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Shi Feng clicked his tongue and marveled, "This little mink has been tamed very well by you."

"He's not so well-behaved, he's just greedy and wants to eat."

The little gourd took out a snake scale fruit and stuffed it into the little marten's mouth.

"Kacha kacha", Purple Shadow Marten quickly chewed up the fruit and swallowed it in two or two mouthfuls.

"Little Pig, do you recognize this big man?"

Shi Feng burst into laughter and said, "You named this Purple Shadow Marten Piggy?"

"What? No? This guy is lazy and sleeps every day. What's the difference between him and a lazy pig?"

Purple Shadow Diao raised his head and glanced at Shi Feng. He was slightly wiser and recognized that Shi Feng was the guy holding the copper bell, so he said "zhizhi" a few times as a greeting.

The little gourd fed the Purple Shadow Marten, put it on his shoulder, and continued to twist around in the cave.

Unknowingly, the two of them had been walking for an hour.

Shi Feng couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Gourd, you haven't stopped even once for so long. Is there not even a single spiritual grass in the grotto?"

"Of course there are spiritual herbs. But..." Xiao Gourd pointed at the little marten squatting on his shoulder and taking a nap, "This lazy pig can't even look down on it."

"What's the meaning?"

"Brother Shi, this lazy pig is very picky. He doesn't even bother to pay attention to spiritual herbs below the fourth grade."

"Then where are we going to find spiritual herbs of level four or above?"

"Go to the easternmost part of the Sea of ​​Bones, where it meets the Boundless Ice Abyss. The air is cold and the spiritual grass is of high quality."

Shi Feng said hurriedly, "Xiao Gourd, your uncle has told me not to get close to the boundless ice abyss."

Little Calabash curled his lips, "Can't we just be more careful? Besides, with you here, except for the old monster Nascent Soul, who among the Jindan monks can beat you, so what are you afraid of!"

"That's not what you said, little gourd..."

"Brother Shi," Xiao Hulu interrupted, "Ten thousand-year cold marrow grass only grows in cold places. The closer you get to the boundless ice abyss, the more likely you are to find this grass."

"Where is the east? Let's rush there immediately!" When he mentioned "Ten Thousand Years Cold Marrow Grass", Shi Feng immediately changed his tone.

As the two of them continued to go deeper, the tunnel became denser and denser, like catgut entwining.

The little gourd slowed down and stopped from time to time, approaching the stone wall to check.

Shi Feng discovered that there were many strange marks on the stone wall, but there were no words.

Obviously, this was marked by treasure hunters in the past, and they all used code words. Only they can understand it, so as not to take advantage of others.

The Hulu Gate is a frequent visitor to Binglan Valley. There are many marks made by the Hulu Gate monks, and the little gourd can understand it at a glance.

Now, after walking for more than two hours in a twists and turns, Shi Feng felt that the coldness was getting heavier and heavier as the terrain went down.

Shi Feng's eyebrows and hair were covered with a layer of white frost, so he used his magic power to melt away the white frost.

"Are you cold?" Xiao Gourd asked.

"Yes. It's very cold. Why, you're not cold?" Shi Feng asked.

Xiao Gourd curled his lips and said, "It's just so so, not too cold."

Suddenly, the little marten, which had been napping, suddenly opened its eyes and chirped.

"There's a treasure!" Xiao Gourd hurriedly stopped, and Shi Feng also looked surprised.

The little gourd smiled and said, "Don't be too happy too early. The piglet's cry is not loud enough, so it is definitely not the Ten Thousand Years Cold Marrow Grass."

"It's okay, everything is fine. Just look for it quickly." Shi Feng urged.

"Don't worry, you can't run away." The little gourd whistled, and the little mink jumped down and quickly got into a pile of rocks.

Shi Feng looked carefully at the rubble, but couldn't see anything.

The Purple Shadow Marten was walking in and out of the pile of stones. The little gourd was holding a dagger and was closely observing the direction of the little Marten, either in front or behind, and kept marking marks on the ground.

Finally, he drew a circle of two feet. Then, Xiao Gourd took out a half-foot-long small medicine hoe and began to dig out the stone.

The medicine was black and unremarkable, but with a wave of the gourd's hand, the stone cracked neatly like tofu cubes, and the cuts were as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of roughness.

The stones on the periphery of the rubble pile were cleared away bit by bit. The further they pushed in, the lighter the gourd became. Finally, a spiritual grass emerged from the gap in the middle of the pile of rocks.

This grass is about five inches tall and has more than a dozen leaves. The leaves are as narrow and long as swords and have a layer of gray-white hair on the surface. At first glance, it looks like it has been beaten by frost.

"Haha, it's night frost grass!" Xiao Gourd's eyes were filled with joy, "It's considered a third-grade spiritual grass, but the age is a bit short."

He rummaged through his storage bag and replaced it with a pickaxe, then measured it with his feet. After taking four steps along the night frost grass, he started digging again.

After a while, the little gourd dug out a large hole seven feet deep. Not giving up, he jumped into the pit and continued digging.

Shi Feng was puzzled, "Hey, little gourd, if you don't put away the night frost grass, why are you digging a hole next to it?"

"Hey, Brother Shi, you don't understand this! Although the night frost grass is only five inches above the ground, its roots are six feet long.

If this night frost grass is old enough, I can just return it, but now it is obviously not old enough. I will take it back and continue to cultivate it, so the roots must not be broken, otherwise, this spiritual grass will wither immediately. "

After carefully digging for two quarters of an hour, all the roots of the night frost grass were finally dug out.

The little gourd took out a huge jade basin and put the night frost grass and hundreds of kilograms of soil into it.

Shi Feng looked at the big hole in the ground and shook his head, "If every spiritual flower and grass is collected like this, the sea of ​​bones will be hollowed out by you."

The little gourd chuckled and was about to speak.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, shaking the ground.

Little Gourd was startled, "What's going on!"

Before the two of them could come to their senses, they heard a loud "boom", the cave above their heads collapsed, a big crack appeared, and broken stones fell down.

Little Gourd was furious, "Which bastard wanted to steal the Night Frost Grass and dared to attack me!"

He flew to rush out of the cave, but Shi Feng was quick and grabbed him, "Don't move, you're looking for death!"

The two of them lay on the ground, motionless, and the rocks outside kept falling, and soon the cracked hole was covered again.

Through the cracks in the stone, four figures were seen fighting fiercely above the ice field outside.

The one being besieged in the middle was the clone of Jiuyou Zhenjun. In addition to Bingyi Shenlong Hanhai and the six-section Taoist of the demon clan, there was also a woman beside the three cultivators. She was in her twenties, with a beautiful face and a white dress.

Little Gourd was surprised and said, "This old monster Jiuyou is so arrogant! He actually chased from Shanping Mountain to the depths of Binglan Valley. Does he want to challenge Ghost City by himself?"

Shi Feng has a very strong spiritual sense and is proficient in stone escape. Although he was buried by rocks, he was not affected at all.

The woman used a rope, which seemed to be gentle, but it was hovering in the air, changing endlessly, and kept rolling towards Jiuyou Zhenjun.

This woman was the most powerful among the three people in Ghost City.

In the tortoise bones, Shi Feng pondered, "Before Han Hai left, he said he was going to find Senior Sister Hu. Could it be this one?"

The white fox said, "Yes. This woman is also a disciple of the Ghost City Lord, ranked second, and she is from the Cloud Fox Clan."

"Master Hu, do you recognize her?"

Long Er chuckled, "The old fox smelled the same kind..."

The white fox ignored him and continued, "The Cloud Fox Clan of Binglan Valley is a close relative of my Sky Fox Clan, but I don't know this Senior Sister Hu.

Although I have been here for hundreds of years, I dare not provoke Yinghu City. I have been hiding in the North Mountain, living in seclusion, and rarely go down to Binglan Valley."