Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 311 The Power of Miasma (Please Subscribe, Please Collect)

Sun Mingsheng carefully arranged the mana mask to defend against the miasma, and refined the panacea specially used to expel the miasma, as if it hadn't played a little role.

And one thing to note is that as Sun Mingsheng continued to deepen, the miasma around him became more intense, and a large number of monks disappeared without a trace after they merged into it.

This layer of miasma is the first obstacle to entering the spiritual realm. It is difficult for the monks in the foundation period, but it is not unstoppable.

In order to prevent the invasion from the miasma as much as possible, he spared no expense. The mana in his dantian circulated wildly, and a layer of water-blue mask finally stabilized a little bit after the miasma wore away.

The miasma that had invaded the physical body was quickly dissipated under the action of the miasma-dispelling elixir, the dizziness in the altar disappeared, and sobriety regained the upper hand.

"Whoosh..." Sun Mingsheng, who was walking forward, only felt a flash of light around his body disappear, because his consciousness was suppressed and weakened by the miasma, and he just managed to make a small turn at the last moment. A gash with deep bone visible.

"Which fellow daoist is hiding in the dark and making an attack? Can you show up?" Sun Mingsheng was attacked without warning, and his vigilance was directly raised to the highest peak.

It's a pity that several attempts have ended in failure, and I have never found any clues from within a few meters of my body.

The most surprising thing is that apart from this, there was no follow-up attack. This inexplicable attack was as real as a dream.

Every time there is a slight delay, the treasures of heaven and earth in the spiritual realm are disappearing, waiting quietly in place, and it is inevitable that they will continue to face new dangers.

Therefore, after repeated confirmations, Sun Mingsheng continued to move forward resolutely. The only difference from before was that he held the fire ax tightly in his hands, ready to deal with crises from all directions at any time.

"Huh?" About a hundred feet away, Sun Mingsheng vaguely saw a female cultivator dancing gracefully in this extremely poisonous miasma through layers of miasma, showing off her demeanor to the fullest.

"Could it be that he fell into an illusion under the attack of miasma and couldn't extricate himself?" Suddenly he had a deeper understanding of the danger here.

As a ray of light flickered in his mind, it turned out that the so-called attack he encountered should be similar.

This is not a long period of time, and Sun Mingsheng's mana in his dantian has consumed a fifth of his mana, and he is still in a state of being unable to make ends meet.

Although Sun Mingsheng couldn't last too long in the miasma, but just relying on the current density of the miasma, it was obviously impossible to deal a fatal blow to the monks and fall into the illusion.

After all, under normal circumstances, when any monk enters a strange environment, especially an environment full of dangers, he will naturally not lack the vigilance he should have.

The prestige of miasma in the southern border has a good reputation in the entire Song Dynasty cultivation world. Since I came here to look for opportunities, I naturally have all kinds of preparations.

"There must be other crises that have never been encountered in the miasma. Otherwise, why would this female cultivator who is also in the foundation building period fall into such a situation of frequent deaths for no reason?" A brand new thought rose in his mind .

There are plenty of legends about the spiritual world in the cultivation world, and there are endless versions of the stories, which are difficult to distinguish between true and false. However, every time the appearance of the spiritual world brings completely different dangers, there is no reference. the value of.

Before leaving the family, Sun Shengyuan also gave away some of the jade slips he had collected about the spiritual realm, but after entering the miasma, he realized that there was no reference point.

All he can do now is to maintain his own fighting power and a little clarity between the Lingtai, no matter what kind of danger he encounters, he can't let himself fall into the invasion of illusion.

"Black-striped ants, go." The mana on Sun Mingsheng's hands fluctuated while he was walking, and an extremely strong mana surged up, hanging in the spirit beast bag at his waist. More than a hundred black-striped ants faced this The unknown environment does not have any fear.

Under Sun Mingsheng's command, he flexibly flapped his wings and disappeared outside the mana mask, trying to be a pioneer.

"Second-rank low-grade black-striped ants can't survive in the miasma? The breath of more than a hundred black-striped ants disappeared in half a cup of tea?" Immediately, a brand-new problem came to the door. Faced with this kind of tricky Sun Mingsheng frowned involuntarily under the circumstances.

Along the way, he faced many kinds of dangers, and most of them faced the enemy head-on, and it was quite clear who would win and who would lose.

When the spiritual consciousness is suppressed like in front of him, the spirit insects are also more ominous, and what they are facing is an unknown situation, so how can they be calm?

"Was it the miasma that caused the black ants to disappear, or some monsters that lived in the miasma with other special effects?" This doubt has never disappeared.

Starting from the first level of low-grade black-striped ants, Sun Mingsheng has enough understanding of their habits. The miasma in front of him is certainly powerful, but it must not let the black-striped ants be wiped out within half a cup of tea. Among them, the leader It is still a second-tier low-grade existence.

"Drink" only heard a loud shout, and a burst of extremely thick flames suddenly shot out from the fire ax in his hand, and rushed directly into the endless miasma in front of him.

As the saying goes, to scare the snake out of the grass, since the opponent has not appeared for a long time, it is better to take the initiative to launch an attack. Facing a strong enemy in the front is always better than a poisonous snake hiding in the dark.

Hot flames entered the miasma, and a series of violent explosions came, but the so-called hidden enemies never showed up.

Sun Mingsheng's expression became more solemn, and the sense of crisis in his heart not only did not weaken in the slightest, but became more and more obvious.

The defensive spirit weapon Fire Rock Shield, which has not appeared for a long time, has increased in size by about a hundred times, covering its whole body in it, preventing other accidents, and carrying out a basic defense.

In his subconscious cognition, even if what he was facing was a second-tier high-grade monster, it was absolutely impossible to completely destroy it in one go.

As long as he can gain some buffer time and energy, Sun Mingsheng is naturally sure to shift the balance of the battle to himself until he wins the final victory and enters the spiritual realm.

In addition, since he has chosen to come to southern Xinjiang, it is naturally impossible for Sun Mingsheng to give up easily. No matter what kind of existence is hidden in the miasma ahead, his only choice is to move forward steadily. The spiritual realm is related to the path of future cultivation. , For any monk, it is a rare opportunity, maybe it is only once in a lifetime, and difficulties and obstacles are unstoppable.

(End of this chapter)