Zhou Shu nodded, "The big island owner is not on the island now, and the port is in a mess again, so there is no better time."

The Witch of Peace calmed down, "What should I do now, Zhou Shu?"

Zhou Shu said in a deep voice, "Go to the town and put away all the ghost moss first."

"All, do you know how many there are?"

The witch stopped and said, "I'm afraid it can be filled with tens of thousands of miles in a radius. It's good that I can take a half. I don't know if it will have any impact. Why not just destroy it?"

Zhou Shu said calmly, "Don't worry about this, I'll take it, just control the Golden Immortal and help."

How could it be destroyed? One of the most important purposes of his stay here is to take these toxic mosses away no matter what.

"All right."

The witch nodded, still wondering how Zhou Shu should take away so much of the Netherworld Poison Moss.

The two of them came to Town No. 1 like the wind.

When the Jinxian guarding the crypt saw the two of them and was about to say something, the witch smiled slightly. He immediately changed his face and said with a flattering look, "Master, what do you need me to do? You can do anything."

Zhou Shu said in a relaxed voice, "Come all the golden immortals here, hurry up."

The Golden Immortal didn't even look at Zhou Shu, as if he didn't exist. The witch whispered, "Go quickly, find all the Golden Immortals, and then come down."

“Yes, master.”

The Golden Immortal went there immediately.

Zhou Shu shook his head and went straight into the entrance of the cave, "Zhou Shu, do you think you are me?" The witch chuckled and followed.

This was the first time he entered the underground, and Zhou Shu was shocked, "So many."

The thousands of miles in front of me were covered with dense dark poison moss. They had basically entered the maturity stage. The rhizomes kept swaying, like flexible tentacles, as if they were aware of Zhou Shu and the Witch. All the rhizomes turned in direction and reached towards them.

The rhizomes are like extended arms, rising and falling like waves, and they are indescribably weird.

"It's all so big. When I first saw it, I wasn't that big or so dense..."

The witch covered her mouth without realizing it, shook her head in surprise, "It has become like this in the past few hundred years, just like in the underworld."

"Yes, besides the flesh and blood of immortals..." Zhou Shu's eyes were filled with excitement, "There must be something to assist them in their survival here."

He remembered that Aster said that the living conditions of the Nether Poison Moss were extremely harsh. They could only live in some small realms within the underworld, and they could only reproduce and grow in their own realms. Once they left the realm, unless there was a constant supply of immortal flesh or a large amount of fairy spirit energy, they would wither and shrink quickly, and turn into something like dry moss.

The Nether Poison Moss here has lived for more than 300 years, growing stronger and stronger. The only thing that can cause this situation is that the origin core of a certain world in the underworld is also here, which makes this Black Shawu have a living environment in the underworld. These Nether Poison Moss can continue to reproduce and grow. The key can never grow into such a large tribe with the flesh and blood of the immortals alone.

As for the aura of immortal spirit, Heishawu does not have it, and I have never seen any true immortal golden immortal in the town use the immortal stone formation to feed these dark poison moss.

After Zhou Shu understood this, what he wanted the most was the core of the origin and these ghost poison mosses.

As long as the demon refining pot swallows and fuses the origin of that world, it can swallow and fuse these countless dark poison mosses and gain their power. So many dark poison mosses, plus countless immortal flesh and blood for three hundred years, Zhou Shu saw this huge resource, how could he miss it?

The Nether Poison Moss can destroy Wufang City, but it can also be used to strengthen itself.

Zhou Shu always stood on the side of Wufang City, unwilling to throw himself into Heishawu and did not want Heishawu to win. Even if he took risks for this, the biggest reason was this.

The witch obviously noticed it and said suspiciously, "Why do you look so excited?"

Zhou Shu smiled and said frankly, "The goal is about to be halfway through. Are you not excited?"

The witch frowned, "My goal? It's just the beginning. If I hadn't met you, who would have known what was going on."

At this time, more than a dozen golden immortals walked down and saluted in front of the witch together, with a very respectful expression.

The witch became nervous and glanced at Zhou Shu, "Hurry, what are you going to do?"

Zhou Shu raised his sleeve and a white mist gushed out quickly, floating and gathering in the air, slowly forming a gate dozens of feet high.

It was actually a square, but the white mist in the middle was slightly thin and looked the same as the door.

"Zhou Shu, what are you doing?"

The witch was stunned, shocked and suspicious. She tried to find out the inner part of the white mist, but with her ability, she gained nothing, and she couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

Zhou Shu said calmly, "Let them throw all the Nether Poison Moss into the door, and don't worry about the others."

"Is it a law of space to throw it into the door?"

The witch seemed to have some enlightenment and said in a deep voice, "Hurry up, collect all the ghost moss and throw it into the white door."

“Yes, master.”

The golden immortals went away.

Agile, but it looks a little unnatural.

No wonder, from their eyes, it seems that a strange little flower grew there. The flower covered their original minds. Now they are no longer themselves, but just puppets that are ordered by the witch.

More than a dozen golden immortals took action together, and even the dark poison moss that were thousands of miles apart could be cleaned up quickly.

What's more, these golden immortals were not afraid of the Nether Poison Moss sucking them. Even though their bodies were covered with rhizomes of Nether Poison Moss, they still rushed into the Nether Poison Moss pile without hesitation. It was not that they didn't care about being sucked in flesh, but that they only had the orders of the witch in their eyes.

A cluster of dark poisonous moss was thrown towards the white gate, but no one was found on the other side.

Seeing countless Nether Poison Moss disappearing in front of him, the golden immortals felt nothing, but the witch widened his eyes.

"Zhou Shu, aren't this the Immortal House Ring or Taotie Dao?"

"No, it's another magic weapon."

"What magic weapon?"

"You may know in the future, but it's not possible yet."

Zhou Shu smiled slightly and refused the witch to continue curious.

The witch lowered her head and pursed her lips, as if she was thinking about something. She looked up at Zhou Shu from time to time, as if she didn't know each other.

Could it be that Zhou Shu has just begun to show his strength now, is he a true immortal, and how many secrets he has hidden?

Forget it, it’s useless to think about it. All you can know is that Utan is not wrong. Planting real Brahmasan silk in him is definitely the right choice. I just hope that my choice is not wrong. Maybe only by working with him can you really get what I want.

Less than a hundred breaths.

The originally dense dark poison moss was gone, and the ground was empty, but strangely, there was still a strange aura similar to the dark poison moss.

Zhou Shu tried to explore the source of the breath, but as soon as his spiritual consciousness approached a little, it was swallowed up completely.
Chapter completed!