Chapter 1171 Corpse Grass 13

"Does there be other existences in this place?"

The old man talked to himself, and Yang Chen was also thinking about this issue.

When the three of them were about to check it out, a sudden scream came from the dimness.

"Look, the sign on the map!"

"What? That is to say..."

"The Soul Grass is in front!"

When the three of them heard this, they no longer hesitated and left and ran away.

Not long after walking forward, some signs appeared, buildings that were still flying.

Because according to records, the Soul Grass is in the center of this abandoned palace, owned by a sect ten thousand years ago, but one day, Baiyun Great 6 suddenly started a war, and the sect was directly destroyed. The Soul Grass was preserved, but the people who escaped could not wait until the Soul Grass matured, leaving clues.

The old man suddenly said something while running, which gave Yang Chen a very bad premonition.

"The more souls the corpse grass absorb, the more corpse gas it absorbs, the faster it grows! This is an ancient battlefield. If this corpse grass wants to mature, do you really have to wait for ten thousand years?"

His apprentice said after hearing this, pondered for a moment;

"Not necessarily, because in this ancient battlefield, there are not even a wisp of residual souls or a corpse! Besides, the law of the corpse soul grass being perfected for thousands of years cannot be changed."

Um?

From a distance, a towering tree was rooted there a few miles away in the center.

To be precise, it is not a tree, but a huge existence with only three leaves and tender buds.

The huge dark leaves look weird in this dim environment.

"Soul Grass?"

I can't believe that it is the Soul Grass. Can a grass be that big? There is a brief introduction to the Soul Grass on this map, but it is not said that the Soul Grass is so big.

When a cultivator uses his spiritual sense to explore the Death God Grass, once the spiritual sense enters within five hundred feet of the Corpse-Devouring Soul Grass, it will take effect. A powerful force makes the spiritual sense lose its effect.

"If this is the Soul Grass, how can I take it away?"

Such a huge thing can only be taken away in segments, but once the corpse grass is destroyed, it will be worthless.

It requires a special way of saving.

When they think of this thing, they hope to be promoted to the Nascent Soul. Many people have no time to consider the consequences and cannot be taken away. Even if they eat them raw, they will have to grab them.

If you can't get it, you can't let others get it.

The master and apprentice's eyes were firm, as if they were bound to win against the things.

However, Yang Chen fell into deep thought again. He felt nothing at all when he thought of what he had to think of before.

Looking back on the mass grave, too many things reveal strangeness.

But I can't remember anything without any way.

Just as Yang Chen was thinking, a sudden shock message came from the Taoist seed in his mind, a message of asking for help before the controlled person was about to die.

"Feng Hou, Qingyang Gate?"

This person was left behind when building the foundation. He thought it would be useful in the future, but he didn't expect that he would be killed here. Yang Chen would not choose to save such a person.

But the information in his mind shocked Yang Chen.

There were a large number of demons appearing on the outside, and Feng Hou and several Qingyangmen people had died.

Seeing this news, Yang Chen was sweating and did not check any other information.

"Demons?"

I accidentally muttered to myself and thought about my origin.

Several people next to him heard this voice and looked at Yang Chen in confusion. The master and disciple were also puzzled why Yang Chen suddenly mentioned the demon clan.

"My friend, what are the demons you just mentioned?"

After looking at the old man, Yang Chen wanted to tell them that the demons were surrounding them from the outside. After pondering for a while, they decided to say it;

"Senior, there are a large number of demons in the mass grave. If you fight for this corpse soul grass, it will only be cheaper for the demons!"

This was silent, and many people heard it, but he only received a burst of ridicule;

"Hahahaha, joke, demons, why didn't we show up?"

"Do you want to obtain the Soul Grass by yourself?"

"Yang Chen, there must be a limit to confusing the public!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Silly..."

When the old man heard Yang Chen's words, he kept silent for a long time. He didn't know whether the news was reliable.

"How did you know?"

This old man was very confused. How did Yang Chen know?

This question is not easy to return to, because we cannot say the information from the outside world here, so we said it directly now;

"Young people have their own solutions. As for whether you believe it or not, let it be with you!"

There were not many people here. I thought that even if the 20,000 or 30,000 cultivators entered here, they would not be gathered together. It was only four or five miles away from the Soul Grass. It was very wide in area and was very scattered, so Yang Chen's words did not attract much attention.

And the next moment, what surprised Yang Chen was that the old man suddenly surged and shouted loudly like a bell;

"A large number of demons appeared in the mass grave. Everyone, don't start a conflict over the corpse soul grass!"

Well, everyone knows this time. Yang Chen didn't expect that the old man suddenly made this move, and his apprentice was also shocked.

"Master, you are..."

This will only offend people, but the old man does not care about the truth;

"I have always had a bad premonition. Since Young Master Yang said this, I think it would be fine. I don't want to see the end of these people dying for money and being slaughtered by the demons in the end!"

"But master, that demon..."

Yes, the old man's voice was heard in this ten miles of radius.

But apart from the countless ridicule of this voice, few people believe it.

Because this will only be used as a means of swallowing the soul grass alone.

"mean……"

“Insult…”

"shameless……"

"Idiot..."

Everyone's face was disdainful. Such a method of seeking the Soul Grass is too much of an identity.

Seeing this, the old man stopped talking. He sighed and looked at Yang Chen and turned towards the Soul Grass of the Corpse. He could not avoid the vulgarity. Of course, Yang Chen could not. With this Soul Grass of the Corpse, his overall strength could be greatly improved.

"Wooah..."

A monk was moving forward, suddenly fell to the ground with his head in pain and wailed;

"No...no...I'm wrong, I'm stolen...Woo..."

The next moment, this was the sudden sensation of the breath of the whole body, and he died from the body.

This is too weird.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Many people don’t understand how to move forward, but just took a few steps, suddenly at the same time, many monks also made a strange move.

"Hahahaha, junior sister... I got you, you*, you are arrogant... Isn't the fairy..."

This person suddenly talked nonsense, and the female cultivator behind him changed his expression instantly when he heard this. His senior brother was always polite in front of others, but at this moment, she realized that her heart was so dirty.

"Okay, okay, this path has finally cultivated into the Nascent Soul. Hahahaha..."

A monk laughed madly, his breath was disordered, and he kept urging his power. He thought he was a Nascent Soul monk.

"Ah, Taoist artifacts, I also have Taoist artifacts..."
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