Everyone continued to move forward, Kang Suian and others were still wary of Qingzhou's attitude, but Yu Yihong had a very happy conversation with Qingzhou, and tried many times in his words, wanting to find out the origin of Qingzhou. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qing Zhou knew that this person had an extraordinary background, and he could mix well in casual cultivation, and his superb formation cultivation was an elite disciple who could not lose a course, and he must have a background, so he talked with him many times in words, and also wanted to know the identity of the other party.

So the two exchanged words, and along with the journey, in the blink of an eye they came to a high mountain, this peak was not emerald green, but blood-red, and if you looked closely, it turned out to be overgrown with blood-red grass.

"This is the blood grass, the fruit is in the shape of a bird's head, and the whole body is as red as blood, and it is one of the main medicines for refining Zhuji Dan. ”

Kang Sui'an was extremely excited when he saw the blood-red grass all over the mountain, and it was obvious that the medicinal materials of Zhuji Dan also had a great effect on him.

"However, the fruit of the Bloody Grass is buried deep in the ground and will wander around over time, making it difficult to find, and the only way to find it is to find the taproot and then follow the taproot to find the Bloody Grass Fruit. ”

There is a huge mountain, overgrown with blood weed, but if you really want to find it, even if you turn over the whole mountain, it is difficult to find a few, because the blood grass fruit can burrow into the soil to escape, and the roots are fragile, it is good to have roots to lead, if the roots are broken, you will not be able to find the blood grass fruit at all.

The scattered cultivators immediately divided into several people and began to go up the mountain to dig the soil, and suddenly the blood-red carpet-like grass was entangled, a large piece of blood grass was turned over, and the roots were basked by the sun, and this piece of blood grass was useless.

Originally, if a disciple of the Iron Art Sect came to pick the blood scarlet fruit, he would definitely use a special nephrite shovel to gently pluck the grass roots, and then find out the taproot whiskers holding the blood scarlet fruit, but this speed is slow and the cost is also high, after all, nephrite shovels are expensive, and only the sect can afford to use them.

These casual cultivators are all holding the mentality of grabbing a handful and leaving, naturally they will not care about whether the blood grass can survive, often a shovel goes down, that is, a large piece of blood grass will die, after this time, at least half of the blood grass on the mountain will die.

"I found one. ”

A sanxiu shouted excitedly, and then held a blood-red earthworm, which was the taproot of the blood grass, only to see that he was holding the taproot in one hand, and the other hand was constantly digging the soil, slowly going deep into the ground, and the roots of the blood grass were also exposed more and more.

The dirt was swept away, and suddenly a fist-sized blood-red bird's head was revealed, and Sanxiu was surprised and shouted, "I dug one out." ”

Unable to make this call for joy and sorrow, Sanxiu exerted force on his hand, and the taproot in his hand was suddenly broken, and the bird's head suddenly sank into the soil, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Unwillingly, the Divine Consciousness immediately went deep into the ground, forming a huge net to collect the whereabouts of the Blood Grass Fruit, but unexpectedly, the speed of the Blood Grass Fruit was extremely fast, and it disappeared after a few flashes in the Divine Consciousness Net.

Sanxiu was not reconciled, so he suddenly took out a steel wheel and threw it at the ground, the steel wheel spun rapidly, and the ground was punched into a big pit, but the blood grass fruit disappeared after all.

"If you don't see it, don't break the taproot. Kang Suian said, and when the other loose cultivators saw it, they immediately took it as a warning, and the movements of their hands became gentle.

"Li Qing Daoyou, do you want to go up and try your hand?" Yu Yihong said with a smile.

"That's exactly what I mean. Qing Zhou nodded, he was missing this Medicinal Blood Herb Fruit in his hand.

The seven major sects jointly refine the Zhuji Dan, and the requirements for the disciples of the sect to exchange the elixir for the Zhuji Dan are extremely strict, and only ten medicinal materials can be exchanged for one Zhuji Dan, which is officially explained that there is a loss in the refining process of the Zhuji Dan, and the alchemist cannot have a 100% success rate.

Therefore, if Qingzhou wanted to obtain a copy of the Tsukidan, he had to gather enough ten copies of all the medicinal materials on the list in the jade slip, and none of them could be missing.

Although there was a lot of harvest in the Ulva Island Qingzhou, the remaining medicinal materials had not yet landed, and the Blood Grass Fruit was one of them.

At this moment, on the blood-red mountain, the monks are all over the mountain, regardless of their image, they bury their heads in the soil like old farmers, dig up the blood grass fruit, and dig the mountain peak full of holes.

"I got it. A sanxiu stood up excitedly, holding a blood-red bird's head in his hand, as if it were a blood-red grass fruit.

With such a ready-made example, the speed of other scattered cultivation was even faster, after all, there were only so many blood grass fruits on the mountain, and others had caught them early, so they would have no share of their own.

Seeing that there was almost no place to stay on the mountain, Ilzhou frowned slightly, and then found a large pit that had been dug, slowly stretched out his divine sense, seeped into the soil, and drilled into the ground.

The underground situation is complicated, and the scattered cultivators have scattered their divine senses, wanting to capture the traces of the Blood Grass Fruit, but unfortunately, the Blood Grass Fruit burrows into the soil so fast that the Divine Consciousness can't catch it at all.

Qingzhou spread his divine consciousness into a large net and slowly scattered it on the ground, during which it was triggered several times, it was a blood grass fruit that was wandering around, flashing within the scope of divine consciousness, but unfortunately the speed was too fast, although the divine consciousness touched it, it was too late to catch it.

The loose cultivators on the mountain found the blood grass fruit one after another, but few of them succeeded, because the taproot is fragile and will break with a little effort, and the blood grass fruit can naturally escape, as long as the root is a section, it can no longer be caught.

"The divine consciousness can form a net, but it can't catch the blood grass fruit, if the divine sense can block the blood grass fruit, it will be fine, but unless you advance to build a foundation and evolve your divine consciousness into an innate divine consciousness, it is impossible to use it to capture spiritual objects. ”

Qing Zhou tried several times, but he could only catch the shadow of the Blood Grass Fruit, so he simply stopped and sat aside to think.

"Net, that's right. ”

Qingzhou was excited, thought of something, and took out a large white silk net from his arms, which was the silk net of the silkworm moth.

The silk mesh of the silkworm moth is magical, it can block swords, avoid water and fire, not only can trap monks, but also is invincible when used to catch spirits.

The wire mesh was infused with mana, stretching out hundreds of white silk threads, which drilled into the soil, inch by inch, through the tangled grass roots of the bloody grass underground, and then slowly went deep into the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the white wire mesh in Qing Zhou's hand disappeared without a trace, and it had all submerged into the ground, and then Qing Zhou's divine consciousness followed closely behind, attaching to every inch of the wire net, laying a large net with a circle of several hundred meters above the ground.

The net has been cast, Qing Zhou waited patiently, his divine consciousness hibernated in the ground, waiting for the appearance of the Blood Grass Fruit, he knew that a good hunter, the last thing he lacked was patience.

Qingzhou's strange behavior attracted the attention of the other casual cultivators, and the casual cultivators felt a little funny when they saw that Qingzhou did not dig the soil to find the taproot of the blood grass and was in a daze at the empty pit.

"Li Qing Daoyou, the soil there has been turned over three times, and you can't find a single hair, so don't be in a daze. ”

"Fellow Daoist, there is no place on the mountain, you better go down and rest. ”

"The Blood Grass Fruit can't be burned with fire. ”

Qing Zhou listened to all kinds of persuasion in his ears, just smiled but did not refute, each of the ten fingers bundled a white silk, the silk drilled into the soil and stretched straight, and suddenly the ten white silks trembled at the same time.

"There were. Qingzhou's ten fingers moved, and the mana began to enter the silk mesh, and the ground began to stir.

In the ground, out of reach, the wire mesh cut through the dirt and began to retract violently, and in just a few breaths, the wire mesh shrank from a radius of several hundred meters to the size of a fist.

"From. ”

Ilha exhaled, his hands lifted suddenly, a large ball of dirt burst open, and the white wire mesh that was bound into a ball broke through the soil, and large pieces of dirt continued to fall, and a red bird's head was still swimming in vain inside the wire net.

"The first one. ”

Qingzhou patted away the soil, looked at the blood grass fruit, and found that the bird's head was lifelike, the skin was blood-red and smooth, without a trace of variegation, and on the top of the bird's head, there was also a half-cut blood earthworm-like taproot.