Soul Eater Book

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At the beginning, Gao Song and the others still looked like they were watching a play, but after hearing the word Yuchi mentioned by the female cultivator surnamed Xu, the expressions of the four of them all changed, with a faint trace of fear.

"Afraid to see the four of them like this, the female cultivator surnamed Xu smiled even more happily. Seeing that Chen Zhi hadn't looked back and was playing with things, she thought Chen Zhi was afraid, so she immediately walked towards Chen Zhi with a sneer: "Why, I’m getting scared now, if I have the guts to say it again for my aunt to listen to.”

"Shut up..." Chen Zhi turned his head slowly, and with the turning of his head, a terrifying aura shot up into the sky. The female cultivator surnamed Xu's sneer froze on her face, her muscles moved stiffly, and her pair of red phoenix eyes widened , looking in disbelief at Chen Zhi, who was overflowing with evil spirits, his delicate body trembled slightly, and his eyes couldn't hide the horror and timidity.

Facing Chen Zhi's sudden outburst, Gao Song and the others were even more surprised. When Gao Song saw Chen Zhi for the first time, he had already guessed that Chen Zhi should have extraordinary strength. After walking for three years, he was always dubious, but at this moment, when he felt Chen Zhi's astonishing killing intent, he couldn't help but gasp.

He had only felt this astonishing evil spirit from a foundation-building cultivator before, that is, the cultivator named Yuchi that the female cultivator surnamed Xu just chanted. Now after some comparisons, Gao Song felt something even more unbelievable The conclusion--the evil spirit on Chen Zhi seems to be stronger than the latter...

Behind the monk surnamed Xu, the middle-aged man's expression, which had always been indifferent, suddenly became extremely dignified, all because of the strong evil spirit on Chen Zhi's body

It's not surprising that monks have evil spirits. After all, the world of cultivators eats the weak and the strong. Even the monks of the Orthodox League who claim to be upright often kill people and seize treasures in the wild. It is rare to have such a strong evil spirit like Chen Zhi's.

Who is he?

Chapter 177 Guardian Monster Beast

The female cultivator surnamed Xu stood there dumbfounded, as if she had been frightened stupid.

Although she is defiant, she is not really so stupid that there is no cure.

After all, a monk of the first level of foundation building, even if he is being spoiled, should understand what such a strong evil spirit represents

"Okay." A voice rang out, and Uncle Bian took another step, blocking the female cultivator surnamed Xu. At the same time, the terrifying coercion of the fake alchemy realm was released, and Chen Zhi's evil spirit was released. fight in the air

In the confrontation between these two auras, Gao Song and the others felt that their breathing was frozen.

At this moment, a smile suddenly appeared on Chen Zhi's face: "It's the second time."

Uncle Bian frowned, but he lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he raised his head and said, "There won't be a third time."

Although the conversation was simple, the face of the female cultivator surnamed Xu behind her turned pale in an instant without a trace of blood. She lowered her head, and only occasionally gave Chen Zhi a very venomous look.

Seeing this scene, Chen Zhi smiled coldly, turned his head, and a killing intent flashed away.

"What's going on here?" Gao Song finally found a chance to speak. He glanced at Uncle Bian and then at Chen Zhi. It seemed that the two were the leader. Although they didn't do anything just now, they The aura unintentionally exuded made him tremble with fear.

"Maybe it's a demon monk." Uncle Bian glanced at Chen Zhi uncertainly, frowned and said, "What do you think?"

Chen Zhi stretched out his hand to grab a handful of withered green wolf grass, and said as if talking to himself: "Is there something that can instantly absorb the vitality of the surrounding area?"

Hearing this, Uncle Bian and the others all expressed doubts.

"Could it be the Spiritual Fruit?" Cultivator Liu seemed to have thought of something, and said with some uncertainty.

As soon as these words came out, Uncle Bian's eyes lit up suddenly, and a look of greed appeared on his face that had always been plain, and he mumbled to himself, "If that's the case, the spiritual fruit that can destroy such a large grassland... "

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but the eyes of the people around him lit up.

Gao Song was fine, and could still keep a calm head, but the three monks surnamed Liu even became short of breath.

Chen Zhi looked at the few people expressionlessly. If it was true as Uncle Bian said, then this collection of spiritual fruits can only be described as terrifying. Could it be that the collection of spiritual fruits is more than a thousand years old?

You must know that just a hundred years of spiritual fruit collection is enough for a foundation-building monk with plenty of spiritual stones to practice hard for a year, and every hundred years the year of spiritual fruit collection will change qualitatively. I learned that the oldest collection of spiritual fruits that has ever appeared in an auction house in the human world is only 900 years old, which is equivalent to the spiritual power of a Jindan monk who has worked hard for ten years. The entire endless wasteland of spiritual fruit can only grow in Qinglangyuan, and it cannot be transplanted at all. Most of the monks who enter Qinglangyuan are foundation-building monks. It is rare for a long-lasting spiritual fruit to be born.

Just for the 900-year-old spirit fruit, one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones were sold at a sky-high price. If it is really a thousand-year-old spirit fruit...

Chen Zhi glanced at the other people, and found that whether it was Uncle Bian, Gao Song and the others, they stood up one after another, as if they were a little afraid of the people around them.

With such a huge benefit, even close relatives of monks might fight each other, not to mention their temporary team.

But, can this thousand-year-old spirit fruit really be collected at will?

Chen Zhi sneered in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ahem..." Right here, Uncle Bian suddenly said, "Everyone, can you listen to me?"

After noticing that other people were looking at him, Uncle Bian took a deep breath, and a spiritual pressure that only a monk at the peak of the fifth level of Foundation Establishment fake alchemy radiated unreservedly.

Seeing the faint fear in the eyes of Gao Song and others, Uncle Bian smiled faintly, but he looked at Chen Zhi with a little fear, coughed again and said, "I know exactly what everyone is thinking, but I would like to ask all of you, if this desolation was really caused by the thousand-year collection of spiritual fruits, do you really think that this collection of spiritual fruits is easy to get?"

Without waiting for Gao Song and others to speak, he said calmly: "It's not the first time for everyone to come to the wasteland. You should be aware that although there are no ruins in the wasteland, there are also many spiritual herbs that can grow without sufficient spiritual power. , but these spirit grasses and elixir are often guarded by powerful monsters, not to mention the food that monsters like to devour such as spirit fruit."

As soon as this remark came out, the excitement in the eyes of Gao Song and others gradually faded away. Everyone is not a fool, and they only need to mention a little bit, and they will naturally be able to think clearly about the situation at this time.

"That's true." Chen Zhi said suddenly: "Although the treasure is good, it is best to get it if you are lucky, and we don't have much time to hesitate. In Qinglangyuan, it's not just our team of monks, and this place is in a difficult situation." At the edge of Qinglangyuan, if other monks come..."

Gao Song and the others looked at each other, not to mention that both Bian Boxiu and Chen Zhi were right, and Bian Boxiu was the tallest in their team, and judging from the evil spirit on Chen Zhi's body, it was clear that this person was A person with blood on his hands, Gao Song thought that if the two joined forces, the four members of his team would not be opponents.

Now that he is in charge of a casual cultivator team, Gao Song is certainly not incompetent. He first showed a tinge of embarrassment: "I didn't expect that Gao Mougui, who is a frequent visitor to the wasteland, would have such lucrative thoughts. I am really ashamed. Thank you, Fellow Daoist Bian. Chen Daoyou reminded, the two fellow daoists are right, but..."

Gao Song glanced at Uncle Bian and Chen Zhi, frowned and said, "Now it's not included in this reward, that is to say, if Gao Mou goes with a few people, if there is really a collection of spiritual fruits, the four of us brothers will also share A cup of soup."

"Why?" The female cultivator surnamed Xu who had just stopped for a while heard this, jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, pointed at Gao Song and scolded: "This time I offer a reward for you to come out, just to collect A collection of spirit fruits."

"It's a hundred-year-old spirit fruit, and the hundred-year-old spirit fruit must have been collected by Fellow Daoist Xu." Gao Song sneered, and put aside the relationship with the reward lightly.

"You..." Just as the female cultivator surnamed Xu was about to speak, right here, Uncle Bian said, "Yes."

"Uncle Bian"

"Miss, at this time, let me take the lead." Uncle Bian glanced at the woman surnamed Xu lightly, with firm eyes: "I remember that before I brought you out, the master said, everything is under my orders."

The female cultivator surnamed Xu paused for a while, then looked at the cold eyes around her, especially Chen Zhi's half-smile expression, bit her lip hard and lowered her head.

"Brother Gao, Ms. Xu has been pampered since she was a child, and her words offended her a little. I hope Brother Xu will forgive me." At this moment, Uncle Bian finally stopped standing behind the female cultivator surnamed Xu, and walked towards the front desk openly.

"It's natural, brother Bian is just sensible." Gao Song nodded with a smile.

Chen Zhi looked at the smiles on the faces of the two, but he sneered in his heart.

Sure enough, we should not underestimate the heroes of the world.

These two are characters.

Now that we have decided to join forces, the next step is how to distribute them. Gao Song, Bian Bo, and Chen Zhi quarreled and finally decided to divide according to the three, three, and four rules. The value of each is regarded as ten shares, and although the numbers of Chen Zhi and the others vary greatly, they are divided into three camps. Among them, Gao Song's four-person team is one camp, while Bian Bo and Xu's female cultivator belong to the same camp, and Chen Zhi Naturally, it is a separate camp. In this way, Gao Song, the party with the largest number of people, is obviously at a loss. However, Chen Zhi and Bian Bo are in that position. Even if the four are dissatisfied, they can only accept it, and the remaining one The share is given to the camp that contributed the most.

This kind of benefit division rule is also normal in the endless wasteland, but it can help a group of strange monks unite quickly. Of course, when it is really divided like this, it is unknown.

After confirming the rules and swearing poisonous oaths, Chen Zhi and the others teamed up and entered the withered grass. This piece of withered grass has a radius of dozens of miles. Naturally, it is impossible to search for the spirit fruit in such a vast area. The existence of it, everyone can only look for it separately.

Chen Zhi walked slowly among the withered grass, he held a bony dagger in his left hand, but his right hand was empty, but if you looked carefully, you could find that Chen Zhi's right hand was holding a dagger as thin as an ox. Hao's long needle.

This long needle now has a new name - Hidden Kill

Hiding and killing is worthy of the name, and coupled with his cloak as thin as a cicada's wings, he can completely hide his body and weapons in a short period of time, which can be said to kill people invisible.

Several hours later, Chen Zhi had roughly finished searching the area he was in charge of. He was about to go to the center of the withered grass. At this moment, a strange roar suddenly came from not far from his right. Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang