41 Hantan Lingcao

Wang Fan was killed by Zhao Yi and had to escape to a dark hole.

Fortunately, the torch he prepared had not been lost. He groped to light it and saw the scene in front of him. The dark cave stretched down as if it could reach the ground all the time. He thought for a moment and felt that there was basically no chance to escape from the cave guarded by the tarantula. At least not now. It's better to explore the hole while there is still a torch. The hole.

The cave was very deep. At first, he could still see the sand, slowly turning into soil, and finally turning into rock. He walked for a long time. Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly saw a little light.

He was overjoyed, walked for a moment, turned a few turns, and suddenly felt enlightened.

A small stone cave appeared in front of him, but strangely, there was a clear pool in the cave. The pool exuded a faint coldness and invaded the human soul. Although he did not feel cold, he couldn't help standing up and shivering.

"What a strange cold pool!" Wang Fan felt that it was not like a good thing, so he didn't dare to go forward to find out at will, but the faint light came from the other side of the pool, flashing, as if it was something like pearls.

He stuck to the side wall, tried to stay away from the small pool, and slowly moved there.

The torch is extinguished, and the whole cave is like the mouth of an evil beast.

Wang Fan's heart trembled a little, but he felt incredible. The tarantula is the overlord of the desert and has always been rampant. What's more, this is their nest. There is no reason not to find out. Even if they are afraid of the cold, it doesn't make sense. The desert is much colder than here at night.

"There must be something they are afraid of."

Thinking about it, the torch suddenly went out, which shocked him. His muscles tightened in an instant, and the wood aura ran quickly for the first time.

Jing, except for his own breathing, he didn't hear a sound. The faint light was still shining at the original frequency, and there was no abnormality.

"It seems that I have worried too much." He was relieved, tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes and wrapped it around the spiritual sword again. Although he learned a few swordsmanship from Caidie, he still didn't like to use the sword, and he always felt that it was not as comfortable as a fist.

The torch rekindled and walked a few steps to the faint light. Looking carefully, he was surprised to find that what was shining was a round fruit the size of a thumb.

The fruit is a whole black plant, at the top, like a proud emperor, sitting on the throne.

"Black plants are really rare!" He didn't find any danger, so he touched it gently with his hand.

The piercing cold spread all over his body in an instant, and even his blood stopped flowing. At this moment, he couldn't even think, and his soul seemed to be frozen. Fortunately, "Burning God" unexpectedly ran automatically. After several weeks in a row, he woke up.

"It's so dangerous. Is it the birthplace of chills?" As soon as he came in, he noticed a chill. This kind of cold can't be felt by the body and senses, let alone a matter of adding clothes, but a cold that penetrates the soul.

"Black plants, and such a chill." Wang Fan took three steps back, left far away, and silently thought, "Is it the legendary ice grass?"

The disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion will have tasks assigned in the second year of cultivation, and because of their low cultivation, most of the tasks are to dig spiritual grass somewhere, so the sect specially sent them a copy of Strange Grass Record.

Wang Fan once saw the description of the ice grass on the last page of the Strange Grass Record, but the writing is very general. It is only said that it is a kind of spiritual grass that absorbs the air from heaven and earth to the yin to the cold. The black stems and black leaves are extremely cold. It is the best treasure to assist the cultivation of water attribute skills.

"Did you really meet this baby?" He was surprised and happy, but he felt something was wrong. Although this grass is generally in line with the characteristics of ice grass, it has a glowing fruit, which is inconsistent with the description of Strange Grass.

"The Burning God Runs automatically under its stimulation, which shows that it is useful for making it. Why don't I run this method? Be careful to touch the fruit. If it is still cold and piercing, it means that this grass must be cold grass, but it is a little mutated."

Wang Fan practiced the water attribute skill "ripple skill". Naturally, he is very enthusiastic about the ice grass. Today, since he met it by chance, he can't let go of anything.

After he closed his eyes and performed his skills and felt the heat all over his body, he got up and came to the suspected ice grass. He stretched out a finger and carefully touched the fruit.

According to his idea, while running "Burning God", he touched it with a little finger and quickly shrank his hand after feeling inappropriate. There was basically no big danger.

But the development of things is unexpected.

As soon as his fingers touched the fruit, a scorching heat rushed into his body. What was more terrible was that when he realized that he didn't want to shrink his hand, the heat flow rushed away along the running route of Burning God.

"Ah!" The burning pain of the meridians made him shout bitterly. Under the stimulation of the heat flow, the running speed of "Burning God" suddenly accelerated. As soon as he wanted to force it to stop, it had been running for hundreds of weeks. The meridians seemed to be burned, and he could even smell the smell of meat in his body.

"What's going on? Why did the ice grass suddenly get hot!" Wang Fan was shocked and angry, but there was nothing he could do. His throat really began to smoke. "If it goes on like this, it must be burning."

He screamed "ah" and grabbed the dry branch of the black grass with the other hand. At this time, he only wanted to extinguish the heat in the meridians, and did not care about the huge side effects of ice grass.

The cold cold current poured into his body, stimulating the meridians. "Ripple Gong" was stimulated and operated for a week. Every time, it was like a long drought and rain, moistening the burning meridians.

The feeling of extremely cold and extremely hot at the moment made Wang Fan in the 18th floor of hell. He screamed and pulled out the black grass and stumbled into the cold pool.

The cold pool water made his consciousness more sober, and the pain suddenly seemed to be magnified several times. He could even clearly see the scene of the heat flow composed of massive fire aura, which crazily devours his meridians and emitted outside his body. He could also see the scene of almost black water aura, rampaging and extinguishing the heat flow.

It seems that his soul is out of his body. At this moment, he is extremely painful and awake, thinking about a solution crazily.

"The curative effect of water aura is so poor that you can only call wood aura." He knew that his meridian was on the verge of complete destruction. If it was not treated in time, even if it did not die, it would be half useless.

"Dead Wood in Spring" has little attack power, but it has extraordinary healing ability. At this time, it finally shows its power. It runs crazily for a week and restores his almost useless meridians.

Wang Fan clenched his teeth. No matter how painful his body is, there is always a trace of clarity in his mind.

If someone is present, you will find that with Wang Fan as the center, the water in the cold pool boils for a while, freezes for a while, and the cycle continues.