Chapter 842 The Ownership of the Soul-Rising Poppy (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)

Originally, the late Jindan cultivators still had some objections to Sun Mingsheng's mysterious method of borrowing space power.

After the ring was broken, this worry disappeared. After all, for others, apart from this unpredictable method, they were not afraid of direct competition with each other.

"Kill"

With the sound of fighting one after another, it once again reached a new climax, and the ghost kings continued to turn into Yin Qi and dissipate in the air.

The atmosphere of unity among the cultivators also began to change silently at this moment. While hunting down the ghost kings of different cultivation levels, they also divided some of their energy to observe the soul-raising poppy flowers that were still emitting life breath not far away and became more and more magical under the watering of blood.

After all, the fundamental reason for the outbreak of this battle was because of its existence. For the late Jindan cultivators present, it would be truly unacceptable if they missed this spiritual medicine because of the blind fighting and made it into someone else's pocket.

Although there were quite a few ghost kings left, they could give up the Soul-raising Poppy at any time. What was missing was just an opportunity.

"How can you fight to the death like me, the scholar with wonderful hands? It was easy to get the treasure."

In a corner that the monks had not noticed, a monk with a thin figure, whose aura had completely disappeared and almost blended into the surrounding environment, was approaching the location of the Soul-raising Poppy little by little, as if he was ready to steal the treasure.

At this time, he was less than a hundred feet away from the Soul-raising Poppy, which was almost the last step away from success for a late Jindan monk.

But the monk who tried to fish in troubled waters did not find that as the distance between him and the Soul-raising Poppy continued to shorten, this spiritual medicine was flickering and shaking its leaves in a very spiritual way, and the most intense black light was slowly gathering.

"Swoosh, swoosh"

When the monk who was trying to fish in troubled waters was less than five feet away from the Soul-raising Poppy Flower, and this treasure that helped to achieve the Nascent Soul seemed to be within reach, two black cone-shaped auras that were only as long and thick as a middle finger flashed and fell on the monk's perfectly hidden figure.

The power contained in the two black auras was not really too outstanding, and it would not cause substantial damage to a Jindan-stage monk.

If it were any other monk on weekdays, no one would take it seriously, but at this moment, the two black auras were enough to completely break the monk's perfectly hidden aura and shape.

Almost in an instant, the monk who was trying to fish in troubled waters immediately became the most handsome guy in the entire battlefield in full view of everyone. At this moment, he was even more dazzling than the Soul-raising Poppy Flower, in the eyes of both the monks and the remaining ghost kings.

"Where did you come from, little thief? Do you want to get something for nothing in front of me and other cultivators?"

"What I hate most in my life is this kind of sneaky people"

"As fellow cultivators of the human race, we should not kill each other, but your behavior is really unforgivable and unacceptable, Amitabha"

"The endless hatred in my heart cannot be eliminated unless you are crushed to ashes"

The faces of the nine-level Jindan cultivators who led the group suddenly showed a series of embarrassment, and naturally there was also some excitement. After all, the appearance of this fisherman in troubled waters immediately shifted the battle to another completely different state, opening a new chapter.

"Fellow Taoists, spare my life. I don't mean to pick the soul-raising poppy flowers. I just want to test for you whether there are other hidden dangers?"

This thin and thin cultivator was immediately panicked at this moment. Although they were both late Jindan cultivators, they should still have different strengths.

Since this monk chose to hide his body, there were obviously obvious defects in his frontal combat capability. When he faced the attack of a group of monks, he turned around and fled quickly, and at the same time, he begged for mercy without hesitation.

Unfortunately, the monks had already been tempted by the Soul-raising Poppy Flowers, and their eyes were already red. They would not let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Dozens of third-level middle-quality magic weapons and more than a dozen magic arts with different attributes were used at the same time at this moment, surrounding him from all directions into a colorful state.

The monks then shifted their target to the Soul-raising Poppy Flowers that were still growing slowly. No one cared too much about the outcome of this monk who fished in troubled waters.

"If you don't take what God has given you, you will be blamed. I don't have much time left. I hope you respect the old and love the young. How about giving me a chance?"

"Bah, you are disrespectful to the old. With your life span, even if you get the Soul-raising Poppy Flower, the chance of achieving the Nascent Soul is less than 10%. Why waste a spiritual medicine here?"

"The treasure belongs to the virtuous. After all, we still have to compete in strength. Why waste our breath here?"

Facing the Soul-raising Poppy, the only spiritual medicine that can help achieve the Nascent Soul in the entire ancient battlefield, all the monks reacted differently.

While some monks were discussing with each other, most of them rushed forward blindly, with only this spiritual medicine in their eyes.

This naturally included Sun Mingsheng. Due to his own strength, although he did not compete with several ninth-level Jindan monks, he was only one step behind. The opportunity to compete for the Soul-raising Poppy was not small, but if he wanted to succeed, he also needed careful planning.

As the monks continued to gather, in addition to the original hunting with the Ghost King, the collision between the monks became more and more intense.

One by one, magic weapons of different attributes kept flying in the air, and after the treasure talismans were sacrificed, they burst out colorful lights, and other different means were endless.

In short, in the eyes of all the monks present, anyone who was ready to pick the spiritual medicine and was the shortest distance from the Soul-raising Poppy would be attacked and cared for by all the monks present.

Several attempts by several monks all ended in failure. Some unlucky ones even died in the process of such impact due to insufficient preparation.

"If it continues like this, even if the ancient battlefield is closed, the final ownership of this soul-raising poppy flower cannot be determined. Why don't we join forces to drive out the other monks and finally rely on our own methods?"

Seeing the stalemate in the battle, a young Jindan ninth-level monk also began to try to unite and increase the possibility of successfully picking treasures as much as possible.

In his eyes, only one of the Jindan ninth-level monks can be the winner of this soul-raising poppy flower.