No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 105 Mountain God
The monk calls the wind and the rain with his hands, moves mountains and fills the sea, thinking that his cultivation reaches the sky.

However, they have forgotten the fear of being dominated by nature once upon a time.

A peerless evildoer of the four realms, mastering the four spirits spells, when the aura is sufficient, it can even blow up the entire mountain!

But he couldn't escape the turbid current of nature.

Dao Yamamoto has no god.

But now there is.

When the whole rice field sank, it was as if a mountain god opened his mouth and swallowed the six people in the mud.

"What? Why is there a swamp!"

"This is, why is this swamp so..."

"Tut! Get up! Get up! Ugh—"

Half of the six people were trapped in the sand. They tried to struggle, but the more they struggled, the deeper they sank.

This is naturally not just a swamp, nor is it just quicksand, perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a swamp.

This kind of sediment terrain can be seen occasionally in the rainforest with sandy soil, but the scale and viscosity are not as exaggerated as those made by Ningluo.

But its principle is indeed connected with both, after all, they both have a common name.

non-Newtonian fluid.

Its properties are somewhat similar to Su Yao's, because the surface is both solid and liquid.

If Zhang Yong and the others jumped directly from the sky, then the quagmire would be as hard as cement, extremely solid.

But if they step in slowly, the stickiness on the surface of the swamp will be destroyed, and the nature will gradually approach liquid.

At the same time, the upper layer of sand will gradually sink, taking the body of the trespasser with it to the bottom.

When a human leg gets stuck in the mud, if you want to lift it out by brute force, it will take a full 10 cattle.

That's about as much power as a mid-size car.

However, when Zhang Yong and the others reacted, half of their bodies were already sunk in.

The qi refiners in the world of dust are just glass cannons, how can their frail bodies break free from this gnawing mud?

They habitually stepped on the air, but they found that although the sand on their legs was solid as solid, every time they exerted force, the sand would become soft again.

There is no point of leverage, and no room for stepping into the void.

This kind of meaningless struggle made them sink even deeper.

Zhang Yong's reaction was quick.

Although the traversers don't understand non-Newtonian fluids, they also don't know that slowness is the secret to escape.

But at least they know they have water spirit spells.

As long as this terrain is destroyed, no matter whether it will hurt itself or not, at least there is still room for survival.

How could Ningluo give them this chance?
Ning Luo stood on the edge of the swamp, his face was expressionless, and there was no trace of pity in his expression.

We have no enmity or grudge, and I said that I am willing to negotiate peace, but you insist on seeking your own death.

Who is to blame?

Obviously you can go to find Ye Chen who is also seriously injured, but you want to find me?

Is it because I want to talk about peace, so you think I'm easy to bully?

Ning Luo raised his hand: "Torrent."

The resonant position of the Daowen goes deep into the ground.

There was a piece of quicksand, which Ning Luo had prepared in advance.

He pierced through the terraced fields with his spirit sword, and then buried the Quicksand Talisman deep into the ground.

The two quicksand talismans desertified a large layer of mud on the ground, and then stopped at a position about ten meters above the surface.

The reason for such precise control is also due to the "finishing touch" taught by Ning Qiu.

When the quicksand took shape, Ning Luo mixed the soft mud on the surface of the terraced fields with sand and water until it turned into a swamp.

Ning Luo sat cross-legged on the only piece of pure land in the field, silently waiting for Zhang Yong and the others to arrive.

The terraced fields for planting spiritual rice are so wide, so Zhang Yong quietly stepped into the mud fields in order to kill with one blow.

He is sure that there is no surge of spiritual energy in the ground veins, and there are no traps of talismans around.

So he was relieved.

So they stepped into the mud.

What greeted them was the "torrent" that Ning Luo had already prepared.

Under the urging of spells, the quicksand will sink and shrink when it meets water, and the torrent also shatters the "diaphragm" between the mud and quicksand.

As a result, the entire rice field sank in an instant!

When the second torrent sounded, the wide rice field sank even deeper!

The silt surface full of rice seedlings is like the upper and lower lips of a mountain god, suddenly pressed together!
Zhang Yong raised his hands high, but he didn't have time to call out the rain until the mud swallowed him completely.

The figures of the six people fell into the abyss together with the green rice seedlings, and there was no more sound.

Ning Luo didn't change his face, and waved his hand casually.

Agitated by the mountain wind, the three talismans fell to the swamp like butterflies.

One shakes the ground, one shakes thorns, and the other leaves the fire.

"disease!"

As soon as the words fell, Daoshan shook!Thorns!

A flame burst out suddenly, following the growth of the thorns, it burned the swamp red in an instant!

After being buried in the mire and Lihuo together, what Ning Luo could see was nothing but the scorched surface.

Where the rice fields were originally located, there was a gap like a moon crater in the end.

That is the cemetery of Zhang Yong and the others.

Ambush, lure, trap, seal.

Four simple steps are enough to bury this group of glass cannons here.

They are used to calling themselves monks, and they are used to dealing with spells and spiritual skills.

However, they never imagined that, as monks who move mountains and fill seas, they would one day be overwhelmed by the power of nature and fill themselves into mountains and seas.

If you don't respect the mountain god, you will suffer bad luck.

A prophecy.

Ning Luo stepped on the sunken moon crater, but he didn't feel a little moved.

Indeed, bog alive burial is obviously a very tortured death process.

But that is the way they choose to die.

But it's his own fault, and he can't blame him.

But I have to say that Despair is indeed a good tool for generating inspiration.

"The quagmire is sinking, and I will write it down in my small notebook when I look back."

Ning Luo stroked his chin and said in his heart: "Recently, with the improvement of strength, I rarely put myself in a weak position. Now it seems that natural conditions can indeed be made good use of, and this is also the point where monks are negligent."

He found himself obsessed with cultivation, or "technology" recently, and he hadn't paid attention to the details of this kind of operation for a long time.

But the practice cannot be smooth sailing, especially in the Kuroshio dungeon, there will be some obstacles of force majeure to some extent.

If it is like today again, the cultivation base is limited, the situation cannot be broken, and the situation is still at the end of the mountain.

That operation and technology are more necessary.

The audience outside the stadium couldn't recover.

They pointed to the original split screen of Zhang Yong and others, halfway through the insulting words, but the object of the curse suddenly disappeared?
The audience was tongue-tied and their palms hovered in the air. They never expected such an ending anyway.

They couldn't see the quicksand that had been underground before, they only knew that Ning Luo was constantly digging.

It was as if he was digging a grave for himself.

The audience couldn't help laughing because it was obviously not a situation to laugh at.

It wasn't until the quicksand talisman fell into the hole that they vaguely realized what it was.

When he saw the end, Ning Luo dragged his half-disabled body, and even managed to break through with the dragon detection technique.

He can't use spiritual skills, so he can only use the incomplete spiritual veins in his body to release spells, and use the inner spirit floating in the sea of ​​​​qi to control the talismans.

But he won the four realms, or six four realms.

As usual, the bullet screen was full of "???", followed by overwhelming doubts.

【Didn't he just break through in the field? 】

[Why can one realm use spells? 】

【He still has a sword!People can control the sword without breaking through! 】

[Is this reasonable? ? ? 】

All doubts can be summed up in one sentence.

Hang it up, it's boring.

But what others don't know is that Ning Luo can use spells even without breaking through.

After all, the technique only needs the spiritual veins enough to outline the Dao pattern, and possesses the sea of ​​Qi.

Ning Luo's dao pattern was corrected by himself, and the sea of ​​qi was also shaped by himself, so he is naturally capable of outlining the dao pattern.

However, the barrage of doubts quickly subsided.

The audience at the scene remained silent.

Even though Ning Luo was out of trouble, there was no trace of celebration or suspicion at the scene.

They looked at the only three light curtains left in the field, their expressions mixed with puzzlement, contradiction, and a little imperceptible anger.

Because Ning Luo never got rid of the crisis.

A real hunter is indeed the most able to hold his breath.

Daoshan, pit.

"Crack, snap, snap."

Applause sounded, and footsteps approached.

The withered leaves brushed over the slender robes, and gently brushed into the sky.

The young man in a moon white robe approached with a smile.

That is, Chen Ge.

　Ask the old men something.

　　In some fonts... and will show different styles.

　　If the former becomes a floating ellipsis, then please deduct 1, gentlemen.

　　If more than one person buckles, then I will change the way of playing the ellipsis in the future.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)