darknovel Chapter 196 Salted Fish Outbreak
Chapter 196 Salted Fish Outbreak
The stench of the scorched earth had not yet dissipated.
Mo Chengyue did not turn around to look at the aloof female cultivator who was lying in the ruins, barely clinging to life.
He walked with extremely steady steps, stepping over the mess on the ground.
At this moment, he no longer bore any resemblance to the salted fish from Qingquan Peak who was always dozing off and hiding from trouble.
The black iron inner armor clung to the well-proportioned muscle lines, and not a speck of dust was stirred up with each step.
He plunged straight into the narrow, miasma-filled ravine below the cliff.
This is the only way to reach the pillar of light in the core area of the ruins.
"What working people hate most is the endless traffic jams on their way home from get off work."
As he walked, he mentally sorted through the spoils he had just plundered.
That wave of "forced third-party settlement" just now did fill up the empty storage bag a little.
But this is far from enough.
The large pie in the center of the beam of light ahead, labeled "Reshaping the Soul," is his only KPI right now.
They traveled about three or five miles.
From the once lifeless depths of the rift valley, extremely dense sonic waves of colliding true energy began to emanate.
The ear-piercing sound of array patterns rubbing together, mixed with incomprehensible demon curses, drifted through the thick fog.
The treacherous pass known to outsiders as "A Narrow Gorge" lies just ahead.
The location of this fluctuation erupted precisely at the endpoint of the spatial ripples he deduced using the Gou Dao analysis method.
The jade slip that scoundrel and genius crushed before his death, which attracted so-called powerful reinforcements, was indeed intercepted here.
The Yin-Yang Qi Observation Technique is activated silently.
Their gaze pierced through the layers of mist, completely revealing the distribution of spiritual energy ahead.
Without any hesitation.
The Heavenly Dragon Steps transformed into a gentle breeze beneath my feet.
He abandoned his attempt to advance on flat ground and instead used the poisonous vines and protruding rocks on the canyon walls to silently climb upwards.
He was like a cold-blooded owl dwelling in the shadows, perfectly blending into the shady side of the cliff dozens of meters high.
From this vantage point, the battleground below is laid bare.
This place is a natural ambush zone.
A dozen elite demons blocked all the high points and escape routes at the pass.
These guys' positioning was extremely tactically sophisticated, without any of the mindless recklessness typical of the demonic path.
They moved with strange steps, their demonic energy intertwining, vaguely forming a variant of the Three Talents Trapping Array designed specifically to consume true essence.
The very center of the funnel.
Several cultivators dressed in the uniform of the Yunlan Sect were being held down under a narrow, recessed rock wall.
Protected in the very center was a young man with a fair complexion, no beard, and wearing a purple-gold crown.
This person's late-stage Core Formation energy was extremely solid, far surpassing that of the prodigy in the basin who had been sent to his death.
This must be the senior brother who was summoned by the lottery.
"That's just like how an old acquaintance does."
Mo Chengyue shifted his gaze from the righteous people and fixed it firmly on the demon leading the group at the forefront of the formation.
That was a demon leader with an extremely burly figure, resembling a section of a black tower.
He was toying with a bone spur that was still dripping green liquid in his hand.
The dark red, ghostly poisonous miasma swirling around him was transforming into a giant net, gradually squeezing towards the center from all directions.
This smell.
This nauseating, ghostly, poisonous aura.
Mo Chengyue's pupils behind his mask shrank to the size of an extremely dangerous pinhead in an instant.
Those images that he had deliberately sealed away at the deepest part of his consciousness surged up irrationally.
The abdomen was torn apart by the poisonous bone spear.
That life force had crumbled beyond repair.
And in the storage bag, there was that now silent, cold body.
The culprit behind all of this is the same lineage of cultivation techniques.
"You filthy bastards, you're like a persistent ghost."
His hands hung naturally at his sides, palms pressed against the rocks. He did not use any true energy, relying solely on his physical strength to support his suspended body.
below.
The demon leader's rough, sandpaper-like voice echoed unrestrainedly in the cramped valley.
"The senior disciple of the Yunlan Sect is nothing more than a turtle that only knows how to hide in its shell!"
He laughed arrogantly, pointing the bone spike in his hand at the struggling spiritual energy shield in front of him.
"Didn't you receive a distress signal? Why aren't you moving forward?"
"Let me tell you, we've laid a trap for you on the road ahead."
"Today, none of you self-proclaimed noble righteous bastards will escape."
"I will peel your skin off completely, hollow out your dantian, and use you as the perfect catalyst for my Blood Fiend Array!"
With his curses.
The dark red poison net contracted even more rapidly.
The poisonous gas touched the surrounding rock walls, producing a tooth-grinding, corrosive sound.
Several huge rocks were directly turned into foul-smelling mud and water.
The Yunlan Sect disciples trapped in the center of the formation were already deathly pale.
"Senior Brother! This poisonous miasma is too strange; the spiritual energy of the Xuan Turtle Shield is being rapidly corrupted!"
A young disciple screamed in terror as a trace of poison gas touched his sword, and the blade was immediately covered with rust-like spots.
The senior disciple wearing the purple-gold crown gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with apprehension.
"Don't move! Maintain formation!"
"These little devils are deliberately provoking us! Anyone who goes out now will be a sitting duck!"
He desperately channeled his true essence into the Xuan Turtle Shield, bringing the essence of the Turtle Style to its fullest potential.
Even if his junior brothers were about to succumb to the erosion, he would never step out of the absolute defensive circle.
"Hypocritical and incompetent management, all they do when things go wrong is shift blame and stubbornly hold on. The corporate culture in this cultivation world is absolutely rotten."
Mo Chengyue gave a sharp and insightful assessment in his mind.
Originally, if it were just the two sides, good and evil, fighting like dogs here.
He could have waited another incense stick.
Once these people have exhausted their last bit of mana, they leisurely go down to collect the spoils.
But things have changed.
"The lives of these demons belong to me."
This extremely personal urge to slaughter completely contradicted his long-held principle of maximizing profits.
But he didn't want to wait even a moment longer.
The high-intensity computing power within the sea of consciousness was running at full speed.
The speed at which the poison net closed, the intervals between the demon leader's breaths, and the direction of the surrounding airflow.
All physical variables were captured.
A perfectly executed vertical assault route was pinned down on that red head.
As the light of the Xuan Turtle Shield grew dimmer, the demon leader's eyes grew increasingly cruel.
"Now's the time! Tighten the net!"
He slammed his hands together, ready to crush the last layer of defense.
Just when his old strength had just dissipated and his new strength had not yet been generated, that most fatal half-second blind spot.
In the shadows on the sheer cliffs high in the sky.
The stalemate was broken in the most brutal way.
Mo Chengyue neither drew the Biling Sword from his waist nor uttered any fancy words.
He kicked off the cliff face with both legs.
He felt like a meteorite that had escaped Earth's gravity.
It fell straight into that filthy battlefield.
The extreme speed tore through the surrounding air, creating a sonic boom.
Inside his dantian, the ancient golden core that had undergone the baptism of lightning tribulation went completely berserk at this moment.
The source of heavenly lightning, which he had forcibly sealed, surged wildly along the eight meridians.
A dark golden aura of lightning uncontrollably seeped through the skin.
This is not the kind of spiritual energy fluctuation that should exist in the Core Formation stage.
This completely unreasonable force of the laws of nature crashed straight into the canyon.
They are the first to be affected.
It was that net of venomous ghosts that was about to close.
Faced with the destructive properties of the ancient heavenly lightning, which was extremely powerful and yang.
The sinister and malevolent aura of the underworld is like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun.
It mysteriously froze in mid-air, emitting a series of crackling sounds as if it were about to collapse under the weight.
The arrogant expression on the demon leader's face froze in place.