No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 71
The shelves were filled with growth-seeking substances, and black pus slowly slid down the container.

The cauliflower-shaped sarcomas are suspended from the Lingshi chandelier on the zenith, and under the illumination of the lights, we can vaguely see the intricate veins like blood vessels on its surface.

It seems to have breathing, and the whole sarcoma beats slightly and vigorously from time to time, like an exposed heart.

The San value is crazy.

Some guards even vomited when they saw this scene.

If it wasn't for Ning Luo's psychological preparation and his knowledge of Greek novels, he might have the same reaction now.

But even so, his heartbeat was still accelerating, and his gastric juices were also churning.

This kind of thing that can't even be called a living thing doesn't mean that Ning Luo can keep his expression unchanged and have no reaction without fear in his heart.

A human being with normal sense would have a more or less physiological instinct when seeing this indescribable deformity.

Or want to tremble, or want to escape, or want to cover your eyes, ears, mouth and nose...

But Ning Luo was different, he looked at this messy scene, a hot current quietly scorched his earlobes, spread from his cheeks to the corners of his eyes, and then trickled down his whole body.

He was suddenly a little excited.

But this excitement does not come from pleasure, but from hostility.

His hand holding the long knife trembled slightly, as if he was trying to slash, and he couldn't restrain himself.

Suck……

call……

"Calm down and stay sane."

"Sane sane sane sane sane..."

After Ning Luo took a deep breath, his wrist stabilized and his consciousness regained consciousness.

The captain of the guard at the side was stunned for a long time, then lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "Back, back... we, let's get out."

Ning Luo looked sideways, but saw that the captain's arm was trembling at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Even the captain, who has dealt with the Kuroshio all the year round, was unavoidably horrified after seeing this scene.

Wisps of black currents spread towards the guards like floods.

The guards were panicked, but their steps were steady.

Because everyone knows very well that the strange substance of the Kuroshio is very sensitive to aura and emotions.

If they lose control of their emotions, it will stimulate the black tide in the entire warehouse, causing them to go berserk.

And this is an adult filth, it has preyed on a large number of spiritual things in the warehouse, and now only monks have the ability to exorcise them.

So the guards could only pretend to be calm and retreat quietly.

The reason why the Kuroshio is gradually approaching is because it senses the source of fear, so it has the urge to prey.

The distance between the Kuroshio and the sentinels gradually narrowed, and the heels of the sentinels were getting closer and closer to the light.

Everyone's heels stepped on the intersection of light and shadow, and they were about to escape successfully.

But right now!
The black tide surging on the ground suddenly paused, and then condensed into a dark tentacle, slowly turning towards Ning Luo.

"?!"

Ning Luo's heart suddenly missed a beat!
His pupils shrank suddenly, and he realized the danger instantly!
Why does the Kuroshio suddenly explode and suddenly turn to itself?
Ning Luo didn't know, he only knew that if he remained indifferent, his life might be lost!

The tentacles suddenly stabbed out!The long knife suddenly fell!

At the boundary between light and shadow, the long and narrow blade reflects the skylight, and the cool light of the knife passes over the dark warehouse and the sleeping black mud!

The sharp blade accurately slashed on the tentacles that were shot violently, cutting it abruptly, splitting it in half.

However, at the same time, the black tide in the entire warehouse surged violently!
The captain's pupils suddenly dilated, and intertwined bloodshots spread from the conjunctiva and the corners of the eyes, filling the whites of his eyes in an instant.

"run!!!"

The muscles in his cheeks trembled, and he roared violently!
There was no need for the captain to remind, the guards had already reacted.

With the activation of the Kuroshio, it would only be deceitful if you tiptoe around now. Not only is it meaningless, but it will also lead to death in vain.

As for turning around and fighting, that is also seeking death.

There is only one way left for everyone, run!
The sentry guards jumped out of the warehouse, and in just a few short steps, it seemed that they had exhausted their entire life's strength.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of tentacles in the warehouse exploded suddenly!
The tentacles pierced the roof, shattered the walls, and the entire warehouse collapsed.

After the guards retreated to the dark alley, they saw that four warehouses in the yard collapsed at the same time!Thousands of tentacles danced in the air!

All they saw was a huge and bloated Kuroshio aggregation, except for the ruins and mess!

It was a cocoon house covered by the black tide, in which a dark ink was brewing, and more than a dozen humanoid figures seemed to be submerged in it.

And those thousands of tentacles are like the roots of ancient trees.

They infiltrated several other warehouses, wantonly plundered the nutrients in the shelves, and transported them to themselves.

"Beep————"

A trombone resounded loudly, resounding through the sky!

This is the highest level of whistle alarm, which is a simple and rude blow to the end.

The harsh whistle made the eardrums of the surrounding people feel strongly uncomfortable, but no one complained about it because they knew it was a life-saving signal.

"Dirty, I saw it, it's as big as a city gate!!!"

"Run, run!"

"Sir, don't pack your things! Run!"

"Child! Xiaoyun, where are you, Xiaoyun!!!"

The long street was in chaos, but what was more chaotic than the long street was the state of mind of the guards.

They escaped the most dangerous area, but now it is a question of whether to go or stay.

A filth comparable to the size of a city gate is absolutely impossible for the guards to deal with it. Only monks have the ability to deal with it.

Moreover, one realm and two realms are not enough, there must be a large number of monks who have undergone strict training and have three realms or above.

That is the regular army.

Looking at the expressions of the surrounding cultivators, one can tell that the ordinary three realms really don't have the capital to challenge this filth.

The black tide proliferated, and the swelling filth broke through the warehouse in an instant, and also broke through the backyard of the chamber of commerce.

A tentacle shot out suddenly, but the priority target was not the sentinel, but a second-level monk!

The cultivator panicked, his aura gathered on the edge of the sword, he raised all his strength, and slashed down with his sword!
The sword wind tore apart the tentacles and gave him room to escape.

But the tentacles healed again very quickly, not only that, but even more bloated.

Ning Luo originally wondered why no ordinary casual cultivator came to help, but now he finally knew the reason.

Because the most prominent characteristic of the Kuroshio is to devour energy, including aura, overflowing blood, and treasures of heaven and earth.

If the cultivator's strength is not good enough to deal enough damage to the Kuroshio, then the aura he stimulates is nothing but nourishment for the Kuroshio.

Even because of his extravagant actions, he is likely to be targeted by the dirty, making it difficult to get out.

After all, filth has a dual tendency of energy and negative emotions.

So from this point of view, monks in the first and second realms are not even as good as ordinary people with no cultivation in the face of filth.

And mortals are better cultivated than monks, so most of the guards have no cultivation base, and they can also deal with some weak filth.

Anyway, they don't have spiritual energy to be devoured by the Kuroshio, and they won't let the blood spill out, so the filthy characteristics are basically the same as decorations for ordinary people.

When facing Foul, the sentinel's combat power is not inferior to that of the casual cultivator of the second level.

The choice before the sentinel guards is only the measurer.

One is to stop the spread of the Kuroshio with a mortal body beyond self-control, and prevent its further proliferation in a short period of time.

The second is to follow the fear in my heart and flee with the people.

Responsibility, or life?

The Kuroshio Sentry made a choice.

The people fled, and casual cultivators retreated.

Afterwards, the grotesque body that was as strong as a city gate suddenly turned to Ning Luo!
"?"

"No, what are you looking at me for???"

Ning Luo's heart skipped a beat, he was sure it was no accident.

But he didn't have time to think about why.

Because in the blink of an eye, several tentacles attacked from different angles one after another!

Ning Luo's eyes were fixed, perhaps out of disgust, a burst of violence welled up in his heart for no reason.

His footsteps were slightly wrong, he raised his knife and slashed obliquely, followed by a circular cut!
The incoming tentacles were easily severed and fell to the ground.

"Get on fire!"

"Yes!"

The captain calmed down, while the other guards panicked, but their muscle memory did not forget.

The flames scorched the embers of the Kuroshio on the ground, and the tongues of flames swallowed up the Kuroshio in an instant.

Ning Luo stepped forward with his knife in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "You all seek help as soon as possible, I will deal with this monster."

"No." The captain's gaze sank, "You alone are not enough, I..."

"Don't make a mess!"

Ning Luo shouted coldly, the captain's body trembled, and the words of refutation stuck in his mouth.

Before he could regain his composure, Ning Luo had already charged towards the compound with a knife in hand.

Sanchi Alley had already collapsed under the beating of the tentacles, Ning Luo stepped on the remnants of the courtyard wall, leaped up all the way, swung his knife to cut off the attacking tentacles.

Such a huge filth, although powerful and brutal, but the signs of attack are particularly obvious.

In gaming terms, it's too much forward swing.

Each of its tentacles needs to be driven by its roots, which is obviously not flexible enough.

Although Ning Luo's cultivation base is not there, his sword skills and reaction speed are both inherited from a hundred years of hard training experience, so it is not difficult to deal with such a slow whip.

His eyes were sharp, and he dashed between the tentacles. Hundreds of tentacles around him failed to hit Ning Luo's body from beginning to end.

The guards were stunned, and they couldn't even close their whistle blowing mouths.

The captain was even more shocked. He felt that with Ning Luo's body skills and saber skills, it would be no problem to hit him a hundred times.

But in fact, Ning Luo has not yet used the step of the dust.

These are just some small skills he has mastered in the process of learning the steps of the dust.

Ning Luo passed thousands of tentacles like flowing clouds and flowing water, and rushed straight to the cocoon room.

Although he didn't know where the filthy core was, it would be right to destroy this obvious "nutritional organ" first.

He actually thought very clearly.

Dirty is not an ordinary enemy. When the Kuroshio erupts, it can prey on aura in a short time and multiply rapidly.

The longer the delay, the worse it will be for him.

And Ning Luo didn't have Huo Zhe in his hand, he couldn't inflict effective damage to Fei.

Unless the core is broken!

In a moment, Ning Luo rushed to the cocoon room, and Miao Dao stood up and stabbed like a spear!

However, at this moment, he felt a piercing crisis coming from behind him!

The thousands of tentacles in the mid-air were actually gathered together at this moment, circling around like a drill bit, and finally gathered into a huge battle spear!

In a hurry, even the guards failed to realize the filthy behavior in the first place.

The tentacles were twisted together, and the captain and a group of guards came to their senses. Their pupils shrank suddenly, and they suddenly shouted: "Be careful behind you!!!"

However, it was too late.

When Ning Luo heard the reminder, he knew that he was doomed.

This cocoon room is not the point of filth at all.

Although he was decisive, it was a pity that he miscalculated a little.

That is dirty can self-mutilation.

If the cocoon room is not the core, then Fei can completely penetrate the cocoon room with his body!
Anyway, the cocoon room can be repaired if it is gone, but if Ning Luo is dead, he is really dead.

After all, the experience is inferior.

Thousands of tentacles gathered together, like spears covering the sky, suddenly shot out!

The wind blows!
Although Ning Luo tried his best to evade, he tried to turn around and dodge sideways...

But he knew that the moment he turned around, the spear might have pierced through the cocoon room and his body at the same time.

Until the violent wind pressure approached him.

Ning Luo felt that time was slowing down because his death was approaching.

At this moment, there was no fear in his heart, only anger and unwillingness.

He had clearly broken through the level of wolf filth, and even with his body and sword skills, even the huge tentacles filth could not pose a threat to him.

But because of his impatience, because he took a small wrong step, he eventually died.

Even the boss of a soul game isn't that bad, is it?
Ning Luo clenched his teeth, full of resentment!
However, at this moment, a fragrant fragrance of flowers suddenly passed his nostrils.

A hand rested lightly on his shoulder, and then, a cold and aloof voice sounded in his ears:

"Fortunately, I came in time."

Obviously, that's Su Yao.

A gust of strong wind whizzed by, blowing Ning Luo's sweaty black hair up.

He turned around, but saw that the tentacle spear did not penetrate his body as expected.

Instead, it stopped before a finger.

Ning Luo looked at Su Yao.

But at this moment, Su Yao is much taller.

She was dressed in a light red dress, and her waist-length white hair was curled up like a cloud of smoke, like a goddess left behind.

The strong wind blows along her fingertips, blowing her wide cloud sleeves, and even the skirt and streamers embroidered with hundreds of flowers are also swaying in the wind.

Only then did Ning Luo notice that the pair of jade feet wrapped in silk socks did not touch the ground, but were more than half an inch above the ground.

Su Yao, in Yukong!

Immediately afterwards, Su Yao turned her palm over, and a crimson flame rushed in her palm.

The flickering light of the fire illuminated the shadows under the unclean body.

In Su Yao's eyes, there is no wave in the ancient well, and her palms are empty.

So that flame was suddenly extinguished by her!

Ning Luo was shocked to find that there were phantoms of flowers in all directions around him.

The colorful flowers bloom in nothingness, and for a while, they are full of beauty, and the flying flowers are dotted with emerald green.

At what time do fireflies appear out of thin air, and thousands of birds flutter their wings and sing in the sky, singing crisply and long.

Ning Luo was fascinated by the sight, but a red glow suddenly appeared from the void, instantly filling his vision!
Judging from the experience of novels and even common sense, Ning Luo can assert that the figure covered with fire feathers...

It's Phoenix!
Wanxia Niluo, a hundred birds turn to the Phoenix!
The flame ignited from the tip of the tentacle spear, and it became a prairie fire in an instant, spreading to Fei's entire body in an instant!

Before Ning Luo even had time to blink, the rising flames illuminated the entire sky!
Countless charred embers fell from the sky, like gray rain falling after a catastrophe.

The filth is punished, and the black tide is exorcised.

The surrounding area is clean.

Ning Luo opened his mouth slightly, and if he wanted to ask about his impressions, it would probably only be four words.

"Damn it, there's something wrong..."

(End of this chapter)