Douluo: Becoming a God From Dreaming

Chapter 20 Yin Corpse Grass

Immediately, Wang Shenmeng plunged into the cold pool, dived down more than ten meters, released the possession of the martial spirit, operated the Xuantian Kungfu, and turned into the state of fetal breathing, while resisting the surrounding water pressure.

Wang Shenmeng circulated his purple devil eyes in the water, and the seven-colored light flashed in his eyes. The entire colorful world seemed to disintegrate in his eyes, separating various subtle elements and spectra. Everything was extremely clear, and the eye skills were far better than described. Even more powerful, he could easily pass through the barrier of more than ten meters of water and see clearly what was happening on the water.

I saw countless fire-eating moths hovering over the cold pool, and the heat wave that baked the icy pool water was rolling. Countless fish and shrimp were directly cooked, floating on the water with their bellies turned upside down.

But thankfully, these moths dare not go into the water.

Most of these fire-eating moths are less than one meter long and are spirit beasts that are within a hundred years old. Only three or four are more than one meter long and are hundred-year-old spirit beasts. The largest one among them is actually six or seven meters long. Surrounded by many fire-eating moths, you can see that he is the king of moths.

"That person's plan to bring disaster to the east has been considered a success. The fire-eating moths seem to be very eager for my butterfly martial soul, and they look like they will never give up. Moreover, these fire-eating moths often endure the pain of burning their bodies, and their spirit The power is extremely strong, and the aura emitted by my martial soul can hardly affect them."

Wang Shenmeng was deep in thought, and when he saw the fire moths lingering around, he didn't dare to show his head, and quietly swam in the water, heading downstream.

And not long after he left, a ray of light flashed in the void, and Ju Douluo, wearing a golden chrysanthemum-patterned armor, appeared. The strange thing was that he was clearly standing on the edge of the cold pool, but thousands of fire-eating moths were standing there. And turn a blind eye to it.

"It's really surprising. That was a self-created soul skill just now? At such a young age, this kid has already used his mental power so well. He is indeed a peerless genius."

Chrysanthemum Douluo showed admiration on his face, recalling what he had seen in the past two days, this kid was undoubtedly outstanding in all aspects, whether it was intellect, comprehension, or reaction ability, it was far superior to ordinary children.

"His martial spirit is definitely not a colorful butterfly in the usual sense. Just the power that is naturally emitted, it has a not weak hallucinogenic ability. It is inevitable that everyone below the great soul master will be affected. How incredible is this? This martial spirit Its quality is at least top-notch, even more mysterious than Hu Liena's fox spirit."

If it weren't for being too shocking, Ju Douluo would even think about god-level martial souls.

At least in his decades of experience, a tenth-level soul master can influence a higher-level soul master only with the breath naturally emitted by the martial soul. This is only seen in the pure and holy breath emitted by the angel martial soul , the rest, no matter if it is the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex or the Clear Sky Hammer, it is impossible to do it.

"This is a super genius. I have to tell His Majesty the Pope that no matter what method is used, he must let this child join my Spirit Hall, and he must join willingly. If he is abducted by the Shang Sanzong, the future will definitely be a disaster for my Spirit Hall." A horrific disaster.”

Chrysanthemum Douluo's usually seductive face had a rare serious look at this time, he looked at the fire-eating moths hovering in the void, and smiled coquettishly: "It seems that this child has his first spirit ring, let's let him Let me see what method you use to defeat these little things! I hope it can give me more surprises. Hehe..."

The sweet laughter became lower and lower, and as the golden light and shadow scattered, Ju Douluo's figure also slowly disappeared, turning into a golden stream of light and silently heading downstream of the cold pool.

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Wang Shenmeng came ashore from a bend downstream of Hantan, and could no longer feel the breath of fire moths in his tentacles.

"Although most of the fire-eating moth swarms are relatively weak, thousands of them gather together, and the thousand-year-old soul beasts have to take a detour, which is far beyond what I can deal with."

"However, although the group power is strong, its weakness is also obvious. As long as there is a large-scale group attack method, the upper limit does not need to be too high, and the effect of clearing the field can be completed very quickly."

There was a smile on the corner of Wang Shenmeng's mouth, "Although I can't do this with my strength, poison can!"

After watching Tang San's previous life from the sidelines, Wang Shenmeng naturally became an expert in using poison. He didn't have the ingredients for high-level poison, and he couldn't make it even in a short time, but it was used to deal with soul beasts less than a hundred years old. Toxic, but not difficult to do.

He traveled a lot in the Soul Hunting Forest during this period and saw a lot of poisonous weeds. However, because he did not have a space soul guide device, he did not pick them extensively, but he still remembered the general location.

"Fire-eating moths are fire-type soul beasts. To deal with them, the best way to deal with them is cold-type poison. The Yin corpse grass in the corpse poison forest is good. It can definitely restrain the fire-eating moths."

Wang Shenmeng found a hidden place, and spent two hours restoring his soul power to its peak, then spread his wings, flew for more than ten miles, and landed outside a gloomy forest.

The woods were gloomy, filled with thick gray mist, and there was a rotten smell that made people sick.

Wang Shenmeng could tell at a glance that there must have been a great scuffle in this place, and that many corpses were buried below, whether they were human or spirit beasts.

He named this forest the Poison Forest, and there are many poisonous plants growing in it, the most common of which is Nether Grass.

Wang Shenmeng carefully avoided some spirit beasts and didn't dare to go in. He only collected a large bundle of Yin corpse grass with his Xuanyu hands at the edge of the poisonous corpse forest, and then left in a hurry.

It took half a day to make this bundle of Nether Corpse Grass into medicinal powder. It was already dark at this time, but it was just right for Wang Shenmeng.

He carefully sneaked back to the cold pool, but there was no trace of the fire moth.

Wang Shenmeng immediately possessed his spirit, and the tentacles on the top of his head stretched out. The smell left in the air was immediately transmitted to his sense of smell, and he followed the smell all the way, and finally came to a valley.

Looking from a distance, I saw countless firefly moths gathering, like fireflies flying all over the sky. In the middle, there was a huge firefly moth lying on the steep mountain wall, flapping its wings, burning a raging flame.

This scene, like the stars holding the moon, is naturally very small compared to the stars in the sky, but there are also similarities. The sky is full of fire flowing around the valley, and the scene is undoubtedly extremely magnificent.

Wang Shenmeng secretly admired the mystery of nature, but his subordinates were not polite at all, strong mental power enveloped himself, and the light of the whole person was restrained, and the illusory implication as if it did not exist was even stronger, even the 700-year-old fire-eating moth Wang, it is also difficult to detect his existence.

Wang Shenmeng took out a large bag of Yin corpse powder, and threw it towards the fire-eating moths with a hidden weapon technique.

In an instant, the swarm of fire-eating moths became restless, and countless fireballs flew towards the medicine bag, burning the outer cloth in an instant, and the gray medicine powder inside was scattered, floating around, and spread all over the valley in a short time.

The medicine powder made by the Yin corpse grass is cold in nature, and ordinary flames naturally cannot be burned. At this time, it is scattered among the moths, and countless weak moths are quickly attacked. The flames on their bodies are dimmed, and then extinguished, falling like dumplings go down.

As time went by, more and more fire-eating moths were recruited, and half an hour later, all fire-eating moths under a century old rushed to the street.

Of course, these little fire moths were not dead, they just lost their strength temporarily and recovered after a few hours.

As for the three hundred-year-old fire moths, the relatively weak two also had dim flames and were greatly affected. Only the king fire moth seemed to be intact.

(End of this chapter)