Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 1113 The Turtle Monk's Secret Weapon (Please subscribe, please bookmark)

In fact, facing the premise that the ancient senior monks had carefully arranged various forbidden formations before their death, as well as the natural guards from various monsters, unless there was a joint attack by a group of more than ten Nascent Soul stage monks, in most cases, it would be impossible to guarantee the earth-shattering movement caused by the emergence of the senior monks' cave.

Of course, this could also be a counterattack by the senior monks who are unwilling to accept their fate. Those who are destined to destroy their mausoleums and caves will not be able to obtain all of their legacy, and at most they can only seize an advantage.

"If you don't take what God has given you, you will suffer the consequences. Now that this opportunity has been delivered to my door, how can I just give it up and let it slip away?"

“Since entering the Buried Star Domain, I have gained some fourth-grade mid-quality spiritual medicines and materials, but I am still a long way from the goal I set at the beginning. If I want to achieve a rapid advancement in my cultivation and break through the bottleneck to advance to the fifth level of the Nascent Soul, I can only do so with the help of the treasures left in the cave of my predecessor.”

"Since he chose this white fog as his tomb after his death, he must be alone. What a huge fortune a cultivator in the middle or late stage of the Nascent Soul would have accumulated in his lifetime?"

Various thoughts kept churning in his mind, but the core was still the improvement of his cultivation. There had not been any change from beginning to end.

After having a relatively clear guess about all aspects of the situation, Sun Mingsheng naturally would not hesitate any longer. Under the protection of layers of fiery red armor formed by the Three Flavors True Fire, he turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to the location where the goshawk's shrill cry came from.

After entering the Buried Star Domain and the area covered by white fog, Sun Mingsheng became more and more familiar with the Three Flavors True Fire Technique that he had been practicing for these days, and he seemed to be able to do it at will.

In the entire area covered by white fog, the shrill cries of the goshawk were not heard only by Sun Mingsheng. Many experienced monks even went one step forward earlier, just to gain a little advantage.

"After searching everywhere for something, it is easy to find. My chance actually fell on someone else's body."

"It has been less than a month since I entered the area covered by white fog, and I have come across a cave residence of a senior that is about to be born. This buried star field is really a lucky place."

"Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly encountered the senior's cave abode. I had wasted decades of time in vain. I must grab a bowl of water to satisfy my desire."

"Gods will be killed, Buddhas will be killed. If anyone tries to stop me and try to steal the treasures, no matter where they are from, they will all be killed by my sword."

In different locations within the entire area covered by white fog, cultivators of completely different ages, genders, experiences, and personalities, after hearing the pitiful screams of the goshawk, all made the same choice, that is, to participate in the fight for the legacy of the senior's cave residence that was about to be unveiled.

The hatred of destroying someone's path is almost on the same level as killing their parents, and it is impossible to effectively resolve this kind of hatred.

In the entire Buried Star Domain, no other cave dwellings of senior cultivators have appeared in a long time. Once this one appears, one can imagine how fierce the competition and the intense the battle will be.

Different cultivators have different guesses about what is happening in the entire area covered by the white fog, and the specific waves it has caused are still an unknown.

But the instigator of all this, a turtle demon cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul with a heavy and hard turtle shell on his back, was in a state of panic. "One mistake can be made, one mistake can be made, who would have thought that the last breath of vitality of this hawk would choose such a way to hurt both sides? Could it be that the legend that these hawks are the souls of the cultivators who died here is true?"

"But this is the legacy of my turtle ancestors after all. Compared with other cultivators, I naturally have enough advantages and have enough advantages to take away most of the treasures."

This seemingly stupid and slow-witted turtle-like demon cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Stage looked at the hawk on the ground that had lost its life and was torn into two alive, and a look of helplessness and distress appeared on his face.

Every cultivator in the middle Nascent Soul stage who has been able to overcome hardships and obstacles to reach his current state has a maturity of mind and a firm determination of Taoism that cannot be easily shaken. When faced with difficult and severe situations and dangers, they can quickly unravel the mystery and discover their own unique advantages.

This seemingly stupid turtle-type cultivator in the middle Nascent Soul stage was naturally no exception, and his hand movements did not pause at all.

A semicircular blade without a handle spurted out of its mouth, which gently rotated in the air, madly cutting off pieces of stone and soil.

half an hour later
As a huge piece of bluestone fell, a wooden door with an all-green color appeared. In the middle of the wooden door was a key-like socket, as if waiting for the arrival of the next owner.

The semicircular blade turned lightly, and the shape of the blade itself changed in time. A strange-shaped key appeared in front of his eyes and was directly inserted into the hole on the wooden door. It fit perfectly without leaving any trace of blank space.

"Turtle inheritance, life essence and blood, cover, door open, command"

This turtle-type cultivator seemed to be quite familiar with everything in front of him, as if this cave did not appear on its own, but was truly owned by a senior turtle-type cultivator.

Under the influence of the key transformed from the round sharp blade and the gushing infusion of blood, a crack finally appeared in the middle of the wooden door, which had been originally integrated without any traces. The crack then gradually expanded, and the two wooden doors gradually opened. The true appearance of the cave residence of the senior monk was finally revealed before their eyes.

A fleeting smile appeared on the chubby face of the turtle-type cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. The turtle shell, which was originally located on the back and was famous for its defensive skills, was surrounded by layers of black luster and continued to expand, surrounding the entire shell.

The turtle monk's limbs and head were very flexibly retracted into the layers of the turtle shell, transforming into an oval-shaped existence, a powered sphere, and directly broke into the cave of the senior monk with the forward gravity.

In a dark and bottomless cave, a black ball with strange patterns was moving around. From time to time, a black arrow, sword, gun, or light beam would hit different positions of the oval-shaped ball of light.

However, when the elliptical ball of light in front of him faced such an attack, apart from some fiery red star-shaped spots and pauses after the collision, there was no other substantial impact, and it rushed forward smoothly all the way.

(End of this chapter)