was secretly happy in his heart. "I actually got this kind of spiritual thing, and I didn't pay much price" Immediately, my heart swelled with loneliness, no matter how magical the essence of rehmannia is, I don't even have a spiritual root, let alone only the earth spirit root can refine the essence of rehmannia.

Squinted at Zhuang Yu, who was gradually recovering his complexion, and sighed with a hint of luck in his expression, compared to being fortunate to have saved a life, sighing that he had wasted such a big price, and he actually made a wedding dress for people.

I was excited in my heart, and I didn't care what Zhuang Yu's mood was, "Even if you can't use it, you can exchange it for spirit stones, which must be worth a lot of money."

The essence of rehmannia can't be used, and he doesn't plan to return it, how can such a spiritual thing be willing to give it up, and he can't help but tighten his clothes, so as not to lose the Sumeru gourd.

The sound of the battle in the outside world of the Lost Soul Swamp was not as fierce as before, Yang Qing listened attentively, and secretly said with a slight relaxation in his heart, "This kind of fighting, the true yuan and physical strength are exerting violently, and with such effort, both sides are already exhausted. ”

Zhong Ru essence contains powerful and incomparable vitality, and with the assistance of the big and small pills, Zhuang Yu's injuries recovered quickly, and he was able to move freely at this time, and he couldn't help but look at the sky with worry and resentment.

The Ecstasy Swamp was shrouded in a rich miasma, and he couldn't see anything with the naked eye, and his divine sense couldn't detect it.

The sound of fighting in the outside world has weakened more and more with the passage of time, and in less than an hour, the sound of fighting has become weak and inaudible.

In such a hot weather, being in the miasma, it is undoubtedly equivalent to being put in the cage drawer of steamed buns for a smothering meal, and the fire is getting hotter and stronger.

Zhuang Yu was able to move at will, his expression was anxious, and he paced repeatedly on this small falling rock.

Yang Qing's excitement about getting the essence of rehmannia had not yet dissipated, and the situation at this time couldn't help but cast a shadow on his heart, slightly depressed, frowning and thinking about how to get out.

Once everyone outside the Lost Soul Swamp knows that the spirit of Rehmannia is on his body, then the side of the Twin Heroes Village will definitely kill him with all their might, in order to snatch the spiritual object. And the attitude of the monks who came with Zhuang Yu was unpredictable.

Zhuang Yu returned safely, and the monks of the Zhuang family were very unlikely to continue to fight in the village, and the possibility of turning around and leaving was the greatest, and it was more likely to turn the spearhead on him.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel cold in my heart, "People's hearts are separated from their stomachs, and they have to be guarded, and they can't bet their lives on them, but they can only seek safety while both parties are weak......"

Zhuang Yu was in a hurry, but he could fly with a weapon, without the protection of the Soul Stone, and he could not leave the Ecstasy Swamp, he looked at Yang Qing with a blank eye, and said with a slight request, "Fellow Daoist, can you give me a ride?"

Obedient to this, Yang Qing had a way to get out of his heart, and after thinking about it carefully, he thought it was very feasible, and the depression in his heart dissipated, and then the idea of blackmailing some spirit stones suddenly appeared, and as soon as he appeared, he couldn't help but startle himself, after experiencing so many things, his honest heart has quietly changed.

At this time, asking for some spirit stones is undoubtedly pulling the monks of the dealer to the opposite, so this idea comes and goes quickly, and he said happily, "You will take me out of a safe place......

After a little discussion, the two decided to reveal their intention to go outside the Ecstasy Swamp first, so that the dealer monk would do his best to stop the people of the Shuangxiong Village. As long as the two of them appear behind the dealer monk, then they will be safe.

Yang Qing had his own thoughts in his heart, and the monk had rapidly consumed his physical strength and true yuan, and it was easier for him to get out.

This is the time not to give outsiders a chance to recover. The faint green light of the Stygian Stone in his hand has been signaled.

There was a commotion in the outside world, and they had noticed this.

Zhuang Yu summoned an earthy yellow long sword, and the two of them stood on it without crowding, and slowly moved, signaling again.

"Boom!"

The sound of the violent impact of the true yuan has already been fought in one place.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of the monks moving quickly outside could be faintly heard.

It was already a battle to grab the land, and the place that the monks had seized was the edge where Yang Qing had entered the Lost Soul Swamp.

"Do you want to go?!" Zhuang Yu asked eagerly.

"Wait!" Yang Qing's expression was solemn, suppressing his pounding heart, and his tone was stiff.

The sound of shouting and killing from the outside world, the sound of the collision of the true element, the sound of the exchange of magic weapons, the sound of screaming and screaming, and the sound of rock cracking gathered together.

"Don't you want to leave yet," Zhuang Yu asked impatiently.

"Wait!" Yang Qing's tone remained unchanged, and he had his own plans in his heart.

"Zhuang Yu, come out!" the middle-aged man's loud voice came, and his voice trembled faintly.

"Wait!" Without waiting for Zhuang Yu to make a move, Yang Qing said bluntly.

Zhuang Yu looked back with a puzzled expression, and when he saw Yang Qing's insistent look, he had to wait anxiously.

The fighting in the outside world was still fierce, and it could be judged from the sound of the killing shouts that the monks were extremely exhausted, and they were at the end of their crossbows.

"Let's go!" Yang Qing snorted coldly.

"Whoosh!"

Zhuang Yu waited for this for a long time, and the earthy yellow long sword carried the two of them out quickly, and the miasma surged, with a faint green light, which was difficult to invade the two of them.

The distance of dozens of zhang is slow when you come, and when you return, it only takes a few breaths.

"Whew!"

The miasma tumbled violently and whistled violently, reaching the edge of the Lost Swamp.

"Gone!"

As soon as the earthy yellow long sword held the two of them out of the Lost Soul Swamp, Yang Qing then snorted, without Zhuang Yu replying, and jumped off the long sword with both feet.

"Peng, Peng"

When the body landed, it popped up again and went straight to the northwest, and the mud and rocks flew over, and the speed was already at the limit, not to check the situation and casualties of the two sides, and only cared about running with a stuffy head.

"Whew!"

The yellow and black tiger stripes covered his body, his solemn eyes turned into demonic red pupils, and his speed skyrocketed again.

Without waiting for the monks to understand the situation, Yang Qing had already run a hundred feet away.

"Whew, whew!"

Trampling on the rocks with his feet, borrowing his strength on the trees, he ran faster than the Purple Mansion Realm monk flew with all his might.

"Stop!"

A few angry shouts came, followed by several shadow imperial weapons chasing after them, all of whom were monks from Shuangxiong Village. And the monk of the dealer, when his expression changed, did not strive to intercept it.

"Whew!"

Five-foot arrows burst through the air.

However, all the cultivators are tired, even Xiong Zhennan is extremely tired, and the speed of the flying weapon and the speed of the arrow are not as good as before.

Yang Qing's heart did not have too many emotions except for violence, and his speed did not decrease, and he flashed flexibly.

Between the mountains and forests, the effect of the arrows was greatly hindered, and they were blocked by rocks before they approached, and several Purple Mansion Realm monks who were pursuing were even left far away.

"It's you!" Xiong Zhenbei's expression was first surprised after seeing the people in the galloping room, and then it became extremely ugly.

The trees and rocks quickly retreated, and no one chased behind them, and there was no sound of fighting. The beast was gradually lifted, the mood returned to normal, and the divine sense probed into the Sumeru gourd, and the heart couldn't help but feel proud, but he didn't dare to relax, strode away and continued to run.

During this period, he took a few spirit fruits, and he ran at full speed for thirty or forty miles before slowing down.

"Whirring ......"

It is better to walk ten miles than to go up a hill, and besides, such a fast run is not suitable for hurrying, Yang Qing couldn't help but panting, this stop, hot sweat used it, and dripped down the chin on the ground.

The whole slightly rough face seemed to be washed by water, and he let go of his divine consciousness and was vigilant in the range of a hundred feet, and his tired eyes scanned the surrounding environment, and the sense of solemnity, uneasiness, and nervousness dissipated, and the whole person couldn't help but relax.

"Haha!" "Haha!" his heart was happy, and he didn't care about who was alive or dead on both sides of the Lost Soul Swamp, turned over his hand and took out a five-inch tall cyan wooden bottle, and put it in his hand to play with.

The cyan wooden bottle is a low-grade magic weapon, specially refined for the essence of rehmannia, without breaking the seal, the blood can know the internal situation, cut the finger, the blood droplets are instantly inhaled, a little concentrating, the situation in the wooden bottle is clear at a glance.

The waxy yellow sediment wriggled slightly, and all the tiny pieces of sand gathered into a single unit, which did not disperse, and had no fixed shape, and if it was poured into an inch-high wine cup, it would only be half filled.

The sediment is sealed, and no matter how you look at it, there is no reaction.

"This is the essence of rehmannia ground?" Yang Qing didn't believe it in his heart, and said with doubts in his heart.

It can be seen that all its sand and gravel seem to form a living thing, and I can't help but believe a little in my heart.

"How many spirit stones can it be worth" Yang Qing said excitedly in his heart, leaving the dangerous place at this time, he dared to really let go of his heart. "It should be worth a few thousand spirit stones"

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little fluttering, which is nothing more than a windfall.

Yang Qing knew very little about spiritual objects, and it was difficult to determine the value of the essence of rehmannia in the juvenile stage, after all, spiritual objects were rare and had no fixed value, and the value would fluctuate greatly according to the needs of the monks.

"You can't get carried away, if it's not the essence of Rehmannia and the middle grade of the spiritual level, then you'll be happy in such an empty space" Yang Qing soothed the excited emotions in his heart.

Zhuang Yu's mouth said that this thing was the essence of the earth-attribute spiritual creature of the spirit level, and the situation at that time could not be deceived at the risk, so it was very likely to be true, but in order to avoid being overjoyed, it was better to prevent it.

"Golden Scale Fruit!"

This thing is genuinely valuable, this is certain, turn over your hand and take it out, put it in the palm of your hand, and the excitement of suppressing it is surging again.

It is quite heavy, crumpled and very tough, and the texture is slightly hard, such as an apple that has been exposed to the sun for three days, and only gold and silver look extraordinary.

"It's not good to stay here, it's better to leave early"

After watching for a while, the sweat on his whole body was dried up, and he was about to continue his journey.

"Let's take a detour," he said helplessly, his expression still hiding his joy.

There were so many monks in the Zhenlong Mountain Range, and they had offended Shuangxiong Village, so Yang Qing planned not to continue to go deep into the Zhenlong Mountain Range, but to cross diagonally and rush to the imperial capital.

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