If it’s not because of yourself, then it’s because of that lotus root?

Song Yizhi's eyes fell on the immobile demon cultivator, "Don't you want to search for souls?"

A very common, very ordinary face.

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 by humans!" Ye Mo looked at Rong Yueyuan and tightened his grip on the box. "Blood lotus root is highly poisonous.

You will definitely die! No Mahayana monk can resist the poison of blood lotus root!"

Rong Yueyuan's eyes changed slightly.

A poison that even Mahayana monks cannot resist?

No wonder these demon cultivators are trying to bring back the blood lotus roots one after another!
Chapter completed!