The ghosts in the ancient ruins have no sense at all, and will only choose people to eat like mad dogs.
Being able to control such a ghost is unheard of in the entire world of cultivation.
Xu Yuxiu couldn't help but be a little curious as to how the priest made this soul bell, but there was no relevant record in the jade slips, so she could only sigh helplessly.
After collecting the jade slip, she used the Imperial Soul Bell to protect herself and walked towards the depths of the blood mist.
The further inside, the stronger the smell of blood becomes, and blood stains can gradually be seen on the ground.
The blood stains extended, gradually spread, and mixed with the soil on the ground, turning into blood mud.
Continuing deeper, the blood and mud began to be mixed with broken limbs and meat. Some rotten meat was mixed in the mud, making it difficult to distinguish.
Xu Yuxiu suddenly stopped. At this time, she had arrived at the place where the ghosts gathered to eat during her previous spiritual exploration.
Looking around here, all kinds of debris are scattered all over the ground, making it look like a monk's slaughterhouse.
And among these flesh and blood remains, grasses with red colors and leaves arranged like scales grew.
They are as red as blood, and with the gentle wind, the leaves are swaying, making them look delicate and charming.
Xu Yuxiu recognized these grasses as the blood scale grass that Zhao Yan needed.
She thought that there could be blood scale grass in the ancient ruins, but she did not expect that the blood scale grass would grow in this way.
The blood scale grass here, if you look at it, there are at least dozens of them. When converted into the price of the spirit stones offered by Zhao Yan, that is thousands of spirit stones.
But now Xu Yuxiu looked at these blood scale grasses, feeling a little repelled in her heart.
Zhao Yan secretly thought that if he practiced with such blood scale grass, wouldn't he be able to cope with it?
After thinking about it, she couldn't help but shake her head.
Anyway, it's not her who is practicing with blood scale grass, so why does she care so much.
So, she began to collect these blood scale grasses.
Xu Yuxiu used the wind-walking technique, causing her body to be several inches above the ground, and slowly floated towards the blood-scale grass.
When she came to a blood-scale grass, she used the object control technique to turn her spiritual power into silk threads to wrap around the blood-scale grass in front of her. Then she pulled it hard and uprooted it.
It has to be said that this blood scale grass is indeed as tough as the records say.
Xu Yuxiu pulled it so hard, but the blood scale grass was still intact, and its toughness was comparable to that of low-grade spiritual weapons.
Especially the blades of grass that look like scales, you can feel a slight edge when you touch them lightly with your fingers.
Xu Yuxiu tried it with some fabric, and with a "prick" sound, her cuffs were pierced by the blades of blood scale grass so easily.
She couldn't help but wonder, how could Zhao Yan use such a weapon-like blood scale grass to practice?
Eaten alive? Just thinking about it makes my throat ache.
Xu Yuxiu dismissed the thoughts in his mind and continued to collect the remaining blood scale grass.
It took her three-quarters of an hour to collect all the blood-scale grass here. Accurately calculating, she obtained a total of forty-three blood-scale grass.
If converted into spiritual stones, it would be approximately more than 2,000 spiritual stones.
After calculating this, Xu Yuxiu was a little surprised.
Just this little blood scale grass is already comparable to the total amount of spirit stones she earned in five years in Lingxi Valley.
But if you think about it carefully, the biggest harvest in Lingxi Valley is the spiritual dew. Compared with so many spiritual dew, the few spiritual stones earned are not worth mentioning at all.
Thinking of this, Xu Yuxiu was no longer surprised. After packing up all the blood scale grass, she continued walking deeper.
She didn't get rid of the ghosts in the blood mist.
As she left, the ghosts in the blood mist returned to their original appearance, wandering around in the blood mist, devouring the monks who walked into the blood mist, forming a natural barrier.
As the ghosts in the blood mist devoured more monks, the coverage area of the blood mist also expanded little by little, and the ghosts inside it also grew at an extremely fast speed.
"Sister, look quickly, something seems to be coming over there!"
A female cultivator who looked like a girl pointed at the red mist that was gradually spreading in the distance and shouted.
When the female cultivator whom she replaced as senior sister saw the red mist floating over, she instinctively felt a strong sense of crisis. She frowned slightly and said, "Let's go, get out of here!"
After saying that, she took her junior sister who was still a little confused and quickly fled away from the red mist.
"Hey, what is that red thing?"
On the other side, one of the dozen or so monks spotted Hong Wu and pointed at Hong Wu with confusion.
The rest of the people were also attracted by his words and looked towards the red mist.
The moment they saw the red mist, they couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis in their hearts, making them feel that the red mist was very dangerous and they had to stay away from it.
However, at this moment, a gust of wind blew by, causing the red mist to stir up and disperse a little.
Just in the red mist that dispersed slightly, a piece of blood-scale grass was revealed swaying in the wind.
When they saw the blood scale grass, the monks' eyes widened with greed in their eyes.
"Let's go and have a look!"
I don't know who started it. They put aside the sense of crisis in their hearts and headed straight for the red mist.
Such a large area of blood scale grass has made them put aside the sense of crisis in their hearts.
In their view, wherever there are good things, there can be no danger.
So, they stepped into the red mist without hesitation.
There was only one younger boy left, who hesitated and did not follow them into the red mist.
He stood there and watched for a long time, watching the brothers and sisters from various factions enter the red mist. After a long time, there was no movement at all.
The young man couldn't help but hesitate and shouted several times to Hongwu: "Senior Brother Wang, Senior Sister Li"
After shouting, there was still no response from the red mist.
Seeing this, the young man felt a chill in his heart. Looking at the red mist that was still spreading towards this side, he turned around and wanted to leave here.
But just as he turned around, he bumped into two tall figures.
When the young man looked up, he saw two people wrapped in black robes. He could not see clearly their faces hidden under the black robes.
"Who are you?" The young man took a few steps back, distanced himself from the two men in black robes, and stared at them with a wary look on his face.
When the two heard this, they both looked at the young man.
The moment he was stared at by them, the young man felt a chill running down his spine, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
Suddenly, one of the men in black robes moved. He was very fast and appeared in front of the young man in the blink of an eye.
Before the boy could react, he felt his neck tighten and a strong sense of suffocation hit him.
Immediately afterwards, he felt his body being lifted up.
The man in black robe pinched the young man's neck with one hand and lifted him up like a chicken. In his other hand, he condensed a black seed and pressed it into the young man's heart.
When the black man touched the boy's heart, he melted into it so silently.
The moment the young man was integrated into the body of the black man, his body stiffened. The man in black robe let go of his hand, and the young man fell to the ground and just stood there in a daze.
At this time, the man in black robe waved his hand and pulled out a black robe, covering the young man.
"From today on, you are Moshi, responsible for the red mist."
After finishing speaking, the man in black robe took out a copper bell with his backhand and handed it to the young man.
The young man took the copper bell, and shrouded in black robes, he uttered a hoarse voice: "Order of the God Envoy."
jingle--!
A copper bell rang, and the young man stepped stiffly into the red mist.
