Chapter 377

When it is full.

The poisonous miasma of Thousand Poison Mountain waxes and wanes, and at the time of fullness it is when the miasma is at its thickest and also most dangerous.

Correspondingly, when the miasma is full, the poisonous creatures within Thousand Poison Mountain are at their most active, and it is also when a large number of spiritual plants and treasures mature.

Hearing the answer, Yunhe couldn't help but frown.

He did not come to seek poisonous creatures or various treasures containing deadly poison; he came to search for a Fourth Level wood-attribute demon beast.

After all, in a place even a Yuan Ying Cultivator dares not casually venture deep into, the deepest parts might very well harbor a rare Fourth Level demon beast.

Moreover, although Thousand Poison Mountain is filled with thick poisonous miasma, it is not devoid of vegetation; on the contrary, the vegetation here is extremely lush.

Most of the vegetation in Thousand Poison Mountain has long grown accustomed to the poison here, so many alchemists, when refining antidotes against the miasma, often draw from these plants.

With such lush vegetation covering the area, the possibility of wood-attribute demon beasts dwelling there is not low.

After a brief moment of consideration, Yunhe asked again:

「Roar!!! 」

Thousand Poison Mountain.

Having said that, he instantly turned into a stream of light and fled far away, as if fearing that if he lingered even a moment, Old Li and the others would immediately move to seize it.

This is the long cry of a flood dragon.

According to the information from Bai Xiao Tower, someone once while treasure-hunting in Thousand Poison Mountain saw countless plants spontaneously and rapidly grow, and even some seemingly ordinary plants strangling demon beasts; thus it was inferred that the Fourth Level demon beast therein is of wood attribute, and possibly even a plant-type demon beast.

Yunhe stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face, and said nothing about Han Yin Jiao's wanton behavior.

Just as Han Yin Jiao carried Yunhe deeper into Thousand Poison Mountain to search, a cry equal in power to its own long whistle came from afar.

Hearing this sound, Han Yin Jiao's movements paused slightly, and Yunhe's brow rose.

Since cultivators have year-round entered Thousand Poison Mountain to seek treasures, over time various large and small 'poison paths' naturally formed.

【Unexpected joy, unexpected joy!】

These 'poison paths' are summaries of experience gained by countless cultivators after enduring great dangers over long periods, allowing cultivators to venture deeper into the miasma while avoiding many trivial troubles.

"Where is the nearest 'poison path' from here?"

Yunhe nodded, "Thank you."

Moreover, with the aura of a third-level late-stage flood dragon demon beast, any demon beast that senses it dare not provoke it, all fleeing aside.

In such lush vegetation, setting up a cart would be overly pretentious; Han Yin Jiao's agility lets it shuttle freely through the forest.

The next moment, Han Yin Jiao's ferocity surged, its demonic power swelling instantly; carrying Yunhe, it turned into a snowy white, winding rainbow light, darting swiftly through the rugged, craggy forest.

Soon, with Han Yin Jiao's flight speed, it vanished from the sight of Wu Manzi and the others in the blink of an eye.

Secretly sighing, he was fortunate to have encountered a amiable Yuan Ying elder; had he met those who love killing, after asking his questions they would likely be slain on the spot—both erasing traces and providing souls to fill a treasure like the 'Myriad Soul Banner'.

Gazing at the single elixir in the jade bottle, he revealed a look of ecstatic joy.

After penetrating several hundred li, amidst the miasma thick as a five-colored mist, Yunhe had already put away the 'Purple Pattern Windmill', standing on Han Yin Jiao's head and moving prone.

Wu Manzi opened the stopper of the jade bottle, and instantly a rich fragrance wafted out, shocking his spirit.

Having said that, he casually tossed out a jade bottle, then turned and walked into the carriage.

「Roar——」

The information from Bai Xiao Tower is never baseless; although it cannot guarantee with absolute certainty that Thousand Poison Mountain definitely contains a wood-attribute Fourth Level demon beast, the fact that a Fourth Level demon beast dwells there is entirely certain.

Han Yin Jiao, however, did not feel that way; it long howled in the mountains, all demons trembling and crawling on the ground, yet it still greatly enjoyed this sensation.

Han Yin Jiao let out a long cry, swung its tail, and plunged straight into the thick five-colored miasma.

Thus, at this moment Han Yin Jiao had become Yunhe's 'detector' for seeking demon beasts.

「Master. 」 Han Yin Jiao called out.

Whether it be Han Yin Jiao's demonic form or Yunhe's cultivation base, these outer miasmas of Thousand Poison Mountain cannot affect them in the slightest.

"Replying to senior, it lies straight ahead."

Moreover, one wouldn't even think that answering a few questions could actually yield a treasure.

「Roar!!! 」

Not long after, they arrived at a muddy mountain hollow entwined with extremely thick poisonous miasma; at its center lay a toxic lake tens of zhang square, dark green in color, while the surroundings were mire and swamp, from time to time belching black bubbles that, when burst, released great amounts of poison gas, which merged into the miasma, making the miasma of Thousand Poison Mountain ever thicker.

Once Yunhe departed, Wu Manzi and the others immediately let out a long sigh of relief.

After a brief pondering, Yunhe nodded and said, "Let's go take a look."

Suddenly.

Wu Manzi raised his hand and pointed.

By the time Old Li and the others reacted, Wu Manzi had already fled far away; helpless and angry, he also secretly lamented that this Yuan Ying elder's generous gesture had caused Wu Manzi to directly abandon the 'Red Skull Grass' that was about to mature after a hundred years.

His reaction was swift; he hurriedly resealed the bottle stopper, then clasped his hands toward Old Li and the several other cultivators, saying:

"Old Li, this time I, Wu, will yield the 'Red Skull Grass' to you!"

But if they encountered a demon beast that refused to submit to Han Yin Jiao, its strength would certainly not be weak—at least a late Jie Dan stage demon beast, possibly even provoking a true Fourth Level demon beast.

The deeper they went, the thicker the miasma in Thousand Poison Mountain became; some miasma could even damage spiritual sense, so Yunhe was unwilling to freely extend his spiritual sense, only occasionally sweeping it.

Yunhe and Han Yin Jiao hovered outside the marsh, gazing at this perilous place.

At his signal, Han Yin Jiao released all its demonic aura and let out another long cry.

The chilling flood dragon's long chant shook the mountain hollow, its provocative intent self-evident.

Splash—

Han Yin Jiao had already run to the doorstep of its home to provoke; how could the demon beast dwelling in this toxic lake possibly allow Han Yin Jiao to run amok here?

Then they saw.

A triangular head covered in black-purple scales protruded from the toxic lake, a pair of dark horns gleaming with cold light, bearing a five-to-six-part resemblance to Han Yin Jiao.

Poison Jiao!

Those vertical pupils, brimming with an icy cold glare, stared fixedly at the Cold Chant Flood Dragon; opening its mouth, it let out a long roar whose aura was in no way weaker than that of the Cold Chant Flood Dragon.

It's actually a poison flood dragon. Yunhe's face showed surprise.

Moreover, it's a late third-stage poison flood dragon.

That lake water is somewhat interesting.

Looking at the deadly toxic lake in which the Cold Flood Dragon was soaked, he showed a look of keen interest.

When the Cold Chant Flood Dragon and the poison flood dragon met, sparks already flew in each other's eyes.

Go.

Yunhe patted the Cold Chant Flood Dragon's head and said.

Roar——!!

The Cold Chant Flood Dragon let out a long roar, wrapped in biting cold air, and charged toward the poison flood dragon.

In an instant, the cold air it released froze everything around it and covered it with a thin layer of frost; only the deadly toxic lake, although its temperature also plummeted, showed no sign of freezing.

However, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon wasn't stupid either; this was the poison flood dragon's territory, and it wasn't so foolish as to rush into the deadly toxic lake to fight the poison flood dragon, merely continuously assaulting it with cold air to stimulate its nerves.

Roar——!!

As expected, the poison flood dragon lying in the deadly toxic lake could no longer tolerate this stimulation; its black-purple tail lashed violently, stirring up the surging lake water as its body shot forth.

Bang!!

The two flood dragons collided head-on, emitting a tremendous roar; the surging demonic powers intertwined and collided, instantly flattening the surrounding area.

Yunhe stood to the side, after casting a spell seal, a layer of magical power surrounded him, so no matter how fiercely the two flood dragons fought, it affected him not at all.

Regarding the battle between the Cold Chant Flood Dragon and the poison flood dragon, he believed the Cold Chant Flood Dragon would face no problem.

Otherwise, wouldn't the Cold Chant Flood Dragon have followed him in vain all these years?

Having taken so many of his elixirs and also practiced his self-created Line: Mysterious Beast Technique, if in daily life he encountered any cultivation confusion and Yunhe helped answer it, then the advantage accumulated over years—if even a wild poison flood dragon could not be defeated—then Yunhe would really have to consider whether to change his mount.

Moreover, although the poison flood dragon is also a flood dragon, its bloodline concentration still falls short compared to that of the Cold Chant Flood Dragon.

His attention was mostly focused on the surging deadly toxic lake.

Yunhe suddenly furrowed his brows.

A sweep of divine sense was released.

When his divine sense entered the deadly toxic lake, he felt a corrosive force emanating from the lake water; however, Yunhe formed a seal with one hand, and his divine sense took on the form of a lifelike poison flood dragon, instantly dispelling most of that stabbing sensation.

Gurgle——

The lake water churned.

A black shadow swam in the lake.

When Yunhe's divine sense noticed this flood dragon, Yunhe showed a look of realization.

"There's still one more."

However, the poison flood dragon in the lake seemed to have some serious problems.

Roar!!!

At the same time, in midair, sharp ice cones suddenly appeared around the two entangled flood dragons, all striking the poison flood dragon's body, eliciting a painful roar from it.

Seizing the opportunity, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon twisted its body, its cold aura suddenly expanding; its form then transformed at this moment, exhaling surging cold air that condensed into a white-black intertwined flood dragon phantom, humming as it struck the poison flood dragon's body.

Bang!!

The poison flood dragon crashed heavily to the ground, its body covered in a thick layer of frost, even its scales frozen solid.

At the same moment, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon landed, its claws unhesitatingly stepping on the poison flood dragon's body as it tried to struggle up, and it let out a fierce roar at its head; the mighty dragon roar left the poison flood dragon temporarily unable to resist.

"Master, this guy has injuries."

After temporarily subduing the poison flood dragon, the originally snow-white body of the Cold Chant Flood Dragon was stained in many places with a layer of purple mist, yet its aura was quite imposing.

It seemed that from this battle, its cultivation base benefited greatly.

"I know." Yunhe nodded, narrowed his eyes, gazed at the deadly toxic lake, and whispered: "Here it comes."

Only to see, the lake surface broke open again, and another poison flood dragon shot out like lightning, straight toward the Cold Chant Flood Dragon.

Seeing this, the Cold Chant Flood Dragon was startled, but fortunately, with Yunhe's reminder, it reacted quickly, defended against this sudden attack, and its condensed ice shield even blocked a burst of poisonous breath.

Accompanied by a "hissing" sound, its ice shield was completely corroded in the blink of an eye.

"Two poison flood dragons, master, there are two poison flood dragons here!" The Cold Chant Flood Dragon was forced to shift its position, allowing the other poison flood dragon to break free.

The two poison flood dragons glared with fierce eyes, locked onto them, seeming ready to fight to the death.

However, the condition of both poison flood dragons was poor, especially the one that had rushed out of the deadly toxic lake, which could be described as "extremely poor."

One is late third-stage, the other middle third-stage; two flood dragons dwell in this deadly toxic lake.

As the saying goes, one mountain cannot accommodate two, unless they are male and female.

These two poison flood dragons are indeed a male and a female.

The male flood dragon noticed Yunhe's gaze and immediately shielded the female poison flood dragon behind him.

(End of chapter)