Huang Ting Xiandao

Chapter 142. 143. Plague smoke, but real fire is the enemy
(As the new year approaches, there are many things to do. From tomorrow, it will be changed to one update per day for the time being!)

Xuanyin gathers the beast banners together, countless beast souls roar, three red lines plunge into the black air, slow down suddenly, Mo Xian sees the real body, it is three slender swords, the body of the sword is red, but it is one Set of magic weapons of three swords.

The three red lines entered the range of the black air, and the banner above Mo Xian's head waved, and the sword stopped immediately. When Master Jin saw it, he knew something was wrong, so he pulled it back hard, and finally got out of the range of the black air, but Mo Xian's shadow The talisman sword also came back at this time, and with a bang, he pushed the sword out. Fortunately, the magic weapon was of good quality, but the flame flickered for a while.

Mo Xian was also very surprised that he didn't break the opponent's magic weapon. Ordinary magic weapon might be broken under his single sword breaking ten thousand spells, but the opponent's three swords were just knocked away.

Mo Xian was surprised, and Uncle Jin was even more surprised. His magic weapon was called the Hongni Sancai Sword, which was his favorite magic weapon after he entered Jindan. He added Gengjin to it, and it was extremely sharp. After killing the opponent's magic weapon, the opponent's sword knocked it away.

As soon as he took back the Hongni Sancai Sword, the Gathering Beast turned into a monster and roared in front of him. He threw an object, which grew when he saw the wind, and quickly wrapped it around his body. It looked like a jellyfish. Mo Xian had never seen it before. With a stern clear light, the monster charged up, causing ripples in layers, but it couldn't break through.

"Damn you! Go to hell!" Uncle Jin showed a grim look on his face. He had to make a low-grade golden elixir, and he wanted to become a Nascent Soul unless he was very lucky, so he specialized in refining weapons and spells, just in case. Chance.

He took out a clean bottle from his body and muttered something, a puff of yellow smoke billowed out of the bottle, and where the yellow smoke passed, the vegetation on the island immediately withered and turned yellow. It was called a plague bottle, and the yellow smoke rolled towards Mo Xian, and the monks around him changed their expressions when they saw him using the plague bottle, and immediately got up in the air and left quickly, only stopping after a distance of one mile.

When Mo Xian saw this, he knew that the yellow smoke was not good smoke, so he waved the animal-gathering banner, surrounded by layers of black smoke.

Mo Xian pointed, and a strange beast let out a long hiss, galloped out, and bumped into it directly.

As soon as the alien beast entered the yellow smoke and was exposed to the plague, it trembled immediately, and then became fatigued. Its fur began to fall off, and even its horns were dyed yellow. Mo Xian was taken aback. It's like getting some kind of disease, what is this thing?
"You suffer! My plague gas, even the spirit body is also infected and collapsed. Although your animal gathering banner is very fierce, it will fall down for me as soon as it encounters my plague bottle." Uncle Jin full of joy.

As soon as he heard the word plague, Mo Xian understood that his alien beast had the plague, and the spirit body had the plague, and it had lost the prestige of the alien beast.

Not only has he lost the prestige of a strange beast, but now he is probably not far from death. Pus is dripping all over his body, and his whole body is shaking. He doesn't look like a strange beast at all.

Before Mo Xian could shake the flag, the strange beast had already slumped down and turned into a puff of black smoke, mixed with traces of yellow smoke.

How to restrain the plague gas?Real fire, don't think about it, anyone who died of plague infection in the world must either be buried deep or burned. Although his plague is fierce, real fire will definitely be able to restrain it.

Thinking of this, Mo Xian mobilized the flame array. Although it was incomplete, it was more than a god. The three red flags suddenly unfolded with a thunderclap. Huang qi is not afraid of the sky or the earth, but fire is its nemesis.

He hastily recited the incantation, and the pestilent air was drawn into the bottle. He didn't care about the fire. He had something to avoid the fire on his body, that kind of jellyfish thing, which contained a trace of the essence of Guishui. In front of him, you can't show your power at all.

Putting it in the plague bottle, he smiled and said, "Who knows the art of fire?"

He looked for the location of Mo Xian in a big way, but he took the fire dragon dart in his hand. Once he found it, he would take Mo Xian's life. The fire dragon dart was his proud work. It was made according to the legend of the gods. , a cloud of haze, even if the enemy has a protective treasure, it will be of no avail, don't listen to its name, but its power is beyond his expectations, he has made the fire dragon dart himself, and has already taken the lives of two golden elixir masters.

But this dart also has a shortcoming, that is, you have to use your spiritual consciousness to lock the opponent, and this thing is not like other magic weapons, which can be stored in the body to warm up, because this thing is purely a sharp weapon for killing, and the killing intent is too heavy. Even monks can't stand it.

The dart has been acquired, mana has been injected, and his hand is hidden in the big sleeve. With this treasure, he really thinks highly of Mo Xian. In his heart, Mo Xian is no more than a foundation-building monk. Although he is stronger than ordinary foundation-building monks, He still didn't like it, he thought Mo Xian was worth it to die under this treasure.

But something happened that surprised him. He didn't see Mo Xian. The fire around him had turned red all over again. He still didn't pay attention to the fire in his heart. At this moment, there was a thunder, and the fire suddenly pressed down from all directions to the center. , as soon as he touched the treasure of his body, there was a bang, not only did the flame not die down, but it was like adding fuel to the fire.

He didn't expect this to happen. With a loud cry, the fire dragon dart in his hand flew out, but it had no direction. It missed a hole and was finally nailed into a crack in the stone. The real fire of samadhi still surged up, and he had no chance to escape. Screaming, turning to ashes.

When Uncle Jin fell into the flames, the monk who was far away saw the whole island engulfed in flames. He was taken aback. Not every monk can survive in the flames. The light went up and flew outwards, it was two or three li before it stopped in the air.

He didn't know what was going on with Uncle Jin, there was a sea of ​​flames there, he guessed that Uncle Jin was in danger, but he was worried, so he didn't stay too far away.

In a blink of an eye, the flames disappeared, but Uncle Jin was gone, and only Mo Xian was there. When he saw it, he immediately turned his head and left like a lightning bolt.

Mo Xian glanced at the background of his departure, it was okay, someone just went back to report that he had left the ship, it is estimated that when he returned, the ship should be fine.

Mo Xian took a look at the place where Uncle Jin was just now. Uncle Jin has been reduced to ashes, many things have been burned, and there are not many things left. Only a pestilence bottle and three swords remain intact, and the rest Some things were either burned or not in good shape, and the universe bag was also destroyed in the real fire. Mo Xian intuitively understood the dominance of the Samadhi real fire.

He put the plague bottle and the Hongni Sancai sword into the Qiankun bag, took a look, stretched out the golden light, and flew away.

He didn't search the whole island. The fire dragon dart, which can be regarded as the most valuable magic weapon of Uncle Jin, lay quietly between the rocks until a hundred years later, it was obtained by a condensed monk who relied on it to break through. Nuo Da's name.

Mo Xian relied on the method of vertical golden light, a golden light streaked out of the sky, and continued westward. Less than a day after he left, Wu Ji was furious. He attacked Taiping Island. Half of the building boat, and made a strong enemy.

Taizhou has become a casual cultivator, and he has become a god and demon of Dayan Zhutian Mana. He must be watching the East China Sea League in the dark all the time. He originally wanted to use this credit to compete for the throne of the leader of the alliance, but now it has all come to naught.

That casual cultivator, until now, didn't know that Mo Xian was a disciple of Yuxianzong. Although he knew Mo Xian's name, he wasn't sure if it was his real name. In the eyes, but one of the first group of people died, and the second group sent a Golden Core cultivator and two Foundation Establishment cultivators who had achieved Astral Refining, but only one came back, and even the Golden Core cultivator died in Mo Xian's hands.

This time he went in person, but he was in vain. Given his speed, he didn't see him. Although he caught up with the ship, just as his subordinates reported, there was no Mo Xian on it, so he endured it. He stopped his anger, just snorted, and chased west again.

He didn't know that he could not catch up with Mo Xian's golden light method. After chasing him for a long time, he probably went in the wrong direction, returned to the East Sea League, and issued a reward order.

Mo Xian flew eastward for nearly [-] miles, and found an island below. He landed on the island. The island was very small, only about two acres in size, and it was covered with mangrove forests, even reaching into the sea.

Although he doesn't know most of the plants, it doesn't prevent him from looking for elixir. Since elixir is called elixir, for monks, its own aura is its characteristic, so Mo Xian is not afraid of knowing the medicine, but he knows that elixir The medicine is not Chinese cabbage, he is purely lucky.

He thought that there are many islands overseas, and these islands have not even been visited by people for thousands of years, and the possibility of elixir being born in them is still relatively high.

When the elixir grows to a certain age, it is often discovered by monsters. Therefore, it is reasonable to say that elixir is guarded by monsters, but things are not absolute. Many low-level elixir are not guarded by monsters at all.

Mo Xian didn't see any monsters in the sky above the island. There should be no monsters, but he still landed. Firstly, he had traveled a long enough distance and he needed to rest. Secondly, there might be spirits on the island. medicine.

When he landed on the island, he found that there were mangrove forests in front of him, and there was no place to stay. It was not so much an island as a beach. When the tide was high, there were only a few places on the island that were not soaked in sea water. Fortunately, now It is low tide.

Mo Xian found that the plants here are not tall, but they seem to be different. When the place is different, his eyes are fixed on the fruit, and he immediately understands that these trees can be regarded as viviparous. The seeds of many plants in the mangrove forest have not yet grown. When it leaves the mother, it has already germinated in the fruit and grows into a rod-shaped hypocotyl.After the hypocotyl develops to a certain extent, it will detach from the mother tree and fall into the mud on the beach. After two or three hours, it will be able to take root in the mud and grow into a new plant.

(End of this chapter)