Chapter 1562: The Desolate Forest of Myriad Souls
een fused with the remnant soul of the former master of Weeping Spirit Cave, was retracted into his sleeve. At the same time, he pressed his palm down, and a wooden bead flew out of his hand.The sword...The soil was fractured into countless pieces.
Qin Sang was like a wild bull, charging headlong.
After this battle, this area is probably going to collapse completely.
The man with the strange face and Qin Sang chased each other, while the gray-robed man lagged behind. Several attempts to use his poison skills were all in vain, unable to harm Qin Sang. He had no choice but to focus on manipulating the five-colored poisonous spider, chasing after them closely to help the man with the strange face lock onto Qin Sang's whereabouts.
Wherever Qin Sang passed, blades flashed and wind and snow fell like arrows.
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Palm-sized snowflakes danced around her, and vines surged from all directions. Seemingly light, the snowflakes effortlessly severed countless vines.
But this can only temporarily alleviate the pressure, the situation has not improved.
To Qin Sang's surprise, the man with a strange face only relentlessly pursued him without unleashing any more powerful magical spells to hinder or kill him.
This person's mastery of the Way of Wood is unparalleled, something Qin Sang has never witnessed before. Even a simple attack like wielding a wooden bead requires his full effort to counter.
But Mu Zhu's power still had its limits, the sense of pressure it brought to Qin Sang was far less than that of Yin Changsheng's Hanging Sword Pavilion.
In this pursuit, it's no wonder people resort to offering fake spirit treasures.
However, the jade beetle of the grotesque face person immediately crippled Lu Zhang. Cultivated to its full potential in the future, it would probably be even more terrifying than an ordinary false spiritual treasure.
I wonder if all cultivators in Zhongzhou cultivate similar secrets to the .
Forging one's natal treasure into a fake spirit treasure, and gradually increasing its power, all require cultivators to spend time and energy, slowly achieving it over time. The results are slow.
This process will inevitably encroach on the time spent cultivating and honing other divine abilities.
Especially a cultivator who had just recently broken through to the later stage of Nascent Soul, there are many things they can do and might not be willing to waste their time and energy on this.
Perhaps the monster man bred jade beetles and gave up on everything else.
Qin Sang's heart raced as he analyzed his opponent based on the information he had gathered.
Since the weirdo wasn't aggressive, Qin Sang didn't mind playing around with him and waiting for Lu Zhang to recover.
During his escape, Qin Sang tried every means possible, using all the supernatural powers he had learned throughout his life. They were mostly based on the way of ice.
Behind Qin Sang, ice blasts, ice walls, and ice mirrors swirled around, forming layers upon layers of barricades.
Meanwhile, Qin Sang moved restlessly, changing direction frequently, and summoning phantom ice clones to try and confuse his opponent's judgment.
But Qin Sang soon discovered that everything he did was in vain. No matter what he did, the grotesque man could always accurately capture his movements, while he himself didn't feel like he was being locked by divine awareness.
This detail made Qin Sang realize that before they found Shi Ma, the opponent must have been tracking them for a long time, and he and Lu Zhang were completely unaware of it.
All signs point to the enemy having a way to monitor them from afar and possessing keen senses even within the miasma.
Given that, he wants to use miasma to escape, I'm afraid it will backfire!
"Boom!"
The ice wall collapsed.
A grotesque man riding a surging wave appeared behind them. Whether deliberate or not, he always kept a certain distance from Qin Sang, moving neither swiftly nor slowly, as if toying with prey, relishing the despair on its face as it walked towards its end.
Qin Sang remained calm and collected, secretly observing the strange-faced man, but couldn't discern any clues.
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The strange-faced man had a layer of green light on his body, blocking the miasma from reaching him. This indicated that although he had cultivated the King Ghouls, he wasn't necessarily proficient in poisons himself.
Could it be another one
Qin Sang's eyes lit up, and he thought of the man in gray.
During the struggle for the toad, he clashed with the man in gray robes. The man in gray robes seemed more like a cultivator specializing in poison techniques. Qin Sang still remembered that when the Bao-colored bell's light shone on the man in gray robes, it seemed to reflect a five-color venomous spider.
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Just like the jade beetle, this venomous spider is also beyond his comprehension, and it's most likely artificially bred.
Qin Sang, amidst his busy schedule, spared a sliver of his mind to observe the grey-robed man behind Teng Lang.
Just then, Qin Sang suddenly saw the strange-faced man make a bizarre gesture.
He closed his eyes slightly, and a green light emanated from his palm. The wooden bead gradually turned transparent until it became a mass of deep green light, which then shattered into countless points of light and exploded outwards.
At the sight of this, Qin Sang's heart leaped violently, and a grave warning flashed in her mind.
Only to see these green lights fluttering and falling, upon touching the soil and stone they would easily permeate, vanishing without a trace.
The next moment.
As if responding to something, the whole earth began to tremble violently.
Qin Sang discovered that he was in the center of the earthquake.
Immediately after, the sound of shattering came from all directions. Countless sounds converged and surged into Qin Sang's ears like a tidal wave.
"Boom boom boom..."
Qin Sang saw with his own eyes, vines breaking open the stone wall, tearing it to pieces.
It can't even be called a vine.
They are thick as pythons, like the root systems of ancient trees, dense and numerous.
One by one, the stone walls crumbled before him, revealing a breathtaking sight.
The ground had been hollowed out, and at some point, countless vines had grown, encircling Qin Sang and leaving no room for escape. Qin Sang and the Snow-Treading Divine Blade seemed so insignificant against them.
The strange-faced person had been laying the groundwork all along, until now they suddenly launched an attack.
The Ghoulish Man's throat twitched, and a low voice rasped out: "Muroku Kuyoku!"
The sound came out.
The vines suddenly ceased growing, even those about to engulf Qin Sang seemed to freeze in place, the gloss on their surface rapidly vanishing, becoming withered.
All the vines lost their vitality.
Although the scene just now was terrifying, it was full of life.
At this very moment, death hangs heavy in the air.
The transformation between life and death is spine-chilling.
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With the sound of "prison" resounding.
The vines vanished together, fading like a dream. Perhaps they never truly existed. All that remained were wisps of black energy, thick with the scent of decay.
Gray-white breath intertwined, forming a black vortex above Qin Sang. It spun faster and faster, plummeting at incredible speed.
Upon contact with this aura.
Qin Sang's protective blade aura had also been dyed black.
Qin Sang's eyelids jumped, and he commanded the Stepping Snow Divine Blade, unleashing a powerful slash of sword energy. The sword energy ripped through the air, capable of piercing the vortex, but as it delved deeper, it was eroded by the black qi and ultimately succumbed to its power, vanishing completely.
The black vortex shuddered and continued to approach.
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Qin Sang waved his hand above his head, his Xuan Qi transforming into a gigantic hand that reached towards the vortex. He squeezed with all his might, but with a "bang," the Xuan Qi was scattered apart.
The figure of the grotesque man appeared above, and Fujinami vanished. He materialized out of thin air, standing high above and looking down.
To the naked eye, only a black vortex was visible. Qin Sang's figure was obscured, as if he had exhausted all his tricks.
The man in gray robes chased after him, a sly smirk playing on his lips. He didn't hesitate to flatter, "With Master Ku Yù out, this person is surely doomed!"
The goblin's brow furrowed suddenly.
Then, a monstrous bellow, unlike anything human, echoed from beneath the whirlpool.
The black vortex suddenly trembled, becoming stagnant. A fissure appeared in its center, and a pure, icy blue light pierced through from within.
Below, a monstrous creature was faintly visible, it was a giant snake.
"Roar!"
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The Tengshe reared its head, opening its blood-dripping maw. A ball of icy flame had been brewing in its throat and now exploded forth with its roar.
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The monster's eyes finally changed, and he quickly extended his deformed right hand to grab at the vortex.
At the center of the vortex, a faint green light flickered, just about to coalesce into a bead, when a blast of frigid flames slammed into it.
The fissure not only did not shrink, but suddenly expanded, and then more fissures spread out, becoming a sea of blue and black light in an instant.
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The frigid flames surged forward like an unstoppable torrent, shattering the desolate prison of Senro and their momentum remained strong.
At the center, waves surged and a blue fire column shot out. The Teng Snake's body tore through the air, its fangs and claws outstretched, charging towards the enemy.
The frigid air surpasses even the frost-kissed blade of the Snow Trapper.
At this moment, both the master and disciple of the grotesque-faced man felt as if their blood had frozen.
The man with the grotesque face charged ahead, too late to gather the wooden beads. His right arm suddenly retracted, followed by a rough piece of bark-like wood armor flying from his chest.
The wooden figure vanished in a flash.
At the same time, ripples appeared in the surrounding void, faintly green, followed by the apparition of a towering ancient tree's shadow.
The grotesque man happened to be protected right in the center of the ancient tree.
As the tree shadows took shape, the Teng Snake struck, its long tail lashing violently, whipping up a blizzard of icy flames that slammed into the ancient tree.
"Bang!"
The grotesque man's body trembled violently, and he scuttled backward.
The tree shadows swayed violently, the wooden armor flickering in and out of sight. It was clearly an extraordinary treasure. Despite its seemingly fragile appearance, the tree shadow possessed incredible defensive power, crashing down with a deafening roar yet remaining unbroken.
At the very bottom.
The Si Cheng Teng She Seal floated in front of Qin Sang, and one scale on the serpent's head on the seal was missing.
Qin Sang looked up at the sky.
He was forced to retaliate with his spiritual treasures, though it was also a surprise attack, it wasn't the best timing.
Knowing that this strike couldn't seriously injure Guiliang, Qin Sang's expression flickered, and his hand seal abruptly changed.
The Teng Snake let out a roar of rage and, surprisingly, abandoned its pursuit of the strange-faced man, turning instead towards the gray-robed figure.
The grey-robed man looked into the giant eyes of the Teng Snake, which resembled bronze bells. His heart pounded with fear as he was struck with terror.
Luckily, his master blocked the first attack. The man in gray robes shook his venomous whip, swirling it around him, fully unleashing his poisonous arts, forming a five-colored barrier. The snake then arrived immediately.
"Boom!"
The barrier dissipates.
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The gray-robed man fared even worse, letting out a muffled groan. Along with his magical artifact, he was sent flying by the snake's attack, blood gushing from his mouth and his complexion turning pale.
At that moment, Qin Sang's eyes narrowed slightly as he fixed his gaze on an empty space.
Affected by the tremors of the battle, the five-colored poisonous spider hiding in the miasma finally revealed its presence.
Qin Sang made his decision again, and the Teng Snake changed direction once more, charging straight at the Five-Colored Poisonous Spider.
Seeing this scene, the gray-robed man was just about to let out a sigh of relief when a look of horror appeared on his face again.
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The Five-Colored Venomous Spider is a Gu beast he cultivated with all his life's effort.
His cultivation level was forcibly raised by his master using a secret technique. Afterward, he devoted himself to assisting his master in refining the Gu King, and apart from that, he had almost no opportunity to refine other divine abilities or artifacts.
He wasn't feeling much difficulty dealing with ordinary Yuan Ying cultivators, but when he encountered Qin Sang who could suppress his poison technique, he was rendered helpless, with all his cultivation for naught.
Once a Rainbow Poisonous Spider is killed, he is effectively crippled.
Qin Sang, precisely based on the Gray Robe Man's behavior, saw through this point. Coupled with his judgment that the opponent had locked onto him through the Five-Colored Poisonous Spider, he shifted his target to the Five-Colored Poisonous Spider without hesitation.
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In shock, the man in grey hurriedly bit his tongue, spitting out a cloud of blood mist.
Blood mist merges with miasma.
In the midst of miasma, translucent silk threads appeared one by one. Each thread was connected to a five-colored poisonous spider at one end and extended to an unknown distance at the other.
Before they manifested, these threads were intangible and formless, extensions of the Five-Colored Poisonous Spider's power, forming an invisible web. It was with them that it monitored Qin Sang and Lu Zhang previously.
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"Whew!"
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As it was about to be swallowed by the Teng Snake, the Five-Colored Poisonous Spider's eight legs clasped together. Its whole body shimmered with a glaze-like luster and transformed into a mass of venom, instantly merging with its silk.
The next moment.
A strand of silk trembled, venom gathering at the other end. The five-colored poison spider was reforming right here.
Where the poisonous spider once resided, the snake struck only emptiness.
The grey-robed man let out a breath of relief, about to pounce forward, when suddenly a white mist appeared before him. A dark qi hand grasped the five-colored poisonous spider first.
"Whoosh!"
The Xuan Qi giant hand was just about to retract when a gust of wind struck.
The strange-faced man didn't know when he withdrew the wooden beads and directly threw them over.
This is the angry strike of the strange-faced man. While it isn't as grand as the roar of Senro Kuyoku, Mubozhu's true power is no less impressive. The Xuanqi giant hand trembles, showing signs of disintegration.
Fortunately, Tengshe arrived just in time. With a leap, it pounced between the Xuanqi Giant Hand and the Wood Bead, taking the blow head-on with its own body.
With a thud, the Teng Snake was knocked down, but it looked unharmed, whirling and jumping around Qin Sang.
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The Five-Colored Poisonous Spider was now firmly in Qin Sang's hands, sealed by the Xuan Bing.
Qin Sang was playing with the ice in his hand, looking up at his opponent with a calm expression.
The two sides faced each other, one high and one low.
"Spirit Treasure!"
The strange-faced man took a deep breath and, holding back his flustered disciple, exclaimed repeatedly, "Indeed, the chaotic world is coming! Even the spirit treasures are born! This old man wants to see how long your true essence can last!"
Qin Sang's mouth twitched, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "Why would I bother fighting you"
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As soon as the words left his mouth.
Qin Sang suddenly put down the zither.
A booming peal of the temple bell echoed through the air, seemingly piercing mountains and spanning eons with its profound and desolate resonance. Then a surge of azure light erupted, transforming into a colossal blue bell that enveloped Qin Sang entirely.
Upon seeing this scene.
The grotesque man cried out in alarm. Muzhu and Mujia combined, the ancient tree's phantom joined with thousands of vines, about to strangle Qingzhong, but unfortunately they were stopped by Tengshe.
In just a moment, amidst the chaos, Teng Snake vanished into thin air, along with Qing Zhong.
The grey-robed man panicked. Not only did he fail to obtain the toad, but he also lost his own venomous beast. He rushed down, but the man with a strange face remained still.
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"Master!"
The grey-robed man cried out, but his master remained silent, only lowering his head to stare at his left hand.
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He was taken aback, shifting his gaze over. He gasped in shock.
No wonder Master's left hand always clenched tightly and never used the jade beetle.
He had a gaping wound in the palm of his left hand, and a jade scarab beetle was ravenously devouring his flesh. The bone was already visible to the naked eye. As if sensing the gaze upon it, the jade scarab raised its tiny head, its eyes glinting with bloodthirsty ferocity.
The jade beetle was covered in a layer of green light, but the grotesque face man was struggling to suppress it, with little success.
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"As expected, it is a sinister object. Before it reaches its full potential, it is extremely likely to backfire. I didn't expect that even an old man like me would almost be unable to control it. When I first used it to kill the enemy, I was a little overconfident."
The grotesque man sighed.
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