Chapter 308: Halfway

This flower is so beautiful. It looks like a splash of water, or like it is condensed from ice mist. It is crystal clear, and it seems as if there is water flowing inside the flower.

But the petals of this flower have a real touch, with tiny white hairs on them, a faint icy feeling spread out, mixed with an extremely refreshing fragrance.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

This is a colorless flower, but it is so beautiful that it is flawless and unlike any ordinary thing.

It looks more like a flower made of frost, as if it would scatter if you touch it with your hand.

"What kind of flower is this? I have never seen it before."

"So beautiful... Can I really touch this?"

"Such a rich spiritual energy! This must be an extremely rare treasure!"

Except for the small box where there were fewer people around, the disciples elsewhere all gathered in a circle, leaning their heads forward to try to see what it looked like, and some even wanted to touch it.

"What are you doing? Don't touch it! What if you break it?"

"Why? It's not yours!"

"Is that yours?"

"None of your business!"

"What? You want to fight me?"

"Am I afraid of you?"

After a few words, their tempers flared up again, and they all looked at each other warily, as if they were about to start a fight if they disagreed.

No one knew who in the crowd was the first to move his hands, but when this hand touched Binghua's box, everyone else exploded almost at the same time!

"court death!"

“Let go!”

What does it feel like to have a melee with more than 200 people?

Just on the open grassland, these people fought in a group. Everyone's eyes were red, their breathing was rapid, and they attacked their fellow disciples ruthlessly as if they had lost their minds.

Blood flowers bloomed on the grass, dyeing the leaves red. One after another, people fell to the ground, but the sound of swords clashing did not stop.

Those who were fighting did not realize that they had lost all rationality in their minds and could not think of anything else. Their minds were filled with only one thing: kill!

They even forgot the culprit - the flower. The box containing the flower had fallen to the ground during the fight. At this moment, they seemed to be fighting for the sake of fighting.

Their chests were filled with anxiety and murderous intent, which had engulfed their consciousness and made them unable to think of anything else, let alone stay calm.

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. None of them stopped and just kept killing. Whoever stood in their way would be killed.

The transparent flowers like ice crystals lie quietly in the box, emitting a faint fragrance, charming and full of danger.

The people who were standing fell down one by one, and the sound changed from noisy to clearly audible, and then from high to low.

When the battle reached the last two people, they had become two bloody men, with wounds all over their bodies. The blood blurred their vision, and the battle was completely based on instinct to hack and chop.

When the second person fell down, the last person also spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell forward with his head heavy and died.

Amidst the blood on the ground, the ice flower was spotless and still so clean and clear.

Suddenly, a small hand picked up the ice flower and the box. The small hand was white and smooth, and looked very beautiful together with the ice flower.

"Tsk, the Frost Flower is actually an evil flower."

Mo Jiuwei looked at the flower, shook her head and sighed.

This flower originates from this secret place and is called "Ice and Snow Magic Flower". It is like an innocent witch. It looks harmless but is actually very harmful.

Its fragrance is very strong, but this fragrance alone is non-toxic. Only those who stare at it and smell its scent deeply will gradually lose their minds, and their brains will be filled with fighting spirits, with nothing else but murderous intent.

At this time, no matter who stands next to you, you will be attacked indiscriminately.

It is not difficult to let everyone see it, but the smell is easy to spread outside the tower, and if the concentration is too low, it will affect the effect.

However, it is unrealistic to attract everyone into the tower at the same time. These people are not fools and will not be fooled so easily.

In fact, after two waves of people went in and no one came out, the remaining people had become suspicious and would not enter the tower again until they had figured out the situation.

So Mo Jiuwei and the tower spirit attacked separately. Those who entered the tower first were killed with spiritual fire, and one person was left behind to deliberately get the "treasure chest". When people outside suddenly saw the treasure, they would definitely come over to stare at it and try to find out what it was.

Mo Jiuwei deliberately stole the Qiankun bag of the last man when he entered the formation. There was nowhere to hide this box, and he was afraid that it would be obtained by people outside, so he could only take the risk and try to escape with it.

It must be said that the man suddenly got a treasure and lost his composure in his joy.

Otherwise, if he thought about it carefully, he would know that based on the character of the disciples of Wuyamen, there was no way he would survive if he ran away with the treasure in his arms like that.

After putting the flowers away, Mo Jiuwei looked at the corpses outside and couldn't help but frown.

Dirty, very dirty.

But they still have some Qiankun supplies on them, which cost a lot of money, so they should be used wisely.

As a cute and clean little girl, how could I touch the Qiankun bags of these dirty corpses one by one?

Too dirty and too tiring!

"Ta Ling, I leave it to you." Mo Jiuwei called out to his new brother.

Upon hearing the words, the summoned tower spirit moved the tower body and "walked" over, as if jumping and skipping.

Fortunately, the tower is short enough that people who are too far away cannot see it. Otherwise, seeing it move like this, other people in the secret realm would definitely be scared out of their wits.

As they got closer, the tower shook and all the corpses on the ground were sucked in.

A moment later, the corpses were thrown out by the tower spirits again and piled up into a pile of corpses.

As for the Qiankun bags on his body, of course they were all gone, and all the magical instruments he was wearing were also taken off.

This tower itself is a magical instrument. Since the space is large enough, it can barely be used as a Qiankun space.

Because of the existence of the tower spirit, it is equivalent to a space with independent consciousness that can collect and throw things away, and even organize things by itself.

It is more convenient for it to do dirty and tiring work like this than for Mo Jiuwei to do it herself, and it is faster and better!

Mo Jiuwei moved her fingertips at this moment, and the spiritual fire fell on the mountain of corpses, quickly sucking them into nothingness, leaving no trace.

With a cleaning spell, all the blood on the ground was cleaned up, and it was as if nothing had happened here.

"Two of the four teams have gone, um, that leaves half."

Mo Jiuwei nodded with satisfaction.

"Xiaota, let's go."

"Hehe, Master, my name is Huizong."

"Got it, Xiao Hui."

The Echo Tower turned into a stream of light and disappeared from the spot.

Mo Jiuwei used a speed talisman and started rushing towards Chen Lan.