Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 40: Single Cells and the Peak of Life
The Forbidden Forest is indeed an excellent place to hone one's skills, far better than practicing with mechanical corpse puppets.
They watched as Wang Chen skillfully made sword moves and thrust out with his sword. With a "bang", a poisonous lizard at the fifth level of Qi Condensation was pierced into pieces, turning it into bright red shards of ice.
Xiang Qingliu, who was following closely behind him, was so surprised that he couldn't express it in words.
At first he was just amazed at the power of Wang Chen, but in a short time, he watched Wang Chen, at an extremely fast speed, transform an obviously unfamiliar ice spell into a frosty sword that exuded a breathtaking chill.
" Is this level of comprehension still that of a casual cultivator?" Xiang Qingliu judged that Wang Chen's current strength was not much inferior to that of the casual cultivators who could fly in the air.
In his mind, the independent cultivators who were able to fight above their level were equated with the sect cultivators of the same level.
"Brother Houdao is truly a talented person. I wonder why you don't join a sect to practice?" Xiang Qingliu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to express his doubts. Suddenly, a deep look of joy flashed in his eyes.
"It's a magical herb!" he exclaimed.
The Qinggang Sword floated beside him, and Wang Chen looked at it from afar through the crisscrossing trees.
There was fog floating close to the ground, making it difficult to see the terrain. However, in the distance, under a big tree that three people could hug, there were countless intertwined tree roots, with a faint mound of earth protruding in between. When Wang Chen looked closely again, he saw something that was swaying slightly as if it had life, and slowly poked its head out, and suddenly a strong spiritual energy emanated from it.
Wang Chen and Xiao Yao were both stunned, but they only saw something that was exposed from the soil, with red flowers and green leaves, and half of its body was exposed from the soil, and it was as crystal clear as jade.
Circles of spiritual patterns flow slowly on it, emitting a magical light.
"Nine... nine spiritual patterns?!" Xiaoyao's eyes suddenly widened and turned into a wisp of green smoke and floated away.
"Wang Chen, come quickly." She said hurriedly. "We sent it."
In the world of cultivation, an object with one spiritual pattern can be called a spiritual object, three spiritual patterns can be called a treasure, and an object with nine spiritual patterns can be said to be unheard of and can only be called a divine object.
"The last time I saw this spiritual herb, it was still a hundred feet away. I didn't expect it to move." Xiang Qingliu's eyes showed excitement, and he tried his best to keep his tone calm and not tremble.
At first, he only caught a glimpse and was frightened away by the dangers lurking all around. Today, with the help of Wang Chen's power, he finally had the opportunity to observe up close the spiritual object of heaven and earth that he was worried about and dared not forget. However, he did not expect that it was actually the legendary moving spiritual herb.
For ordinary practitioners, spiritual herbs that can move autonomously only exist in legends, such as the thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng that can burrow underground when encountering danger, and the seven-orifice fruit that disappears when it falls to the ground after it matures.
After countless years of being nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, these spiritual creatures have developed simple intelligence. There are even legends that some magical medicines can cultivate them into human form and give them extraordinary magical powers.
With Xiang Qingliu's knowledge, he is unable to infer from the current information what kind of elixir this is, but one thing is certain, this elixir can cleanse the bones and muscles, it is miraculous and its value is even better than the Dao fruits below the ninth level.
“We were lucky.”
Xiang Qingliu is an extremely introverted person, but at this moment, it is difficult for him to suppress the excitement in his tone.
That is the Nine-Pattern Spiritual Herb, worth hundreds of millions of spirit stones!
"Thanks, Brother Houdao." Turning his head, he tried to find Wang Chen's equally excited eyes.
However, what responded to him was a gleaming green dagger hanging high above his forehead.
He was very familiar with this sword light. It was the sword light that had been waved before his eyes countless times. It condensed into a deep blue ice sword, escorting the two of them all the way to this place.
He once envied the power of the sword light, but at this moment, he only felt a chill on his forehead, just like his heart.
"Sure enough...it's the second time."
The cold sword light was like a basin of cold water poured from head to toe. The excitement subsided instantly and Xiang Qingliu suddenly smiled.
A plant of four-striped frost grass caused his good brother, with whom he had risked his life to search for a glimmer of opportunity in the world of cultivation, to stab him in the back.
I have only known Wang Houdao for three hours. Why should I believe that he would not explode his head for a Nine-Pattern Spiritual Herb?
Inexplicably, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and he was also thinking, if he and Wang Chen switched positions, in this cooperation with a huge disparity in strength and no suspense of fighting, all changes can only rely on the goodness in human nature. I am afraid that even he cannot resist the great temptation of the Nine-Pattern Spiritual Grass.
Xiang Qingliu smiled, stared into Wang Chen's eyes, and watched him walk forward step by step.
He was very calm, and he felt that Wang Chen was also very calm.
"This kind of person, if he has no regrets, would kill people as often as he eats and drinks, and his heart would have no more emotions."
"Don't blame anyone. If you have to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for being blind."
A huge force came from the abdomen, as if being hit hard by an extremely powerful horned bull in the Forbidden Forest, but without the severe pain of a severe blow to the abdomen as imagined.
Xiang Qingliu's body was out of control and flew backwards like a thrown stone.
At the same time, above the sky, an ice crystal lotus sparkling with colorful light in the sun slowly fell from the sky.
Xiang Qingliu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he watched the ice lotus fall to the ground, as if being sent back to the calm water surface by a gentle breeze.
Afterwards, a pure, snow-white, extreme cold force that seemed not to be stained by a speck of dust burst out from where the lotus had landed, and it rolled over the surroundings with a bang. The cold current it raised made a breathtaking roar, like a tornado or hurricane, and wherever it passed, there were deadly and beautiful six-petal snowflakes, like the terrifying roar of the god of extreme cold who reaped lives.
Those who were not affected at the first time ran madly towards Qingliu instinctively. The extremely cold ice explosion behind him raised huge white waves like a tsunami.
As he ran, he kept looking back. Through the rumbling blizzard, he saw a figure standing calmly in the extreme cold in the center of the blizzard.
Xiang Qingliu felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He ran for his life, but he couldn't stop his tears, which flowed down along with his snot.
One after another, huge trees were frozen by the extreme cold and turned into beautiful sculptures.
A tusked boar eating mushrooms.
Standing on a bush, it bent down a ladybug as big as a fist on the branch.
A giant toad is entangled in a centipede's slender body and is fighting...
With the spot where the ice lotus fell as the center, all things within a radius of hundreds of meters condensed instantly, turning into a silver-clad, extremely beautiful and extremely cold picture that exuded the aura of death.
Wang Chen's breathing was a little heavy, and the breath he exhaled turned into a wisp of white smoke rising in the air.
Most of his body was frozen, like an ice man.
Without much hesitation, he watched as the jungle welcomed the bright sunlight reflected by the white ice crystals, which embellished the tips of branches and leaves, making it gorgeous and dazzling.
I also saw a well-proportioned figure descending from the sky in the colorful light, riding an ice crystal phoenix, with his hands behind his back and his long flowing hair dancing in the light.
“A bit pretentious.” Wang Chen was a little disdainful, and looked inexplicably at the Nine-Pattern Spiritual Grass in the distance that was also frozen into an ice crystal bulge. A line of words appeared in front of him.
"The Mandrake root is an extremely sinister half-demon spiritual herb with a human-shaped body. It is good at disguising itself as a rare spiritual medicine or treasure, attracting people or animals to pull it up, thus inducing it to let out a terrifying scream. Those who hear it will either die or go crazy, and eventually turn into nutrients for the Mandrake root. Chance strength: small."
"Fuck Xiang Qingliu, you're a fool. Only you would think you've found a treasure when this Nine-Pattern Spiritual Herb dangles in front of you."
Wang Chen was too weak to complain. In fact, he didn't hate Xiang Qingliu in his heart.
His spiritual sense was much stronger than Xiang Qingliu's, and he had already sensed a powerful spiritual sense constantly scanning him.
Then, a bone-chilling spiritual sense locked onto him.
How powerful must I be if my spiritual sense alone can make me feel the cold?
Since the target is me, the outcome will not change whether I choose to find this spiritual herb or not.
Why drag it into the clear stream?
The ice crystal phoenix turned into an extremely cold air and dissipated instantly. Murong Xumu lowered his head, allowing his perfect face to be revealed to the greatest extent.
A sneer of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"The one who killed you, Murong Xumu, this was the peak of your life, don't forget it even when you die."
