Mo Wentian sneered in his heart, but he was not afraid and continued to walk in, but his heart was secretly alert. At this time, a sound of stream flowing through the woods was gurgling, adding a little bit of vitality to the deadly forest.

Under the mottled sunlight, there were dangerous walls and graves not far ahead, with rugged rocks, and red lights on them intertwined with each other, red lights reflected and bloody.

Mo Wentian looked from a distance and thought it was the color of the rocks. But when he walked closer, he found that giant vines as thick as buckets were like blood-colored pythons, winding around the rocks. On the blood-colored tides, there were red flowers with spikes on the edges. While the giant tide was squirming back and forth, the red flowers kept opening and closing, like a python spitting a letter, which was indescribable and terrifying.

"Blood-Changing Vine." After a glance, Mo Wentian recognized this object. The blood-Changing Vine is also a carnivorous plant, but it is different from carnivorous plants such as carnivorous trees, blood-sucking willows, and flowers-swallowing them. This object is a group carnivorous plant. It likes to rush to catch food. Even monks with advanced magic powers will be exhausted to deal with it. Moreover, after this object is cut into several sections, it will not die. Like an earthworm, it splits without damage, and each section will grow independently.

But these are not the reasons that surprised Mo Wentian, but because the seedlings of the Blood-Crafting Vine are third-level spiritual medicines and are a sub-medicine for refining the foundation-building pill. They are extremely precious. However, the seeds of the Blood-Crafting Vine turn into seedlings and break out of the ground. It only takes half a month for half a month to grow flowers. At this time, the Blood-Crafting Vine not only has the value of the Elixir, but also has a highly toxic medicinal property.

Although the blood-transforming vine here is quite large, it is quite difficult to find the seedlings of the blood-transforming vine in it. Mo Wentian would not miss this opportunity. He surrounded the rocky peak from afar and patrolled around the rocky peak to find the seedlings of the blood-transforming vine.

He was also lucky. In less than half a stick of incense, under the moonlight of more than a dozen adult blood-forming vines, he found a blood-forming vines seedling. The seedling was green all over, like a small snake, and seemed to have spirituality. It swayed its body left and right, and escaped into the soft soil; and then drilled into the cracks of the rocks, hiding in the red light. If you don’t concentrate and look carefully, it will be difficult to find it.

Looking at the dozen blood-transforming vines as thick as buckets, Mo Wentian couldn't help but frown. He once saw with his own eyes that when a huge goshawk passed by the mountain, the dozen blood-transforming vines were tangled up and tightly entangled the goshawk in the air. When it was pulled to the ground, the goshawk had turned into a mummy.

These more than a dozen blood-transforming vines are like the strong ones, and they tightly protect the seedlings of the blood-transforming vines. If you want to get the seedlings of the blood-transforming vines, you must cut all these blood-transforming vines away.

As soon as I thought of this, I pinched the magic trick with my hands. A ball of white ice flames rose from the palm of my hand and suddenly turned into a fire snake. It crawled forward from my feet, spitting out a cold snake letter, wrapped around the blood-transforming vine and winding upwards. Wherever I passed, the blood-transforming vine burned silently and turned into a pile of cold ashes. In a moment, more than a dozen thick blood-transforming vines turned into powder, and the breeze passed by and was blown away.

After casting this spell, Mo Wentian looked pale and took out two low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag, holding them in his left and right hands to restore spiritual energy. This spell is a combination of two intermediate spells, namely, winding and fireball. The pseudo-magic magic spell bound snakes to entangle flames. Although it is powerful, it requires a high control of the mind. After he continues to cast, the spiritual energy has been consumed.

In less than a cup of tea, it was not until eight low-grade spirit stones were consumed that the spiritual energy in his dantian had recovered more than half. The forest was silent and full of dangers. He did not dare to stay for too long, so he walked forward and carefully picked the blood-transforming vine seedling and put it in a storage bag.

He was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly hesitated and jumped up in the air without any hesitation. The moment he stood up, the soil on the ground surged, and dozens of vines were like poisonous snakes, growing wildly. The snorted sound broke the corners of his pants, and they were still cast, crossing his legs like a dragon.

In the air, Mo Wentian pinched the magic trick and shouted: "Water Whirlpool". Suddenly, a large amount of water flowed out of the ground, forming turbulent flows, rotating at high speed, waves rolled, the water surged, and the sound of waves shook the sky. The vines on the ground were quickly uprooted and rolled into the turbulence and turned into powder.

After using the water vortex technique to break the entanglement surgery, Mo Wentian was about to land, but suddenly, within five meters of the ground, stone cones broke through the ground like sharp knives, rushing upwards to pierce the sky.

"Earth Spike!" Mo Wentian's pupils shrank. At this time, his old power had run out and the new power had not yet emerged, he could not lift his energy in the air. Without hesitation, he took out a third-level wind-control talisman from the storage bag, and quickly injected spiritual energy and slapped it on his body. In an instant, he felt that the earth seemed to have no gravity, and it was as light as a bunch of feathers. Under the breeze, it floated gently to the distance and fell outside the range of the stone cone.

Not far from him, a silence laugh suddenly sounded, as sharp as an owl's cry, echoing in the deadly silent forest, looking very strange.

Mo Wen Tianxun looked at the sound of two figures in blue Taoist robes. The short and bloated figure in front of him was extremely ugly. One head was surprisingly large, but it was huddled in his shoulders, as if it was not a neck, and the whole body was like a large ball of meat. The person on the right was exactly the opposite, tall and thin, shaped like a bamboo pole, like a living skeleton, which was creepy. The sharp laugh just now came from this person.

These two are disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect. After using insight, Mo Wentian couldn't help but frown. Both of them were at the ninth level of Qi Refining. If they fought alone, he thought he could defeat any of them, but it would be difficult for them to win together.

The fat Taoist priest looked full of joy and smiled: "This fellow Taoist, hand over the blood-transforming vine seedlings, we brothers can spare you."

Mo Wentian laughed loudly and said, "Two fellow Taoists from the Xuantian Sword Sect, keep the storage bags, so that you can keep your entire body."

The fat Taoist priest looked stunned. He didn't understand why the cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining was so arrogant and arrogant? Even though he had extraordinary methods, the spiritual energy of the Dantian was limited after all, and it was simply vulnerable to the cultivator at the nineth level of Qi Refining. He changed his mind and said: "Good boy, you are so ungrateful, it's no wonder that Master Dao is so ungrateful."

The thin Taoist priest next to him said in a sharp voice: "Senior brother, what are you talking about with him? As long as you kill him, the seedlings of the blood-transforming vine will still belong to us brothers."

The fat Taoist priest's face, which looked like a meat pie, smiled grimly, and pinched the magic trick with his hands, and suddenly activated the spell. Mo Wentian suddenly felt that the soil under his feet was soft and there was a faint surging sand. He felt tightened in his heart. The fat Taoist priest was so sinister that while talking to him, he had cast a spell secretly, turning this place into a quicksand area.

When the lightning flashed, Mo Wentian used the water explosion technique on the ground. In an instant, the explosion sounded and the wild sand exploded. He floated out of the quicksand range. In the air, he threw out a third-level wind blade talisman with spiritual energy.

In an instant, more than a dozen extremely sharp wind blades flew out like lightning in the sound of the wind, hitting the body of the fat Taoist Huang Guang Dasheng. The light vibrated. Every time the wind blade hit, he had to take a step back and retreated more than ten steps in a row before he could completely dissolve the wind blade. At this time, the yellow light on his body was extremely dim, his face was as pale as snow, and blood was already overflowing from the corners of his mouth. In a hurry, he used the high-level earth-attribute spell Earth Armor technique to save his life.

The thin Taoist priest's face changed drastically, and his expression became solemn. He quickly used magic to rescue the siege. The blood-transforming vines around him clattered and spread wildly, like thousands of snakes worshiping him, surrounding Mo Wentian in the middle. The red flowers opened and closed, and the smell of a rotten corpse came out from it.

"Ivy-killing Technique." Mo Wentian's face changed and he used a high-level wood-attribute spell before the blood-transforming vine. Its power became particularly powerful with the help of carnivorous plants. It might not be able to break it with the water vortex technique. However, if he used false magical magic to bind the snake and entangle the flames, he might be able to expel the spiritual energy of the Dantian immediately. Even if he broke the spell, he would not be able to escape the joint efforts of the two.
Chapter completed!