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What appeared in front of Chen Yang was a rather strange situation, in the lush woods, there was a purple mist, the purple mist looked faint, light and abnormal, as if it was a light veil floating in the air, but in fact it was very dignified and did not drift with the wind. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)

Below the purple mist, a clearing of more than 100 acres appeared, most of which did not grow a single inch of grass, but dozens of low plants that were no more than half a foot tall grew sparsely.

At first glance, these plants are not very inconspicuous, with fist-sized flowers growing on the top, much like the begonia flowers in the mortal world, and unlike ordinary begonia flowers, most of these flowers are gorgeous purple, similar to the purple mist that permeates the trees, and the middle ones, the purple is extremely deep, even black and black.

Another special feature is that each of these begonia-shaped plants has only seven leaves.

Seeing this scene, Chen Yang couldn't help but exclaim, and then, a rather strange expression appeared on his face, mixed with a little solemnity and a little doubt in his joy.

Chen Yang hesitated, but did not act rashly, he took out a jade slip, immersed his divine sense in it, and carefully checked the information.

After a while, Chen Yang raised his head and put away the jade slip, his face already calm.

He was not mistaken, the plant in front of him that resembled a begonia flower was what he said earlier, "seven-leaf ink begonia".

Although the elixir of Qiye Mohaitang cannot be said to be extinct in the immortal cultivation world, it is also very rare.

Without it, the growing conditions of this elixir are truly unique.

Other elixirs absorb the aura of heaven and earth and turn it into their own needs, at most the environment in which they grow is special, but the Qiye Mohaitang is completely different, it cannot directly absorb the aura, but is like a parasite, attached to the elixir, and when they enter the maturity period, they will also devour their parasitic elixir.

The elixir that can be used as a parasite by the seven-leaved ink begonia will not be an ordinary elixir, either it is extremely cherished and is an extremely rare variety in the immortal cultivation world, or it has grown for a long time, at least thousands of years old.

However, although the Seven Leaves Mohaitang is also a material for refining pills, its value is far inferior to that of the elixir that was parasitized and devoured by them.

Therefore, if a monk finds a seven-leaf ink begonia parasitic on the elixir, in order to protect the elixir, they will often choose to remove it. In this way, it is understandable that the seven-leaf ink begonia is so rare in the immortal cultivation world.

Looking at the dozens of elixirs swaying in the wind in front of you, you can imagine what precious elixirs once grew here.

Chen Yang shook his head, a rather weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

If other monks encounter this situation, not to mention that they will vomit blood in anger, and they will definitely not feel good in their hearts, they can harvest dozens of rare elixirs, but now they have become seven-leaf ink begonias with greatly reduced value.

Speaking of which, this seven-leaf ink begonia is a kind of elixir that is quite out of the way, and its rhizomes, leaves, and flowers contain a lot of poison, especially the kind of flowers that bloom at the top that resemble begonias, which are extremely poisonous, and it is said that the monks of the late Jindan period accidentally touched it, and they will also be in danger of death.

The darker the color of the seven-leaf ink begonia flowers, the more intense the poisonous xing contained in it, if it is fully mature, its color will turn into pitch black, and the poisonous xing at this time can not even be resisted by the Yuan infant monk.

The pitch-black color of the fully ripe horse chestnut ink begonia is also the origin of its name.

The poisonous xing of the seven-leaf ink begonia is so strong that the elixir refined from them is not something that ordinary monks can bear, and naturally it is not treated well by monks.

However, in Chen Yang's eyes, these seven-leaf ink begonias were priceless treasures, at least their value was much higher than the elixir that was devoured by them.

He obtained a kind of golden pill refining pill in the undersea cave, the Hundred Poison Pill, which can just use this highly poisonous seven-leaf ink begonia as the main raw material.

This kind of poison pill needs to be made with a highly toxic substance as the main raw material, and then add dozens of poisonous substances as auxiliary materials to refine, mix and refine dozens of highly toxic substances, and use the strange poison contained in it to temper the body and improve the strength of **.

As for what kind of material is used as the main raw material for alchemy, there is no limit in the Dan formula, but it is mentioned that the stronger the poison of the main raw material, the better the refining effect of the Hundred Poison Pill. And listed dozens of highly toxic materials that can be used as the main raw materials in the back, although the seven-leaf ink begonia is not the best choice for the hundred poison pill, it is also ranked among the top five.

In the open space in front of me, there are as many as thirty or forty seven-leaved ink begonias, not to mention the long number of years they have grown. The Hundred Poison Pill refined with these seven-leaf ink begonias as the material, the medicine xing will definitely increase by three points out of thin air.

What especially pleased Chen Yang was that several of them were as black as ink, this fully mature seven-leaf ink begonia, and the hundred poison pills that were refined were Chen Yang's successful marriage and entered the ranks of Yuan Infant Stage cultivators, and he was still able to exert a lot of refining effects!

With these Seven Leaf Ink Begonias, at least before the Xuanming True Yang Gong cultivated to the tenth layer, he didn't have to worry about not being able to keep up with the speed of spiritual power refinement in terms of body refining.

Thinking of this section, the fiery color in Chen Yang's eyes became even stronger, and after thinking about it, he took out a wooden box from the storage bag, which was about a foot long, exuding a faint fragrance.

According to the information in the jade slip, the elixir of the seven-leaf ink begonia can not be held by anything, and it needs to be held in a wooden box made of a spirit wood called Huanxiang wood.

Fortunately, although Chen Yang did not expect to find the seven-leaf ink begonia in the ruins, out of preparedness, he was fully prepared when he was on Lanxing Island.

Coming to the purple mist, Chen Yang looked at the purple mist, and suddenly remembered something, and his face changed slightly. With both hands pinching, a layer of red shield immediately protected his whole body.

Although he didn't know what the purple mist in front of him was, the color of the purple mist was so similar to the seven-leaf ink begonia, he couldn't help but have some bad associations, the monks in the later stage of Jindan were all highly poisonous, Rao is his body refining is small, his body is extremely strong, and he doesn't want to try it lightly.

Taking protective measures, Chen Yang carefully walked into the purple mist, and just after walking a few steps, the purple mist nearby was like a spiritual xing, surging towards him one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the red shield was dyed purple.

The sound of "whoosh" sounded loudly, and the red light mask immediately shook and fell!

Chen Yang's face changed greatly, although he expected that the purple mist contained highly poisonous, he didn't expect the poison to be so violent!

He didn't dare to delay, as soon as the spiritual power was mentioned, he continuously injected into the light mask, and under the flash of the light mask, he finally resisted the erosion of the purple mist.

But the depression in Chen Yang's heart did not diminish in the slightest, and he found that even though he had tried his best to convey spiritual power at this time, he only barely had the upper hand in the battle with Purple Mist.

In other words, he had to fight against the purple mist all the time, even if he weakened his spiritual power by three points, so that he couldn't last long in the purple mist, and he had to go out to recover his spiritual power. I don't know how long it will take to finish picking these elixirs.

Chen Yang's brows furrowed slightly, but his footsteps did not stop, and in the blink of an eye, he came to a seven-leaf ink begonia.

He took out a white jade medicine shovel and carefully dug towards the root of the elixir. As soon as the medicine shovel touched the ground, a black spot appeared on the tip of the medicine shovel, and it expanded rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it became a large mass, and the pitch-black color formed a sharp contrast with the white of the medicine shovel, just like a drop of thick ink on the white rice paper.

The black area expanded rapidly, and just before Chen Yang was a little dumbfounded, it was about to spread to the place he was holding.

Chen Yang hurriedly threw the medicine shovel, and with a light sound of the bell, the medicine shovel actually shattered into countless fragments, and became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon disappeared without a trace under the erosion of the poison.

Chen Yang's complexion changed, and he hurriedly looked at his feet, only to see that the boots he was wearing on his feet were also shrouded in a faint black gas, which was intertwined with the blue and red glow of the boots.

He hurriedly injected another stream of spiritual power into his boots, and the blue and red glows were flourishing, isolating the black qi from the outside. However, in this way, he was able to hold out in the purple mist for a shorter time.

Chen Yang's face was a little difficult to look at, and he didn't have time to think of any other way, so he secretly gritted his teeth, took out a knife-shaped magic weapon, separated a wisp of divine sense, and directed the small knife magic weapon to dig towards the root of the elixir.

Soon, a seven-leaved ink begonia was dug up with roots and mud.

Chen Yang reluctantly separated a little spiritual power, condensed into a big red hand, grabbed this spiritual grass, put it into the wooden box, and then hurriedly dispersed the spiritual power big hand, just such a little effort, nearly half of the area of the spiritual power big hand was stained with a faint black gas!

Chen Yang looked at the small knife magic weapon again, its surface also became pitted, and the aura on the knife body was a lot dimmed, obviously quite damaged, but if you don't want to use the magic weapon, you should be able to hold on for a while.

Chen Yang continued to walk towards the next elixir with an expressionless face, controlling the knife magic weapon to circle slightly, and dug into the root of the elixir again......

In this way, every time Chen Yang dug out four or five seven-leaf ink begonias, the spiritual power in his body was a little unable to hold on, and he had to withdraw, holding a middle-grade spirit stone in each hand, replenishing the spiritual power that was lost to Yanzhòng, and the magic weapons in his hands were often completely eroded by the poison, almost no different from scrap iron.

When the spiritual power recovered, Chen Yang would enter the purple mist again, take out a magic weapon again, and dig up the elixir.

In this way, it took several days for Chen Yang to finish picking these dozens of seven-leaf ink begonias, looking at the nearly ten unrecognizable magic weapons at his feet, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, that is, he had killed a lot of monks, and there were many magic weapons on his body, and it was a little difficult to do other people's things.

All the seven-leaf ink begonias were dug up by Chen Yang, and the faint purple mist disappeared, Chen Yang looked at it with nostalgia, and then turned around and left without hesitation, walking towards the top of the mountain. ro！。

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