Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 487 Raging
Among the fifty people, Prince Honghe was the leader.

While he was on the way, a ferocious smile was on his face, with clouds swirling above his head, revealing the terrifying image of an evil god with a thousand hands and feet that was indescribable in words. This was his school's unique skill, the Way of the Ten Thousand Saints to Immortality.

He was about to rush into the cave.

Prince Honghe paused and continued to move forward, but the evil god above his head suddenly turned around and rushed towards everyone in the field.

Then the evil god was seen dancing and chanting obscure and strange spells, his whole body dancing wildly as if he was mad, inexplicably crazy.

Unlike before on the Ladder of Inquiry, where there were towering trees suppressing him, at this moment, under the urging of Prince Hong He, the evil god's form was exerted to the extreme, and its invisible power spread out in waves in all directions.

All the cultivators on the field, no matter how far or near, were now facing the evil god's image.

In the eyes of everyone, the Dharma image seemed to instantly rise from a few feet high to several feet high, and even continued to grow rapidly, occupying all people's sight.

However, the evil god's appearance was different in everyone's eyes. It was a collection of the most terrifying and fearful things in their hearts. Moreover, if you look closely, this appearance was constantly changing and had no fixed appearance at all.

There seemed to be a desire in their hearts to sacrifice themselves to this evil god in exchange for great freedom, great ease, and the strongest power.

For Yuanying Jindan cultivators, they can feel that their condition is not right at the first moment, and recite the Heart Purification Mantra to circulate their magic power to eliminate the influence of the evil god's dharma.

However, many foundation-building and Qi-training disciples had fuzzy eyes and were actually possessed. Some of them had fish scales growing on their faces, and their fingers softened and deformed as if they were about to turn into tentacles. What's worse, some of them drew their weapons and were about to cut off their own fingers and arms as a sacrifice to the evil god.

Those who are protected by elders can be pulled out of dangerous illusions; those who have no elders and are just casual cultivators who come to watch the fun are already in danger.

Especially the low-level cultivators, who were standing outside in large groups, and a bloody disaster was about to happen.

"quiet!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qingyangzi shouted hurriedly.

The bright mirror suddenly emitted billions of brilliant lights, shooting in all directions.

Countless brilliant lights shone into the consciousness of the cultivators to dispel the illusion of the evil god. The Iron Swordsman and the Cloud Piercer controlled the towering trees, and countless leaves rustled, helping many low-level cultivators to break free from the illusion.

And the entrance of Baishu Cave.

Prince Honghe had already slipped in, seemingly unaware of the amount of trouble his Dharma image above his head had caused to the venue.

Off the court.

Master Wang's hands were shaking with anger.

"Humph, these outliers from the deep sea monster clan of the Evil God Temple really have bad intentions!"

Just now, the evil god's Dharma image went berserk and he almost got hit.

There are fish on the road and the dragon river is protecting the spirits, so they are safe.

Baicao Jushi.Zhen.Baidao Mowang laughed at the side.

The Evil God Temple's skills were contaminated from the root by the immortal corpse, and it embarked on a path of extreme chaos.

Those sea creatures have been drinking the horrific immortal corpse spirit spring since they were young, and both their spirit and body have been subtly transformed. They can withstand the influence of the evil god's Dharma image. Ordinary cultivators cannot stand that kind of absolute chaos.

Therefore, the people in the Evil God Temple are very strong, their bodies are tough, and they have chaotic illusions.

Just now, Prince Honghe seemed to be venting his dissatisfaction. It seems that the information about the one hundred spirit stones still makes him feel resentful.

Lu Ye smiled and said, "Fortunately there is only one Evil God Temple, and the rest of the people didn't cause any trouble."

In front of Baishu Cave.

Fifty monks flashed past and flew inside.

It was exciting to see Hong and the prince make their appearance after a pause just now, but the rest of the people don’t have the time to show off slowly.

They can't compare with the Evil Temple.

Those crazy deep-sea monsters in the Evil God's Temple have always wanted to counterattack the shallow sea and overthrow the human race.

Whether they are enemies or friends depends entirely on the mood of this generation's Palace Master, that is, Prince Hong and his father.

So when Honghe and Prince are pissed off, they can go berserk occasionally.

No one is as crazy as him. Even the King Snake Palace is an orderly camp of deep-sea monsters that advocates peaceful coexistence with humans. Naturally, they will not embarrass Futu Island again.

Let’s talk about the fifty people who entered the cave.

A light burst out from the mirror outside, and it immediately switched into fifty pictures of varying sizes, which together formed a large circle for all the monks present to see.

At the very center, of course, was Prince Honghe, who was causing a big stir.

After the fifty people entered the cave, a circle of green light appeared under their feet and their figures disappeared into the void.

The next moment, they appeared in a prison of several meters in radius, and were locked up together with the opponents they needed to fight.

The people off the field were amazed at Cantianshu's ability.

Master Wang, who had been somewhat depressed, suddenly became cheerful again.

"My two Taoist friends, this is the small teleportation formation of the towering tree!"

"As long as you are in the tree and are controlled by a Nascent Soul cultivator, you can move the object to any place."

Baicao Jushi.Zhen.Baidao Mowang poked his head out and asked curiously.

"Then if the old Taoist Qingyang trembles, wouldn't it be possible that he could send Prince Honghe to the cave of Master Futu?"

Mr. Wang was dumbfounded by the question.

Lu Ye smiled.

"My two Taoist friends, look, the show is about to begin."

On the bright mirror.

Bursts of brilliant light have erupted in the fifty separated screens.

Everyone has already started taking action.

There are strong ones, such as Prince Honghe, who is fighting against the No. 1 physical cultivator Nascent Soul.

I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but the opponent chosen for him by Futu Island was a bald, iron-tower-like strong man with arms twice as big as those of an ordinary person, black fists, and bright eyes.

You know, a physical cultivator who comes from the Buddhist sect is good at fighting in close combat, and his spiritual body sits firmly on the lotus platform, not afraid of being entangled by illusions. Moreover, this person's black palm is extremely poisonous at first glance.

Those who were sensible enough watching the game from the sidelines exclaimed in low voices.

"Is this the Poison Maitreya who was known as the greatest thief before Madam Jiuchai came to power, but suddenly disappeared?"

"It is said that he is a poisonous monk who defected from Nanhezhou. He has mastered the Buddhist Vajra Body. His hands are as hard as magic weapons and have been tempered with poison."

"I don't know how many people fell into his hands. It turns out that they were captured by Futu Island."

The Poisonous Maitreya has been imprisoned for many years. Now that a strange face appears in the prison, he doesn't care so much.

He roared angrily, his ferocity not diminishing.

A pair of giant hands reached down, and then grew several times larger in the air, turning into a dangerous red color. A foul smell came over them, and they grabbed towards Prince Honghe's head.

The corners of Prince Honghe's mouth twitched. He was delighted to see prey. His hands turned into countless tentacles and he also rushed forward violently.

Boom boom boom!

In the Dongming Mirror image, we can also see that the two of them were like an iron hammer hitting a steel ingot, colliding head-on without any dodge!
The cell, which was more than ten meters in size, was filled with the figures of the two. The tree walls they hit shook violently, and deep pits appeared one after another!

You know, this is where the main body of the towering tree is located. It is protected by its formation and can withstand the attacks of Nascent Soul cultivators. This shows the great destructive power of the two.

The picture in the bright mirror was covered with dust and scattered light. Occasionally, one could hear the howling of two people like wild beasts, but the entire picture was filled with dust and nothing could be seen.

Although the spiritual consciousness of the cultivators on the Dongming Mirror selects a certain image, it can be enlarged in the field of vision.

However, for the two Nascent Soul cultivators, a space of more than ten feet was like a close fight, and their figures could occasionally be seen in the flying dust.

Occasionally, you would see huge tentacles with suction cups entangled with the figure of Poison Maitreya flashing in the dust.

The cultivators outside the venue were so anxious that they wanted to stamp their feet.

Everyone has been looking forward to this for a long time, who knew we would be able to see this?
Lu Ye was particularly dissatisfied.

Isn't this just mosaic? How can you fool people like this?

Everyone was anxious and could only turn around and look at other contestants who were trying to pass the level.

The painting styles of other people are different from that of Hong and Prince, but we can always find something wonderful about them, right?

But as everyone looked at the pictures one after another, they felt disappointed.

It turned out that all the Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators who were fighting were trapped in a cage.

The cave abode of the Nascent Soul prisoners is more spacious, only about ten feet in radius; the cell of the Golden Core prisoners is narrower, only a few feet long and wide.

The monks could reach this distance just by raising their feet.

Doesn’t Futu Island force the contestants to fight the prisoners face to face?

When the monk got close, every move was fatal, causing the earth to shake and the room to be filled with dust, and his figures flashed as fast as lightning.

There were cultivators everywhere outside the field, and even with their eyesight, it was difficult to see clearly.

The Dongming Mirror gives a picture, but few can clearly see the fighting scene. Most of them are mosaics and unclear. One can only hear the noise and guess who has the upper hand.

Everyone could only open their eyes and look hard when the dust settled for a moment.

Needless to say, among the eight geniuses who were the most concerned by all the cultivators, Prince Honghe was suspected to have abandoned his human form and turned back into his original form of terrifying monsters.

For example, on Yin Yijia's side, the one wearing golden armor was fighting against a crocodile Yuanying. The place was so narrow that the two could only use physical training methods. Deep pits were smashed into the cells, and dust was flying in the air, covering the entire screen.

Such a narrow area is quite unfriendly to those practitioners who need to keep a distance.

Fortunately, the people on Futu Island have not gone too crazy. Basically, magic cultivators are fighting against magic cultivators, sword cultivators are fighting against sword cultivators, and physical cultivators are fighting against physical cultivators. It just depends more on the control skills and reactions of both parties.

But no matter which type it was, it was only a dozen feet in size at most, and the magic light was shining, filling the entire screen. People could only get a rough idea and half-guess.

Ru Na was very handsome, while his opponent was an old cultivator who was extremely ugly. The two seemed to be a good match in terms of appearance.

Shuai Bufan has a gem on his head. There seems to be waves rolling in the gem. With a casual move of his hands, he can release countless water spells from the gem.

The old ugly monster Yuanying on the opposite side used a water bottle, and when the bottle mouth was turned upside down, there was a vast ocean.

They wandered around the cave wall, casting all kinds of spells at will, like artillery fire.

Jian Qiuyi was facing off against a Nascent Soul cultivator named White Bone Sword Demon.

This sword demon wielded a white bone sword as a magical weapon. When he swung it, the cave seemed to have turned into the Avici Hell, full of gloomy air.

Jian Qiuyi was born in the Chaoyang Sword School. When the sword in his hand was unsheathed, it was like a golden sun rising in the cave, clearing away the gloomy atmosphere.

The two men fought fiercely, and the golden and white swords flashed and the sharp sword shadows almost filled the entire cell.

The two men controlled and wielded swords, each fighting at one end. The sword energy collided like a torrent, and the screen was full of clinking sounds.

King Jin was holding a bronze tripod, and the other side was a Yuanying prisoner, an old woman, so old that she couldn't even stand up straight, and her eyes were dim. But the other side used a wooden stick and inserted it into the ground, which made the entire prison cell open up, and the trees seemed to come alive and attack the other side.

But King Jin was not in a panic. He slapped the bronze tripod, and a dazzling light emerged from the tripod, instantly chopped countless branches into pieces.

It was a completely different scene when Prince Long Bing, dressed in snow-white, held a dragon-tendon whip in his hand, and circles appeared when he shook it. Opposite him was a Nascent Soul with a gun, but the cave restricted the use of his gun, and he was pulled to the ground by the whip.

The person Nangong Xing was fighting against was a Yuanying prisoner who was extremely dignified and paid great attention to his appearance. He had a long beard that was combed meticulously, held a token in his hand, and wore layers of Taoist robes with layers of flames burning on them. When he waved the token, a raging flame would appear.

Although he is a prisoner, his majestic and solemn aura surpasses that of many leaders of major sects.

Nangong Xing, holding the scepter, waved his hand and countless Ding Jia were summoned, holding water-attributed spiritual weapons to fight against him.

The most elegant one was Wan Caiyi. He wore a pink Taoist robe with flowers on it. He held a flute in his hand and put it to his lips. He blew it and many fairies flew down from the sky.

Opposite him was also a music practitioner, playing the xylophone, and as he plucked the strings, countless silver-helmeted skeletons rushed forward.

The flying celestial being and the silver-helmeted skull are just like beauty and the beast dancing together.

Mr. Wang, who knew everything, exclaimed in surprise.

"Poison Maitreya, Fierce Crocodile Tumu, Pure Water Soul Catcher, White Bone Sword Demon, Wood Grandma, Invincible Gun, Fiery Priest, Zither Maniac Jiaomu, these are all veteran Nascent Soul masters."

"Some of them are the Thirty-Six Great Thieves of the previous generation, and some are cult leaders. They are all well-known criminals who were imprisoned here."

"Why are there so many people imprisoned in the Hundred Trees Cave on Futu Island?"

Mr. Baicao touched his nose in dissatisfaction.

"Even if we lock up Master Huashen now, what's the point if we can't see the fighting?"

Today, the entire color screen mosaic on the Dongming Mirror can hardly provide any useful reference value.

Lu Ye laughed.

"Be content to see so much."

"Perhaps these intruders did not want to reveal their true colors in front of everyone, so they made it like this on purpose?"

"You know, there will be a ring match tomorrow."

Master Wang and Mr. Baicao nodded.

The narrow and cramped fighting area chosen by Futu Island was certainly due to the terrain, but those geniuses certainly did not want to expose their trump cards before the competition.

Not long after.

On the Dongming Mirror, a part of the picture suddenly turned black.

The practitioners still don’t understand why.

He saw a green light flash at the entrance of Baishu Cave, and a Jindan cultivator appeared. He was kneeling on the ground, vomiting blood, with one arm broken. His spiritual weapon was also left in Baishu Cave, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

Several cultivators on the leaves cried out, ran out, and helped the Jindan cultivator up. Some pushed his palace to drain the blood, some injected mana into him to keep him alive, and some pried open his lips and tongue to inject elixirs.

Master Wang whispered.

"I know this person. He is the young owner of a subordinate island in the Futu Sea."

"We've sparred before. He's more talented and is one move better than me. So let's stop here."

"I didn't expect to be defeated here today."

"It looks like a huge defeat. I'm afraid my foundation has also been damaged."

"If I had known this, I would have just passed the first level."

Mr. Baicao was there to comfort him.

"Friend Wang, don't worry. On the road to becoming an immortal, everyone is vying to be the first. Life and death are determined by fate. You can't blame others."

Lu Ye nodded.

"Yes, he is hurt now, and he will probably regret it for the rest of his life; but if he doesn't go, he will regret it for the rest of his life."

"How can one have the best of both worlds?"

However, this is just the beginning.

From this point on, the pictures on the Dongming Mirror began to turn black.

More and more monks were teleported out of the Hundred Trees Cave.

Most of them were seriously injured, but some were reported to have died as soon as they left the cave.

In comparison, the condition of the monk who lost his arm first was not the most serious.

Some had their legs broken, some had half their bodies chopped off, and some had big holes bitten on their necks with only a little skin and flesh left, and they died instantly.

But he is not the worst.

In the Dongming Mirror, there was a small and secluded picture, in which a Jindan challenger was knocked down by a demon prisoner and died, without even being able to utter the word "surrender" until his death.

The demon prisoner gnawed on the body with relish, and in the blink of an eye he had swallowed most of the corpse.

The sound of chewing could be heard through the Dongming Mirror.

Qing Yangzi was furious and immediately summoned his disciples to come in. The formation in the cell took effect, and the demon king, who had been showing off his might just now, was tied up and entangled by many branches and instantly became a lamb to be slaughtered.

A disciple from Futu Island approached him, pulled up his hair to reveal his long neck, and chopped off his head with a single blow of the knife.

Many practitioners in the audience were complaining because the picture was blurry, and the sound of complaints filled the entire venue.

Now, Jindan cultivators with casualties are appearing one after another outside Baishu Cave, and even Yuanying cultivators are beginning to appear inside.

The noise in the field slowly died down.

When the man-eating golden elixir demon was beheaded by a disciple of Futu Island, everyone fell silent.

Lu Zhiye murmured.

According to the rules originally set by Qingyangzi, it was clear that the second level did not want to see the cultivators bleed.

Tsk tsk.

Could it be that the matter of the Ladder of Inquiry was exposed, and that the eight geniuses were unwilling to give face and each of them wanted to fight ten people alone?

You must have angered Master Futu, so he must have done something to the cave, right?
Anyway, with the towering tree there, it can add some buffs to the Nascent Soul and Golden Core prisoners, weaken the challenger, and even if the challenger admits defeat and transmits it out for a breath or two, it will be enough to double the casualties.

pity.

Hundred Trees Cave is surrounded by the roots of towering trees, and the actual roots of the trees are actually dozens of feet above the ground.

Outside, there are layers and layers of tree roots, and inside, there is the spiritual power that the towering trees absorb from the spiritual veins.

From the perspective of an ichthyosaur diagram.

Lu Ye could only see a vast expanse of green, and could not see the true situation of the underground prison hidden within the layers of wrapping.

Unlike the first level, the Ladder of Conscience actually extends out from the tree canopy and is openly placed in front of the heroes for everyone to see.

It is estimated that several Yuanying on Futu Island are still confused and have no idea where the problem and the leak went wrong. They may have started to suspect that there is a traitor.

Lu Ye was daydreaming here.

But in just a moment, the bright mirror suspended in the air was shrouded in black spots, and nearly half of the screen disappeared.

Nearly half of the cultivators had been teleported out before and after the Hundred Trees Cave, almost all of them were Jindan realm cultivators, and there was also one unlucky Yuanying realm cultivator.

Qing Yangzi was in charge of the overall command and called in immortal doctors and precious medicines from the Futu Island treasury to treat the injuries of everyone.

The Iron Swordsman, the Cloud Piercer and Du Wan represented Futu Island and went to the various injured monks' locations to personally greet them.

Lu Ye calculated the time and realized that it had been an hour since he entered the cave.

Why haven’t those geniuses decided the winner yet?

Half a day is too tight.

That's what he was thinking.

On the bright mirror, the dust in the center of the picture fell away and became clear.

Poison Maitreya was seen kneeling on the ground in a strange posture, with one hand facing forward, a terrifying look on his face, as if begging for mercy.

But a bloody tentacle stretched out from his mouth, and the arm he stretched forward was twisted into a knot and completely disabled.

And on his back there was a huge and unknown sea monster wrapped around his body.

This sea monster has a unicorn head, a long neck, a huge body of mud, covered with scales, a tail like a spear, and countless tentacles under its belly.

The tentacles of the sea monster flew out, wrapped around Poison Maitreya's neck, and then they exerted force together.

Click, click, click.

In full view.

Poison Maitreya's head was originally in front, and the cultivators watched his head slowly and unstoppably turn backwards, filling their eyes with fear and despair.

The terrifying front face slowly disappeared from people's sight, followed by the side face covered with scratches deep enough to see the bone and the bloody ears.

boom!
The last thing that the cultivators saw was the shiny back of the Poison Maitreya's head.

next moment.

His head fell off.

A green infant about a foot high flew out from the neck of the corpse in panic. It flashed and tried to escape the shackles of the physical body and find a suitable physical body to reincarnate and start over.

It's just too late.

A few tentacles circled around and knocked it out from its flying state.

Then pick it up and throw it.

The sea monster opened its mouth.

Gudong!

The Yuanying only felt a black screen before his eyes, and he was swallowed into someone's mouth. He begged for mercy in panic, but it was too late.

The sea monster saw its sharp teeth closing together, chewing a few times with satisfaction, and then the Nascent Soul fell silent.

belch……

The sea monster burped, and the poisonous Maitreya infant completely disappeared in his stomach.

Master Wang was shaking with fear.

"This sea monster... is it Prince Honghe?"

(End of this chapter)