The splashing blood was blocked by the barrier. Although he couldn't smell anything, the visual impact still made Song Yizhi feel nauseated.
However, Song Yizhi didn't care about the nausea. The blood in the blood pool was drained, and the things at the bottom of the pool were exposed.
"There's something." Lest Rong Yueyuan didn't see it, Song Yizhi tugged on his sleeve and pointed to the bottom of the pool.
Rong Yueyuan raised his hand and waved the things at the bottom of the pool floating outside the barrier.
That piece... the thing looks very much like a lotus root, except that the lotus root is pink in color, while the thing in front of it is completely dark red.
Song Yizhi narrowed his eyes and said uncertainly, "Lotus root?"
This..., how can any lotus root be dark red?
"Like." Rong Yueyuan wasn't sure what kind it was.
Looking at Rong Yueyuan and not sure what kind it was, Song Yizhi glanced at the person in surprise.
The look in Song Yizhi's eyes clearly said, 'You don't know either? '.
Rong Yueyuan said warmly, "Maybe I don't know Lingzhi as well as you do."
Everyone has his own strengths and weaknesses, and he is not omnipotent.
Song Yizhi looked at Rong Yueyuan's peaceful look and raised his eyebrows.
Unexpectedly, Rong Yueyuan could express his shortcomings so calmly.
"Isn't it a kind of practice to reconcile with one's own shortcomings?" Rong Yueyuan raised his hand and poked Song Yizhi's head.
If you can, you can, and if you can't, you can't. What's there to hide?
It will be much easier to accept your shortcomings and make peace with the things you are not good at.
Song Yizhi was poked and tilted his head.
Sure enough, he was still the familiar cultivator.
"You put the barrier away and I'll go over and take a look." Song Yizhi said.
Rong Yueyuan waved his hand and the barrier disappeared.
Looking at the thick, dark red and black blood on the ground, Song Yizhi jumped up and down on the slightly clean floor.
"Be careful." Rong Yueyuan warned.
Song Yizhi responded.
Walking to the blood pool, Song Yizhi bent down and leaned out most of his body to take a look.
Maybe he couldn't see clearly, so Song Yizhi took out a luminous pearl, and then used his spiritual power to send some of the luminous pearl down.
The bottom of the pool was illuminated, and Song Yizhi could see clearly.
She took out a bamboo pole from her storage bag and stuck it into the mud at the bottom of the pond, stirring it around.
It seemed that Song Yizhi wanted to rummage around to see if there was anything else in the mud.
Rong Yueyuan took out a jade box and put the lotus root-like thing into the box.
After putting away the box, Rong Yueyuan immediately stood next to Song Yizhi, watching her stirring the mud with a bamboo pole, and asked, "What are you looking for?"
Song Yizhi said, "Seeds."
seed?
Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi and saw that she was holding her nose in one hand and holding a bamboo pole in the other.
Rong Yueyuan simply blocked her sense of smell.
Song Yizhi sniffed, and then he came back to life after smelling nothing.
"You didn't smell it, that smell..." Song Yizhi said before returning to Rong Yueyuan's question, "Those things similar to lotus roots should be specially cultivated by the Jiang family. Since they are specially cultivated, they should be able to There are seeds.”
If you can find the seeds, you should be able to figure out what this is.
Rong Yueyuan responded.
Song Yizhi held the bamboo pole with both hands and continued to stir the mud.
Suddenly, a ray of demonic energy flew from the dark place and hit Song Yizhi's fatal point.
Rong Yueyuan raised his hand and raised his sleeves.
The spiritual power intercepts the magic power, and after the two are offset, the remaining spiritual power flies towards the direction of the demonic energy at an extremely fast speed.
"bump!"
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was heard.
Song Yi didn't even raise his head, holding a bamboo pole and lowering his head to stir the mud. He looked like a child focused on playing in the mud.
Rong Yueyuan moved his hand, and his spiritual power flew out.
After a moment, the seriously injured demon cultivator was tied up.
Rong Yueyuan waved his hand, his large black cloak fell to the ground, and the demon cultivator's face appeared in his sight.
A very common, ordinary face.
Seeing Rong Yueyuan's delay in moving, Song Yizhi turned his head and glanced.
Rong Yueyuan lowered his eyes and met Song Yizhi's gaze, "What's wrong?"
Song Yizhi's eyes fell on the immobile demon cultivator, "Don't you want to search for souls?"
"I want to wait and see if there are any other demon cultivators." Rong Yueyuan said warmly.
This demonic cultivator's cultivation level is not low, and his attack was aimed at Song Yizhi. Either he came to Song Yizhi, or he came to the lotus root. No matter why he came, he probably wouldn't be acting alone.
Song Yizhi averted his eyes and continued to play with the mud...oh no, he continued to rummage for things.
If Rong Yueyuan thought, this wave of demon cultivators did not act alone.
Looking at the demon cultivators tied up on the ground, Song Yizhi's mouth twitched slightly.
Are you really just giving one away?
However, this self-defeating attitude should not be because of himself.
If it’s not because of yourself, then it’s because of that lotus root?
Song Yizhi stirred up the mud and said to Rong Yueyuan, "The demon cultivator should be here soon, searching for souls?"
Rong Yueyuan responded and immediately raised his hand to make the secret.
After searching the souls one by one, the seriously injured demon cultivator died directly.
Rong Yueyuan fell into silence, looking at his face, there was a hint of solemnity.
Song Yizhi looked at Rong Yueyuan's face that was gradually becoming colder, and silently wondered what Rong Yueyuan had found?
Suddenly, the bamboo pole encountered resistance, and Song Yizhi withdrew his gaze.
She pressed the bamboo pole down and lifted up the things in the mud.
Seeing the mud flying up and about to splash onto Song Yizhi, Rong Yueyuan waved his hand to build a barrier.
Looking at the bunch of roots hanging on the bamboo pole, Rong Yueyuan looked at Song Yizhi.
A smile appeared on Song Yizhi's face, "Found it!"
Song swung the bamboo pole and threw the roots to the edge of the blood pool.
After a quick glance, Song Yizhi inserted the bamboo pole into the mud and continued to rummage.
Rong Yueyuan didn't say anything when he saw this. He started talking about the soul search results, "According to these demon cultivators, that section of lotus root is called blood lotus root."
Blood lotus?
Song Yizhi looked at Rong Yueyuan curiously.
"The blood lotus root is not important, the important thing is the blood lotus seeds." Rong Yueyuan said.
Blood lotus seeds? What is this?
Song Yizhi had a question mark on his face.
"These demon cultivators only know that the blood lotus root is very important. Their mission is to take away the blood lotus root at all costs. As for what the blood lotus root and blood lotus seeds are and what their effects are, wait until I ask." Rong Yueyuan finished. Then he took out the communication talisman.
Song Yizhi responded, nodded and continued to search for seeds in the mud.
Rong Yueyuan contacted Ye Mo and told him about the blood lotus roots and blood lotus seeds.
Ye Mo, who was on the other side of the communication talisman, stood up suddenly and said urgently, "Where are you now?"
Rong Yueyuan realized that the blood lotus roots and blood lotus seeds might be of great importance, he said, "Xuzhou Lotus Town Jiang family."
The communication symbol dimmed instantly.
After three breaths, Ye Mo fell from the sky.
His figure flashed to Rong Yueyuan's side, stretched out his hand and said urgently, "Where's the blood lotus root?"
Rong Yueyuan took out the box and handed it to Ye Mo.
Ye Mo opened the box and looked at the piece of blood lotus root in the box. His pupils shrank and his breathing stagnated slightly.
What a bloody lotus root!
"Blood lotus root is not a natural treasure of heaven and earth. It is a ninth-grade spiritual plant cultivated artificially!" Ye Mo looked at Rong Yueyuan and tightened his grip on the box. "Blood lotus root is highly poisonous. You will die at all! No Mahayana monk can resist the poison of blood lotus root!"
Rong Yueyuan's eyes changed slightly.
Poison that even Mahayana monks cannot resist?
No wonder these demonic cultivators are trying to bring back the blood lotus root one after another!
(End of chapter)
