Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 154
At the same time as the bell rang, the muddy water droplets all over the sky vibrated in place with the sound of the bell, and even the more trembled, the greater the amplitude, and from time to time there was a thick gray fog, and as the melody of the bell sounded, it quickly dispersed from these water droplets. come out.

The gray mist is getting more and more heavy, and in a blink of an eye, under the shroud of the gray mist, you can't see your fingers.

A strange dense fog shrouded the strange and vibrating melody, accompanied by heart-piercing howls like ghosts in the region, as if to penetrate the soul of a person, tearing the person apart and scratching the pain magic sound.

Even if you cover your ears, the magic sound will penetrate into your brain, making your mind tremble continuously.

Thanks to Xue Leng's strong spiritual sense, otherwise he would have been shocked by this invisible attack.

"This is…?"

Xue Leng narrowed his eyes, and there was a trace of solemnity on his face.

But before he figured out what the other party wanted to do, the ringtone stopped suddenly, and all the trembling mud droplets also strangely stopped trembling at the same time.

In the next moment, with a "whoosh", the mud droplets all shot over at an extremely fast speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

These muddy water droplets shrouded in thick gray mist, the moment they rushed towards Xue Leng, the gray mist constantly changed its shape, and there were countless heads of dead spirits, roaring and howling out of the gray mist.

After seeing this scene, Xue Leng faintly felt something was wrong.

really--

After the blood flame hit the gray fog, the rain of flames pierced into the gray fog without a sound, without even making a sound, like a stone sinking into the sea, without a single wave.

The blow failed, Xue Leng's expression changed, and the formula changed again.

The several blood flames around him leaped up immediately, collided together, and after merging, they turned into a dark red scorching fireball, rushing directly into the gray mist.

"boom"

After a deafening explosion, in the gray mist, a fiery red light was lit instantly, but it only lasted for a moment, and then went out again.

"What is this gray fog..."

Xue Leng was confident that with the self-explosion of the blood flame just now, ordinary foundation-building monks could be skinned alive even if they were not dead, but to deal with foul-smelling monks, this ordinary method obviously has no practical effect.

The gray mist spread quickly, and after Xue Leng's two attacks, he had been completely enveloped inside.

It was too late to dodge, because the slightly narrow space of the catacomb passage had already been completely shrouded in the gray mist cast by the stinking monk.

"Haha, boy, have a good taste of this Nightmare Bell Corpse Soul Mist!"

"thorn"

As soon as the gray mist came into contact with the blood mist shield, there were bursts of ear-piercing corrosive sounds.

Not only that, within the gray mist, countless corpse spirits and evil spirits opened and closed their terrifying giant teeth, waving sharp claws, tearing at the blood mist shield.

Most of these corpses and ghosts were people who died at the hands of the stinking monks before, and were refined into the strange bell by the stinking monks using some evil and demonic means.

The binding force of the gray mist is very strong, and it is very difficult to move within the range it covers.

But defending against the attacks of these ghosts requires a huge amount of magic power.

What surprised Xue Leng was that the bone erosion awl, which had been invincible before, began to shake violently after supporting it for a while, showing faint signs of failure.

Heart terrified.

Xue Leng knew that the stinking monk was very powerful, but only when he really fought against each other would he know the horror of this guy.

Touching the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, Xue Leng forced himself to calm down.

Speaking of it, it is really a bit exaggerated. Since the establishment of the foundation, his self-confidence has swelled, and he has underestimated the monks in this world.

This time, my carelessness allowed the other party to seize the opportunity. If I didn't deal with it carefully, I might really lose my life here.

Thinking of this, Xue Leng instantly increased the output of mana against the Bone Corrosion Awl, hoping that it could last a little longer and buy some time for himself.

At the same time, he untied a storage bag at his waist and released the blood coffin stored in it.

The Bone Nether Corpse signed a natal contract with him, and naturally understood the changing situation in front of him, so as soon as it appeared, it roared and rushed towards the strange bell in the center of the gray fog, and its figure disappeared in front of Xue Leng in an instant.

Xue Leng was relatively reassured about the Bone Nether Corpse, because it was originally a corpse refining body, and it was born with some resistance to the gray fog.

What's more, there is a natal contract connection, if one party is in trouble, the other party can also lend a helping hand in time.

Not to mention, with the entry of the Bone Nether Corpse, there was a flash of blood in the gray mist, and the gray mist also surged up and down the river. With the bursts of roaring sounds, the mist around Xue Leng suddenly disappeared. It's really dark.

However, this is only for a while.

After a swaying magic sound, the gray fog became thicker again.

However, this period of time was enough for Xue Leng.

As he waved his hand, a streak of blood sprang out, appearing so dazzling and shining in the gray and dark gray fog.

"Tsk tsk, blood repair?"

In an instant, the stinking monk's mocking voice rang in Xue Leng's ears.

"What's wrong? Scared?"

Xue Leng sneered and asked back.

"Afraid? Boy, I found out that you are really crazy, even Fairy Linglong from Xueqi Clan is no match for me!"

"You blood cultivators who claim to be the leaders of the Demon Dao can't hurt me at all, haha!"

The stinky monk's voice was full of contempt and arrogance, as if he didn't care about the blood cultivator who was also an evil way.

"is it?"

Hearing this, Xue Leng slightly opened a gap in his eyes, and whispered.

Immediately afterwards, a blue-gray bead flew out instantly.

A surge of terrifying thunder and lightning is rapidly brewing within it.

"Hey, Blood Dao Divine Ability can't take you down, so what about Tianlei?"

"What! What is this?"

Seeing the scene in front of him, the stinking monk seemed to have seen a ghost, and the evil green eyes were full of inconceivability.

Because the ball of lightning in front of him was constantly expanding and radiating violent energy, like a heavy hammer, it instantly crushed the absolute confidence that the stinking monk had always maintained.

"Damn, how could he have such a thing?"

At this time, the stinking monk had no choice but to admit the established fact in front of him.

It's not that he hasn't felt the threat of death before, but it's never been as strong as today. For the first time, this thing in front of him actually gave him an inexplicable sense of fear from the soul.

"This time, I'm afraid I kicked it on the iron board."

For him, who is used to killing and seizing treasures, whether it is a stubble can be tested by just stretching out his hand.

However, here at the smelly monk, I have never regretted this statement

It's not like he hasn't experienced such situations before, and he is the only one who survived in the end.

Moreover, until now, we can only bite the bullet. Anyway, the result is either you die or I live. Whoever is ruthless will live a long life.

The stinking monk is a ruthless person, and he is more ruthless than anyone else.

The world of cultivating immortals is a world where the weak prey on the strong. In this cruel world, he knows how to survive better than anyone else. This is also the belief that the stinking monk has always insisted on in his heart.

The strong murderous aura was released in an instant, the bloodthirsty green eyes of the stinking monk flashed red, and the countless muddy water droplets in the gray fog quickly gathered towards the center. In just a moment, a tall man standing several feet tall stood up from the ground. Huge mud corpse.

The corpse slime kept agitating and circulating on the foul-smelling monk's body, and huge blisters continued to emerge. The face full of corpse maggots, with sharp teeth exposed, looked horrible and disgusting.

After condensing the body of the mud corpse, the stinking monk raised his head and glanced at the expanding thunder ball in front of Xue Leng, his eyes were bloodthirsty and terrifying.

The stinking monk is definitely not a person who just sits and waits to die. He makes a decisive decision at a critical moment. After twisting his huge body, it turns into a mud tornado and instantly melts into a huge mud vortex that appeared above the ground.

"Hmph, it's not that easy to hide!"

Xue Leng gave a cold snort, and stomped the blood flames under his feet, and instantly radiated a huge net of blood flames around his feet centered on his feet.

This "Blood Evil Flame Net" was arranged in advance to subdue the fierce thunder flame. Seeing the stinking monk hiding underground this time, Xue Leng naturally unceremoniously used it to force him out of the ground.

"what…"

After a sound of burning flames, the Blood Fiend Flame Net immediately made a contribution, and a large puddle of scorched black muddy water burst out from the ground howling in pain.

And Xue Leng took advantage of this opportunity, stretched out his hand and threw it, controlled the activated Qing Lei Mie, and attacked the stinking monk.

The speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, Qing Lei Mie continued to magnify in the eyes of the stinking monk.

"Mother, I'm going to die together!"

Seeing that the evasion was fruitless, the stinking monk's face instantly showed an unusually bloodthirsty ferocious color. After the huge body of corpse roared loudly, it opened its mouth wide. Swallowed Qing Lei Mie into his stomach.

This…

Xue Leng's eyes were fixed, and he felt something bad in his heart.

Before he had time to think about it, Xue Leng didn't stop the movement of his hands. After the foul-smelling monk swallowed Qing Lei Mie, he immediately pinched the magic formula——

"burst!"

Xue Leng shouted loudly, but in the next second, the explosion did not resound in the foul-smelling monk's body in time as Xue Leng expected...

After Xue Leng reacted, there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

This person did not know what kind of secret technique was used to cut off the connection between himself and Qing Lei Mie in a very short period of time.

It was the first time Xue Leng encountered such a strange situation.

It seems that the body of this mud corpse really has some skills, and even the spiritual consciousness can be completely isolated. Qinglei Mie is like a stone sinking into the sea, no matter how hard Xue Leng tries, there is no sense.

Of course, cutting off contact doesn't mean that the stinking monk can stop the thunder explosion, but the explosion time of Qing Lei Mie is beyond Xue Leng's control.

However, with such a dangerous thing out of control, the consequences can be imagined.

now--

The foul-smelling monk who swallowed the corpse of the blue thunder, his body is like a balloon that keeps blowing up, and it is constantly being expanded by the violent force of the thunder explosion ball in his body...

And he himself approached Xue Leng at an extremely fast speed.

"Could it be, do you want to die together...?"

Thinking of this possibility, Xue Leng was shocked.

He knew that the smelly monk was cruel, but he didn't expect that this guy was not only cruel to others, but also extremely cruel to himself.

Calculating the time in his mind, Qing Lei Mie would explode in the foul-smelling monk's body at any moment.

In desperation, Xue Leng immediately turned into a puddle of blood and shot backwards to dodge. At the same time, corpse spirit blood gu swarmed out, wrapping the blood tightly.

Anyway, let's turn on all the defenses first.

Xue Leng knew the power of Qinglei Mie the most. Even with full defense, he couldn't resist the power of a full-strength attack from a monk in the early stage of alchemy.

"Tsk tsk, boy, are you scared? Aren't you very arrogant just now? How about dying together?"

The foul-smelling monk's deformed and distorted face of the clay corpse stretched out his long tongue like a spirit snake and licked his muddy lips, then he opened his mouth suddenly, and the huge clay corpse's belly swayed strangely like a toad Afterwards, Qing Lei Mie, which was at the critical point of explosion in his abdomen, was suddenly sprayed out.

As soon as Qing Lei Mie came out of the foul-smelling monk's body, he flew back in Xue Leng's direction at an extremely fast speed.

And at this moment-

The distance between the two is already quite close.

When the green thunder disappeared, Xue Leng also immediately regained control over it.

However, it is obviously too late to control now.

Because Qing Lei Mie, who had swelled to the extreme, exploded in the middle of the two the moment he appeared.

"boom"

This time, both of them were at the very center of the explosion.

At the same time, the two of them devoted themselves to resisting this majestic thunderstorm.

After the foul-smelling monk sprayed out the blue thunder, he immediately retreated to defend himself.

However, because the center of the violent explosion was too close, it only had time to shrink the body of the corpse to a spherical state before being submerged in the violent sea of ​​thunder.

Xue Leng has no way of caring about the life and death of the stinky monk, because he himself is in a critical moment of life and death.

"This beast!"

Cursing secretly in his heart, the blood gu of the corpse spirit squirmed sharply, instantly intertwined into a pair of huge blood cocoons, wrapping him inside.

Although he was turned into blood with the aid of the Heavenly Slaughter Blood Robe and had a certain immunity to spells, the spatial fluctuations and powerful impact created by this intense thunderstorm were enough to tear himself to pieces.

However, even so, Xue Leng still far underestimated the true power of Qinglei Mie. He only knew how terrifying it was when he experienced it himself.

And, because the worst is yet to come...

In the rapid shaking of the space, Xue Leng's figure fell out with a flash of blood in the process of retreating.

The violent fluctuations of the explosion and the spatial fluctuations caused by the explosion actually interfered with the movement direction of the blood escape.

Although Xue Leng's face was calm, one can imagine the horror in his heart this time.

It was impossible to dodge again, Xue Leng could only watch helplessly as the violent and out-of-control thunderbolt energy group quickly enlarged in front of his eyes, and swallowed himself into it...

(End of this chapter)