In the forest, many people looked up at the sky.

"Just just now, there was a peak aura of a ninth-level martial god in the sky?"

"The space is also confined above the Netherworld Forest. Did he use his blood power? He transformed into a flying beast?"

"No, I just saw a figure in a vague way. It was not a ferocious beast, but that figure disappeared in a blink of an eye. I didn't see it very clearly, but it must be a human!"

"I don't know which side of the person it is!"

Ting!

Several consecutive cries followed by several changes in their bodies, either transforming into an eagle spreading wings, or transforming into a tiger with wings on its back, and then soaring into the air.

Obviously, I also want to find clues from the air.

Only nine Nether grass grows in a hundred years, and nine Nether grasses will only gather in the same place. So many forces want to get Nether grass, so there will inevitably be fights in the process of searching.

It’s no problem to see blood? Kill people!

However, the forest area is too huge after all, and it is not easy for so many forces to catch up with them.

In the sky, Luo Han, who was invisible, witnessed someone exerting his blood power and turning into a ferocious beast and rising into the sky. He was extremely surprised.

"In Xuanyuan Realm, bloodline is the supreme one. Only those who awaken the power of bloodline are qualified to become a true strong man!"

"No matter how strong the talent is, no matter how outstanding the talent is, if you don't have the power of blood, you will be left far away!"

Luo Han licked the corner of his mouth: "However, even if I don't have the power of blood, my ability to challenge more than the power of blood is no worse than that of those with the power of blood!"

His figure flashed, and in a blink of an eye he returned to the forest. While stepping on the ground, he jumped toward the east direction.

Luo Han didn't know what the rest of the people were doing in the Netherworld Forest, and he was too lazy to pay attention to what he wanted to do now was to find someone and then ask about the Netherworld Grass's appearance.

As time passed by little by little, the sky gradually became darker, the sun was gone, the moon rose, and the faint moonlight shone in the forest, dyeing the ground with a layer of silver light.

"Finally found!"

Luo Han stopped at his feet, jumped onto a towering tree, and looked at a place hundreds of meters away.

There was an open space there, and a pile of firewood was lit on the ground.

Under the faint fire, six or seven people could be clearly seen surrounding the fire.

These people have neither weak aura. The strongest one is wrinkled in his face. He looks quite old, but his aura is also very strong.

"Bastard, I can't find it at all!"

"What's the hurry? It's only seven days now. It'll take about a month from the appearance to the withering of the Nether Grass. Just find it within a month and pick it off!"

"But!"

Next to the fire, these people looked bad, obviously they didn't have much hope to find Nether Grass.

The old man in the lead frowned: "We have no advantage in our strength. If someone finds the Nether Grass first, it will not be easy for us to take it over and we will take a break, and then continue to search overnight. Once we find it, we will leave the Nether Forest as quickly as possible."

The others nodded: "Yes, Master!"

In the distance, Luo Han pricked his ears. Although he was hundreds of meters apart, he still vaguely heard the conversations of those people with a breeze.

Nether grass? They are actually looking for Nether grass too?

In amazement, Luo Han's hidden aura was beating involuntarily.

Although the aura fluctuated in a flash and was hidden by Luo Han in a blink of an eye, the old man in the lead noticed the abnormality.

"Who?"

The old man suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction where Luo Han was, and raised his hand, and a vigorous fighting spirit surged out.

boom!

The next moment, countless dark claw shadows condensed, and burst out with the sound of ghosts and howlings.

This claw shadow has a bloody smell, which is obviously a martial art created for killing. If you want to practice such a cruel technique to the extreme, you don’t know how many people you have to kill, and how much blood you dye your hands.

Damn it! Luo Han cursed and hurriedly stepped back.

boom!

With loud noises, wherever those claws passed, trees were caught and smashed, and in a blink of an eye it hit the giant tree where Luo Han was before.

Rumbled, broken wood flew everywhere. Although Luo Han avoided the claw shadow, the powerful impact carried by the attack also hit him, forcing him to lift his sword and block it horizontally.

boom!

Another loud bang, the powerful impact hit the sword's edge, knocking Luo Han out, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and slamming his back hard on the ground dozens of meters away, and dragging a deep gully on the ground.

Luo Han's figure was also forced to retreat from the secret technique.

Depend on!

Fourth-level True Martial Realm?

Luo Han's face turned red, and the green light surged in his hand. A healing technique was pressed on his body, and the injury was recovered in just one breath.

call!

With several consecutive sounds of breaking through the air, the old man in the lead pounced over first and stopped dozens of meters away.

The others also appeared one after another and surrounded Luo Han, their faces full of hostility.

"Where did the yellow-mouthed child come from? He dared to eavesdrop on our conversation?"

The old man's face was gloomy and his face was full of murderous intent: "Tell me, who are you?"

spit!

Luo Han spat, his face also bad.

How long has it been since he been injured? It has been so long that he even forgot about it himself!

Luo Han sneered: "You are not good people if you don't say a word and hurt others directly!"

While speaking, Luo Han's eyes swept across the faces of these people one by one.

Except for the old man who is the fourth-level True Martial Realm, the others are all powerful people in the realm of the Martial God, and there is also a peak of the ninth-level Martial God.

The reason why these people ran to the Netherworld Forest to find Netherworld Grass was to help this ninth-level martial god break through the True Martial Realm at the peak of the peak of the nine-level martial arts god.

The old man took a step forward, a black light appeared in the palm of his hands, and at the same time he released his perception and carefully investigated the situation around him. After confirming that there were no other people around, he felt a little relieved and the murderous intent on his face became even more serious.

"What awesome mouth, but I don't have the heart to talk nonsense to you!"

The old man's tone was cold, and he actually planned to kill with murderous intent, and his whole body rushed towards Luo Han at the same time.

Nether grass is of great importance. They hid in the corner of Nether forest to search, and did not want to be discovered by outsiders. If their whereabouts are exposed, once they successfully find Nether grass, they will soon attract the enemy!

It is precisely because of this that the old man decided to kill someone!

Luo Han has never fought with a strong man in the Zhenwu realm, but after a moment of collision, he can be considered to have some understanding of the old man's strength and want to kill me? Why don't you go to heaven?

Luo Han snorted coldly, and seeing the old man pounced on him, Luo Han suddenly flipped his palm, and there was a pitch-black waist card in his palm.

"What a courage!"
Chapter completed!