Beast Master Xuannv

After eating the meat skewers, Shuo Mu didn't know where he pulled out the handkerchief. He wiped the corners of his mouth and hands in a very gentlemanly way, and then threw it into the fire and burned it.

Que Ye said lightly: "Why don't you want such a good handkerchief?"

Shuo Mu was even calmer: "I never want to use the handkerchief."

Que Ye: "..." No wonder this guy doesn't want the handkerchief she wiped her face just now, because he dislikes it--!

The next step is to look for the diamond grass.

Phantom spirit beasts like heat, the lower strata of this place should be a source of volcanoes.

Diamond Grass likes coolness, so the two things are far apart, but with Qionglou around, the distance is not a problem.

A quarter of an hour later, Que Ye and the others arrived at a cemetery.

When the spirit beasts here have a premonition that their time is approaching, they will come here ahead of time and wait quietly for the arrival of death. Naturally, they will not dig a hole to bury themselves after death, so the bones are all in the open air.

The bones are dense, piled up into mountains, and the milky white beast-shaped soul body drifts unconsciously. This is a soul body that has not entered the underworld. If it died a tragic death in life, it is definitely a ghost.

It is indeed full of shadows and ghosts. The sky above this place is covered by dark clouds, and the sun has not been seen for many years. It is definitely the best place to enjoy the cool and leisurely in the hot summer---

Of course, the deepest part of the cemetery is also the most gloomy and cool place, where the diamond grass grows.

Que Ye and the others walked in swaggeringly. There was no other reason. With Qiong Lou, the top spirit beast, ghosts dared not come forward with any kind of soul body. very sensitive.

Otherwise, it is really not sure to break through the obstruction of this heavy ghost.

Finally, I saw a plant of Vajra Grass in the crevice of a pile of bones, like a flower but not a flower, like grass but not a grass.

Diamond grass is the size of plantain, and there is a bead at the top that looks like a bodhi seed, which is very hard.

Que Ye dug it out, this kind of grass can't be pulled out without digging its roots, King Kong, it really has enough strength, and its roots are deep and stable.

After a closer look, the corner of Que Ye's mouth twitched, the name Vajra Grass is really correct, the bead at the top of it is a diamond.

A piece of grass can also grow diamonds... Sure enough, the softer things should not be underestimated, just like the bean sprout-like god next to her.

The small body of the Great God exuded the aura of a noble lord, even without Qiong Lou by his side, those ghosts would not dare to get close.

Que Ye turned to look at Shuo Mu: "What's the use?"

Shuo Mu: "The Vajra Grass and Phantom Spirit Heart can be quenched together with fire."

Que Ye rolled his eyes: "Is it that easy? Is it that simple?"

Shuo Mu had no expression on his face, but an expressionless face was more terrifying than a fierce spirit. As soon as his lips moved, Que Ye immediately said, "Okay, I'll do as I do...it can be done with ordinary fire? I'm not qualified enough to sacrifice Sanweizhen fire."

Shuo Mu: "Cheng, I've thought about this a long time ago, it's the most suitable method for you to find the sword."

Que Ye lightly recited a tactic, and the palm of his hand was immediately wrapped in a circle of open fire, with the grass in his left hand and the heart in his right.

After a while, the diamond grass was burned to ashes. The diamond grass is afraid of heat and cannot stand fire, so it burns immediately when it touches the fire. Que Ye raised his eyebrows. It turned out to be a pirated diamond. These days, there are so many pirated things..."

In comparison, Huan Lingxin is much more resistant to burning, but no matter how stubborn the stone is, Que Ye has to grind it round.

At the time of the three sticks of incense, Huan Ling's heart changed.

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