Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 178 Goodbye Bai Qingling (please subscribe, please collect)
"Roar" the second-tier middle-grade liger roared, seeing that the prey that had reached its mouth had already escaped, its huge but flexible body, with a light twist, two powerful forelimbs slapped him firmly on the back above.

Under the torment of pain, Sun Mingsheng not only did not show the slightest expression of pain, but instead showed a smile of success.

This huge force directly acted on his body, like an arrow from the string, quickly opened the distance between the two sides, like a stone with enough strength, almost shot from the cave. The gushing ligers passed by.

It was at this moment that Sun Mingsheng resolutely bumped the horns of the Hongtu Niu, which was already on the verge of explosion, into each other.

A thunder light and a khaki light entangled together, like two introductions quickly merging. Before the ligers could react, there was a deafening loud noise, and the entire cave built on the Lingmai Lingshan The whole is in a shake.

Pieces of gravel fell from the sky, and cracks appeared on the hard rocks of the body. Because the distance was too close at the moment when the spirit exploded, Sun Mingsheng was equally unavoidable.

Under the power of this kind of explosion, which can be called no distinction between friend and foe, Sun Mingsheng's body fluttered in the wind like an old cloth bag, and his body kept hitting the stone wall.

"Cough cough" under the effect of severe pain, he coughed loudly so that he could barely maintain the last sliver of sobriety in the spiritual platform, and circulated the mana in the dantian, trying to activate the Great Zhou, to ensure that he could leave a breath of vitality as much as possible to relieve himself. injury.

It's a pity that after continuous battles and several heavy injuries in a short period of time, not only the physical body, but also scars inevitably appeared in the meridians.

Every time the Great Circle barely reaches here, it will frantically devour a small amount of mana like funnels, causing the Great Circle to fail.

Successive attempts failed, and Sun Mingsheng's meager energy was basically exhausted. He could only guarantee a trace of clarity in the Lingtai, and he never fell into a coma.

Fortunately, before the official departure, he once swallowed and refined a second-level middle-grade healing elixir. At this time, under the pressure of Sun Mingsheng's miserable state, the medicinal power hidden in different positions in the body gradually escaped. Spread out, and automatically perform a basic treatment for some serious injuries.

Under careful calculation, Sun Mingsheng managed to save his life after enduring the aftermath of the explosion of the spirit object. The ligers in the state of core explosion naturally suffered more and heavier blows.

"According to the agreed caravan, set off to the location of the liger's lair." On the outskirts of Qiling Mountain, Sun Mingwang showed an anxious look on his face. After struggling for a while, he still decided to take the risk of exploring ahead according to the original agreement.

"Ming Wang, I haven't found the family signal. If I go now, if I encounter a second-order liger, we will never return."

"It's better to wait here, with these three liger corpses as a deterrent, safety is safe in a short time."

Although they are both family monks, there are still some monks who are unwilling to take risks and try to continue waiting for the signal from Sun Mingsheng.

"Before Mingsheng left, he said that he would wait for an opportunity to kill monsters in at most two days. I can't help but provide some help within my ability. If something happens to Mingsheng, it will be a real irreparable loss for the family and the caravan. Let's go," Sun Mingwang said decisively, without any room for bargaining.

Although what he said was simple and rude, it was an irrefutable truth. After a cup of tea, the caravan set off again and moved forward slowly.

Half a day later, near the evening, the caravan appeared near the lair of the ligers, but the scene in front of them surprised all the monks in the Qi refining period, and they all showed expressions of disbelief.

The calm and waveless lake has become uneven and overflowing under the landfill of gravel of different sizes, and the green grassy and bustling valley has also become pitch black.

The biggest change is naturally that the upper part of the cave that was originally raised to serve as a barrier for the ligers' nest and daily habitat has completely collapsed, and the height is less than half of the original height. The traces of different thicknesses are like horrible scars.

"Is this the lair of ligers?"

"Could it be that the battle between the foundation-building monks and the second-order monsters can erupt with such power?"

"Where's Mingsheng? Where's the liger?"

Looking at the horrific and unbelievable scene in front of them, all the monks in the Qi Refining Period who were traveling together were full of unbelievable expressions.

Although they are all monks in the Qi refining period, they are from the Sun family after all, and they are not too unfamiliar with the battles between monks in the foundation building period, but the scene in front of them is far beyond their cognition. There was some consternation.

"Look for the traces of Mingsheng with the audio-visual skills of the family blood. If you are alive, you must see people and if you die, you must see corpses." Sun Mingwang roared hastily.

The bloodline audiovisual technique is based on the bloodline of the family monks, and through the natural induction between the bloodlines, the family monks search for the traces of the family monks within a relatively wide range.

This kind of spiritual art can be said to be the blood of success, and the blood of failure. It is completely based on the same blood. The closer the blood, the wider the range of feelings, and the more true the information. The range is also quite different.

"Cough cough..." Amidst the rocks that collapsed on the mountain, Sun Mingsheng finally woke up with a violent cough, his eyes kept searching the surrounding situation.

"It was buried in the cave by the collapsed rocks. It's a pity that there is no magic power in the dantian, and the physical injuries are also riddled with holes. It is extremely terrifying. I can't get rid of the oppression of these rocks. I hope Brother Ten and others have noticed this. I can't be the first foundation-building monk in family history to be crushed to death by rocks." Because he lost the power to resist, Sun Mingsheng's thoughts kept wandering around for a while.

It didn't take long, and after a quarter of an hour, under the passive oppression of both physical body and spiritual consciousness, he passively entered into a deep coma again to perform a simple self-repair.

If there is no external force for treatment, it can be regarded as a self-protection mechanism for monks in the face of crisis.

I don't know how long I have been in this kind of coma, and the subconscious is also continuously hit by a wave of severe pain, until one day a sudden appearance of cool power makes up for it, and then I opened my eyes little by little, and appeared What was in front of her was a pure and pleasant female cultivator in a long white dress, with bright white teeth, and she felt quite familiar to her eyes.

"I haven't seen you in several years, but this time I have repaid all your life-saving grace at the beginning, and I owe you nothing," the pretty nun teased with an extremely sincere and mischievous smile on her face.

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