This is the Death Knives Realm, a world where demons and ghosts live together.

Early in the morning, Zhou Xiaoman went out. It was not easy for a young sect like the Lingding Sect to have the opportunity to enter the Death Knives Realm. What's more, Zhou Xiaoman had just built a foundation for a while, and even in the Lingding Sect, he was just an inconspicuous inner disciple. This time he had the opportunity to enter the Death Knives Realm entirely because of Senior Sister Gu's care.

Zhou Xiaoman knew that for this matter, Senior Sister Gu was told a lot of gossip, and even the elders seemed to have complained. Fortunately, Senior Sister Gu was a rare genius in the Lingding Sect in a thousand years and was also the successor appointed by the head of the sect. Only then did she withstand these pressures and send herself to the death knives realm.

In order not to embarrass Senior Sister Gu, Zhou Xiaoman has been working very hard after coming to the Death Knives Realm. The Spiritual Ding Sect occupies south of the Wuhai in the Death Knives Realm, a place with abundant spiritual energy. With the means of cultivating spiritual grass and spiritual wood, he can also be regarded as a place among many sects. However, he has to hand over 30% of the income to Qianshan Sect for protection every year, so this small sect has been living a tight life.

Every day, Zhou Xiaoman would follow his senior brothers and sisters to Shenmu Mountain a hundred miles away to collect spiritual grass and water the spiritual wood. In order to prevent Senior Sister Gu from being talked about, Zhou Xiaoman, the youngest and lowest level, always gets up earlier than others, and all she wants is to avoid being pulled down by other senior brothers and sisters at the end of the month, and make people say that she was put in by Senior Sister Gu for personal gain...

After a busy day, the sky gradually darkened. Several senior brothers and sisters classified the collected spiritual herbs, and after they installed them with the natal spiritual tripods of the disciples of the Lingding Sect, they called Zhou Xiaoman, who was still looking for spiritual herbs.

"Senior brother and sister, you guys go back first. A few days ago when I was watering the spiritual wood, I saw a bird flying over from Nanshan with a black fog grass in her arms. I suspected that there was a place where black fog grass grew on the other side of Nanshan. I wanted to go and see..." Zhou Xiaoman wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his beautiful and fair face was a bit red.

"No, it's too late. There are often monsters in the Nanshan Mountain. If you run away alone, how can we explain to Senior Sister Gu if you encounter any danger?" The person who spoke was a steady-looking young man, who looked twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

"Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Wang, just let me go and have a look. There are not many spiritual herbs collected this month. By the end of the month, I am afraid that someone will be said to be able to come in again by Sister Gu's care..."

"Xiaoman, don't listen to those people gossiping. What do they know? In the past two years, you have been in the Death Knell Realm, got up earlier than anyone else and went to bed later than anyone else. We senior brothers and sisters all see it. Let them say what they like to say. Anyway, we don't think you are dragging anyone down..."

"Just take a look, a glance!"

The little girl stretched out a finger, her eyes full of prayers. The young man named Senior Brother Wang could not refuse cruelly. After hesitating, he nodded: "Okay, just take a look. You can wait here for a while, I'll call everyone."

"ah?"

"There is too dangerous on the other side of Nanshan. If you run away alone so late, everyone will be worried. Anyway, you just take a look and let's go together. If there is really a black fog grass growing in Nanshan, everyone won't have to worry about it at the end of the month..."

After saying that, Brother Wang did not allow Zhou Xiaoman to refuse. He called his junior brothers and sisters. After saying that, no one refused. After a brief tidy, everyone walked along the rugged mountain road and soon arrived at Nanshan. Nanshan is located deep in Shenmu Mountain. It is covered by thick yin energy all year round, and monsters and ghosts often appear. Usually, even disciples of the Lingding Sect rarely come here. Brother Wang

"Everyone, it's going to be dark."

Senior Brother Wang was walking in front of everyone holding a torch. When he was reminding everyone, he suddenly heard a scream from behind him.

"Senior Brother Wang, Senior Brother Wang, look there, where do you look!"

The person who exclaimed was Zhou Xiaoman. At this time, the girl was pulling the corner of Brother Wang's clothes while pointing at the stream dozens of feet away. The stream water flowed in the stream, and the soft moonlight sprinkled from the top of her head, reflecting a piece of silvery white.

And among the silvery white, a black figure floated by...

"What?" Senior Brother Wang was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened.

The disciples of the Lingding Sect are best at cultivating spiritual grass and spiritual woods. Of course, Brother Wang knew that the black fog grass often grows in places with rich yin energy. At night, it will turn into black fog and float around.

When the black fog grass grows for more than three hundred years, it will gradually breed human shapes in the yin energy. At night, it will float around like a black figure, and is often regarded as a wandering ghost.

And this is the Black Mist Grass King!

"Chasing!" Senior Brother Wang's eyes were hot. Even if it was just a leaf, it could at least get thousands of spirit stones. For a small sect like the Lingding Sect, this black fog grass king was enough to support one year's expenses.

There were about ten disciples of the Lingding Sect, all of whom were good at managing spiritual grass and spiritual wood. In just a moment, they used their natal spiritual cauldron to trap the Black Mist Grass King. Just when they were about to work together to collect it, Senior Brother Wang suddenly raised his hand: "Be careful!"

Sure enough, just as Senior Brother Wang finished speaking, a ferocious head suddenly poked out from the gurgling stream, opened his mouth and bit the black fog grass king...

"Go away!" Senior Brother Wang snorted coldly, and Zhenyuan activated his natal spiritual cauldron. He heard a loud "don't" sound. The natal spiritual cauldron collided with the hideous head, and suddenly a spark flew everywhere, and the natal spiritual cauldron flew hundreds of feet away in an instant...

However, this collision also knocked back the hideous head.

It was not until this time that everyone finally saw clearly that it was a giant crocodile demon, with a body of more than ten feet long, almost occupying half of the stream. Judging from the demonic energy emitted from the body, it was not far from the demon general. Several disciples of the Lingding Sect who were a little anxious just now suddenly burst into cold sweats. If it were not for Senior Brother Wang's reminder just now, they would have been in the belly of the giant crocodile demon...

"Fire Yuan Dan!" Senior Brother Wang waved his hand, took back his natal spiritual cauldron, pinched a magic trick, and three Fire Yuan Dans came out of his hand...

Suddenly, three fire elixirs turned into three flames, hitting heavily on the hideous head...
Chapter completed!