Chapter 362 Chapter 361 Loose People from Five Lakes
"This is the Immortal-Destroying Pearl!"
One day later, Wang Geng held a blue-black thunder bead in one hand and murmured to himself while observing it carefully.
This thunder bead is about the size of a walnut and looks ordinary on the outside, but in fact it contains an astonishing amount of thunder.
Wang Geng had just tried to hit a spell on it, but it was bounced away by a lightning arc that suddenly appeared. Although it was just a flash in the pan, the astonishing pressure revealed by the lightning arc made him still a little frightened.
No wonder the green demon rat admires the Immortal-Destroying Pearl so much. This treasure is indeed worthy of its name and is worthy of the name of Immortal-Destroying Pearl.
This time, Wang Geng collected a total of two bottles of Heavenly Thunder and refined three Immortal-Destroying Pearls. After copying them with the Absurd Mirror, they became six.
The power of these six Immortal-Destroying Pearls is huge. After ascending to the spiritual world in the future, they will be enough to deal with ordinary dangers in the early stage.
In the center of the valley, the huge silkworm cocoon is still intact. It seems that the green rat demon has not yet completed its advancement and transformed into a demonic body.
So Wang Geng sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, adjusted his breath, and waited quietly for the other party to complete the last step.
The process of this tribulation was very smooth and no outsiders disturbed me during this time.
Half a day later, there was a "click" sound on the cocoon, and a white and tender arm stretched out. It turned out that the green demon rat finally transformed into a human form, turning into a white and fat five or six-year-old boy. Finally, it is no longer the original shadow.
If you didn't know that he was actually an eighth-level transformed demon, his appearance would still be quite pleasing.
Since the Kunwu Mountain group a hundred years ago, there have been no masters of the Yuan Ying stage of the Poison Saint Sect, and more than a dozen elites of the Dan Formation stage have not come forward either.
As a result, the Poison Saint Sect in Nuo Da now only has a dozen or so pill-forming monks left behind to support the sect.
The Poison Saint Sect is a branch of the Demon Sect, and the monks of the Demon Sect have always been perverse, cruel and murderous because of their practice of demonic arts.
When the Poison Saint Sect was at its peak, in order to expand its power and benefit the sect, the monks in the sect bullied other sects and killed people everywhere.
So now I'm getting retribution.
For hundreds of years, other major sects have continuously invaded the territory, or powerful monks have come to seek revenge.
The Poison Saint Sect's power is shrinking day by day, and the disciples in the sect have left one after another in despair, making the situation more and more serious.
But people had to bow their heads under the low eaves, and the Poison Saint Sect monks could only cut their meat and feed it to the eagles, enduring the humiliation and surviving in order to survive.
Now, the territory outside the mountain gate has been lost, and the Poison Saint Sect can only stick to the sect's headquarters and live in a corner.
But the house leaked and it rained all night.
Recently, another Nascent Soul monk came to the Poison Saint Sect. It was really bad luck.
This Nascent Soul cultivator was nicknamed "Five Lakes Sanren". He was a casual cultivator who appeared out of nowhere. He had no worries and had no scruples in his actions, killing all the cultivators of the Poison Saint Sect.
In just half a month, several Poison Saint Sect pill-forming monks died at his hands, leaving no trace of their bodies, forcing the remaining members of the Poison Saint Sect to activate the mountain-protecting formation and form formations to protect themselves.
The residence of Dusheng Sect is the famous mountain of Puyun Prefecture, 'Dusheng Mountain'.
On this day, in a large-scale palace on the top of the Poison Saint Mountain, several alchemy monks were gathering together to discuss countermeasures in a secret room.
These people were all dressed in green robes, and their faces were painted with colorful colors. Their true faces could not be seen clearly, but their eyebrows were twisted into a mountain shape, and their faces were as dark as water.
"Senior Brother Dugu, is there still no news from Senior Ma of the Momu Sect? The only backer we can find now is the old friend of the former Great Elder. If Senior Ma is not willing to help, then the Poison Saint Sect will be here today. We are really going to be wiped out."
A short and stocky man asked in a very anxious tone.
"According to the news from Demon Wood Sect, Senior Ma has not returned since he went out. I don't know whether this is true or not, but I think even if he has not gone out, Senior Ma may not be willing to come. After all, the enemy outside They are the same middle-stage Nascent Soul monks, and they are ruthless in their attacks. They cannot give up halfway. If you think about it from his perspective, Senior Ma will never offend an old monster of the same level for the sake of unrelated people like me."
The thin old man at the head said dejectedly, he was the current Grand Elder of the Poison Saint Sect, a late-stage pill-forming monk.
None of the monks present was a shrewd person. They believed deeply in the words of the skinny old man, but they were not willing to wait for death. So they immediately started making noises, or said that for a long-term plan, they should immediately carry the sect's treasures and break out to save the fire for the Poison Saint Sect, or He said that he would never give in. He should rely on the protective formation and fight to the death, maybe he could save a glimmer of hope.
In short, there are divergent opinions and different opinions, but everyone knows that without the Nascent Soul cultivator sitting in charge, just a large protective formation cannot stop the enemy outside for too long.
"Jiejiejiejie..."
Outside the gate of Poison Holy Mountain, in a place that was originally empty, a burst of strange laughter suddenly sounded, and then an old man with a white hair and a horse face appeared out of thin air.
This man was thin, with a treacherous look on his face, and his eyes looking at the Poison Saint Gate revealed a bloodthirsty cruelty that made people shudder.
After paying attention for a long time, the horse-faced old man suddenly turned his palm over and looked down at a strange blood-red blade several inches long in his palm.
This blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, as light as nothing, and its entire body is crystal clear. When the blood light is constantly expanding and contracting, it is filled with blood energy that is soaring to the sky, and is extremely demonic.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a pity that the last treasured blade was taken away. Otherwise, with the harvest of the group in the mountain that day, plus the blood food of these years, this treasure should be able to be completed. The magic dragon blade, ugh !”
After muttering a few words to himself, the horse-faced old man suddenly raised his head. After a flash of blood in his eyes, he looked towards the protective formation behind the Poison Saint Gate Mountain Gate. After a moment, he smiled cruelly as if he had discovered something, and then slowly His figure was hidden.
In the protective formation at the gate of the Poison Saint Sect, three Poison Saint Sect foundation-building monks were chatting in a low voice. The content was exactly that of the horse-faced monk outside, but they had no idea that the former had already arrived outside the mountain gate, and a catastrophe was about to happen. .
The next moment, there was a sudden flash of blood in the void, and a blood-red horse about ten feet long appeared out of thin air. After a flash, it struck the barrier of the guarding formation at the mountain gate.
The originally strong and unusually strong guarding formation looked like paper in the astonished eyes of the three people. It was easily scratched by the blood light, and a passage of about ten feet was opened. The blood light followed closely, like lightning. Attacked three people.
The three people had low cultivation levels and were unable to resist at all. They only let out a series of screams of "ah" and were enveloped in blood light.
In the blink of an eye, the three people's bodies quickly shriveled up, as if their flesh and blood had been sucked away by the blood.
After a while, when the blood light subsided, the place was empty, and not even the bones of the three people were left behind.
The horse-faced old man then appeared, and with a sneer, the imperial emissary was in front of him, and he kept killing towards the top of the mountain, killing everyone he saw along the way, and feeding them all with the blood-red monster blade.
This person is none other than the ten-thousand-year-old corpse bear in Kunwu Mountain.
After being warned by Old Ghost Xiang, this demon stayed in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for decades.
When it was discovered that Xiang Laogui and other god-transforming monks had been away from Jin Dynasty for many years and had gone out to look for available space nodes, they turned into "Five Lakes Sanren" again and went out to cause trouble.
As for the bloody strange blade in his hand, it is an imitation of another bloody blade, the Demonic Dragon Blade.
Refining the Blood Blade requires the use of a 'Magic Marrow Diamond' as the main material. To others, this kind of natural and earthly treasure is nowhere to be found, but to old monsters like Ten Thousand Years Corpse Bear who have lived for tens of thousands of years, Speaking of which, I have seen it several times, so naturally I picked it up early.
(End of this chapter)
"This is the Immortal-Destroying Pearl!"
One day later, Wang Geng held a blue-black thunder bead in one hand and murmured to himself while observing it carefully.
This thunder bead is about the size of a walnut and looks ordinary on the outside, but in fact it contains an astonishing amount of thunder.
Wang Geng had just tried to hit a spell on it, but it was bounced away by a lightning arc that suddenly appeared. Although it was just a flash in the pan, the astonishing pressure revealed by the lightning arc made him still a little frightened.
No wonder the green demon rat admires the Immortal-Destroying Pearl so much. This treasure is indeed worthy of its name and is worthy of the name of Immortal-Destroying Pearl.
This time, Wang Geng collected a total of two bottles of Heavenly Thunder and refined three Immortal-Destroying Pearls. After copying them with the Absurd Mirror, they became six.
The power of these six Immortal-Destroying Pearls is huge. After ascending to the spiritual world in the future, they will be enough to deal with ordinary dangers in the early stage.
In the center of the valley, the huge silkworm cocoon is still intact. It seems that the green rat demon has not yet completed its advancement and transformed into a demonic body.
So Wang Geng sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, adjusted his breath, and waited quietly for the other party to complete the last step.
The process of this tribulation was very smooth and no outsiders disturbed me during this time.
Half a day later, there was a "click" sound on the cocoon, and a white and tender arm stretched out. It turned out that the green demon rat finally transformed into a human form, turning into a white and fat five or six-year-old boy. Finally, it is no longer the original shadow.
If you didn't know that he was actually an eighth-level transformed demon, his appearance would still be quite pleasing.
Since the Kunwu Mountain group a hundred years ago, there have been no masters of the Yuan Ying stage of the Poison Saint Sect, and more than a dozen elites of the Dan Formation stage have not come forward either.
As a result, the Poison Saint Sect in Nuo Da now only has a dozen or so pill-forming monks left behind to support the sect.
The Poison Saint Sect is a branch of the Demon Sect, and the monks of the Demon Sect have always been perverse, cruel and murderous because of their practice of demonic arts.
When the Poison Saint Sect was at its peak, in order to expand its power and benefit the sect, the monks in the sect bullied other sects and killed people everywhere.
So now I'm getting retribution.
For hundreds of years, other major sects have continuously invaded the territory, or powerful monks have come to seek revenge.
The Poison Saint Sect's power is shrinking day by day, and the disciples in the sect have left one after another in despair, making the situation more and more serious.
But people had to bow their heads under the low eaves, and the Poison Saint Sect monks could only cut their meat and feed it to the eagles, enduring the humiliation and surviving in order to survive.
Now, the territory outside the mountain gate has been lost, and the Poison Saint Sect can only stick to the sect's headquarters and live in a corner.
But the house leaked and it rained all night.
Recently, another Nascent Soul monk came to the Poison Saint Sect. It was really bad luck.
This Nascent Soul cultivator was nicknamed "Five Lakes Sanren". He was a casual cultivator who appeared out of nowhere. He had no worries and had no scruples in his actions, killing all the cultivators of the Poison Saint Sect.
In just half a month, several Poison Saint Sect pill-forming monks died at his hands, leaving no trace of their bodies, forcing the remaining members of the Poison Saint Sect to activate the mountain-protecting formation and form formations to protect themselves.
The residence of Dusheng Sect is the famous mountain of Puyun Prefecture, 'Dusheng Mountain'.
On this day, in a large-scale palace on the top of the Poison Saint Mountain, several alchemy monks were gathering together to discuss countermeasures in a secret room.
These people were all dressed in green robes, and their faces were painted with colorful colors. Their true faces could not be seen clearly, but their eyebrows were twisted into a mountain shape, and their faces were as dark as water.
"Senior Brother Dugu, is there still no news from Senior Ma of the Momu Sect? The only backer we can find now is the old friend of the former Great Elder. If Senior Ma is not willing to help, then the Poison Saint Sect will be here today. We are really going to be wiped out."
A short and stocky man asked in a very anxious tone.
"According to the news from Demon Wood Sect, Senior Ma has not returned since he went out. I don't know whether this is true or not, but I think even if he has not gone out, Senior Ma may not be willing to come. After all, the enemy outside They are the same middle-stage Nascent Soul monks, and they are ruthless in their attacks. They cannot give up halfway. If you think about it from his perspective, Senior Ma will never offend an old monster of the same level for the sake of unrelated people like me."
The thin old man at the head said dejectedly, he was the current Grand Elder of the Poison Saint Sect, a late-stage pill-forming monk.
None of the monks present was a shrewd person. They believed deeply in the words of the skinny old man, but they were not willing to wait for death. So they immediately started making noises, or said that for a long-term plan, they should immediately carry the sect's treasures and break out to save the fire for the Poison Saint Sect, or He said that he would never give in. He should rely on the protective formation and fight to the death, maybe he could save a glimmer of hope.
In short, there are divergent opinions and different opinions, but everyone knows that without the Nascent Soul cultivator sitting in charge, just a large protective formation cannot stop the enemy outside for too long.
"Jiejiejiejie..."
Outside the gate of Poison Holy Mountain, in a place that was originally empty, a burst of strange laughter suddenly sounded, and then an old man with a white hair and a horse face appeared out of thin air.
This man was thin, with a treacherous look on his face, and his eyes looking at the Poison Saint Gate revealed a bloodthirsty cruelty that made people shudder.
After paying attention for a long time, the horse-faced old man suddenly turned his palm over and looked down at a strange blood-red blade several inches long in his palm.
This blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, as light as nothing, and its entire body is crystal clear. When the blood light is constantly expanding and contracting, it is filled with blood energy that is soaring to the sky, and is extremely demonic.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a pity that the last treasured blade was taken away. Otherwise, with the harvest of the group in the mountain that day, plus the blood food of these years, this treasure should be able to be completed. The magic dragon blade, ugh !”
After muttering a few words to himself, the horse-faced old man suddenly raised his head. After a flash of blood in his eyes, he looked towards the protective formation behind the Poison Saint Gate Mountain Gate. After a moment, he smiled cruelly as if he had discovered something, and then slowly His figure was hidden.
In the protective formation at the gate of the Poison Saint Sect, three Poison Saint Sect foundation-building monks were chatting in a low voice. The content was exactly that of the horse-faced monk outside, but they had no idea that the former had already arrived outside the mountain gate, and a catastrophe was about to happen. .
The next moment, there was a sudden flash of blood in the void, and a blood-red horse about ten feet long appeared out of thin air. After a flash, it struck the barrier of the guarding formation at the mountain gate.
The originally strong and unusually strong guarding formation looked like paper in the astonished eyes of the three people. It was easily scratched by the blood light, and a passage of about ten feet was opened. The blood light followed closely, like lightning. Attacked three people.
The three people had low cultivation levels and were unable to resist at all. They only let out a series of screams of "ah" and were enveloped in blood light.
In the blink of an eye, the three people's bodies quickly shriveled up, as if their flesh and blood had been sucked away by the blood.
After a while, when the blood light subsided, the place was empty, and not even the bones of the three people were left behind.
The horse-faced old man then appeared, and with a sneer, the imperial emissary was in front of him, and he kept killing towards the top of the mountain, killing everyone he saw along the way, and feeding them all with the blood-red monster blade.
This person is none other than the ten-thousand-year-old corpse bear in Kunwu Mountain.
After being warned by Old Ghost Xiang, this demon stayed in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons for decades.
When it was discovered that Xiang Laogui and other god-transforming monks had been away from Jin Dynasty for many years and had gone out to look for available space nodes, they turned into "Five Lakes Sanren" again and went out to cause trouble.
As for the bloody strange blade in his hand, it is an imitation of another bloody blade, the Demonic Dragon Blade.
Refining the Blood Blade requires the use of a 'Magic Marrow Diamond' as the main material. To others, this kind of natural and earthly treasure is nowhere to be found, but to old monsters like Ten Thousand Years Corpse Bear who have lived for tens of thousands of years, Speaking of which, I have seen it several times, so naturally I picked it up early.
(End of this chapter)
