A Bug’s Desire To Survive - Chapter 114

“Fellow Daoist Qiao Mingce, what kind of magic weapon did you use just now? Do you still have it?” the leader of Qiuzhen Academy asked, “We still have some disciples trapped in the fog, that kind of candle may help us find them. “

“Sorry, there is only one candle.” Qiao Mingce looked at the fog and said solemnly, “And the fog covers a wide area. Even if there are extra candles, it may be difficult to rescue people.”

The leader of Qiuzhen Academy frowned: “Then let’s try it and see if we can break this formation.”

“I think we’d better leave now.” Qiao Mingce reminded, “This formation is to absorb the mana and vitality of the monks, and the person who arranged the formation should be nearby.”

When everyone heard the words, their expressions froze, and they began to talk about countermeasures, and finally decided to leave first and wait until the elders of the sect to make plans. Although they also wanted to save the disciples, this formation was too sinister and beyond their ability.

However, their action was a step too late.

“Since you’re here, don’t leave.” A cold voice suddenly entered everyone’s ears, and then a black mist, like life, hovered from the ground and gradually condensed into a human shape.

He wore a mask on his face, his long hair was scattered, his body was full of demonic energy, and his cold eyes stared at everyone like a poisonous snake.

“Magic repair!” Everyone took out their weapons and pointed at each other vigilantly.

Sang Rong’s eyes swept over them one by one, and when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Wei He, his eyes instantly burst into excitement and bloodthirsty light.

On that day in Qilin Mountain, Sang Rong originally wanted to plot against Wei He, but he had been invaded by the demon cultivator’s Nascent Soul in an attempt to seize the house. Fortunately, he had a system, which not only kept the primordial spirit, but also refined the demon baby and was forced to enter the magic way.

Mo Xiu has always been ashamed of the right way. His ideal is to become a strong man who is highly regarded by everyone, not a demon cultivator that everyone spurns. At first, he resisted it, but after experiencing the benefits brought by the magical cultivation method, he completely changed his mind. Let go of your worries and plunge into the magic way.

In the past few years of cultivation, the cultivation base may not have improved much, but according to Lei Yin’s cultivation method, the cultivation speed has improved by leaps and bounds. Today, he is already a master of the late Nascent Soul. If he refines the monks in front of him, he will definitely be able to break through to the God Transformation stage.

It’s just that Sang Rong didn’t expect Wei He’s current cultivation to reach the Nascent Soul Stage, which made the negative emotions that he suppressed for many years resurface.

It doesn’t matter, no matter how talented he was, he can only be his nourishment today.

Sang Rong didn’t talk nonsense, took out the Cang Yue Sword from the storage ring, and attacked the crowd directly.

Although Cang Yuejian became a little strange because it was contaminated with demonic energy, Wei He still recognized it at a glance, and a look of surprise flashed on his face.

Is he… Sang Rong?

How could Sang Rong join the magic way?

Without further ado, the battle has already begun.

These sect disciples, the highest cultivation base is only in the early Nascent Soul. In the face of Sang Rong in the late Nascent Soul, the numerical advantage could not be brought into play at all. What’s even more frightening is that Sang Rong’s moves have a looting attribute, and as long as he comes into contact with him, his mana will quickly drain.

The Cang Yue sword in Sang Rong’s hand is also a great killer. He used the forging secrets stolen from the Wei family and the system’s treasure appraising function to find a lot of heaven and earth treasures, and re-stacked the Cang Yue sword for tempering. , turned this flying sword, which was supposed to be moving, into a magic sword full of resentment. It can cooperate with the magic power, absorb the vitality of the opponent, supplement the consumption of Sang Rong, and make him more brave in battle.

Sang Rong seemed to enjoy the thrill of playing with the favored sons of the heavens with applause, leaving a few sword marks on them from time to time, looking at their pitiful appearance that they clearly wanted to kill him but couldn’t do anything about him. It is so cool to fly.

“Sang Rong.” Wei He opened his umbrella to block Sang Rong’s attack. Their eyes collided at close range, and Wei He called out his name.

“Humph.” Sang Rong tried to pretend to be cold, but he couldn’t hold back his pride and responded, “Long time no see.”

“It’s really you!” Wei He’s face was sullen, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

“What if it’s me?” Sang Rong was a ghostly figure, and with a backhand sword, he drew a deep blood mark on Wei He’s arm, and the blood was sucked into the sword by Cang Yuejian.

Wei He asked without changing his face: “Did you steal what my ancestors left behind?”

“Haha.” Sang Rong didn’t answer, but suddenly took out an object and threw it at him.

Wei He dodged, but he couldn’t avoid it. The object was a dark purple rope, which followed the fluctuations of his mana and bound him firmly.

The Immortal Binding Rope is a well-known weapon in the cultivation world. It is difficult to refine, but it can be used by leaps and bounds. Sang Rong took advantage of the treasure appraising system and used the Wei family’s refining method to create this immortal bundle. It’s just that this Immortal Binding Rope has been refined by magic energy, and besides trapping the enemy, it also has the function of absorbing mana.

Wei He is Sang Rong’s most hated, and he naturally takes special care of him. Using his family’s weapon refining method to make him capture it without a single hand is undoubtedly the greatest humiliation to him.

But Sang Rong obviously underestimated Wei He’s strength. He simply judged his strength based on the level of cultivation. Wei He in the early Nascent Soul was indeed inferior to him in the late Nascent Soul, but Wei He was not wasted these years. The flames he released had already changed from ordinary spiritual fires to ghost fires, which theoretically could burn everything. Although the Immortal Binding Rope refined by Sang Rong is powerful, its quality is only top-grade.

I saw a cluster of black flames ignited on the Immortal Binding Rope, preventing it from continuing to absorb his mana.

“It’s useless, with your current strength, it’s impossible to get rid of the immortal binding rope.” Sang Rong’s tone was full of pride, but as soon as the voice fell, the immortal binding rope that was said to be inescapable fell off Wei He. .

Sang Rong: “???”

The Immortal Binding Rope was refined using the Wei family’s method of refining tools. Although the descendants of the Wei family have not fully inherited it, they still understand the basic techniques. How to refine, how to use, has its own set of methods.

Sang Rong wanted to humiliate the descendants of the Wei family with the weapons refined by the Wei family’s martial arts, but it was only self-inflicted humiliation.

Wei He also confirmed his previous guess and was determined to take back what the Wei family had lost.

Sang Rong was so angry that he put away his jokes, and really moved to kill.

The demonic energy around his body skyrocketed, and the rest of the people who besieged him were caught off guard and scattered.

A piece of fog slowly rose, and although the spread was not as fast as in the formation, it was enough to make everyone’s complexion change suddenly.

“Go!” Someone shouted.

Dozens of figures rushed out immediately.

No one noticed, and there was a strange smile on the corner of Sang Rong’s mouth…

On the other hand, several sects also received the information from the disciples one after another, and responded quickly, sending sects to support.

Yuan Chu also set off and brought Jun Xiaobu with him.

Jun Xiaobu has been cultivating in the mountains all these years, and has never gone out to practice. The Dharma she practiced is rarer than the Tao Dharma in this day and age. Buddhism is too particular about understanding. As the spiritual energy becomes thinner and thinner, there are fewer and fewer orthodox Buddhist practices, until it finally declined thousands of years ago.

“Sister, you already knew they would be in danger, why didn’t you remind them?” Jun Xiaobu asked curiously.

“The road of cultivation is dangerous everywhere. I can remind you once, but not for a lifetime.” Yuan Chu sat on an object shaped like a boat, flying in the sky. If someone looks up, they may see a small boat flying through the clouds.

“But what if they fall because of this?” Jun Xiaobu asked again.

“I can’t decide their life or death.” Originally, he could only stand at the intersection of life and death, pointing out a way for them when they faced the life and death competition. If someone had to go to death, there was nothing she could do.

Jun Xiaobu nodded understandingly, with a sudden look on his face.

When the two were only a few dozen miles away from Wei He and the others, they had already fallen into the magical barrier created by Sang Rong.

Everyone thought that the surrounding fog was the same as the one in the formation, able to absorb their mana and vitality. In fact, these fogs only confuse people and create hallucinations. Under the fear and panic, everyone was easily tricked and trapped in their own hallucinations.

Sang Rong ignored the others and just wanted to solve Wei He first.

However, Wei He had obtained excellent results in the realm assessment at the beginning. He was mentally tough and had a certain resistance to this fog.

When Sang Rong made a sneak attack, Wei He keenly sensed the crisis, broke away from the hallucination in an instant, and blocked his killer move dangerously and dangerously.

“Damn it!” Sang Rong was furious, raised the magic sword, and attacked frantically.

Originally, with his strength, he didn’t need to do any sneak attacks, but he subconsciously felt that Wei He was a strong man and was unwilling to fight head-on.

It wasn’t until Wei He was beaten up with scars that he couldn’t help laughing wildly: “Hahaha, so you are just like that!”

He didn’t realize that the absolute advantage he gained was a deliberate flaw left by Wei He. Just when he was complacent, Xuanxiao Umbrella was divided into two and four, and attacked at the same time, breaking the magic energy around him, and attacking his vital point.

“Ah!” Sang Rong let out a scream, and when he regained his demonic energy and rushed out of the Xuanxiao Umbrella’s umbrella formation, there were countless burn marks on his body.

Before he could counterattack, a huge “press” word appeared in the sky, causing him to stagnate and suddenly fall several meters from the air.

After finally resisting the pressure, another golden thunder volleyed down, followed by Fengren and Muteng, who cooperated tacitly and caught Sang Rong by surprise.

Sang Rong’s eyes flickered with anger, his feet stomped on the ground, and he held on to the wooden vine tightly. The demonic energy passed along the vine, and he controlled the wooden vine with his backhand, and firmly entangled Qiao Mingce, Feng Hao, Situ and others who had just shot. .

The reason why Wei He was skipped was because of his ghost fire.

Wei He made a decisive move, trying to cut off the wooden vines that were entangled in the crowd, but heard Qiao Mingce shout, “Wait.”

It’s a pity that it can’t be stopped, and the black flame has already burned the wood vine.

The next second, Feng Hao and the others let out a groan, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths, and their faces pale.

Wei He’s pupils shrank, and he quickly understood the current situation.

Sang Rong used wooden vines as a medium to bind Qiao Mingce and several others together, absorb their mana, and let them share the damage.

Wei He’s attack would only fall on them, but Sang Rong was painless. Unless Qiao Mingce and the others died, it would be difficult to cause him any harm.

“Come on, come and kill me.” Sang Rong provoked at Wei He in the air.

While speaking, he entangled a few more people with wooden vines. The more people he entangles, the stronger he becomes.

If Wei He attacks him, he will transfer the damage to others. If Wei He didn’t attack, he would **** the others up.

At this time, Sang Rong was like a huge octopus, swinging tentacles arrogantly in the mist, ugly and evil.

Wei He clenched the Xuanxiao umbrella tightly, thinking about countermeasures quickly in his mind.

But there was not much time left for him.

He suddenly put away the Xuanxiao umbrella, then drew out a short sword and stabbed it straight at Sang Rong.

“Stupid!” Sang Rong snorted coldly, the fatal injury accelerated the death of others.

Do not dodge, let him stab his dagger into his chest, and wait for others to scream. However, the screams did not sound, but those people seemed to be very comfortable?

Sang Rong: “???”

He soon discovered that Wei He was not using a short sword, but a charger that looked very much like a short sword—a magic weapon that was condensed by the essence of spiritual medicine and used to replenish spiritual power. will be transformed into spiritual power.

Sang Rong didn’t know what to do, and transferred these spiritual powers as damage to other people. No wonder those people showed the same expression as if they had eaten Shiquan Dabu pills.

No, who is so lazy to make the spirit grass essence into a short sword? ? ? (Original: Hehe.)

While Sang Rong was stunned, Wei He pulled out another short sword and stabbed him in the chest again.

Sang Rong sneered: Do you think I will still be fooled?

Puchi!

The dagger entered the body, blood spattered.

Sang Rong: “!!!”

What about the charger? ? ?

The author has something to say: there are only so many today, tomorrow will be a big chapter~~