"Swish!"

With Zhang Zhen's threat, the red snake bounced up again and rushed straight to Jing Hua. The monk gritted his teeth and was about to recall the stem and vine and fought desperately. Suddenly, a flower in front of him.

"Swoosh..."

"Bang!"

A white fat rat suddenly emerged from the ground. It flew up with the red snake and slapped it on the snake's head with one claw. The red snake fell from the air with a backward green onion and fell next to the rice ball in a mess.

"Hahaha...ah!"

Zhang Zhen was stunned when he saw the power of the "Go Ling Rat" again and dared to attack the "Chin Lian Feihong". His natal Gu was not an ordinary poisonous insect, and he was extremely poisonous. Normal monsters had to take a detour, let alone a waste monster.

"Bite... bite it to death!"

The monks of the "Five Poisons Sect" were in harmony with their natal Gu, and Zhang Zhen felt something was wrong. His face was distorted and he yelled in anger. Unfortunately, when the red snake saw the fat rat, he immediately collapsed to the ground and could not move.

Before Jing Hua was waiting for Jing Hua, Zhang Zhen reacted. He pounced forward, pressed the red snake with his two front paws, and swallowed it into his stomach with two steps. After eating it, the fat mouse burped and drilled into the ground again, disappearing.

Jing Hua's eyes were straight. After two years of getting along, he had never seen rice balls have such "superpower". The monk was surprised and a desperate howl came from his ears.

"No......."

Looking up, he saw Zhang Zhen's appearance was withered and bleeding from his seven orifices. His body shook a few times, fell forward straight and erect, and then no longer heard.

"Swoosh..."

The "Dragon Eye Ghost Flower Vine" has just arrived. The spirit plant flew over Zhang Zhen's head, wandered for a few times and couldn't find the target, and turned back to Jing Hua. Looking at Ren Yong again, his body shrank into a ball and had turned into a "mist corpse".

The monk shook his head.

The stems and vines are still flawed and cannot stop the temptation of "food". They can only eat first. Fighting against each other, a slight difference is enough to determine life and death.

"Dragon Eye Ghost Flower Vine" is a plant after all, without intelligence and acts entirely on instinct. If you want to operate as you wish, you must work harder. Having said that, if it still has spiritual consciousness, it will never stay by its side. It has its own fixed numbers, and things are difficult to force perfection.

A faint blood appeared around, and the secret realm returned to loneliness.

Jing Hua's body shook slightly, and the dizziness gradually became stronger. The poison of the Gu was well-known, and the monks rarely felt exhausted, their hands and feet twitched, and there were signs of exhaustion.

Fortunately, the opponent was killed. He walked to Zhang Zhen's body a few steps, groped in his arms for a long time, and took out more than a dozen porcelain bottles of various sizes. The bottles were engraved with strange marks, two of which were engraved with the words "anti medicine".

The monk checked the medicine bottle one by one and quickly found the target. He took the pill pills and the wound immediately returned to normal.

Jing Hua rested in place for a while, stepped forward and picked up the white medicine shovel.

This magic weapon is not weak, and it even destroyed the "Seven Star Wooden Sword". The monk held it in his hand and observed it carefully. He saw that the small shovel was neither stone nor jade, and the spiritual light appeared. It was a magic weapon that had been sacrificed and refined for ten levels.

The famous disciples were indeed generous. The medicine shovel was sold in a shop, and the price should be no less than ten spiritual crystals. The "Five Poisons Sect" was so powerful that it was in southern Xinjiang, and its foundation was indeed quite heavy.

"It's all right..."

There was another movement and the sound was extremely weak. Jing Hua swept across the corner of his eyes and saw Ren Yong's body suddenly changing. A green Gu insect emerged from somewhere. The Gu insect was thin and slowly crawled towards the grass next to him.

"Swoosh..."

The fat rat soon appeared again. It grabbed the worm with ease, stuffed it into its mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it into its abdomen.

Now that the foreign enemy is dead, it no longer penetrates into the soil. After eating two natal Gu, the rice ball is probably a little full. It returns to Jing Hua with a big thorn, crawls into his arms and falls to sleep.

This style! This posture! A perfectly unparalleled divine beast!

The "earth spirit rat" will not rush into the battlefield to bite people, nor will it devour the insects. But no matter which classic, there is no "divine beast" that looks like a fat rat.

“Hahaha…”

Jing Hua smirked a few times. Maybe he was ignorant. If he had the chance in the future, he might as well ask senior experts for advice and check the roots and feet of the fat rat.

After a long period of emotion, the monk searched for the bodies of the three people and set fire to the fire. Then he turned to the wooden house to pack his luggage, eliminated the traces left by himself, and quietly left the secret realm.

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He used the "rest technique" along the way, and his wife left the mountains and forests and arrived at "Liutengzhai". The family who was fostering donkey carts was very simple and still accepted the account after two years.

Jing Hua paid enough money, took back the cart, and flew towards the business road to the north. Without the drag of the brigade of business travelers, the black donkey pulled the truck and took big steps, moving towards Zhongnan Road.

The monks changed their clothes to a merchant and left the Nanjiang Road unless they were necessary. The single car was a bit conspicuous, attracting several groups of thieves who were not open-minded, all of whom were killed by Jing Hua. Tens of days later, the monks returned to Tianlin County, Zhongnan Road, and rested in Zhougan City.

After returning north, Jinghua did not follow the old road, but took a small turn, and the donkey was almost unstoppable on the way. The black donkey was born with a majestic horse and still couldn't bear it until now, and his ears and eyes were all drooping.

Seeing that he was far away from the southern Xinjiang Road, Jing Hua no longer rushed to the road, and his tense nerves gradually eased. Three monks in the secret realm died in the Huangquan and their bodies were gone, two of them were disciples of the "Five Poisons Sect". If the news was leaked, it would inevitably cause endless disasters.

Although Ren Yong and others were obsessed with profit and were seeking death, their elders were different from each other and would definitely not argue with Jing Hua. If they were found by the "Five Poisons Sect", they would definitely not be able to fight with them by their own strength.

The easiest way is to leave quickly and go straight to death without evidence. Fortunately, the journey is safe, and it seems that the matter is over and no one shows up.

The inn is not large in size, and there are even fewer accommodation merchants. Jing Hua booked a cross-yard house, making the round-faced shopkeeper happy, busy working around, rushing to feed the donkey cart grass.

When he returned to the guest room and closed the doors and windows, the monk first took out the rice ball from his arms. After swallowing two natal Gu, the fat rat was sleeping most of the time. After recovering slightly in the past two days, he would crawl out and dada for no reason, looking around on his shoulders.

He put it on the table casually, and Jing Hua took out a brocade package from his bracelet. The secret realm "trophy" was all in it. He rushed too fast on the road and didn't have the time to check it out in detail. Now he is thousands of miles away from the dangerous place, and even if someone wants to check it, he can't get there for a while.

The monk spread out his parcels, and scattered items filled the square table.

When searching for her body, Jing Hua was very strange. In terms of cultivation, among the three, "Senior Brother Zhang" is the highest, and his wealth should be the most abundant. But in fact, the gains from "Senior Brother Zhang" are extremely limited. Apart from a "Virtual Breaking Token", there are only a small number of spirit stones and talismans, which are so shabby that they can't take it.

Jing Hua didn't understand why, but in fact he wronged Zhang Zhen.

The disciples of the "Five Poisons Sect" spend an amazing amount of money to raise Gu and refine Gu. The higher the Gu insect, the more complicated it needs every day.

Zhang Zhen has a profound cultivation level, the eight extraordinary meridians have penetrated into four meridians, and the "elephant nose Gu" in his natal body has vast magical powers and is relatively rare, and he is firmly ranked among the top three among the outer disciples.

He collected a lot of wealth, but he spent most of it on feeding insects. Originally, Zhang Zhen also had a good magic weapon, but was taken away by the other party when fighting against the demon ape outside the secret realm, so he seemed very embarrassed.

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