The real fairy grass, as the name suggests, is the grass that grows under the care of the true fairy soul or the mighty spirit.

This kind of spirit grass can be arbitrarily added to various elixir, and only one point is needed to make the elixir reach the level of the elixir.

The real fairy grass can also be taken alone, the effect is as strong as outrageous.

However, this kind of fairy grass only exists in the classics left by the ancients. The spiritual world has experienced tens of thousands of years and has not really appeared.

According to the records in the ancient books, the true immortal is a true immortal who is even more powerful than the Mahayana monks.

Mahayana is the supreme being in the spiritual world, at the top of the pyramid.

However, among the catastrophe, the last three Mahayana monks in the spiritual world disappeared.

No one knows whether life or death.

The most powerful monk in the three major empire is the late monk.

The life of a fit monk is close to 10,000 years, and the monk can easily live for tens of thousands of years.

It is only at this level that all disputes in the world have no meaning for them. The only purpose is to pursue the road of illusory avenues.

But the spiritual world has gone through more than 100,000 years. What is the road to the road? No one explained it clearly.

In the ancient realm of comprehension, the understanding of the road to the avenue is eternal life, but as the cultivation of the cult is progressing, the gradual comprehension finds that the road of avenues is not as simple as eternal life.

Because eternal life does not seem to be a pleasant thing, it is even more like a punishment.

If so, what is the significance of pursuing eternal life? Punish yourself?

Many meditators are constantly thinking about this problem, and there are many books on comprehension philosophy.

Among the three most famous ones, "The Avenue is not eternal life", "Comprehension of Comprehension", "After eternal life, daze?" 》

These three books on comprehension philosophy are a good example of the mystery of the comprehension.

However, in the midst of self-sufficiency, the pursuit of more powerful strength is still the direction that the Terran practitioners are eager for.

The invasion of the meditation domain makes this craving a necessity. Otherwise, not only the individual will die, but the entire population will be extinct.

It seems a bit far from here.

In fact, if the true fairy grass really exists, it means the existence of true fairy.

At this moment, everyone looked at the colorful grass in the crystal tube in the hands of the little old man on the stage.

If that is really a true fairy, the worldview of the entire spiritual world will be completely subverted.

Because in the era of the great revision, it is generally believed that the true immortal does not exist, it is only the beautiful imagination of the comprehension of the ancient times.

"Hey, Yuan Laoer, you are just a fake true fairy grass. If the old man is not mistaken, this kind of grass should be grown on a monk or a monk who has somehow fallen. It’s a good thing, but it’s a real fairy grass. You can be cheated by the old man. In the face of the old man, you dare to flicker. What else is that you are afraid to sit down.”

Just as the monk stretched his neck and looked at the stage, an old voice came.

I only heard the sound, I couldn’t see anyone, and I couldn’t hear where the sound came from.

It seems to sound directly in the sea of ​​everyone's knowledge.

This is the voice of Tianfeng's ancestors.

Many monks looked around and tried to see the glory of Tianfeng's ancestors, but there was only the shadow of Tianfeng's ancestors in the venue.

Standing on the stage, the old man who was called the old man by Tianfeng’s ancestors turned a little eye, and his expression looked awkward. Then he smiled and said, “Tianfeng’s predecessors have good eyesight, and the younger generation can’t dare to have any fraudulent words. It’s just not finished yet. The introduction in the previous section is a bit exaggerated. It’s just that this fairy **** does not exist in the world. It’s nothing. In other words, the young grass in the hands of the younger generation is the real fairy. Soul grass."

Yuan Laoer’s thoughts were exquisite. After being dismantled, the words were rounded up in a few words, neither angering Tianfeng’s ancestors nor making everyone feel strong.

Yuan Laoer’s full name is on the Yuanshan Mountain. It is a middle-aged magic repair. The strength is strong and weak. It is weak and weak. It is a poison master and a black prisoner resident monk.

Although the old man has a revival, it looks just like the old man who wanders around the street.

But don't look at the appearance of Yuan Laoer, who is a slinger, and there are not many people who dare to provoke him.

The powerful forces on the black prison star don't dare to provoke easily, because the old man has no bottom line, everything is done, and he never does it with you. The tricks behind him are endless, so that you can't prevent it.

There are countless monks who have died by this old man.

"The old man does not grind, and quickly talk about the price." I can see that the konjac seems to be very interested in this pseudo-natural fairy grass, impatient.

"Hey, since the Lord of the Lord is so anxious, the old man does not sell off. If you want this grass, you will exchange the King of the Nether. The old man is refining a kind of poisonous, and he urgently needs this kind of venomous poisonous grass. Who can take it? Come out and exchange the old man." Yuanshan on the statue smiled.

When this is the case, the stage is quiet, and the King of the Nether does not say that the entire spiritual world of the Black Prison has not.

This is a kind of secluded magic grass that grows deep in the meditation.

This thing is not to say that it must not be done, but it is too difficult. I am afraid that there will be such a glimmer of hope for the monks.

A fit monk like Tianfeng’s ancestors could not do it.

"I am changing with you."

Just as the entire venue was quiet, a melancholy voice sounded.

Everyone looked at the sound and spoke of a strange monk standing beside him.

A little smile, this is not a white gift, the King of the Nether is naturally very rare for the spiritual world, it is harder to get a hand than to climb the sky.

But it is not the same for the konjac. He is the demon from the meditation domain. It is not low in the status of the nine secluded countries. It is not surprising that there is a ghost king grass.

"Oh, do you have it? Take it out." On the mountain, the statue was amazed, and I didn't expect anyone to have it.

The words on the Luoyuan Mountain are slightly less stable, and a pair of small eyes stare at the konjac. The mood to get the Nether King is almost uncontrollable.

Yuanshan is refining a poison called 弑弑仙.

This poisonous combination of monks can not resist, once poisoned, not only the flesh, the gods will be quickly infected, from poisoning to poisonous hair, only a short ten seconds.

If you can't take the antidote within three minutes, the body will turn into a pool of black water, and the gods will be completely destroyed and the smoke will disappear.

‘弑仙’ has only appeared twice in the world of comprehension for more than 100,000 years. Every time it appears, it will make several powers fall.

At present, there is no record of the birth of Nether King, but it is not the material of the refining of the ancients of 'Zhu Xian'. It should have been the candle dragon grass. The second grass needs to be in the chilly land. It is possible to bud and grow buds for 10,000 years. Older, the rarity can be imagined.

However, after decades of research, Yuanshan Zun has found that if you replace the candle dragon grass with Nether King grass, the effect will be better, and the toxicity of ‘弑仙’ will be doubled.

On Yuanshan, he was so fascinated by the refining of poison. For him, nothing is more ecstatic than refining the strange poison.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the konjac at the same time. The disguised sinister sorcerer was not in a hurry, his hand stretched out, and a wooden box appeared in his hand and slowly opened.

A thick suffocating scent emanates from the wooden box.

However, in the blink of an eye, many monks around showed painful expressions, and some could not withstand the erosion of hernia.

Yuanshan Shangzun is only a few meters away from the konjac. The little old man is not affected by the strong suffocation. The nose is still sniffing, and the face is enjoying the smell of suffocation.

On the mountain, Zunshan respects the day with the poisonous grass magic flower. The body has not only adapted to various toxicities, but also cultivated a unique demon poison body, which can be described as a hundred poisons.

There is a five-inch long brown hay lying in the wooden box. The front of the blade is very wide, and the leaf on the top is like a grimace.

On the Yuanshan, the brows are slightly wrinkled. "Daoyou, although the old man has not seen the Nether King, but has searched for many ancient books. According to the above description and some blurred pictures, you are not a ghost king grass, but A ghost king grass growing on the top of the dead star, the old man did not see that there are at least three thousand years, but it is also a treasure, it is really a good thing, just compared with the ghost king grass, then the little witch sees it, this thing to the old man No use."

The konjac gloomy face showed a chill, I did not expect this old man to know a lot, actually know what the Nether King grass looks like.

"Oh? Is it, isn't this the King of the Nether? It's a pity." The konjac pretended to say a word, and the wooden box was collected.

In the eyes of the konjac, a greedy color is shot. The taste of the real fairy on the grass in the hands of Yuanshan is too sweet. The konjac will scream for every smell of the body.

As if the addict had endured drug addiction, there was a bag of drugs in front of him.

The konjac strongly restrained the impulse, and the genie belongs to the highest group in the meditation domain, and has long since departed from the most primitive state of the genius.

But at this moment, the konjac has returned to the original state, only because the soul of the pseudo-genuine grass on the Yuanshan statue is too tempting.

Such a powerful soul force, the konjac has never been seen, and this soul power is the pure soul of no ignorance without any support.

At least one of the souls of the monks who crossed the robbers.

Swallow this powerful soul, the power of the konjac can jump to a big realm, from the devil will be promoted to the big devil, and even a trace may evolve into a demon, if so, the fit monk is just a konjac in front of the konjac The ants are gone.

For a moment, the konjac almost lost consciousness and fell into a state of madness. If it wasn’t for the magical thoughts to attack the magic dan in time, I was afraid that the konjac had already rushed to the stage to kill him on the mountain.

The konjac is not a jealousy on the mountain, and it is not a monk behind him.

He is jealous of the Tianfeng ancestors who do not know where.

No matter how hungry or thirsty, the konjac dare not forget the true purpose of coming to the Tianfeng Fair today--killing Tianfeng ancestors.

Even if the konjac is extremely uncomfortable at this moment, it is usually a drug addiction attack, and he does not dare to chaos.

The horror of the princes of the Yinsi princes was too strong, so that the konjac was frightened by the black prisoner, and did not dare to have a violent rebellion.

The release of Luo Jiaye is the seventh son of the Nine State of the Nation, and the patriarch of the Yin family is the mother of the Buddha.

He himself is a demon king, controlling the army of tens of billions of ghosts, and mastering the vast territory of the nine secluded country.

The release of Roga leaves only needs one eye, which is enough to kill the scorpion like the konjac.

At the same time, there are ten million ways to make you die.

The konjac is really afraid, afraid of death, so the big temptation can not shake his mind.

The konjac must wait, waiting for the Feilian three to arrange the small hustle and bustle.

Once this set is launched, everyone in this array will not want to run away.

In order not to disturb Tianfeng's ancestors, the Feilian three people had to slow down, so the layout speed was relatively slow.

It has been more than two hours, and the konjac has not yet received the signal that the arrangement is complete.

This is also the reason for entering the high-end venue to now the konjac patiently sitting under the stage to watch the exhibits, otherwise it will have already started ~lightnovelpub.net~ the other side of the front row, the Earl of the House, Uganda, from time to time, look at the konjac, this He has never seen a person. When did the Mozong have such a number?

The same situation is also strange to the night soul sitting next to Wu Da Da, before this situation is completely unknown that the Earl House has such a person.

"The soul of the night, do you want to do it?" Uganda’s eyes flashed in the hot colors. He had long been stunned. In these years, Earl’s House had suffered a lot of the sufferings of the Mozong. The strength is not enough to crush the other side, so Uganda has been holding on to this tone.

Now I can get support from the dark night behind my power, and I can finally let this breath out.

Uganda’s eyes are slightly stunned, and a glance at the situation, heart, sorrow, and ambiguity, you should not be able to kill the night killer, the night is not what you can provoke, across the three major Comprehension empire, all over the corner of the spiritual world, who else besides the dark night?

"No hurry, there is a colleague on the way to come, there is him, our grasp will increase several times, the person around me is very weird, I can't see it." The invisible shield of the stock completely blocked his voice, and only the situation could be heard.

"The soul of the night, you said that this colleague does not know what star killer?" Wu Qida asked curiously.

"Five stars."

"Hey, five stars! Isn't that higher than the star of the Night Soul?" Uganda took a breath.

"What's so stranger than me? The night is more than the killer of my star. There aren't thousands of killers. There are no big four-star killers. It's a middle layer in the dark night." A rare and ugly look at Uganda.

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