Chapter 601

True immortal soul grass, as its name suggests, is a spirit grass growing under the nurturing of true immortal soul or powerful divine soul.

This kind of spirit herb can be added to all kinds of miraculous medicines at will. It only needs a little to make the miraculous medicine reach the level of fairy medicine.

Zhenxianhun grass can also be taken alone. The effect is as strong as outrageous.

However, this kind of fairy grass only exists in the classics left over from ancient times. The spirit world has experienced tens of thousands of years and has not really appeared.

According to the records in ancient books, real immortals are even more powerful than Mahayana friars.

Mahayana is the supreme existence in the spiritual world and is at the top of the pyramid.

However, during the catastrophe, the last three Mahayana friars in the spiritual world disappeared.

No one knows whether to live or die.

The most powerful friar in the three great monastic empires is the friar in the later period of Dujie.

A fit Friar's life is close to ten thousand years. After robbing, friars can easily live for tens of thousands of years.

But at this level, all disputes in the world have no meaning to them, and the only purpose is to pursue the illusory road.

But after more than 100000 years in the spiritual world, what is the road of the great road? No one can explain clearly.

In the ancient times, the understanding of the road of truth cultivation was eternal life, but with the continuous development of truth cultivation, gradually practitioners found that the road of truth does not seem to be as simple as eternal life.

Because immortality does not seem to be a pleasant thing, even more like a punishment.

If so, what is the significance of pursuing immortality? Punish yourself?

Many practitioners are constantly thinking about this problem and have written many books on philosophy of truth.

Among them, the three most famous books are "Da Dao is not eternal life", "Xiuzhen understanding theory" and "are you in a daze after eternal life?"

These three books on philosophy of cultivating truth well explain the confusion of practitioners in the era of great cultivation of truth.

However, it has its own thrust and the pursuit of more powerful strength is still the forward direction desired by the Terran cultivators.

The invasion of the underworld makes this desire a necessity, otherwise not only the individual will die, but also the whole population will be extinct.

It seems a little far away here.

In fact, if true fairy soul grass really exists, it means the existence of true fairy.

At the moment, everyone looked at the colorful grass in the crystal tube in the little old man's hand on the stage.

If it is really a true fairy soul grass, the world outlook of the whole spiritual world will be completely subverted.

Because in the era of great cultivation of truth, it is generally believed that true immortals do not exist, which is just the beautiful imagination of practitioners in ancient times.

"Hum, elder, you're just a fake immortal soul grass. If I'm right, this spirit grass should have grown on some Dujie friar or Mahayana friar who fell down somehow. It's a good thing, but if it's a real immortal soul grass, you're suspected of cheating. You dare to fool around in front of me. What else do you dare not do I did. "

Just below the stage, when the friar craned his neck and looked at the stage, an old voice came.

I can only hear the sound, I can't see the person, and I can't hear where the sound came from.

It seems to ring directly in everyone's sea of knowledge.

This is the voice of Tianfeng's ancestor.

Many monks looked around and tried to see Tianfeng's ancestor, but there was no shadow of Tianfeng's ancestor in the venue.

Standing on the stage, the old man, who was called the elder by Tianfeng's ancestor, turned his small eyes, looked a little embarrassed, and then smiled and said, "Master Tianfeng has good eyesight. I don't dare to cheat. I just haven't finished the introduction. The previous introduction is a little exaggerated. It's just that the real immortal soul grass doesn't exist in the world. It's an ethereal thing. In other words, the spirit grass in my hand is the real immortal soul grass."

The elder had a delicate mind. After being exposed, he rounded his words in a few words. He neither angered Tianfeng's ancestors nor made everyone feel unreasonable.

The elder's full name is Yuanshan shangzun. He is a demon monk in the middle of refining emptiness. His strength is strong or weak. He is a poison expert and a permanent monk of the black prison star.

Although the old man has the ability to practice virtual cultivation, he looks like a bad old man wandering on the street.

But don't look at the old man's appearance. There are not many people who dare to provoke him.

Those powerful forces on the black prison star don't dare to provoke easily, because the old man has no bottom line, can do everything, and never does it openly with you. The trick of pulling eggs behind his back is endless, which makes you defenseless.

Countless monks were killed by the old man.

"Don't worry about haw, elder. Tell me the price quickly." Chi Kuang saw that magic Python seemed to be very interested in the fake immortal soul grass and said impatiently.

"Hey hey, since the Demon Lord is so worried, the old man doesn't sell the key. If you want this fairy grass, you can exchange it with the netherworld King grass. I'm refining a strange poison and urgently need this fairy poisonous grass. Whoever takes it out, I'll exchange it immediately." Yuanshan Zun smiled.

As soon as this word came out, the audience became quiet. The nether King grass didn't say that there was no soul in the black prison star domain.

This is a kind of dark magic grass growing in the depths of the underworld.

It doesn't mean that you can't get this thing, but it's too difficult. I'm afraid the friar of Dujie has a glimmer of hope.

A fit friar like Tianfeng Laozu can't do it.

"I'll trade with you."

Just when the whole venue was quiet, a melancholy voice sounded.

Everyone went with the prestige, and the one who spoke was a strange monk standing next to Chi Kuang.

Chi Kuang smiled. Isn't it for nothing? The nether King grass is very rare for the spirit world. It's more difficult to get it than to ascend to heaven.

But it's different for magic python. He is a ghost demon from the underworld, and his status in Jiuyou country is not low. It's not surprising to have Youming King grass.

"Oh, you have? Take it out and have a look." Yuanshan Zun showed a touch of surprise. Unexpectedly, someone did.

On Luoyuan mountain, Zun's breath was slightly unstable. A pair of small eyes stared at the magic python. He could hardly control his mood to get the ghost King grass.

On Yuanshan mountain, Zun is refining a poison called "killing immortals".

This poison fit friar can't resist. Once poisoned, not only the flesh but also the yuan God will be quickly infected. It takes only more than ten seconds from poisoning to poisoning.

If you can't take the antidote within three minutes, your body will turn into a pool of black water, and the yuan God will be completely destroyed and dissipated.

"Killing immortals" has only appeared twice in the Xiuzhen world for more than 100000 years. Each time it appears, several great powers will fall.

At present, there is no record of survival. The netherworld King grass is not the material for refining the ancient recipe of "killing immortals". It should have been the candle dragon grass. This grass needs to be bred in a cold place for ten thousand years before it can sprout and grow in ten thousand years. The degree of rarity can be imagined.

However, after decades of research, shangzun in Yuanshan found that if Youming King grass was used to replace candle dragon grass, the effect would be better, and the toxicity of "killing immortals" would be about doubled.

Yuanshan Zun is obsessed with refining poison. For him, nothing makes him more ecstatic than refining a strange poison.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the magic Python at the same time. The disguised dark devil in the netherworld was not in a hurry. As soon as he stretched out his hand, a wooden box appeared in his hand and opened it slowly.

A strong miasma emanated from the wooden box.

However, in the blink of an eye, many monks around showed painful expressions, and some could not bear the erosion of miasma.

Zun on Yuanshan mountain was only a few meters away from the magic python, but the little old man was not affected by the strong miasma. He sniffed hard with his nose and enjoyed the smell of miasma on his face.

Zun on Yuanshan has been dealing with poisonous weeds and magic flowers all day. His body has not only adapted to various poisons, but also cultivated a unique evil spirit poison body, which can be said to be invincible.

In the wooden box lay a five inch long brown withered grass. The front end of the grass leaf was very wide, and the leaf pattern on it looked like a ferocious ghost face.

Zun frowned slightly on Yuanshan, "Taoist friend, although the old man hasn't seen the ghost King grass, he has searched many ancient books. According to the above description and some fuzzy pictures, you are not the ghost King grass, but a ghost King grass growing on the death star. The old man doesn't see that it is at least 3000 years old. It can be regarded as a treasure. It is really a good thing. It's just a small Witch compared with the ghost King grass No, it's useless to the old man. "

Magic Python's gloomy face showed a chill. Unexpectedly, the old man had a lot of knowledge and knew what the nether King grass looked like.

"Oh? Really, isn't this the ghost King grass? What a pity." the magic Python pretended not to know and said, and then put the wooden box away.

There was a greedy color in the eyes of the magic python. The smell from the real immortal soul grass in the hands of Zun on Yuanshan was too sweet. Every time the magic Python smelled a breath, the magic Qi in his body would stir once.

It's as if a drug addict put a bag of drugs in front of him when he endured his drug addiction.

The demon Python tried to restrain his impulse. The ghost belongs to the highest group in the underworld, and has long been separated from the most primitive state in the underworld period.

But at this moment, the magic Python has returned to that original state, only because the soul smell from the pseudo immortal soul grass in the hands of Zun on Yuanshan is too attractive.

Such a powerful soul force has never been met by the magic python, and this soul force is a pure soul force without any support.

At least he is also the soul of a robber friar.

By swallowing this powerful soul power, the strength of the magic Python can jump to a great level, from the devil general to the great devil general, and even a trace of it may evolve into the devil king. If so, the fit friar is just a mole ant in front of the magic python.

For a moment, the magic Python was almost unconscious and fell into a crazy state. If the magic idea hadn't attacked the magic pill in time, I'm afraid the magic Python would have rushed onto the stage to kill Zun on Yuanshan.

Magic Python is not afraid of the respect on Yuanshan mountain, nor the monks behind him.

What he is afraid of is the ancestor of Tianfeng who doesn't know where.

No matter how hungry and thirsty, magic Python dare not forget his real purpose of coming to Tianfeng fair today - to kill Tianfeng's ancestors.

Even though magic Python is very uncomfortable at the moment, just like the onset of drug addiction, he doesn't dare to be out of control.

His highness shilokaya, Prince of Yinsi family, is so powerful that the demon Python is also frightened on the black prison star and dare not have a trace of martial rebellion.

Shilokaya is the seventh son of the Lord of Jiuyou state, and the head of Yinsi family is the mother of shilokaya.

Yi himself is a demon king of the underworld, controlling the army of 10 billion underworld ghosts and mastering the vast underworld star domain of the nine Youguo.

Only one look in the eyes of sakaraya is enough to kill the little dark devil minions like magic python.

At the same time, there are ten million ways to make your life worse than death.

Magic Python is really afraid, afraid to die, so no matter how big the temptation can't shake his mind.

Magic Python must wait, waiting for Feilian to finish arranging xiaomitian Jiuyou array.

Once this nether array is started, none of the people in the array will run away.

In order not to disturb Tianfeng's ancestors, Feilian had to slow down, so the layout speed was relatively slow.

More than two hours have passed, and the magic Python has not received the signal of completion of the arrangement.

This is also the reason why magic Python has patiently sat under the stage to watch the exhibits since he entered the high-end venue. Otherwise, he would have done it long ago.

On the other side of the front row, Wu Chanda of the Earl's house looked at the demon Python from time to time. He had never seen this person before. When did the demon sect have such a number one person?

Similarly, Chi Kuang was surprised by the night soul sitting next to Wu Chanda. Before that, Chi Kuang had no idea that there was such a person in the Earl's house.

"Lord night soul, do you want to do it?" the fierce color flashed in Wu Chanda's eyes. He had already seen Chi's situation. The Earl's house has suffered a lot from the demon sect these years. However, the strength of the Earl's house is not enough to crush each other, so Wu Chanda has been holding this tone.

Now, with the support of the dark night behind him, he can finally vent his voice.

Wu Chan Da narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Chi Kuang. He said, hum, Chi Kuang, your demon sect should not move the dark night killer. The dark night is not something you can provoke. It spans the three great cultivation empires and spreads all over every corner of the spirit world. Who else except the dark night?

"Don't worry, there is another colleague on the way. With him, our confidence will increase several times. The man around Chi Kuang is very strange, and I can't see through." night soul supported an invisible shield around his body to completely block his voice, which only Chi Kuang can hear.

"Lord night soul, I don't know what star killer you're talking about?" Wu cicada asked curiously.

"Five stars."

"Hiss, five stars! Isn't that higher than the star of Lord night soul?" the black cicada took a breath.

"What's strange about being taller than me? There are many killers who are higher than me in the dark night. There are 800 killers without a thousand. The four-star killers are nothing great. They are just a middle layer in the dark night." the night soul looked at Wu cicada with a strange look.