Grass Jelly Supplier

He dug out dozens of weapons, which were still stained with blood, and put them into the storage bag.

After arriving at the cave where the fire python was, Shi Yue went straight to the dozen black Ganoderma lucidum.

"Thousand-year-old black pine ganoderma!" Shi Yue looked at a black spiritual medicine the size of a watermelon with ecstasy on his face.

The rumor that there are thousand-year-old spiritual medicines in the depths of Lingwu Mountains is true. There are actually thousand-year-old spiritual medicines in the habitat of the second-level fire python.

In addition to a thousand-year-old spiritual medicine, there are more than a dozen black pine ganoderma from 300 to 700 years old.

With the thousand-year spiritual medicine and the gallbladder of the second-level fire python, Shi Yue can buy the remaining auxiliary medicines to prepare the culture liquid.

Shi Yue carefully dug out a dozen black pine ganoderma and packed them in a wooden box, and the thousand-year-old black pine ganoderma was packed in a jade box.

After confirming that nothing was missed, Shi Yue turned around and walked out.

A quarter of an hour later, Shi Yue returned to the valley.

There are less than ten days left before the disciple-taking ceremony is over. According to the original plan, he was going to go back and sell the Baixiang Spirit Wine in the space. However, Shi Yue, who had tasted the sweetness, did not plan to return to Xianyuan City immediately. He planned to stay for two more days to see if he could find another thousand-year-old spiritual medicine.

He slapped the spiritual beast bag on his waist with his palm, and the Snow Cloud Marten flew out of it.

The Snow Cloud Marten circled around Shi Yue, looking at Shi Yue eagerly.

Shi Yue touched the head of the Snow Cloud Marten lovingly, took out a hundred-year-old spiritual medicine, and threw it on the ground.

The Snow Cloud Marten ate the hundred-year-old spiritual medicine in a few seconds.

It sniffed the air a few times with its nose, moved its limbs, and quickly jumped out of the valley.

The Fengling boots under Shi Yue's feet lit up with a green light, and his right foot lightly touched the ground, turning into a residual shadow and chasing after him.

Not long after, the man and the beast disappeared in the dense forest.

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Zhang Yang was born in a poor family and was once a servant of a wealthy family. By chance, he got a book of immortal cultivation secrets and became an immortal cultivator.

His aptitude was average, and he embarked on the immortal path relatively late. Zhang Yang, 35 years old this year, is only at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

After seeing the methods of immortal cultivators, Zhang Yang did not want to turn into a pile of dry bones in a hundred years. For this reason, after hearing that the five sects of the Tang Dynasty held a ceremony to accept disciples, he traveled thousands of miles to Xianyuan City.

At first, he wanted to join the Ancient Sword Sect, but he had no talent in swordsmanship, so the Ancient Sword Sect did not accept him. He did not know how to refine weapons, so he naturally could not join the Wind and Fire Sect.

In this way, only Taixu Sect and Wanshou Sect were left for him to choose.

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Yang chose Taixu Sect. Taixu Sect has three ways to accept disciples. Zhang Yang chose the last one, picking spiritual medicine in Lingwu Mountain Range.

Zhang Yang and five other cultivators who wanted to join the Taixu Sect formed a medicine-hunting team and entered the Lingwu Mountains to look for spiritual medicine.

After more than ten days of searching, Zhang Yang and his team found a lot of spiritual medicines, some of which were needed by the Taixu Sect, but the spiritual medicines they found were not enough to share, so they could only continue to look for spiritual medicines.

On this day, Zhang Yang and his team walked in a dense forest, and twelve eyes scanned back and forth in the dense forest, fearing that they would miss something.

"Hey, Golden Flame Ganoderma." Zhang Yang, who was walking in front, suddenly brightened his eyes and quickened his pace.

Not long after, Zhang Yang stopped in front of a towering tree. At the bottom of the towering tree, there was a palm-sized golden Ganoderma with some red spots similar to flames on it.

Zhang Yang carefully dug up the soil near the golden Ganoderma, dug out the golden Ganoderma, and packed it in a wooden box.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you are lucky! This golden flame fungus is a hundred years old! With this hundred-year-old golden flame fungus, you can join the Taixu Sect, and we will be fellow disciples in the future." A tall young man in a blue shirt said with a smile.

"This is all thanks to Fellow Daoist Song. Otherwise, with my cultivation level, I am not sure whether I can reach the depths of the Lingwu Mountains." Zhang Yang's face relaxed and said gratefully.

"Yes! If it weren't for Fellow Daoist Song, we would have died in the hands of monsters long ago." A woman in a red skirt nodded and agreed.

"Monsters are not the most dangerous. The most troublesome are those demon cultivators who kill people and steal treasures. Since Fellow Daoist Zhang has also picked the spiritual medicine needed by the Taixu Sect, let's go back quickly! This is the depths of the Lingwu Mountains. Maybe we will encounter those demon cultivators. It's better to leave early." The young man in a blue shirt shook his head and said with some worry.

After hearing this, the others did not object and turned to leave.

At this moment, a black light flew from a distance at a very fast speed.

"Be careful." The blue-shirted young man was startled and put his hand on the storage bag on his waist.

Seeing the black light flying over, Zhang Yang and the other five took out their magic weapons, their faces full of vigilance.

Not long after, the black light stopped in the void in front of Zhang Yang and others.

The black light was a black eagle about ten feet long, on which sat an old man with a thin face and black robe. Judging from the fluctuation of his magic power, he was a cultivator in the foundation-building period.

"Senior, is there anything I can help you with?" The blue-shirted young man had a bad premonition in his heart, and he stepped forward and asked carefully.

"You guys dare to enter the depths of Lingwu Mountain? You are too arrogant!" The black-robed old man said coldly, his voice a little hoarse.

"Junior also knows that his strength is limited, and he is preparing to leave." The blue-shirted young man replied respectfully.

"Well, before leaving, I want to borrow something from you?" The black-robed old man said seriously.

"What is it? If I have it, I will definitely meet your needs." The blue-shirted young man raised his eyebrows and said carefully.

The black-robed old man smiled and said with a smile: "I want your heads."

After speaking, his face turned cold, his sleeves shook, and a red short ruler flew out, and a spell was hit on it.

A red light flashed, and the red short ruler was divided into two, two into four, four into eight...

Not long after, hundreds of identical red short rulers suddenly emerged.

"Oh no, we've encountered a demon cultivator who kills people and steals treasures." The blue-shirted young man saw this scene, his face changed drastically, and he shouted hurriedly.

But before he could react, hundreds of red short rulers flew towards him.

The blue-shirted young man shook his sleeves, and a palm-sized blue shield flew out, and after it swelled in the wind, it flew around him.

At the same time, Zhang Yang and others also cast spells to resist, or threw out defensive talismans, or sacrificed defensive magic weapons.

With a scream, hundreds of red short rulers hit the blue shield, and the blue shield immediately broke apart, and the blue-shirted young man's body was pierced by dozens of red short rulers.

Screams rang out one after another, and Zhang Yang and the other five fell down one after another. Zhang Yang was the last one to fall. He covered the blood hole in his chest with his palm, and his face was full of horror.

Zhang Yang did not die immediately, but he was also dying...