Beauty President's Super Berserker

Chapter 1657
The cultivators also thought about what method Su Sheng and Chu Yao used, or they used the colorful crystals directly to forcibly raise their own cultivation to the level where they could forcibly break through the colorful mist.

Or they discovered some connections between the colorful mist and the colorful crystals, or the colorful crystals have some other magical uses.

Before the real deduction came out, everyone had different opinions, but they all ordered their subordinates to collect colorful crystals.

Today's monks are already very clear about the study of colorful crystals. After all, they are the only food and resources in this inverted stone mountain, so they have to be taken care of.

Therefore, the monks also have a set that can quickly allow some monks to reach a certain critical point, and quickly obtain the colorful crystals, and it will not greatly affect the progress of the monk's practice.

In this way, although all kinds of monks were collecting colorful crystals, the speed of collection was not slow at all, and some colorful crystals appeared soon.

Many monks have given up some past grievances for the time being, and of course not all of them let go in this way, and some monks still refuse to give up and want to target them in certain aspects.

But on the whole, they were able to unite to study the origin of the colorful mist and analyze how to overcome it.

Dangrang also has quite a few monks who are still insisting on their own methods, using colorful spirit stones to strengthen themselves, or researching other directions, researching the relationship with the colorful mist.

It's just that in the direction of strengthening oneself, the monks occupy the majority. After all, the monks trust themselves and are not very willing to trust outsiders.

After such a long time, a monk finally raised his own strength to a very powerful level.

Already have the qualifications to walk through the colorful mist.

With this discovery, many monks were shocked. Some monks who were still hesitant chose to strengthen themselves.

Soon, another cultivator took his physical strength to a higher level, and he immediately tested the colorful mist with great confidence.

The monk stepped into the colorful mist without hesitation, and immediately guarded his natal treasure, a huge brass bell, in front of him.

The turbulent colorful mist immediately impacted on the big brass bell, making crisp and clear sounds continuously.

The cultivator was not surprised by this at all, but his eyes were slightly bright, and then he let out a low drink, and the power of Qi and blood burst out, resisting the turbulent colorful mist.

And pushing the big brass bell, walking towards the colorful mist step by step, the monk felt the eager eyes coming from behind him, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But sad reminders usually happen in this situation.

Just when the monk felt that his life had reached its peak, when the whole body of the monk entered the colorful mist.

The cultivator immediately let out a shrill scream, which made the faces of the cultivators who were staring at him turn pale.

It seemed that some kind of restriction had been triggered in the colorful mist, and immediately the entire raging colorful mist became violent and rolled violently.

The degree of tumbling of the colorful mist is very turbulent, and it can be said that there is a difference between heaven and earth before.

If we say that the colorful mist before was just like a turbulent small river, but the colorful mist at this moment is a magnificent and roaring river, and a fault suddenly appeared, forming a terrifying waterfall. The turbulence is extremely terrifying!
Under this terrifying power, the monk's flesh and blood were sliced ​​off by a force at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the monk became bloody and bloody. At this time, the monk kept howling in pain, and swung the natal spirit treasure in his hand desperately, but it was useless.

Because he had to resist the violent colorful mist in front of him, the energy and blood power of the monk was rushing out, but not only did not have the effect of suppressing the colorful mist, but instead aroused the ferocity of the colorful mist.

Therefore, this cultivator is constantly being washed by more colorful mist, and along with the washing of these colorful mist, strands of flesh and blood are continuously taken away.

Not far from the colorful mist, there was a monk who entered first, and that monk was also screaming in pain at this moment.

Apparently it's a bad crime too.

Outside the colorful mist, the expressions of a group of monks changed uncontrollably when they saw this, and they took a step back subconsciously, looking at the scene in the colorful mist in horror.

Hearing the shrill cry, none of them dared to go forward to rescue them, but retreated further away, and the frightened look in their eyes couldn't be concealed no matter what.

It's not that they don't want to save people at this moment, but they don't dare to save people.

Although they haven't tried the power of the surging seven-colored mist, they can guess a thing or two from its appearance.

What's more, the two monks who entered the colorful mist one after another, although their two strengths were not the strongest in the field, they were both on the same level.

Even if any of the monks present came out, he would not dare to say that he could easily beat those two monks.

Under such circumstances, facing the berserk seven-colored mist, the two monks not only had no power to resist at all, they didn't even have the ability to escape.

How can this not be called a kind of friar's heart?
Therefore, none of them dared to take risks lightly. If they got in and no one could be rescued, but put themselves in instead, everything would be over.

Therefore, even if some monks wanted to save those two monks and asked them about their specific situation, no one made a move.

The time passed like this, with many monks giving up and thinking about it, and soon, the time of three breaths passed.

The two monks in the field did not have any trace of bright red blood on their bodies at this moment.

Because the flesh and blood on their bodies were blown away by the colorful mist, now only the white skeletons remained, which looked quite holy.

It's just that the scene that appeared in front of everyone's eyes now made people feel creepy.

At this moment, the violent seven-colored mist also began to calm down, becoming the same as before.

If it weren't for the two white skeletons left in the field, all the monks would think that what they saw just now was an illusion.

The cultivators present at the moment did not act rashly, but carefully looked at the movements of the colorful mist in place.

All the expressions were calm, and none of the monks was speaking, and they were all silent.

Not long after, the colorful mist stopped completely and returned to its original calm appearance, without any waves.

(End of this chapter)