Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 1112: Traces of the Legacy of the Predecessors' Cave Mansion (Please subscribe and collect)
However, these mosquitoes seemed to have an irresistible temptation to the monks' bodies and blood, and they kept lingering around them.

Once Sun Mingsheng was a little careless while moving forward, he was immediately bitten by a mosquito in an unimaginable position, and a lump of flesh as big as his little finger quickly bulged out.

In addition, mosquito eggs will remain in the meat buns and hatch in a very short time. As the skin of the meat buns becomes thinner, Sun Mingsheng can even clearly see the presence of black dot-like mosquitoes.

These mosquito cubs, which are in the growth stage, have huge appetites. They greedily devour the blood in the meat bags and constantly try to expand their range of activities.

Every time and every bit of expansion of the scope of activities was almost always at the cost of devouring Sun Mingsheng's blood and body.

What needs attention is that a large number of meat bags appearing in different positions are being born rapidly under the bites of mosquitoes and insects. This is what makes him most disgusted.

“Hmph, they are just some useless mosquito eggs. Do you think you can use me, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, as a nest to cultivate your offspring? Three Flavors True Fire, ignite…”

Sun Mingsheng naturally would not let this develop. With a command, the Nascent Soul sitting cross-legged in his Dantian gently exhaled a thick flame.

The flame did not directly leave and spread out in all directions to burn all the mosquitoes to death as it did in the past. Instead, it turned into stars and attached directly to the place where the flesh lumps appeared on the body, burning from the inside out, killing a large number of mosquito pups and eggs in the bud. Apart from turning into black breath, there was no other substantial loss.

The Three Flavors True Fire did not go out because of this. Instead, the range of burning continued to expand on Sun Mingsheng's body, as if forming a layer of indestructible flame armor on his body.

Every time a mosquito tried to repeat the same trick and land on its body to lay its eggs, it would be burned by the scorching flames and die on the spot. There was no other possibility.

Although these mosquitoes are not very intelligent and have no fear of death, when one of their companions died in vain, they quickly dissipated in the white mist around them and did not continue to pursue.

The gap caused by the difference in individual strength cannot be easily made up by quantity. The original troubles were only caused by occasional incomplete preparation.

"The danger in this white mist should be greater than expected. The trouble caused by the first wave of mosquitoes alone is already not small. If it were not for the existence and precise control of the three True Fires, it would be impossible to eliminate them in the bud so easily."

"This white fog is certainly a big trouble for explorers like me, but it is also a problem for senior monks who are trying to enter this place to open up the last cave. With their lifespan running out, once they enter, they may lose the chance to leave. No wonder there are relatively more caves of senior monks here."

Sun Mingsheng muttered to himself, and at the same time, he began to have a new assessment of the potential dangers that might be encountered in subsequent explorations.

Of course, the hope for this trip also increased sharply. Sun Mingsheng did not stay where he was. Instead, after a short rest, he went straight to the deeper part covered by the thick fog under the temptation of possible treasures.

However, in the process of moving forward, he will also conduct a detailed exploration of some locations where the caves of senior monks may exist, so as not to miss the opportunity without knowing it. This situation is absolutely not allowed for Sun Mingsheng to happen.

As Sun Mingsheng continued to explore, he encountered various dangers along the way. Sometimes, fourth-level hawks descended from the sky and attacked one after another, sometimes, white-bone arms emerged from the rock-hard ground and pulled him, and sometimes, fourth-level middle-grade monsters appeared out of nowhere and attacked him. Each different method has different focuses. The white-bone hands are good at restriction, the hawks are good at fighting, and the other monsters are good at frontal fighting. They are all the best in the same level.

If Sun Mingsheng had not been vigilant at all times, he would have suffered heavy losses long ago under the interception of various offensive means. The strangest thing was that he never found any information about the lurker.

However, faced with the obstacles that were increasing in intensity and variety, Sun Mingsheng not only did not retreat at all, but instead seemed more energetic, and had the spirit to explore the secrets hidden in the white fog more deeply.

"The more frequently they appear, the more they reveal their weakness. I wonder if I am getting closer to the cave of a senior who has already passed away."

"If it had not entered a range that the cave could not withstand, how could there be such frequent attacks? Are the disciples wasting their own strength?"

Sun Mingsheng has a relatively clear guess about this, and has been acting unwaveringly towards this goal. Under this circumstance, he can eventually increase the probability of obtaining partial gains to the highest level.

Time passed quickly in this search and busyness, one day, two days, one month, two months, until it took about a year to explore in the white fog.

"chirp"

A shrill scream from a goshawk woke up Sun Mingsheng, who was lying on a piece of bluestone, relying on a formation to restrain his breath to restore his Dantian and Nascent Soul power.

During the previous exploration, Sun Mingsheng had a clear understanding of this special flying bird, the goshawk, which was hidden in the white fog but could come and go freely.

These guys have enough geographical advantages in the white fog and can use the fog to hide their tracks. The whole operation is as smooth as flowing water without any waves until the attack at the last moment.

Moreover, these goshawks are extremely cunning. They will run away as soon as they touch the target. No matter whether the final attack can hit the target, they will never hesitate or fight to the end.

Sun Mingsheng had been in the white fog for more than a year and had fought fiercely with the goshawk more than thirty times. However, he had not achieved any obvious results each time, and at most only left a small wound.

"Such a shrill scream means that the hawk has been successfully forced into an extremely dangerous state. Could it be that a fellow Taoist has already discovered the exact location of the legacy of the senior's cave?"

Sun Mingsheng quickly turned over the various thoughts that came one after another in his mind, and his eyes suddenly opened. A terrifying gaze that was as real as substance flashed across his eyes, and the figure that was originally resting on the bluestone suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the distance.

No matter who discovers the cave, from the moment his trace is revealed, he is destined not to be able to keep the treasures inside for himself.

(End of this chapter)