You Practice Immortality, I Farm: Chapter 333 Resentful Soul Black Mud
Chapter 333 Resentful Black Mud
The four rare treasures in the Jade Pond are:
A slender dark yellow incense stick is rooted in the black air at the bottom of the pool. Amidst the smoke, it seems to be spitting out a smoke lotus platform. On the lotus platform, you can vaguely see a Buddha statue sitting cross-legged, holding flowers and smiling.
A piece of black mud of uncertain shape slowly absorbs the black air below. From time to time, vague and resentful faces emerge from the black mud, and then silently dissipate into the jade pond.
An exquisite and small seal, with Buddhist instruments such as a vajra, Buddhist beads, wooden fish, and prayer flags drawn on all sides. Bursts of golden light emerged from the bottom, suppressing the black energy below.
There is also a small emerald green sword with a crystal-clear blade that exudes rich vitality and swims freely in the jade pond like a fish.
The four rare treasures all look extraordinary and of high quality.
The seven of them, together with Lu Xuan, each occupied a position and worked together to break the restrictions that shrouded Yuchi.
The spiritual shield is crumbling, and the black energy at the bottom is even more arrogant.
There was a loud bang, and the spiritual energy shield shattered. In an instant, black energy surged, and precious light shone in all directions.
Four rare treasures shot out from the jade pool with lightning.
Several people were well prepared and used their own methods to instantly pounce on the treasures flying in different directions.
The short monk's arms were as soft and boneless as they were lengthened very quickly. He grabbed the small emerald sword. Before he could retract it, a bolt of thunderous sword light came from the sword pill in front of Zhou Bingyu and struck his strange arms. .
The hump on the hunchbacked old man's body suddenly rose up, a shrill cry of a baby was heard, and a green and black baby ghost appeared out of thin air, its gray arms tightly hugging the small Buddhist seal.
Seeing this, the old man looked happy. Just when he was about to summon the baby ghost back, a gray spiritual light shone on the baby ghost, causing it to pause in its movements and the seal in its hand to fall down involuntarily.
A red sword light flashed past like a sword, wrapped in dark yellow incense, and came to the elegant scribe.
He suppressed his inner excitement, harnessed the light of his sword, and rushed outside.
“Want to escape?”
The blood-robed monk sneered. Such high-quality blood food was enough for him to cultivate a blood-clotting worm king. How could he be willing to let the elegant scribe leave?
The **** light swept across the sky toward the elegant scribes, and there was a sharp hissing sound, as if there were countless insects hidden inside.
Among the four treasures, the first thing Lu Xuan noticed was the black mud oozing with resentful souls.
He guessed that the black mud was most likely used to cultivate spiritual plants, so the primary target was it.
The moment Heini rushed out with many resentful souls, he wielded the fourth-grade wind and thunder sword and stopped Heini in the midst of lightning and flint.
“This treasure is mine!”
A rough voice came, and the burly monk who was half a foot tall stamped the ground hard. His tall body turned into afterimages, rushing towards the wind and thunder sword and the resentful black mud.
Lu Xuan said nothing, and his figure was like a floating light, floating lightly in front of Heini.
With a thought in his mind, a deep black sword glow emerged from the Wind and Thunder Sword. The wind started to thunder, and the wind became strong. The thunder emerged and surged toward the burly middle-aged monk.
The burly monk's body, which was about one foot and a half tall, swelled again, and his black and blue muscles were like pieces of hard rock, directly blocking the incoming dark black sword light.
He has been immersed in body refining for hundreds of years. His physical body is incomparably strong, comparable to a fourth-grade magic weapon, and he is confident in blocking Lu Xuan's sword light.
But he still underestimated the power of the Wind and Thunder Sword.
Produced by Guangtuan, it must be a high-quality product.
Forged from the Heavenly Wind and Thunder Stone, it contains the power of powerful wind and thunder, and is among the best among the magical weapons of the same grade.
In addition, Lu Xuan inserted the Fengling Sword into the mysterious Yangxuan Sword Sheath and nourished it for many days, further improving its quality.
The previously obtained third-grade Xunlei Sword Pill with matching attributes was also integrated into the sword body. This makes the power of the Wind and Thunder Sword increase a lot again.
He met the burly monk head-on, and the sword light fell on his swollen body. The rock-like muscles were like tofu, easily cut open, and there was electric light jumping in the deep scars.
"ah!"
The burly monk roared in pain, feeling the threat of the deep black sword light to his body. The flesh and blood squirmed deep in the scar, as if it had vitality, and he pushed out the sword light.
He originally thought that he could **** a treasure from this monk who was only in the early stage of foundation building, so it was a worthwhile trip.
Unexpectedly, this inconspicuous monk was hidden so deeply that he could easily cause huge harm to himself.
The blood surged in his mind, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed violently. The flesh and blood under his ribs and back shoulders squirmed, and four arms grew in an instant.
Six huge green and black fists rained down like rain, smashing at Lu Xuan crazily.
“This is a bit difficult to handle.”
The resentful black mud in Lu Xuan's hand disappeared instantly and was put into the gluttonous sac, avoiding the huge fist that covered a large area around him.
“Although he has been practicing two body-refining techniques and devouring many spiritual fruits and treasures to strengthen his body, his physical body has become extremely strong and should be at the same level as this transformed monk.”
“Look at his crazy offensive, if you’re not careful, you may get some minor wounds from bumps.”
His body shape is like a solitary boat, floating up and down in the huge waves.
“It’s better to resolve it as soon as possible.”
The burly middle-aged monk is in the middle stage of foundation building. In order to get rid of it once and for all, Lu Xuan silently appeared in his hand with a red talisman.
It is the fourth-grade Great Sun Sword Talisman from the Sword-raising Gourd Light Group.
On the red talisman, a scorching sun suddenly swelled, and countless bright red sword lights shot out, attacking the six-armed monk.
In the monk's eyes, it was as if a scorching sun suddenly erupted, its rays of light penetrated deeply into his sea of consciousness, and his mind suddenly fell into a trance.
By the time he reacted, countless red sword lights had already arrived in front of him.
The body that was half a foot tall was suddenly submerged in the endless ocean of sword energy.
The sword light dispersed, and the figure of the burly middle-aged monk was revealed.
He knelt down on the ground, his six arms hanging limply, and his body was covered with holes left by dense sword rays.
Through the holes, you can see the charred muscles, flesh, and organs inside his body. The blood has all evaporated under the contact of the Great Sun Sword Qi, leaving only an empty shell.
A strange lantern quietly appeared in Lu Xuan's hand, with white bones as the handle and human skin as the cover. Under the base of the lamp, countless dark red lamp spikes swayed gently like tentacles.
A ray of green light flew out from the burly middle-aged monk's heavenly spirit cap, and got into the soul-inducing lamp from under the lamp holder.
On the pale white candle, countless ghosts and resentments were squeezed. The green light blended into the candle, and a face that was obviously stronger than the other ghosts emerged. Judging from the blurred facial features, it was somewhat similar to that of a burly middle-aged man.
Lu Xuan came to the corpse of the burly monk with the Wind and Thunder Sword in hand. His spiritual power swept over it, and the monk's storage bag suddenly appeared in his hand.
Although the infinite sword energy set off by the Great Sun Sword Talisman did not attack the other monks head-on, the eyes of the other six people were somewhat affected by the brilliant sword light.
The spiritual consciousness sensed the death of the burly middle-aged monk, and everyone was shocked.
(End of this chapter)