Waste wood knows everything

Raising grass for a thousand days and using grass for a while is probably what I said.

Siran thought that this ghost grass would know how to change its appearance every day, whether it was a colorful Marysu or a colorful black, but I didn't expect that this little guy had evolved this ability quietly .

Not only can it transform into jerky, but it can also pretend to be a small weapon. The scope of work is quite large.

After the counterfeit little round bead transformed by the ghost grass appeared, even the little round bead itself didn't find anything abnormal, let alone the green-haired monk.

His twisted and weird face shook, and there was obvious joy on his face. He tightened his hand holding the bottle, and with the other hand, he took out a weird spiritual weapon from his bosom and swept it at the little ball in front of him. He murmured: "You, the weapon spirit, can be regarded as coming out——"

He threw the spiritual weapon in his hand, grabbed it with lightning speed, and firmly held the small round bead in the palm of his hand. The smile on the corner of his mouth widened, and veins appeared on the back of his hand.

The small ball itself emits a faint light. The green-haired monk looked at the light leaking from his fingers. After a while, he suddenly stuffed the whole counterfeit small ball into his mouth!

"Hey!" The genuine Little Yuanzhu, who was watching the whole process in the Hall of Listening Immortals, let out an exclamation, "He actually, actually eats the spirit!"

"The forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds. It's a good thing you didn't go out. Otherwise, even if you can't digest it, it would be disgusting." Siran was also surprised by the green-haired monk's genius, "Don't worry, this The bead was disguised by my contracted spirit plant, the body is a piece of kelp, the problem is not—"

Before finishing the words "not a big problem", the green-haired monk, who was still complacent after swallowing the counterfeit small ball, suddenly froze.

He closed his mouth tightly, as if trying to endure some instinctive impulse, his cheeks were twisted strangely due to the twitching of his facial muscles, his face was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum, and at the end his neck was stung, he couldn't help it , There was a burst of violent vomiting when he opened his mouth.

"vomit--"

Pools of foul-smelling unknown objects spewed out from the mouth, yellow-brown ones splashed all over the ground, and some slowly dripped down the corners of the green-haired monk's mouth, and more were spewed onto the ground, gathering into A lump of something that smells bad.

The things transformed by the ghost grass have never followed the conservation of volume. It can turn into a big red flower or a string of small white flowers.

Although the green-haired monk only swallowed one counterfeit small ball, the vomit was indeed like a torrent of river water, especially continuous.

Siran didn't expect this kind of development, the corner of his mouth twitched and asked Gui Micao: "You did it?"

Guimicao happily shook his whiskers: "Hey... new ability ~continuous change~"

Siran: "..."

Siran held up the ghost grass and taught in pain: "Don't change into this kind of thing in the future, okay? Does this thing meet your taste? If you want to stick to your own aesthetics, can't you just know?"

A good plant of grass is supposed to have a unique taste, how can you learn to change it?

Where did you study?Was it fertilized when it was planted in the ground before?

The situation was too tragic, and the sword cultivators around were silent.

Liu Sirui's face was full of disgust, even mixed with a little bit of sympathy: "Just now that was an artifact spirit from the secret realm? Why did it turn into... excrement after swallowing it?"

"What excrement, you still said it so elegantly," Xie Rongqing snorted, and looked at the green-haired monk with disgust, "This is clearly—"

"Stop talking," Lan Yi Jianxiu covered his face, "It's not easy for him, don't irritate him... Poof."

Little Yuanzhu was also stunned and murmured: "Your Lingzhi is too powerful, it's too tragic to kill people without nodding your head..."

In an atmosphere mixed with laughter and disgust, the green-haired monk finally finished spitting out the stench from his mouth.

He looked completely crazy, his eyes popped out, his face was almost out of control with rage, his whole body was shaking, he couldn't even maintain his spiritual power, and his veins were so swollen that they almost exploded.

After this happened, no one could keep their sanity.

The green-haired monk roared sharply: "How dare you play me! I want you to die!"

If he could still think, he would definitely realize that he would never be able to defeat these sword cultivators in front of him alone.

It's a pity that at this time he has completely fallen into madness, his fingers tightly squeezed the bottle containing the wild sea water, his joints creaked, and when he kicked the ground, he suddenly rushed straight!

During the movement, the bottle that had been unscrewed was shaken, and the black liquid in it was about to splash out——

Surprised: "Be careful!"

This distance is not too far away for monks.

I saw Yun Mo's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the green-haired monk in an instant. With a wave of the black sword in his hand, it brought out a light like the rising sun. The gorgeous golden color was extremely sharp, and hit the monk directly. The sword energy entered the human chest, instantly smashing the meridians in his body to pieces!

The green-haired monk let out a mournful wail, his eyes were full of extreme hatred, and the next second he clenched his molars tightly, as if he was about to pull a group of backs when he was about to die, and he tried his best to force the bottle in his hand. fling!

At the critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the darkness.

No one noticed when Wu Ying appeared, only saw him flash in front of the green-haired monk like an erratic ghost, grabbed the bottle that flew out, and flashed to the green-haired monk by the way Behind his back, the handle of the knife in his hand went straight into his heart.

The next second, he leaned back under the big tree again, slowly wiping the blade.

The green-haired monk's eyes widened, filled with disbelief, and the scars running through his chest were an ominous dark purple. His body fell from midair to the ground, and after a plop, there was no more sound.

The dagger in Wu Ying's hand was obviously poisoned, and the meridians in his body were crushed, which provided a double guarantee of death.

"Sure enough, it's a magician."

Wu Ying raised her eyelids, took a closer look at the dark brown bottle in her hand, and didn't see anything. Then, she curled her lips, picked up the bottle cap and screwed it on, and casually tossed it towards Siran.

Siran raised his hand to catch this precious bottle.

Before he could thank me, he saw Wu Ying rubbing his hands and walking over with a sincere smile: "Well... If you want to thank me, can you increase the probability of drawing treasures?"

Wu Ying didn't know how long she had been hiding in the dark, so it's not surprising to guess the relationship between Siran and this mysterious artifact spirit.

Siran was deeply impressed by this non-chief who is comparable to a sword cultivator. Hearing him make this request, he hesitated and said, "This... why don't you just say what you want? I'll ask the little... Qi Ling to see if it has any ..."

"Don't, what's the point of giving it directly," Wu Ying waved her hand, "Actually, I don't lack treasures, I just want to feel what it's like to be informed by the golden light in the secret realm."

Siran reconfirmed: "Really? Just increase the probability? Ten times, okay?"

Wu Ying was overjoyed, remembering to control her expression, not laughing too happily, coughed twice: "Okay, of course."

Since someone does not believe in evil and really thinks that the probability up is real, what else can he do?Of course it is for him.

Xie Rongqing at the side persuaded him based on the thoughts of someone who came here: "This fellow Taoist, sometimes, the probability is all false, and only the treasure in your hand is real, true."

Wu Ying glanced at him, and didn't care: "It's okay, the probability is ten times higher, there are so many days left in this secret realm, how can it be..."

Xie Rongqing: "..."

Some people won't understand it until they experience the beatings in reality.

Siran greeted Xiao Yuanzhu, which increased Wu Ying's chances of drawing treasures by ten times.

He looked at the bottle in his hand and felt that this thing was really troublesome. He wanted to stuff it into the storage bag, but when he thought of the mess in his storage bag, he felt a little dangerous.

In the end, the bottle was handed over to Yun Mo for safekeeping.

Siran felt that in this world, he was most at ease with Yun Mo.

On the ground, the green-haired monk's body was still bubbling with blood, but after a while, it seemed that because of the death of his body, his disguise also disappeared, wisps of devilish energy escaped from the wound, and was immediately killed Xiao Yuanzhu screamed and smashed them all with the power of listening to the fairyland.

Little Yuanzhu couldn't believe it: "It's really a demon cultivator! My God, haven't they all been driven to the end of the wild sea? They even escaped to the realm of comprehension?"

Si Ran was puzzled: "There are also demon cultivators in the fairy world?"

Little Yuanzhu was even more puzzled: "Didn't Moxiu come from the fairy world?"

"But he is a 'Xiu', just like people in the cultivation world cultivate demon cultivators." Siran rubbed his chin, "If he really came from the fairy world, shouldn't he be called...uh, Moxian?"

Little Yuanzhu said: "Because Moxiu is not well received by the fairy world, whether it is ancient or ordinary, they think they are not worthy of the name of immortal, so they are called Xiu... Well, to be honest, they are called Moxian It's not impossible."

Siran raised his forehead: "Farewell, let's call him Moxiu, it's very good."

I don't know if it was because of the demonic cultivator, but as the demonic energy dissipated, a strange black fire ignited on the corpse, and his robe and storage bag were burned to ashes.

And among the ashes, there was a boxy white object that remained in place. Even the storage bag made of special materials was burned in the black fire, but this object was completely unaffected.

No one dared to touch the square white blocks, Xie Rongqing frowned and asked, "What is this?"

Before Siran checked the treasure book, he heard Xiao Yuanzhu exclaimed: "Wow, this, this is actually Hongchenyu, the most mysterious fairy artifact in the legendary fairy world!"

Suddenly paused: "Red dust jade?"

"I finally know why that green hair used the spirit weapon to seize the fairyland," Xiao Yuanzhu's voice sounded a little sighing, "the red dust jade contains a lot of laws, it is a very magical fairy weapon, but After the Great War in the Immortal Realm, most of the laws of the world of mortals were destroyed, that person probably wanted to use the remaining laws of Lingxian to repair the Dao of the world of mortals, and take the opportunity to control it."

Siran looked at the pure Hongchen jade on the ground: "Does it also have a weapon spirit?"

"Yes, but because the Hongchen Jade is severely damaged, Qi Ling often falls into a deep sleep..."

Little Yuanzhu paused suddenly, and soon she was very pleasantly surprised: "Hey, it seems to have woken up, I'm going to talk to it!"

It is rare for it to meet a normal kind, and it was so happy that it leaned over, and after a while, it said happily: "Hongchenyu said, it is very grateful to you, so I want to give you a gift."

Siran immediately said: "Wait, don't worry, you first ask what it is."

He knew that the brain circuit of this group of wits was different from that of ordinary people, just like cats often give away dead mice to their owners. The cats thought it was a great gift, but the owner was very devastated.

The gift in the mouth of this tool spirit is probably also unusual.

Xiao Yuanzhu paused for a while, as if to inquire about the spirit of the Hongchen Jade, and said softly after a while: "The Hongchen Jade is a fairy weapon that attacks the mind, it is good at exploiting the fear in people's hearts, and it also has peeping memories. It has the effect of disrupting reality, it has special space-time laws, and besides attacking, it also has several special powers."

Siran was still worried about that "gift": "Then what does it want to give?"

"It said that the best gift is self-improvement," Xiao Yuanzhu said, "It said it will help all of you to face the fear in your heart, and at the same time review the memories of the past, grow through experiences, and experience pain. Zhongshenghua, turn all the past into the driving force to face the future!"

Siran: "..."

This tool spirit is quite cultured.

However, the "face fear" and "sublimation of pain" don't sound like a good thing.

Just as he was about to refuse, the Hongchen Jade on the ground suddenly emitted a violent white light. The seven people present were engulfed by the white light.

"Ah," Little Yuanzhu's last voice came from far away, "It said that it was too injured and was going to sleep again, so hurry up and give you the gift before going to bed, and let me bring a word."

In this strong attraction, Yun Mo immediately grabbed Siran's hand, brought him into his arms and clasped him firmly, Siran held Yun Mo with his backhand, and his whole body seemed to be tumbling in a front-loading washing machine The illusion: "What words?"

Little Yuanzhu: "It said——You're welcome!"

Siran: "..."

If it wasn't for being grabbed by Yun Mo, he would really like to give his middle finger to the piece of Hongchen jade on the ground before he was completely sucked in.

The world was spinning for a while, the scene in front of him changed rapidly, and the front-loading washing machine turned on the spinning mode. Si Ran felt like a spinning top, spinning all the circles of his life.

After finally stepping on the ground, his whole body was still tightly hugged by Yun Mo, and all the bones in his body were aching from being hooped.

There was a sound of landing beside him, one, two, three, four, five, plus the two of them, the seven people who were sucked in landed on the same place.

Yun Mo let go of Siran, still holding him with his left hand, and the ink sword with the other hand, looking around vigilantly.

Except for the half-assed cultivators like Siran, the other six people were immediately on alert.

With the long sword in front of him, Liu Sirui took a step towards Siran, feeling extremely depressed: "What is that green hair doing? After death, he has to cheat people? Where is this? Illusion?"

The surroundings were pitch black, but there was some light left where the few of them were standing. This looked extremely strange, as if except for the small area where they were, the surrounding area was nothingness, and even the light could not penetrate it. go in.

"The square piece of jade on the ground just now is a fairy artifact called Hongchen Jade," Si Ran explained briefly, "Listening to the fairyland artifact spirit said that the green hair was trying to control the Hongchen Jade, and the Hongchen Jade Artifact thanked us, so brought us here."

Liu Sirui immediately became interested: "Thank you? Could it be some kind of ancient inheritance? Or there are many treasures hidden?"

"Neither of them," Siran said with a blank expression, "It seems to help us face our fears, review the past, and better face the future."

Liu Sirui: "...what?"

Siran was a little flustered by the darkness, and hurriedly poked the treasure book: "What's the situation with this Hongchen jade? It shouldn't be ironic, right? A gift with double quotation marks?"

The treasure book went online slowly: [People's weapons and spirits are all very simple, okay? If it's a gift, it's a gift. It's absolutely unambiguous.Hongchen Jade can show the fear in everyone's heart. Many monks failed to cross the tribulation later. What is it, can't you prepare it in advance? 】

Siran glanced around: "What about these seven people, why are they showing fear, come one by one?"

Baoshu asked back: "Otherwise? 】

"Fear is a very personal thing, right?" Siran didn't understand, "I have to come to a private room, isn't it a bit shabby like this?"

Treasure Book: [In Hongchen Jade's current state, it probably needs to save its strength, and I will open a private room for you after the memory reappears later. It will be settled in the hall now. Anyway, I am here, and Hongchen Jade has the most It can only peep into the superficial fear in your heart, don't worry. 】

Siran: "..."

It's not a matter of worrying or not, peeping into the fear deep in other people's hearts is a bad thing in the first place.

Baoshu comforted: [Besides, the law of mortal jade is broken into what it is now, and I don’t know how many layers of strength it can display. Maybe it can only show the shallowest fear... Tsk, you will know when the time comes . 】

The vast void-like darkness in front of him gradually began to slowly dissipate.

There seems to be light in the shadows, and something is slowly condensing out of it.

Taking advantage of this time, Siran explained the matter to others with some headaches. Before everyone could complain, the condensate in the darkness finally showed its form.

Wu Ying squatted on the ground alone, and said quietly: "So this is to spread out everyone's fears one by one for everyone to comment on? Then this Hongchenyu has a unique taste in gifts... eh? What the hell is this? "

As the darkness dissipated, what appeared in front of them... was a wooden table.

On the table, there is a strangely shaped square object with a pitch-black screen made of a special material and a big buttocks behind it. It looks like a big cube as a whole.

On the screen at the front of the cube, countless snowflakes lit up. After Wu Ying's question, the snowflakes gradually disappeared, and a black and white image appeared on the screen. It seemed to be a piece of land, and a well suddenly appeared in the center.

jingle bell bell -

A voice came from nowhere suddenly, with a long tail, echoing in this empty space.

Siran: "..."

Siran stared at the ancient TV in front of him, listening to the familiar ringtone of the landline, watching the very familiar picture on the TV screen, and fell into a deep silence.

Baoshu: [Hahahahahaha—let me just say it, that Hongchen jade can only peek into superficial fear, alas, it seems that the psychological shadow that the X bell at midnight gave you was not small, I still remember it hahaha! 】

Siran strongly retorted: "How is that possible? It's just a horror movie. I have read countless movies. How could I be afraid of a horror movie!"

Baoshu: [Facts speak louder than words!Superficial fear is also fear, just admit it! 】

It has to be said that the atmosphere created by Hongchenyu is still extremely good.

The bursts of ethereal ringtones, coupled with the sudden appearance of the TV in the dark, coupled with the stagnant but inexplicably chilling picture inside the TV, the horror effect is first-rate.

Liu Sirui touched the goosebumps floating on his body: "What are these four things?"

With so many people present, Siran didn't feel how scared he was, and said, "This... well, this is a photo stone with a special shape. If you look at the picture on it, what you see is the recorded picture."

"So, this is your fear?" Wu Ying raised her eyebrows, "What is this? A well?"

How could this group of cultivators who had never watched horror movies know how scary Miss Sadako was, so they couldn't help but said, "There are things crawling out of this well, have you heard of folk horror stories? It's the kind—"

While speaking, there was a rustling sound.

At the mouth of the lonely well on the TV screen, a dark mass suddenly appeared.

At first, Siran thought it was Miss Sadako's smooth long hair, but soon he realized that he was wrong, and it was very wrong.

At the mouth of the well, two thick and long whiskers popped out of it with a shake.

Immediately, two sturdy, long legs belonging to arthropods came up, with barbs standing on them, and a group of constantly moving mouthparts swayed left and right. The huge cockroach bit by bit, and finally the whole body Crawled out from the mouth of the well and started marching towards the screen.

Siran: "..."

Siran subconsciously squeezed Yun Mo's hand tightly.

The giant cockroach, like Miss Sadako, slowly and firmly put its front feet on the TV screen, and with a flick of its tentacles, it crawled out half of its body.

There are dark brown patterns on its huge head, it trembled, aimed at Siran, and firmly pulled the whole body out of the TV——

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" Si Ran shrank behind Yun Mo, almost out of fear, grabbing Yun Mo's clothes and trembling, "Don't come here, I didn't watch the videotape of your cockroach family, don't come here Ahhh!"

Yun Mo: "..."

Yun Mo sighed softly, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, the golden light directly split the giant cockroach and the TV behind it into two.

The surrounding void darkness slowly spread up, engulfing the wreckage in front of him bit by bit, the feared thing has been destroyed, and Siran's fear has been broken.

Everyone present looked at each other, Liu Sirui asked in a low voice: "What is this?"

Si Ran choked up and said, "Maybe... a midnight cockroach."

Woohoo, his fear merged, it was really scary.

However, no one present could empathize with Siran's inner fear.

Also, fear is a very personal existence, and everyone has different fears.

However, from this mysterious midnight cockroach, everyone also noticed that the Hongchen Jade's presentation of inner fear... seemed to be a bit different from what they had imagined.

After the cockroaches disappeared at midnight, the surrounding darkness has not dissipated for a long time, maintaining a pitch-black appearance and motionless.

Siran finally recovered from the fear of the giant Sadako cockroach, looked at the surroundings that hadn't changed, and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong? It's stuck?"

A moment of silence.

Wu Ying, who had been squatting next to him for a long time, suddenly stood up.

He stretched his waist, drew out the dagger at his side, stepped into the darkness, swayed around, and swiped at the void a few times at random. In an instant, the darkness slowly disappeared.

"It's probably my fear," Wu Ying shrugged her shoulders as she walked back, "Darkness is quite scary, isn't it?"

"Are you serious?" Xie Rongqing felt that the Hongchen Jade was getting more and more unreliable, "Didn't you keep shrinking in the shadows?"

Wu Ying said confidently: "When I was young, I was also afraid of the dark, it's fine."

Xie Rongqing: "..."

This also counts! ?

That darkness really belonged to Wu Ying's childhood fear.

When he walked into the darkness, it was tantamount to facing the fear he once had.

As the darkness dissipated, soon, something slowly condensed in front of him.

Everyone had some understanding of the fear presented by Hongchenyu, and they were not as nervous as they were at the beginning. Instead, they had a mentality of watching a show, waiting for the next fear to appear.

This time, it's a storage bag.

One has a simple shape, which is obviously the simplest storage bag that buys one and gets one free on the street.

It is obviously the same shape as the storage bags of the five swordsmen present.

The storage bag appeared just a few steps away, and he paused for a moment, feeling that his fear had already appeared, and it was not too dangerous to go forward, so he walked over, picked up the storage bag, and looked back and forth. No abnormalities were found.

He probed his spiritual power into it again, and it was empty, with nothing in it.

Siran raised his head and wondered: "An empty storage bag...whose fear is this? No, how can this be considered fear?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, the five sword cultivators present all froze slightly.

Liu Sirui's emotions were obvious, and he even took a breath, his eyes showed horror, and said in a trembling voice: "Okay, so scary!"

Siran: "..."

Siran: "???"

The author has something to say: Siran (confused): Is there something wrong with your sword cultivators? ? ?