121 The chaos of war in the cold pond

A cold spirit grass full of cold air was found on the wall of the cold pond, causing commotion and struggle.

"Ah~!"

Before the gray shadow could escape with the black grass, it was struck by more than ten spiritual swords and swords that were hit from all directions. The spiritual grass flew out of his hand, and he screamed and turned into ashes. Then, the remaining people continued to fight and snatch the spiritual grass.

However, although there are hundreds of monks by the Hantan, only a very small number of people are fighting for the cold spirit herb. Only those who intend to join the Qingdan Sect will be interested in the Han Lingcao. Even if they get it, they are just one spiritual herb, which is far from enough to join the Qingdan Sect. Therefore, there are only a dozen cultivators who are extremely eager to take action.

The other monks just watched with their chests, looking like they were watching the show.

The high-level monks at the eighth and nineth levels of Qi Refining Stage did not even take a look at the Cold Spirit Grass. Their target was the black-horned demon crocodile. Only by grabbing the black-horned horn can they become the introductory disciples of the ancient artifact sect steadily.

This chaos caused by the Cold Spirit Grass came quickly and disappeared quickly. A thin old Taoist priest in the sixth-level Qi Refining Stage, with a long sleeve, grabbed the Cold Spirit Grass in one hand, ran away, and ran away in the distance. Three or four cultivators in the fifth-level Qi Refining Stage who participated in the competition, refused to give up, and rushed to chase him quickly. Soon they disappeared together. Everything around the cold pool returned to normal, and it seemed that nothing had happened.

Ye Qin looked at the scene that happened just now. Although he was quite moved, he thought that he might not be able to grab the Han Ling Herb from those cultivators of the same level, and he did not set off to chase after him.

He jumped gently, jumped off the waterfall, landed on the wet mud grass, and slowly walked to the cold pond where many monks were.

The cold pond has been "dig" dozens of feet deep, and it is struck by a slight cold air. The pool water is frozen, and more ice cubes are constantly being pulled away. The cold pond is several acres in a radius and is not bottom-out. There must be more than one cold spirit herb. As it gradually "digs" deeper, perhaps many cold spirit herbs can be found.

He now has a sword in his palm, a flame knife and a large number of flame thorn seeds. He has long attacks and close combat in his hands, and can entangle the enemy. Even if he encounters a master, he still has the ability to save his life. He is not the kind of cannon fodder that dies as soon as the war begins.

This Black Point has been targeted by no less than a few. There are definitely no one with him. But he may be able to get one in the cold pond, such as the Cold Spirit Grass.

With this plan, Ye Qin simply took root at the edge of this cold pond and looked for opportunities.

It took more than ten days for the Hantan to be hollowed out nearly forty or fifty feet deep. From time to time, a few cold spirit herbs, or other rare spirit herbs, were discovered and stolen by monks.

During these ten days, the black-horned demon crocodile occasionally popped up, biting off one or two monks, and then quickly drilled under the pool to hide. And the deeper it digged, the more frequent the demon crocodile appeared, and it became irritable. Just removing the water from the cold pond, the lives of more than ten monks were paid.

"It's almost over. Everyone dig down and dig up the demon crocodile's nest and see where it hides!"

A monk dug up the mud at the bottom of the pond, and the monks suddenly became excited.

But they didn't have time to be excited.

"call!"

A deafening roar of anger, like a beating war drum, echoed between the Grand Canyon. A demon crocodile covered in black scales jumped out of the pool, swept his tail wildly, sweeping off several Qi Refining Cultivators closest to it in the waist. The defensive protective covers on their bodies did not play any role in front of the sharp tail scales as sharp as a blade. The blood instantly dyed the entire cold pool red.

This time, the black-horned demon crocodile no longer hid in the water, but frantically chased and bit the monks in the cold pond.

"The black-horned demon crocodile is coming out~ Mom, run away quickly!"

"Don't block me, get out of here."

The low-level monks screamed and screamed one after another, and fled out of the cold pond without hesitation. Some of them might be able to fight for the second-level and third-level monsters. However, the fourth-level monsters are already at the level of the foundation-building cultivator and are not something that a single Qi Refining cultivator can fight against.

Even if a group of hundreds of Qi Refining Cultivators did not cooperate, they would not be able to take down this fierce monster. They quickly stepped on the wall of the cold pond, jumped up and onto the ground.

Dozens of cultivators at the eighth level and ninth level of Qi Refining were greatly excited. They each mobilized their own teams to cast various magic spells. Regardless of the fact that there were still people at the bottom of the pond, they rushed towards the black-horned demon crocodile at the bottom of the pond.

The black-horned demon crocodile had an amazing defense of scales. It hit fireballs, water arrows, and wind blades, and didn't even get a mark. It quickly grabbed the rocks on the wall of the cold pond and climbed up in a few whirring waves.

The monks rushed around in a hurry to prevent themselves from becoming the target of the black-horned demon crocodile.

The black-horned demon crocodile climbed up and lowered his head. The black horn on his head suddenly shot out an extremely cold mist, spraying towards the monks around him. The low-level monks who escaped were almost frozen on the spot and became human-shaped ice sculptures. Immediately, they were swept by its violent tail, and the ice sculptures turned into countless blood-colored broken ice.

Of course, the monks would not stand stupidly in the range of being frozen and fled from the cold fog attack.

The black-horned demon crocodile was not standing within a hundred feet of the Qi Refining Cultivation Cultivation Centre at once. It looked up at the monks standing far away. The huge crocodile seemed to be full of contempt. It shook its black tail and climbed downstream of the stream without panic.

Hundreds of monks were still in shock and looked at each other. This guy was too arrogant and didn't take the monks seriously.

"kill!"

A fierce look appeared in the eyes of the high-level monks. People died for money, and birds died for food. In order to seize the black horn, they defected to the ancient artifact gate and embarked on the immortal path. They tried their best! They sacrificed their magic, chased the black horned demon crocodile, and bombed them again.

As many as hundreds of high-level Qi Refining Cultivators chased the black-horned demon crocodile and tried to kill it.

Ye Qin stood hundreds of feet away from the cold pond with a flame knife, watching the high-level monks chasing the black-horned demon crocodile, but did not chase after it. Anyway, he could not grab the black-horned horn from the high-level monks. Hunting the demon crocodile was not his business, so he naturally didn't want to go over and join in the fun.

Ye Qin turned his head and stared at the cold pool. This cold pool was his target and the reason why he stayed here for more than ten days.

There were also one or two hundred cultivators from the middle level of Qi Refining Level 4 to sixth level, and low level of Qi Refining Level 3 cultivators. They did not intend to chase the black-horned demon crocodile, but instead placed their targets on this cold pond.

There are no demon crocodile at the bottom of the pond, and now it is safe. It is the best time to take the opportunity to find spiritual grass at the wide pond. Moreover, there are no less than ten monks who died below, and they have a lot of wealth.

The middle and low-level monks looked at the other monks beside them with strange expressions. Suddenly, they seemed to be in tune with each other and rushed towards the cold pond to snatch the items at the bottom of the pond.

Ye Qin blessed a Vajra cover on himself, mingled in it with a flame knife, and was careful to beware of the monks around him and fishing in the water.

He had thought about it long ago.

There are nearly 200 monks here, including casual cultivators and family cultivators. Their origins are extremely complex. No one knows whether the other party has a team, how many people there are, and how strong it is. Naturally, others don’t know that he is alone and has no team support. Unless he holds a treasure in his hand, others will not attack him easily for no reason. No one will easily kill before discovering the spirit.

He had an advantage in mingling among the monks alone - everyone around him was his competitors, without any opponents, and had no worries when taking action.

It was precisely for this reason that he followed the many monks toward the Hantan without hesitation and rushed into the Hantan without hesitation.

Many spiritual objects were soon discovered under the hundred-foot cold pond.

"Oh my God, the rare ice spirit stone is so big! Oh~, who attacked me just now and stood up, I'm going to peel him off! Stop pretending to be a turtle, who used fireballs to blow my ass just now?"

A strong man in the sixth level of Qi Refining Stage had a yellow earth armor body shield, and stepped on an ice spirit stone. He dominated the huge ice spirit stone with a knife in one hand, but held his butt in the other hand, and roared at the monk behind him angrily.

The dozens of monks behind him were all pretending to be stupid, and they put aside their heads and pretended not to see it. No one would point out who was setting the fireball just now. The big man glared at the angrily and did not dare to fight against dozens of monks at the same time, so he could only endure it.

Ice Spirit Stone, Wind Spirit Stone, and Thunder Spirit Stone, these are three rare types of alien spirit stones, which are extremely rare. The monks in Xianyuan City may not be able to find them even if they want to find them. Under this cold pool, there are actually many low-grade ice spirit stones, which have caused the snatch of the monks.

The cold pond was getting more and more popular. While snatching spirit objects, the monks released spells at their opponents and attacked them. A fierce battle broke out. "Get out!" "Dare you dare to grab the spirit stones from me, go to death."

Ye Qin tried his best to keep himself low-key and not attract attention. He was quick in his eyes and hands, and grabbed several small ice spirit stones and put them in his sleeves. However, the chaos at the bottom of the pond and the magic flying around could hit him at any time, shaking the protective cover, making him unable to find the spirit grass at all.

Ye Qin was anxious, and a "evil" thought suddenly arose.

He quietly hid in a corner of a rock at the bottom of the pond and transplanted a flaming thorn bush in the purple mansion that had just borne fruit onto the wall of the cold pond. Then he stumbled dozens of feet away.

"Flame Thorn, my goodness, there is a second-level mutated spiritual shrub here, a rare treasure!! A fruit is worth hundreds of spirit stones. I discovered that, don't snatch it from me."

Ye Qin pointed to the flames and thorns in the corner, showing an ecstatic expression, shouted loudly, and rushed towards the bush.

The surroundings were snatching spirit grass. Dozens of monks who were stolen from the spirit stone were stunned. They turned their heads and looked in the direction he pointed, and immediately saw a strange plant growing beside the cold pond. It looked like a wooden thorn, but it was as dazzling as a flame. Moreover, it also grew a lot of fruits. The fruits of spirit wood are of extraordinary value.

During this chaos, few people had the time to think carefully about why a fire-type shrub appeared under such a cold cold pond. The first reaction of the monks was that no matter what kind of spiritual object it was, they would just grab it and not be taken away by others. Dozens of figures rushed towards the flames and thorns.
Chapter completed!