Chapter 2421： bad news

"That's right, it's news of the lack of grass."

The head of the Baihu tribe laughed: "The seven royal families lasted nine days, and finally learned the whereabouts of the deficient grass from the mouth of an eighth level monk."

"Where?" Lingxian's spirit refreshed.

"The monster star has a fierce land called Huang Quanlin."

"This place is vast and boundless. It is shrouded in a terrible poisonous mist all year round. It is like a maze. Once you enter, it will be difficult to come out again."

"The most terrible thing is that only the creatures below the ninth state are allowed to enter."

The master of the Baihu tribe gathered his smile and said, "By coincidence, the monk entered Huang Quanlin and saw a patch of grass, but he was unable to collect it."

"Huang Quanlin ..." Ling Xian's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she said, "Please also ask the patriarch to guide me."

"No need."

"The seven royal families have sent the strongest heirs, and by this time, they should have arrived."

The head of the Baihu tribe said, "You only need to wait a few days to see the light again."

"The hero's treatment is really good." Ling Xian smiled. If he hadn't saved the demon star, how could the seven royal families do their best?

"Mr. sacrificed his eyes to save the demon star. Naturally, my seven royal families have a responsibility to let you see the light again." The head of the Baihu tribe smiled.

"Then I'll wait. Hopefully, they can return safely with the lack of grass." Ling Xian looked at the sky with hope and worry.

Although I haven't been to Huang Quanlin, listening to the description of the Lord of the White Tigers knows that it is a terrible place. Even the strongest descendant of the royal family may not be able to retreat from the whole body.

"Mr. rest assured, not only do they bring poisonous things, but also the imperial treasures of the royal family, they will be able to complete the task and return safely." The master of the Baihu tribe was smiling, not worried.

"That's really safe." Ling Xian smiled slightly. The detoxification plus the royal treasure would undoubtedly minimize the risk.

"As soon as there is news, I will immediately inform the sir and say goodbye." The head of the Baihu tribe clenched his fists and turned away.

Seeing this, Lingxian closed her eyes and waited for the news.

Five days later, the Lord of the White Tigers stepped out of the void, bringing good news and bad news.

The good news is that the seven royal descendants found the fill grass, and the bad news was trapped and unable to leave.

This caused Ling Xian to frown, but he did not expect to be trapped in Huang Quanlin when he brought the royal treasure.

"Huang Quanlin can only enter the monks below the ninth level. I waited for rescue but couldn't do it."

The head of the Baihu tribe smiled bitterly and said, "Sorry, sir, you are disappointed."

"Anyway, it is imperative to rescue them, so as not to lose the wife and kill the soldiers."

Ling Xian frowned, and said, "Did Dragon Wushuang also go?"

"Except for the True Phoenix and Xunpeng families, other royal families have sent the strongest heirs, and Long Wushuang naturally went." The sigh of the White Tigers sighed. He thought that the matter was assured, after all, the people who went were all in the eighth state. The best, and also brought the royal treasure.

Unexpectedly, they were all trapped in Huang Quanlin.

"Is the person sent by the True Phoenix family a woman?" Ling Xian's brows frowned even more. When Feng Qiudao entered the stage of life and death, the best descendant of the True Phoenix family was undoubtedly the Phoenix Nine Song.

"Yes, I heard that this woman is a half-day demon. It's only a matter of time." The head of the Baihu tribe nodded.

"Jiuge really did go." Ling Xian sighed, and then stood up, saying: "Please also ask the patriarch to guide me."

"Sir wants to go to Huang Quanlin?"

"I can only go in person." Ling Xian sighed, not only trying to make up for the lack of grass, but also trying to save Phoenix Nine Songs.

"This is too dangerous. The seven royal families are already discussing the countermeasures, and please be patient." The owner of the White Tiger family frowned, not wanting Ling Xian to be involved.

"Send others, but just die for nothing, or I will come." Ling Xian looked calm, Huang Jiuge was in danger, how could he stand by and stand by?

"This ..." The Lord of the White Tigers smiled bitterly, speechless.

The people sent by the seven royal families are the strongest in the eighth realm in the clan, and even they can't leave. Sending other monks in the eighth realm is undoubtedly sent to death.

It is no exaggeration to say that looking at the whole demon star, only Ling Xian can rescue the seven people.

"Wait a second, I'm not doubting Mr.'s strength, but you can't look at it right now. It's too dangerous to enter Huang Quanlin like a maze." The head of the Baihu tribe advised.

"Wait, it will only make them more dangerous."

Ling Xian sighed softly, Huang Quanlin shrouded the poisonous mist all year round, even if the seven of them were aware of the poisonous substance, they would not be able to persist for long.

"But your eyes ..." The Lord of the White Tiger tribe stopped talking.

"Anyway, although my eyes are blind, my heart is not blind."

"I can sense their breath, rescue them, and then I have eyes."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, but he embarked on the road of immortal soul, and it was not difficult to find the seven people.

"Also, since my husband has decided, I won't say much."

The Lord of the White Tigers sighed and said, "Mr. Please wait a moment, I'll get the detox."

"No, I have a real fire that burns evil, and Huang Quanlin's poisonous mist can't threaten me." Ling Xian waved his hand with a smile. Although he has not seen the poisonous mist of Huang Quanlin, countless times have proved that the true fire Well-deserved.

"Then I will get you a treasure of protection." The Lord of the White Tigers was not assured.

"No need, take me there." Ling Xian smiled gently.

"Well, follow me."

The lord of the White Tiger family sighed, then threw his sleeves away, and took Ling Xian away.

A day later, the two came over a vast, dense forest.

The poisonous mist filled the sky, and even Ling Ling was moved.

"Good and overbearing toxicity is no worse than venomous snakes."

"It's because of this poison that Huang Quanlin can be called a ferocious land."

The eyes of the Baihu tribe's eyes were deep, saying: "It seems that the world has underestimated the danger here."

"It is true that if there is only poisonous fog, it is difficult to avoid Long Wushuang and others." Ling Xian nodded gently, he knew how strong Long Wushuang was, even if he had not transformed into a holy dragon, it was also the existence of the eighth realm.

Coupled with the imperial treasure, she could not stop her.

"I won't say any more than that. I just hope that my name will be the most important and return safely." The Baihu tribe spoke in a deep voice, and it was difficult to hide their guilt.

In order to save the demon star, Ling Xian sacrificed his eyes. At this moment, he also had a hand to rescue the people sent by the seven royal families. How could he not let him feel guilty?

"Rest assured, not only will I return safely, I will also fill the shortage grass, and take Dragon Wushuang and others."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, and the true flames of the burning evil rose up against him, like a vulcan **** who descended from the earth, and was imposing and inviolable.

"Sure enough, it is the real fire that suppresses the world's poison." The Lord of the White Tigers smiled, relieved somewhat.

With this fire, at least it can be guaranteed that Lingxian will not die from the poisonous mist here.

"If ten days have passed and I haven't come out yet, you can think of a way."

Ling Xian smiled and said, "Okay, I'm in."

After speaking, he descended from the sky and entered Huang Quanlin.