The personal security of the beautiful president

Chapter 1472: Lightning Strike Grass

Just as the two were sharing things, there was a sound of exclamation in the mist not far away.

"Brother Ding, it's the Thunderbolt Grass that appeared!"

Ding Zhe's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed towards the source of the voice.

Sure enough, a figure in front of him was pointing at a stone tablet in the middle.

Ding Zhe narrowed his eyes, and vaguely saw a plant more than one foot long, shaking.

"Hiss~ Is this the Lightning Strike Grass?"

He walked forward involuntarily and observed the plant with the monks.

The whole body of the plant exudes colorful rays of light, flowing back and forth, as thick as fingers, and full of rhythm.

It looks like the waist of a dancing girl, which is pleasing to the eye.

Its roots are rooted in the middle of the stele, and the seven forks are evenly distributed on the one-foot-long stem, and a bone flower is formed at the top, which seems to be about to open.

The whole plant was completely surrounded by a layer of faint aura, faintly exuding multicolored light.

"What a lightning strike grass!" Ding Zhe couldn't help sighing.

Immediately, he looked at the monks around him again.

I saw that these monks all stared wide-eyed, staring straight at Lei Jiancao in a daze, without blinking their eyelids.

"Hurry up! Wait a minute! This lightning strike herb has passed the tribulation!"

Finally, someone in the crowd shouted.

Sure enough, there seemed to be lightning flashing at the buds of the Thunderbolt Grass.

Ding Zhe was surprised to find that the buds of the Thunder Strike Grass actually contained a powerful thunder attribute power.

And the position of the stamen, it seems that there is a doll the size of a grain of rice, sleeping.

The whole body of the doll was transparent, exuding a divine aura.

"It turns out that this lightning strike grass has already given birth to spiritual wisdom, no wonder no one can get it, and if it succeeds in crossing the catastrophe today, I'm afraid it will never be seen again!" Ding Zhe secretly said.

He was moved.

Such a good treasure of heaven and earth, even a saint would feel uncomfortable seeing it, let alone these low-level monks.

"Everyone, the Lightning Strike Grass is about to bloom, but before it blooms, no one is allowed to move." A monk at the front suddenly turned around and glared at the people behind him.

"Since you are all here to obtain the Lightning Strike Grass, each will use his own means for a while, but I would like to advise you to do what you can!"

He said the words "do what we can" very emphatically.

Ding Zhe took three steps back to show that he did not intend to compete for the Thunderbolt Grass.

Immediately afterwards, several people retreated, but their thoughts were unknown.

"Brother Ding, are you really not going to fight?" Sheng Hua asked in a low voice.

"I'm afraid it's useless to fight with your life." Ding Zhe said in a deep voice: "Look at these people, all of them are not weak in cultivation. As the saying goes, 'people make money, birds die for food', and when the critical moment comes, they will definitely work hard. "

"Then... let's forget it?" Sheng Hua asked unwillingly.

"As long as this kind of baby has spirituality, when it matures, some will choose the master and act according to circumstances."

Now Ding Zhe doesn't lack the means of attack, but who would dislike him for having more abilities?

Although this lightning strike grass is not the top treasure, in the eyes of these monks, it is a rare spiritual grass.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many monks who spent so many years trying to strike the grass with lightning, and some of them even took their lives.

At some point, there was no thunder in the air, which meant that the restrictions here had begun to relax.

Everyone just stood there, silently waiting for the buds of the Thunderstrike Grass to fully open.

Finally, the buds opened up again, and the doll in the middle seemed to have turned over, and its figure was also bigger than before.

But the monks around seemed to turn a blind eye and waited quietly.

More and more people gathered around, waiting for that moment to come.

The atmosphere at the scene was a little tense, and even Ding Zhe couldn't help swallowing.

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder came faintly, which indicated that the restriction here had passed the safety limit.

"No, the restriction is about to be reopened!" Someone said in surprise.

At this moment, most of the buds of the Thunderstrike Grass have bloomed, and it will take at least half an hour for them to fully mature.

"What the hell, I can't wait!"

Someone moved, took a step forward, and reached out to grab the lightning strike grass.

However, someone shot quickly behind him, and ended his life with just one knife.

"I said before that the Thunder Strike Grass is not yet mature, so no one can touch it!"

However, his words were like farting, and three people shot at the same time behind him.

Before he raised his knife to kill, the people around suddenly rushed up and rushed straight to the stone tablet.

However, just as these people approached, the lightning strike grass on the stele suddenly flew into the air, making these people fly away.

"Not good! This lightning strike herb escapes!"

With a loud shout, everyone moved.

No one wants to miss a hard-won opportunity.

Even Ding Zhe moved half an inch under his feet, but he still held back.

It is obviously not a wise move to compete with so many people.

Once he becomes the target of public criticism, his life is in danger.

Therefore, he hastily pulled Shenghua and continued to retreat.

"Brother Ding, you..."

Sheng Hua looked at Ding Zhe in puzzlement.

"Don't worry, let the Thunderbolt Grass fly for a while."

However, the other monks didn't think so. They saw the Thunderbolt Grass flying into the air, and one by one hurriedly flew up to grab the Thunderbolt Grass at the same time.

However, Lei Zhencao's action was too fast, and he didn't give everyone a chance at all.

"Boom!"

The thunder in the air became louder and louder, accompanied by bursts of white light, as if it could strike at any time.

However, the monks kept chasing the Thunderbolt Grass as if nothing had happened.

The Thunderbolt Grass seemed to have eyes all over its body, completely leaving them behind.

"Second Senior Brother, I'll go ahead and intercept!"

"Tenth Brother, quickly use the secret treasure!"

"Don't rob me of anyone, or you will be killed without mercy!"

"..."

A group of monks yelled and started an unusual chase in the mist without slowing down.

Ding Zhe took Shenghua and hid aside to watch the fun. Shenghua carefully watched the trajectory of the lightning strike grass, as if trying to grasp some patterns.

But Ding Zhe is different. He doesn't pay attention to the route of the lightning strike grass, but cares about the changes in the surrounding environment.

The thunder is getting louder, and there are already thunder strikes, although the power is not great, but there is a tendency to increase.

"Time is running out, and success or failure is in the blink of an eye." Ding Zhe made his own judgment.

But he still didn't move, but was ready to go, ready to shoot at any time.

"Crack!"

A bolt of lightning struck down, hitting a cultivator who was chasing him in the air.

With a scream, he fell from the air, his whole body scorched black.

"Not good! The ban has been restored!"

However, it was too late when other monks found out.

As thunder after thunder fell, many monks were recruited one after another.

In the blink of an eye, [-]% of the cultivators fighting for the Lightning Strike Grass lost.

Moreover, this number is still increasing rapidly.

"Brother Ding, you can't stay here, or we're all in danger!"

But seeing Ding Zhe's face turned serious, he said sharply, "You go up first, I'll grab the Thunderbolt Grass!"