Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 12 Corpse Oil and Smoke, Ghost Lane Resentment
"What the hell is going on here?"

Xue Leng, who was in doubt, felt a chill hit his chest before he had time to think about it.

Sensing the danger instinctively, he subconsciously propped up the mana barrier.

When pulling away and retreating violently, he did not forget to kick back the black shadow that was attacking him fiercely.

Hearing "嗞啦", Xue Leng's mana barrier was instantly pierced.

Even the robe on the chest was stabbed with a big cut.

Fortunately, Xue Leng backed away quickly enough, otherwise this blow would have killed him silently.

At the same time that the clothes were torn, Xue Leng kicked the black shadow with a bang, which contained mana.

In an instant, he kicked it several feet away, and rolled several times before stopping.

Feeling a burning pain in his chest, Xue Leng touched it subconsciously, feeling a little thankful.

Although there was a big cut in the clothes, but luckily he dodged in time, leaving only a shallow wound on the skin.

"Brother, you are so cruel, this kick hurts me so much!"

As the group of black shadows stood up, a voice full of resentment instantly entered Xue Leng's ears.

"This voice is... Han Ming?"

Only now did Xue Leng realize that there was no one beside him.

And the black shadow that suddenly attacked him was actually his junior brother Han Ming who returned drunk with him.

"This... No, you are not Han Ming, say, who are you? What did you do to my junior brother?"

The careful Xue Leng immediately noticed something was wrong.

Because at this time, Han Ming on the opposite side couldn't feel any human breath at all.

On the contrary, it is a bit spooky...

And this "Han Ming" was holding a dagger with a black light in his forehand, staring at him with a wicked smile on his face.

From time to time, he stuck out his pointed and slender tongue and licked the blood on the dagger, with an intoxicated look on his face
"Jie...jie...jie, you are smart, your brother has already been eaten by me!"

As soon as the words fell, "Han Ming" shriveled rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, he turned into a hideous wraith with a shriveled and terrifying face.

He gritted his sharp teeth and said to Xue Leng with a sinister smile:

"Come to my place, don't think about leaving, leave your life behind, Jie... Jie... Jie"

"Light a ghost lamp, welcome to our dinner tonight..."

"Jie...jie...jie"

In the underground city, on this densely clouded night, you can't see your fingers in the pitch black night.

Many people who like to wander outside at night are afraid of this kind of fear in the middle of the night, and instead choose to sleep in their own homes.

At this moment, Xue Leng's home is a little different from usual.

The old man Xue Xin, who was over ninety years old, stood motionless in front of the door.

In the cloudy eyeballs, withered yellow bloodshots were constantly squirming, jumping and jumping.

What's even more frightening is that the face covered with bark folds is densely covered with corpse spots!

And at the edge of Fangshi, in a certain deep alley.

In the dark alley, there were ghostly cries and howls from time to time.

Accompanied by gusts of bone-piercing wind, people who occasionally pass by here, wisely choose to take a detour to avoid it.

In the deepest part of the alley, there was a person and a soul confronting each other nervously, it was Xue Leng and the resentful soul that had sneaked up on him earlier.

"Jie...jie...jie"

The eerie ghostly laughter sounded from the mouth of the resentful soul again.

Accompanied by ear-piercing laughter, the soil on the ground around the alley gradually stirred up.

And gradually out of the black soil, rotting bone arms stretched out...

After these rotten arms stick out of the ground, it seems that it is not over yet.

Immediately behind the arms, there are ghost corpses with rotting bodies that are not human.

The ghost corpse screamed and struggled to break through the ground. After shaking off the black soil on its body, it revealed corpse faces full of maggots and green will-o'-the-wisps in its eyes.

Xue Leng, who was horrified in his heart, was guarding against these enemies who had just crawled out of the soil.

He originally thought that these ghost corpses would rush forward.

After a few breaths, I was surprised to find that these guys actually walked in the opposite direction of the alley.

Accompanied by the roar of "hiss... hiss", these ghost corpses actually came to the houses around the alley.

Looking at the lantern hanging on the eaves, while reaching for the lamp, the other hand was digging frantically from his stomach.

The red, white and white viscera and blood flowed into a big puddle, and then a handful of soapy white things were pulled out from the belly and put into the lantern.

Immediately afterwards, the burning will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes flickered, and the pile of soapy white things spontaneously ignited.

With the sound of crackling and crackling, bursts of dark white smoke continuously gushed out from the lantern.

"What the hell is this...cough cough...the smoke is actually poisonous!"

After coughing violently a few times, Xue Leng quickly held his breath.

And immediately around the body, a group of scarlet blood mist condensed to isolate the invasion of the dense white mist.

However, what made Xue Leng extremely horrified was that the scarlet blood mist on his body surface and the white mist just came into contact.

Subtle "cracking" sounds continued to sound, and as patches of white mist rose, the scarlet blood mist was also rapidly consumed.

"Damn it, what the hell is this!"

After cursing in a low voice, Xue Leng didn't care about the consumption of mana, and started to run the Mingshui Jue with all his strength.

"What exactly do you want to do, Your Excellency? Why did you bring Xue Mou here?"

At this time, Xue Leng, who was already sweating profusely, yelled angrily at the resentful soul opposite.

"Jie... Jie... Jie, I will tell you the answer at the last moment before you die, but before that, I will let you taste the dark smoke of corpse oil.

This is specially prepared for you, I want to see, how long can you last in this dark smoke of corpse oil? "

"Jie...jie...jie"

After another ghostly laugh, the figure of the resentful soul gradually became blurred, and became fainter and fainter, and finally disappeared completely.

At the same time, in the surrounding lanterns hung high by the ghouls, the green will-o'-the-wisps suddenly "fluttered" and burned more violently.

Large expanses of corpse oil smoke emerged from the lantern.

In the blink of an eye, the entire alley was enveloped in a vast white world.

When the thick smoke eroded past, Xue Leng stretched out his hands subconsciously, but he couldn't see anything.

Not reconciled, he turned to unleash his consciousness to explore, but he was still in a daze, unable to perceive anything.

Compared with ordinary people, the biggest difference between immortal cultivators is that they have spiritual consciousness.

If one loses the perception of spiritual consciousness, it is like losing one's eyes, which is extremely uncomfortable.

"This is really bad."

The panic that had never been experienced before climbed into Xue Leng's heart in an instant.

It's not that he hasn't encountered danger before, but this time, he really felt the fear of death from the bottom of his heart!

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(End of this chapter)