I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 55 It's you, come here.
Feng Xuan looked at the strange blood-red vines and flicked out a ball of ordinary Taoist flame from his palm.

An iron pot fell from the sky, blocking the middle-aged man with the cleaver.

Crackling!

The aroma of burning flesh wafted over.

A massive axe descended from the sky, extinguishing the flames and severing the roots of the vines.

"This place is indeed very strange."

"Everyone should be careful!"

The hoe-wielding uncle tightened his medicine bag, then once again shouldered his hoe and walked at the front of the line.

Uncle Iron Pot and Feng Xuan walked at the very back.

"Young man, your Taoist techniques just now were quite impressive. Could you teach me?"

Feng Xuan stared speechlessly at the middle-aged man in front of him.

He pointed to the iron pot behind the uncle: "Uncle, you seem to be following the path of barbaric and violent practices."

"There is only blood and qi in my body, but no spiritual power!"

Upon hearing this, the man with the iron pot lowered his head in dejection.

"Ah! What a pity. I'm always envious when I see you guys forming hand seals and manipulating the power of nature."

"That's so cool!"

Dang Dang Dang!
As the two were walking, they suddenly heard a metallic clanging sound.

The two exchanged a glance and then looked at the iron pot behind them.

However, a gentle breeze blew by, and the back of the iron pot looked as if it had been plowed by a steel knife.

The marks of the hacking were clearly visible.

Feng Xuan's expression was solemn.

Within his Daoist lineage and true spirit, there was originally a wisp of soaring divine wind.

He also has a very deep understanding of the wind.

But the breeze just now only felt refreshing and invigorating to him.

They were completely unaware of the sharpness and murderous intent within.

"The River of Ghosts' Death truly lives up to its name!"

After walking for a while, the group rested under a large, sturdy tree.

"This dense forest is truly strange."

"We still need to conserve our energy!"

Uncle Axe looked solemn, judging from his first move.

The hoe-wielding uncle has the best insight, while the sickle and kitchen knife uncle are quick and agile.

The axe is incredibly destructive; as for Feng Xuan and the iron pot...

The two are still testing each other.

The six people were not actually familiar with each other, which is why they all acted like old farmers.

It was all to cover up the truth.

If there really is some terrifying demon in the Ghost River.

The first targets will only be those cultivators from prestigious and righteous sects.

Instead of them, a group of "old farmers" who stumbled and fell through the ordeal by sheer luck.

While munching on a wheat cake, Feng Xuan suddenly soared into the air and leaped onto the treetop, which was tens of meters high.

Without hesitation, Tie Guo, carrying the large pot, leaped several times and climbed to the top of the tree canopy.

The other four used their own methods, and the whole thing was over in just a breath or two.

The six people exchanged glances again, and finally the five of them looked at Feng Xuan together.

Feng Xuan pointed behind him.

Only then did everyone notice that a mouth had appeared in the tree canopy at some point.

A mouth large enough to swallow an adult saber-toothed elephant whole.

"Old Chai, you've caused us so much suffering!"

The old man raised his hoe high, trying to block the descending, enormous jaws of the beast.

The old man's cleaver unleashed a blade of energy dozens of meters long, actually slicing off a large chunk of a mouth.

The old man with the axe did not make a move, and the man with the iron pot simply wore the iron pot on his head, even if he were to be swallowed.

They are not afraid of the saliva that corrodes deep pits as soon as it hits the ground.

Feng Xuan understood that the old man with the axe and the iron pot were observing him.

See if you are qualified to be a member of their Miracle Team.

He didn't hold back either, and the wood-chopping knife in his hand transformed into a phoenix.

The blue phoenix cried out, flapped its wings and soared high, plunging directly into the depths of the giant maw above its head.

Stab it!

As the sunlight shone down, the massive jaws were cleaved in two.

Countless drops of emerald green sap gushed forth.

"This is a real treasure, even more precious than blood ginseng."

"Adding a few drops when refining medicine can significantly improve the quality of the pills!"

Upon hearing the old man's words, the group busied themselves collecting the wood spirit essence that had been released from the dead man-eating flower.

Feng Xuan also took out various jade bottles and collected quite a few.

Iron Pot patted him on the shoulder.

"Old Chai, excellent knife skills!"

The sword technique that Feng Xuan used was the "Azure Feather Three Styles" passed down in his Shenfeng Hall family.

With his current level of cultivation, even if he has never practiced swordsmanship.

In terms of destructive power alone, even a hundred Liu Tianyis couldn't compare.

Moreover, Feng Xuan's original form was kissed by Feng Huang.

He had indeed diligently practiced this sword technique.

Naturally, the goal is not to become stronger, but to learn it so that I can pass it on to Fenghuang.

[Slay the man-eating flower demon and obtain Spirit Essence, 8]
"I originally thought that spiritual energy was related to the lifespan of demons."

"Wood-type monsters have a lifespan far exceeding others, yet they yield far less spiritual energy."

"What a shackle-wood type of monster should possess is intelligence, not life force."

"It seems we need to kill even more demonic beasts to figure out what exactly the spiritual essence is!"

Along the way, the six of them killed countless plant and tree monsters.

There were also bees, mosquitoes, earthworms, and monster fish...

What may seem like an ordinary creature becomes a deadly threat once it appears in the Ghost River Forest.

The spiritual energy accumulated by Feng Xuan once again broke through the two thousand mark.

It has reached a total of 2,300 points.

The hoe at the very front suddenly stopped and pointed to the ground.

"Look, is there something wrong with my eyes?"

"Why has the world suddenly lost its brightness and turned black and white!"

The other five, including Feng Xuan, walked to the hoe's side and looked at the small patch of land in front of them.

The dense forest, which should have been lush and green, suddenly turned into a black and white world.

"what?"

"It seems like there's something wrong with my eyes too!"

Iron Pot rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if if he rubbed them a little harder, they would return to normal.

Whoosh!
The cleaver uncle's knife spun in his hand.

The blade swept across the dividing line between black and white and color.

"How about it?"

The axe looked at the kitchen knife.

The cleaver shook its head, then nodded.

Axe patted Hoe on the shoulder: "Be careful!"

Feng Xuan was already used to it.

He was initially a little confused.

Later, I gradually saw things more clearly.

The cleaver doesn't like to talk, so the axe is its translator.

He shook his head, indicating that the blade had not changed.

A nod means that you can move forward.

The moment he entered the black and white dense forest, the true spirit golden core within Feng Xuan's body twitched almost imperceptibly.

After walking a few dozen steps, Feng Xuan saw a familiar figure.

It was the woman disguised as a man whom they had met at Tianya Haige that day.

His expression remained unchanged, and even his heartbeat was the same as always.

Li Jianshi suddenly became interested when he saw the group of six people dressed as farmers.

She pointed at the six people: "You six!"

Sickle pointed to his bright red, bulbous nose and grinned as he moved closer to Li Jianshi.

"Is the girl calling us?"

Li Jianshi pursed his lips, looking somewhat disgusted.

She then pointed to the leader of the hoes and noticed that he was looking at her with a mouthful of yellow teeth.

Li Jianshi, somewhat unable to look directly at her, moved her slender, jade-like fingers away.

He pointed again at the axe that was picking its nose.

This time, her jade-like fingers quickly swept over the toes she had just finished picking at, and she first brought them to her nose to sniff.

He then rubbed his fingers against the edge of the iron pot.

She finally pointed to someone who was disheveled and covered in dirt.

Feng Xuan's appearance was completely obscured.

"You're the one, come here!"

(End of this chapter)