The Monk

Chapter 570: Many Nascent Souls

Obviously all the five masters knew about Xiang Kong. Venerable Jing asked Venerable Qiao: "How are the five children doing recently?"

Venerable Qiao said: "It's still like that. It's a pity that it's a magic weapon and a set of spells. However, my qualifications are limited and it's difficult to advance."

Lord Jing shook his head and said: "What kind of person is their master? Alas, it is a pity."

"Why is it such a pity? Isn't it great that five brothers and sisters have deep love for each other and live happily? Doesn't it feel pity if they have to be highly cultivated?" Zhang Ain retorted.

Venerable Zhi did not argue with him, and chuckled: "Little guy." He stopped talking. What Zhang Wen said seemed to make sense, but in fact, he was secretly changing his concept. What the Venerables said was that those spells were a pity, so he directly When it comes to personal feelings and mentality, it's not the same thing at all.

At this time, Zhang Ai's mind moved and he said with great joy: "I found one!" Venerable Ping said: "Take me there." Zhang Ai quickened his pace and went straight down the river bank. After walking for twenty miles, he found a huge pile of flowers. I found the Tibetan Rat. The little guy was guarding next to a black grass.

Zhang was afraid that he knew this thing. Its name was Black Heart Orchid. The jade slip said that it was born in the valley and was highly poisonous. I don’t know how it grew on the bank of the river, and there were a lot of other flowers and plants around it.

Venerable Ping was following him, and he was also surprised: "How come Black Heart Orchid grows here?" Zhang Ai didn't know, but he insisted: "The predecessors may not always be right."

At this time, Zuo Shi and others arrived. Venerable Zhi took out a jade box and a jade shovel, gently separated the surrounding flowers and plants, cut away the soil, held up the roots with the jade shovel, and put them into the jade box. Then he said: "There are still twelve types left."

Zuo Shi nodded: "The age is a bit low, less than a hundred years."

Zhang Awei took out a spiritual energy pill and fed it to the little mouse. After it ate it, he patted his little head and said, "Continue." The little mouse moved forward to look for it again.

When Venerable Ping saw him feeding the elixir to the rats, he said depressedly: "There isn't enough for people to eat, so you feed it to the monsters?"

In the next two days, everyone searched for herbs on the banks of the Ling River, and finally found four more plants, eight less. Lord Jing said: "It seems that I can't find it. Let's go back."

Everyone has no choice but to stay here forever. If they wait for Foggy Valley to close, it will be impossible for them to get out, so they will have to return to the Living Forest.

Zhang was afraid of taking back the Tibetan rat, so everyone lined up in a shuttle formation and walked back. On the road, we saw signs of fighting in some places, blood was spilled, and broken magic weapons and broken clothes were scattered in the grass. Venerable Jing sighed: "When we came with a thousand people, it would be good if we could go back with two hundred."

As he was walking forward, a dark wind suddenly blew in the air, and dozens of lights and shadows flew towards this side in the distance.

Zhizun said: "Is it time to take care of it now?"

Zhang Ai finally understood the meaning of Venerable Zhi's last look. At that time, they had just rescued a group of monks. Venerable Zhi looked at Zuo Shi, who shook his head, and then everyone moved on to find medicine in Linghe River.

Now that I see the light and shadow in front of me, and hear Venerable Zhi say these words, it turns out that he is asking if he wants to save Nascent Soul.

At that time, more than thirty Nascent Soul cultivators died on the battlefield. After the master of Yuanying dies, Yuanying can continue to survive outside the body, but if it is caught by someone who wants to use it to refine weapons and elixirs, it is often more terrifying than death. After the death of more than thirty people, Nascent Soul fled to an unknown destination. Zuo Shi was not willing to waste time looking for them. But now that we've hit him, it's nothing to save him.

When Guangying found the six of them while running away, he became even more frightened and turned around to continue running away. Monsters can quickly increase their strength by eating them, and people who use evil methods to refine the Nascent Soul can also quickly increase their strength. So Nascent Soul is very afraid of people.

There were at least seventy or eighty people in a group of lights and shadows. They gathered together just to protect each other and survive as much as possible. However, their protection methods were really weak and weak. They were chased by three monks with intermediate Nascent Soul cultivation and fast running speed. He was flying faster than Yuanying, and he was about to catch up.

Zuo Shi said: "These are the things that bother me the most. Just kill him."

Zhizun said yes and waved his jade fan to greet him. When the three monks saw the six of them, their expressions changed slightly. They thought they were trying to steal the Nascent Soul with them. Just as they were about to say polite words, Venerable Zhi slapped one of them to death. Then he slapped them to the left, then to the right. The two people left died and floated back.

The three monks died, and three half-foot-tall little people jumped out from the broken heads, chasing the Nascent Soul in the distance with a stern expression on their faces. The pursuit just now was a pursuit, but now the pursuit was to integrate into the team and seek protection.

After the killing, the team continued to move forward. Zhang Ai suddenly felt that these Nascent Souls were a little pitiful. When the foggy valley was closed, they would definitely not dare to go out with the cultivators, otherwise they would be cooked ducks waiting for others to eat. But the Foggy Valley is closed and they can no longer get out. How many days can they survive in the bloody valley? So he asked: "Ignore them?"

"How to take care of it?" Zhi Zhizun said: "It is your own fault, can you take care of it?"

But Zhang Ai still couldn't bear it. Even if these Nascent Souls had done bad things when they were alive, they had already died once, right? Now he is as powerless as a baby, with no other ability except to escape. Then he asked: "Can the Dingshen Pearl hold them?"

Venerable Wisdom stopped and turned around to look back. He seemed to be smiling at the corner of his eyes and a little disdainful at the corner of his mouth. He could not tell what his expression was. He asked instead: "Even if you can accept them, let me ask you, how do you get close to them? They will I believe you?"

This is the most important question. These Nascent Souls can no longer trust anyone.

Zhizun raised his forehead, squeezed out a wrinkle, looked at Zhang Afraid for a while and said, "Let's go." He turned around and started on the road again. Zhang was afraid that he had no choice but to follow. Zuo Shi spoke behind him: "There are always things in the world that we can do nothing about."

As if to add a footnote to the words "powerless," a bird flew from the sky. It was as big as a human head, and it was dressed in fiery red. Its claws and beak were also red, and only its eyes were black. It flew fiercely and pursued those Nascent Souls.

The red bird was faster than the Nascent Soul and easily caught up with it. With a peck from its red beak, a Nascent Soul was caught in its mouth. Then it raised its neck and swallowed it hard. After squeaking on its neck, it chased the next Nascent Soul.

Seeing this, Zhang Weijing was impulsive again. He threw the Divine Sword in his hand like a flying knife, drawing a lightning bolt in the air and shooting at the red bird. The red bird was flying when it suddenly realized there was danger behind it. It flapped its wings, raised its body a few meters high, and fired the Fushen Sword into the air.

The red bird was attacked, and turned around to see Zhang Ping, his wings flapping, rushing towards him like a cannonball. At this time, Zhang Ping was rushing forward with a big black knife, planning to fight with Red Bird. Behind him, the left attendant jumped forward and reached out with his right palm. The red bird died. Baby fire ignited in the palm of his hand. In a short time, he burned the red bird until only a fiery red inner elixir remained. He threw it to Zhang Aidao. : "Yours." Then he continued on his way.

But this is a world of monsters. Just after killing a red bird, a large flock came flying from the sky.