Huang Xianhua's face changed a lot, and he repeatedly measured the pros and cons. If the casual cultivator angered the snake demon and caused chaos, the "Changling Sect" could not control the situation. After thinking about it over and over again, he had to grit his teeth.

"Okay! As long as you help our sect conquer the spiritual snake, the 'Purple Insect Thousand Years' can be shared by us."

The old woman in blue followed and asked, "How to share?"

"Each side gets half."

After hearing what Huang Xianhua said, the casual cultivators gathered together and lowered their voices to discuss with each other.

Their strength is inferior to each other, and if they can get half of the immortal grass, they will not suffer any loss. The "Ziyun Thousand Years" is rare. It is rumored that someone in Tongtian City is looking for a lot of money. Even if they are sold at a low price, they can get more than a dozen pieces of spiritual jade, and all the cultivators present can make money.

Not long after, the old woman in blue stepped forward again and said, "Fellow Daoist Huang speaks quickly, and I am deeply impressed. I just don't know what you are to guarantee that your family will fulfill their promise?"

Huang Xianhua was shocked and said loudly: "Friends of Taoism, I swear with the heart of Taoism that as long as I help our sect catch the spiritual snake, the fairy grass will definitely be divided equally with you."

“Hahaha…”

The old woman in blue sneered a few times and said, "...If the old man swears with the heart of Tao, I wonder if my friend is relieved, and I will hand over the 'Purple Summer Thousand Years' to me?"

Huang Xianhua couldn't help but speak. The oath of Taoist heart is illusory, and only monks who are dedicated to Taoism will be concerned. Who dares to believe these unscrupulous cultivators?

Several people in the "Changling Sect" were furious and shouted loudly.

"What are you? How can you compare with Senior Brother Huang?"

"That's it! Brother Huang's foundation building is perfect, and he will be able to break through the elixir soon. The oath of the Taoist heart is the greatest constraint for him. Are you still not satisfied?"

"Senior brother! Don't want to fight for the spirit snake, just kill them all to save trouble!"

Jing Hua watched coldly. The casual cultivators seemed not in a hurry and ignored the rebuke of "Changling Sect". "Full Taoist" stared at Huang Xianhua to see how he responded.

Huang Xianhua waved his hand and suppressed the anger in his heart.

If it weren't for this time and place, how could my decent disciples tolerate the threats of miscellaneous people? I'll record the account first, and I will definitely return it if I have the chance in the future.

He signaled his juniors not to say anything more, and then took out a blue token. The token was simple and square, with a large amount of mysterious text on it. You can tell at a glance that it was old and of extraordinary texture.

"Friends of Taoism, this is the token of the 'Changling Sect'. Although it is inconspicuous, it has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years and is a token of the sect's walking outside. Now I will entrust it to you, which should prove the sincerity of this sect?"

The old woman in blue took the token and felt extremely heavy when she bought it. The size of a palm weighed more than 100 kilograms, which should not be a fake. She put the token in her luggage and said in a deep voice: "Okay, I hope that fellow Huang can trust his words, so don't make it difficult for everyone to do it."

Huang Xianhua said coldly: "This sect has been established for thousands of years, and it will not ruin the sign for a few spirit stones. It is best for all fellow Taoists to be rare. If they are escaped by the spirit snake, it is hard to say about cooperation..."

He listened to the other party's words with a thorn, and the old woman in blue face was as deep as water, and she returned to the casual cultivator.

"Everyone can work hard to get rid of these worms so that no one can be sarcastic and say we just take money and don't do anything!"

Although the casual cultivators each had their own plans, they had lived for hundreds of years and understood priorities. At that time, several people remained silent and immediately divided their responsibilities.

Someone took out the portable medicine powder and waved his hand to the group of snakes. Several demon snakes moved slowly in an instant, gradually lost consciousness, and stopped moving.

A famous female cultivator in black took out the jade flute and played it slowly. The sound of the flute was gentle and gentle, peaceful and peaceful. Jing Hua heard it from afar and felt lazy and almost about to fall asleep. Many giant blue anacondas fell asleep directly and collapsed softly on the ground.

The remaining casual cultivators each occupy a corner and form a formation to defend. As for whether they are dealing with the demon snake or guarding against others, only they know.

Seeing that the other party had already taken action, the monks of the "Changling Sect" took their own positions and cast magic to subdue the demons.

Huang Xianhua took the lead. He took out a brown pottery jar, sat cross-legged on the ground and played slowly. The music was silly and ridiculed, and his teeth were so rude that he couldn't bear to hear it. The nearby cultivator frowned and forced himself to stop scolding.

The sound of the silence is unpleasant, but it is very tempting to the demon snake. Several young snakes lack cultivation, break through the blockade of the snake group, and enter the box cover arranged in advance by the "Changling Gate".

As this develops, the snake group will soon be disintegrated. If you want to seize the "Ziyun Thousand Years" from the other party, you can only wait for the internal changes.

Jing Hua was secretly surprised. The snake king on the huge rock was amazing and his eyes were cold. He didn't look like a good person no matter how he looked. He would be at the mercy of the monks without any anger? Hundreds of demons and snakes attacked in groups, and they would definitely have the power to fight. Is there another mystery in this matter?

In a while, a mutated and turbulent bottom of the cave broke out. The one-horned snake king stood up and let out a low roar.

“Woo…”

With the roar, hundreds of demon snakes around them raised their heads at the same time, as crazy as snakes, and the sound of "hissing" was endless.

The "Changling Sect" temporarily settled the casual cultivators and did not mess with the changes in the snake group at all.

Some monks sacrificed magic weapons and supported defense lines in front of their companions, preparing to block the attack. Some monks accelerated their movements and seduced demon snakes. More drugs were sprinkled into the snake group, and the sound of flutes and silences changed accordingly. The melody was stirring and urging, urging people to move forward, and was full of temptation to the giant snake.

Several more demon snakes could not control themselves and got out of the group of snakes. They were soon caught by the monks and put into several black bags.

Fierce battle at the bottom of the cave was imminent, but Jing Hua's eyes turned to the way they came.

The end of the passage is dark and deep, and with the influence of the region, it is impossible to perceive the reality and reality of the distance. However, Jinghua's soul is stronger than ordinary people, and he faintly senses the surging like a tide.

"Hu...chi..."

The sound seemed to be there and there was nothing, and if you were not fully focused, you would probably ignore it. Jing Hua called out the rice ball and solemnly ordered: "Hurry up! Go and see what's going on over there. Also, no matter what you find, come back as soon as possible."

The fat rat agreed and disappeared into the mountain wall.

"Huhhh...sheep...sheep..."

After a moment, the sound became more and more obvious.

At the same time, the demon snake at the bottom of the cave began to spray venom. The "venom arrows" were in groups of three or three, not very dense, and were easily stopped by the magic weapons of the monks. Everyone's attention was attracted by the snake demons and spiritual herbs, and no one paid attention to the changes at the entrance of the channel.

"Swish!"

The fat rat escaped from the mountain wall, his face full of horror.

"Boss, it's not good! There are so many snakes! Hide..."

Before he finished speaking, a snake shadow suddenly appeared at the end of the passage.

The mad pythons and giant hordes stacked up five or six feet high, collapsed down like mercury pouring down, rolling forward. The group of snakes competed for each other, and was extremely fast. Within a few breaths, the "vanguard" was only a few feet away from Jinghua.

At the distant entrance of the passage, more green snakes surged out, like a rolling river endlessly. There were thousands of snakes, like a mountain collapse, like a torrent, endless, endless. The cold snake's eyes emitted yellow light, looking hideous and crazy.
Chapter completed!