Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 85 Double Flowers Bloom and Ghost Shadows Disappear

Wu Meng performed two fire control techniques in succession.

The cool night sky was dyed orange, and the chill was temporarily driven away.

A few city residents living nearby noticed the movement and were frightened to the point of trembling with fear.

Wu Meng, however, had no time to take care of this.

His eyes reflected the blazing flames, his expression was serious and he did not relax.

As his most dangerous trump card, the Ghost Whale is also the deadliest flying sword among high-level magic weapons. It consumes far more spiritual power than imagined.

Three years ago, he had just broken through the fourth level of Qi training. When he tried to control it, he was drained of spiritual energy and could barely make the sword float.

Half a year ago, Wu Meng stepped into the fifth level of Qi training, and the spiritual power in his body doubled, reaching the standard line that could barely control the ghost whale.

But this also means that he only has the power of one blow and will exhaust all his spiritual energy.

At this time, the Jifeng Nether Beast Formation that I happened to find came in handy!

After three years of warming, the spirit toad swallowed 12 auras of underworld beasts. The number of small tornadoes it exhaled increased from one to three, and its spiritual power storage increased to 50% of its original body!

It was precisely because of the above that Wu Mengfang was able to break through the opponent's protective weapon and kill him with one sword.

Not only that, he still had 50% of his spiritual power remaining in his body at this moment.

The rolling heat wave blew Wu Meng's hair.

Under the full moon, the rolling flames gradually dissipated.

Wu Meng's expression was still not relaxed at all. He even held a spiritual stone in his hand and was rapidly replenishing his spiritual power.

The flames completely disappeared.

The ashes were mixed with 'yellow sand' and scattered one after another, shining golden light under the moonlight.

suddenly!

The 'yellow sand' the size of a fist broke away from it, formed a ferocious face in mid-air, and crashed towards Wu Meng.

"Ah!! Destroy my body! I want you to die badly!!"

The ghost roared crazily, and the sound was like the friction of gravel, making the air buzz.

He’s really not dead! !

Wu Meng was frightened.

I saw his hand skills almost leaving an afterimage under the moonlight.

Suddenly, a fragrance floats away, full of vitality, and within a foot of space around the ghost shadow, grass grows thickly and trees grow.

There are flowers of nothingness blooming around it.

The tangled roots began to grow crazily in the 'yellow sand', taking root in nothingness.

"Ahhhh!"

The ghost roared, and even though its speed dropped sharply, it still crashed into Wu Meng with strong hatred.

At this time, it was less than three feet away from Wu Meng.

You can see the 'yellow sand' flying like flies, and the roots growing in it are being swallowed up quickly!

This strange insect can even swallow magic! !

This was only a fist-sized quantity. If it had been as large as the previous sandstorm, Wu Meng's technique would have been swallowed up in an instant.

Wu Meng was really frightened now, and he was glad that he had revealed his trump card immediately.

He continued to cast spells with his right hand, and a hazy cyan formation flag appeared in his left hand.

As soon as the formation flag was waved, a spiritual light rippled around him like water, enveloping Wu Meng.

Swift Wind Beast Formation!

He has already set up the formation flags and is now firing.

Huangsha's grimace hit the barrier without causing any waves.

However, the next moment, the barrier suddenly stirred up wind patterns, and its brightness became dazzling!

This is a sign that the formation is fully activated.

The spiritual energy accumulated in the formation flag itself was exhausted, and the barrier rippled like water waves.

Wu Meng quickly took five spiritual stones and patted them into the formation flag.

With the supplement, the formation gradually stabilized. Although the spiritual light was still dazzling, it was as unshakable as a rock.

Wu Meng breathed a sigh of relief.

Despite the delay, the technique did not stop, and a strong fragrance burst out.

The shadows of the trees around the ghost face turned from virtual to real, and a second flower bloomed around it.

A flower grows into nothingness.

The two flowers withered and withered.

The three flowers are transformed into puppets.

This is the three-flower puppet technique. Wu Meng has now barely reached the second level of cultivation. At this time, the technique is completed and his own spiritual power has been almost exhausted.

If it still has no effect, you can only fight with the other party!

Anyway, there are more than four hundred spirit stones in his pocket, and he doesn't believe that the other party can consume more energy than him.

Wu Meng's worries did not come true.

This sandworm, which was not afraid of fire, seemed to have encountered a natural enemy after being hit by this technique, and turned into flying ash and scattered.

When the shadows dispersed, only seven or eight crumbling grains remained.

"Impossible...impossible..."

"What realm are you in?!"

The ghost's voice was very weak at this time, like the moan of a mosquito.

Wu Meng just stood in the formation and looked at the opponent cautiously.

This person is the first evil cultivator he has encountered since he began to cultivate as an immortal. He can be described as insidious and cunning.

He arranged the cave, spread ancient books and rumors, and attracted people to explore. Not only did it look realistic, but he also had the patience to wait for decades.

Not only that, even though Wu Meng didn't understand the other party's realm, those group of strange insects would make ordinary qi-training monks go numb and run away in panic.

Wu Meng was able to win by luck.

It simply caught the opponent off guard and violently destroyed him physically.

Even so, the final counterattack was still thrilling.

If it were other monks, they would have froze upon discovering the sandworm inside their bodies, and they would not understand how they came to their door until they died.

Wu Meng shook his head and came back to his senses.

He didn't unlock the formation until the sky turned white and the spiritual energy in his body was almost restored.

After waiting for a while and intimidating the people watching from a distance away, Wu Meng returned to the scene.

Nothing happened this time.

Where the evil cultivator's ashes were scattered, two storage bags fell.

One of them was as black as ink, with a white scorpion skeleton printed on it.

Wu Meng cautiously tried several techniques from a distance.

There was no accident this time, both bags were opened.

The wind seems to be blowing.

I saw yellow sand rising from the ground, and strange insects got into the scorpion bone bag one after another.

Wu Meng observed for a moment more before taking the two storage bags into his palms.

He glanced at it for a few times, his eyes suddenly became bright and his eyebrows relaxed.

It was inevitable that the young one would be beaten when the old one came. Wu Mengyun did not get involved and left quickly.

Of course, he didn't forget the 'storage bag' that was left in the house before leaving. It had turned into a pile of loose sand mixed with leather when he entered.

But it is disguised as a strange insect.

Wu Meng naturally put it in the scorpion bone bag and accepted it with a smile.

Half a day later.

In a certain city in the south of the Yangtze River, fifty or sixty children gathered together in front of an ancestral hall of the Wang clan.

What should have been a chaotic situation was now peaceful and quiet.

Wu Meng stood on the high platform in front with his hands behind his back.

Leaning slightly, when all the children were gathered, he took out a disposable magic weapon given by Sanjiangfeng.

It is a compass-shaped copper vessel that can maintain its effectiveness for half an hour after activation.

The ritual objects are handed over to the children.

If the array pattern lights up when holding it, it means that you have the qualifications for immortal roots.

Wu Meng's face was expressionless, seemingly unaware of the awe and flattery in the eyes around him.

He was actually a little curious deep down.

The Yunyao Sect has its own "place of origin", of which about 30% come from a cultivating family, 20% come from the sect's city, and the remaining 50% are searched in the mortal world.

Because the Qinglan Kingdom is too small, like a mosquito's legs, the sect has always looked down upon it.

Is it possible that this sudden move at this time is really thinking about old feelings?

(End of this chapter)