I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

The more Jin Man thought about it, the happier she became, and she couldn't suppress the joy on her face at all.

But she turned around, looked at the bloody environment around the secret realm, touched her chin, and had no idea how to find Mingchuan from here.

Ever since she entered the secret realm, she hadn't seen anyone else for a long time. She just kept fighting with the monsters and the spiritual herbs.

Jin Man fell into deep thought for a moment.

She looked around carefully and thought for a long time, then suddenly an idea came to her.

"Could it be that... this secret realm isolates everyone who enters it into another dimension?"

"Then what was the point of the Sect Master letting us elders come in to protect the sect disciples in the first place?"

Jin Man's face didn't look very good.

She collected all the spiritual herbs in her hands, and then looked around.

"We've already harvested enough tonight. There's no point staying here any longer. Let's find a place to rest first, so that the moon above us won't drain our energy."

After Jin Man said this, he threw out a fire sword in his hand.

Wherever she passed, the flaming sword rubbed against the ground, creating layers of sparks.

Moreover, these sparks kept bouncing onto the spiritual herbs nearby that were trying to attack Jin Man.

In an instant, some conscious spiritual herbs trembled in fear as they looked in the direction where Jin Man disappeared.

Jinman didn't waste too long and successfully found a suitable habitat.

In addition to her, Ye Chuhan's group were all in dire straits at this time.

These guys don't have the strength of Jinman, and this is a secret place they are completely unfamiliar with.

Wherever they passed, there were thorns everywhere, and their bodies were covered with bloody marks!

Those bloodstains are frightening just to look at.

Ye Chuhan couldn't help but complain: "This Mingchuan is really boring. He clearly knew we were coming in, but he didn't even come to find us. Could it be that he really wants me to die in here?"

Ye Chuhan was in pain.

Mingchuan, who was being muttered by him, sneezed violently.

He rubbed his nose and looked at the huge spiritual herb in front of him, and the pupils in his eyes couldn't help but tremble.

"Oh my god...it's so high? This is too terrifying...Can I really beat this thing? I don't want to die in its hands later."

Mingchuan looked up at the spiritual herb in front of him, and his throat couldn't help but roll.

This thing is about three meters tall, with a trunk as thick as a large water tank, and its surface is covered with dark green wrinkles, like countless earthworms entangled together.

The most frightening thing is the leaves at the top, which are as big as a cattail leaf fan!

The edges were a strange purple-black color, and countless fine threads hung from the back of each leaf.

Those fine threads sparkled with silver luster and swayed gently in the night wind, as if they were detecting the movements around them.

What’s even more terrifying is that there are a lot of bones scattered around the roots of the spiritual herb.

Judging from the shapes, there are some monsters and some humans. It is obvious that this thing is not a good thing.

Before Mingchuan could react, the spiritual herb suddenly trembled, and the leaves at the top turned around with a "swish". A crack appeared in the center of the leaves, and fine sharp teeth could be vaguely seen inside.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of silver threads shot out like sharp arrows, heading straight for Mingchuan's face.

Mingchuan subconsciously raised his sword to block, and the flames of the Nine Dragon Sword blocked the filaments outside. However, when those filaments fell on the sword, they made a "sizzling" sound, as if they were absorbing the spiritual power from the sword!

He suddenly felt the spiritual energy in his body become a little restless, as if it was about to be forcibly pulled out by something.

"not good!"

Mingchuan's heart tightened and he quickly took a few steps back, but those thin threads followed him like a shadow, and some of them even bypassed the sword and wrapped around his arms.

A cold suction force came along the filaments. He could clearly feel that the spiritual power in his dantian was rapidly dissipating, and his limbs began to feel numb.

"This thing feeds on the energy of living beings. Its filaments can directly connect to your spiritual energy veins!"

The Blood Dragon's voice rang out in his mind, "Don't resist, cut off its filaments first!"

Mingchuan gritted his teeth, suppressing the weak feeling caused by the loss of spiritual power. He turned his wrist, and the Nine Dragon Sword transformed into a wheel of fire, slashing towards the thin thread wrapped around his arm.

With a "hiss", the thin threads were burned black and broken by the flames.

But more fine threads immediately emerged from the main trunk of the spiritual herb, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

He could only keep swinging his sword to resist, but this consumed his spiritual power faster and he gradually became unable to do so.

He stumbled and was tripped by a root that suddenly emerged from the ground.

Dozens of thin threads took the opportunity to wrap around his ankles, and the cold suction force instantly became violent.

"If you keep going like this, your spiritual power will be sucked dry by it!"

Blood Dragon's voice was filled with anxiety. "Look at the area near the root of its trunk. There's a yellowish bump there. That's where its spirit core is, and it's the key to its energy absorption!"

Mingchuan forced himself to look up, and sure enough, on the main trunk of the spiritual herb near the ground, there was a fist-sized yellow bulge, which was beating slightly with the movement of the spiritual herb, like a heart.

"Caught you!"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Mingchuan's eyes. He suddenly inserted the Nine Dragon Sword into the ground to steady his body, and quickly made a hand gesture with his left hand.

Under his guidance, the remaining spiritual power in his body flowed into the hilt of the sword along his arm. The golden light on the sword suddenly burst out, forming a golden dragon shadow, circling and rushing into the sky.

"Nine Dragons Destroyed!"

He let out a low roar and suddenly drew out his sword. The dragon shadow swooped down with the sword's force, and with the momentum of destroying the world, it slashed straight towards the yellow bulge.

The spiritual herb seemed to sense the danger and waved its leaves frantically to try to stop it!

But the dragon shadow was unstoppable, instantly penetrating the leaves' defense and slashing fiercely on the bulge.

With a "puff" sound, the yellow protrusion was chopped into pieces, and a stream of pure green energy gushed out from the broken part.

What was strange was that as soon as the energy appeared, it was drawn by the flames on the Nine Dragon Sword and rushed towards Mingchuan.

"Quickly practice your mental skills and absorb its spiritual power!" Blood Dragon reminded hurriedly.

Mingchuan quickly sat down cross-legged and circulated his spiritual power according to the mantra of the mental method.

The green energy flowed into his body through his pores. Although it carried a hint of the greenness of grass and trees, it was extremely pure.

The originally empty Dantian, nourished by these energies, was actually filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was even more condensed than before.

The spiritual herb lost its spiritual core, and its trunk began to shake violently. The leaves at the top slapped the ground frantically, making painful roars.

It seemed like it wanted to pull out its roots and escape. The soil around its roots began to loosen, revealing dense white roots!