Volume 1 Lingxi Seeking the Way

Chapter 039: Sudden Mutation

Yao Ze only felt a slight movement on his shoulder, and his divine sense swept over, and it turned out to be a ghost-faced colored moth lying on his shoulder. He didn't dare to move, looked at the black hole, stopped talking, and directly bowed down into the black hole.

He lowered his head and walked more than a dozen steps away, and his eyes lit up, Yao Ze stood up, this was another room. The figure behind him flashed again, and it turned out that the bald monk had followed in.

The room is exactly the same as the layout just now, there is a bright stone on the roof, and there is a painting on the wall, and the painting is still the golden armor of the greedy step, but this time the painting is hanging next to the entrance of the cave. The futon on the ground, a long table, and this time two jade bottles were poured on the table.

The bald monk directly picked up the jade bottle, looked at it, and threw it away, both of which were empty. The bald monk waved his hand, and the futon on the ground turned directly into ashes.

Yao Ze felt some anger from the bald monk, and hurriedly moved towards the corner of the wall. The bald monk didn't pay attention to Yao Ze, where could he hide in this closed room?

The bald monk made a gesture of his hand, and the picture flew to his hand again, and then looked at the wall behind the painting, but this time there was a line of words, "Ming Shengzong is shit". Yao Ze opened his mouth wide next to him, and suddenly secretly screamed "not good", the bald monk was insulted by this, and he must find someone to vent.

As soon as Yao Ze's body moved, the bald monk's pale face was flushed with iron, and with a gesture of pinching his hand, Yao Ze only felt a pain in his shoulder, and he didn't dare to move anymore.

The bald monk walked around this room a few times, the blue on his face became more and more intense, Yao Ze secretly complained in his heart, how much enmity this insect demon has with the Ming Holy Sect, after two or three thousand years, it will be disgusting to the Ming Holy Sect. He guessed that the people who came to this cave to hunt for treasures must have been disciples of the Ming Holy Sect, and they didn't leave anything, and it was estimated that those monks outside also found nothing.

But now that the bald monk was on his way, he was going to bear the wrath of the man. However, he can't sit still, the "Thorn God" that he hasn't mastered yet should be able to bring him a chance, Yao Ze's mana is tightly wrapped in the tail needle of the purple queen bee, although forcibly driving it now will make him back, and it is possible that he has a huge poison in his body, but now he can't care about it so much.

The bald monk stopped, looked at Yao Ze, the anger in his eyes could burn people, and as soon as his right hand was raised, Yao Ze was just about to fight hard, but he saw that the hand was facing the line of words on the wall, and with a "bang", the entire wall was recessed.

At that moment, a sudden change occurred, and a puff of smoke rose from the pit in the wall.

"Not good, gas!"

Yao Ze and the bald monk were busy holding their breath, and even the pores on their bodies were closed.

The smoke cleared quickly, filling the room in an instant. This smoke is not the same as what Yao Ze put in the nest of the Purple Emperor Bee, this smoke is a colorful light, the bald monk's face changed greatly, and he secretly complained in his heart: "Colorful Mandala!"

Strictly speaking, this colorful mandala is not a poison, and it basically has no effect on mortals, but the effect on the monk is fatal, it can make the monk's mana and divine consciousness imprisoned in the body and cannot be released.

A thousand years ago, there was an incredible tragedy in Lingxi, a mortal who was regarded as an ant by the monks used this colorful mandala to slaughter more than 20 monks of a sect, and even the head of the sect was murdered.

Since then, this colorful mandala has been forbidden to be cultivated. This colorful mandala also has no medicinal value, so it slowly became extinct in the cultivation realm, but he didn't expect to be hidden in the wall by the insect demon, he could guess that the disciples of the Ming Holy Sect would destroy the wall, directly triggering the smoke.

Now that the two of them held their breath, it didn't seem to be of much use, and soon the two of them noticed that their bodies were strange, their mana and divine sense were gone, and Yao Ze felt the same as in the Great Yan Imperial City.

The two looked at each other again and again, Yao Ze reached out and grabbed the ghost-faced colored moth on his shoulder, and now there is no divine sense and mana control, and the ghost-faced colored moth does not move. With a slight pinch of two fingers, the ghost-faced colored moth shattered.

The bald monk saw that this junior's strength was so great, his face turned even paler, and he wanted to go out directly, but Yao Ze blocked the entrance of the cave with one arrow step.

The bald monk panicked in his heart, and forced himself to calm down, "Junior, if you want to find death, give you a chance, hide aside, I won't kill you." ”

Yao Ze smiled, looking at the bald monk, the smile was a little hideous in the bald monk's eyes.

"What do you want to do? Do you know who I am? I'm a ...... of the Ming Holy Sect."

"Let you give it back to me!"

Yao Ze slapped it over, causing the bald monk to roll directly to the ground.

As the most powerful of the innate ancient beasts, Yao Ze has been soaking in the Shenglong Pool for so long, the strength of the physical body has long been perverted, this bald monk is not a physical cultivator, the physical body is not much different from mortals, how can he stand a slap from him.

Yao Ze stepped forward and took off the bald monk's storage bag and spirit beast bag. The bald monk understood his strength, and hurriedly said: "Everything is for you, there are many treasures in my cave, I can give them all, and I can't see your face, just please let me go." ”

When did the bald monk beg for so much grievances with a junior? He swore in his heart that if he regained his mana, he would make this junior's life worse than death, and he would extract his soul and torture him for ten years to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Noise!"

As if he had guessed the bald monk's thoughts, Yao Ze kicked directly, and the bald monk hit the walls like a flying sword, and those walls were all stones, and the bald head was broken like a watermelon.

At this moment, the sound of "ah" came from the entrance of the cave, Yao Ze looked back, and came in a monk in the foundation building period, he just saw Yao Ze kick the bald monk's head out, and couldn't help but exclaim, seeing Yao Ze looking over, his face turned pale with fright, and he turned around and wanted to run, how could Yao Ze let him go out and talk nonsense, grabbed his hind feet, picked them up and smashed them on the wall, and he was also killed.

Yao Ze put away the storage bag of the foundation building monk, and cross-legged in this room to try to see if he could use his mana.

The smoke of the colorful mandala slowly drifted down the small hole towards the surrounding of the cave, and after a while, many monks discovered the abnormality, and the mana and divine sense were gone, and everyone screamed in fright.

With a cup of tea, more than 40 monks who entered the cave were hit by this colorful mandala. Everyone didn't dare to move, most of them had forgotten this kind of mortal feeling, and now there were no foundation building period monks here, and there were no Jindan powerhouses, some were just panicked mortals.

Everyone was leaning against the wall, their eyes staring at others, and they didn't dare to go out at this time, and those low-level monks outside who usually didn't look down on them were now like immortals to them.

Slowly, two Qi Refining Stage disciples who looked very similar stood up, they looked at each other, and then raised their heads together and laughed wildly, "It's done, it's time for our brothers to send it." ”

When the people saw this, they knew that something was not good, and they hurried out in a hurry. Those two Qi Refining Period cultivators should be body refining cultivators, their eyes showed a fierce light, they took up their weapons, just like cutting melons, and the people they killed had nowhere to hide.

Since the two of them decided to kill and seize the treasure, it was impossible for them to spare any of the monks. The rest of the monks didn't see it well, and they also united to fight with those two, but where was the opponent of the body refining cultivators.

Yao Ze was meditating cross-legged in the inner room, and a scream came from his ears. He is not a vicious man, and he will not do those brainless things that love to fight, since he came here to explore the treasure, he is mentally prepared to be destroyed, as long as he does not enter this small room, he will not ask.

Slowly, the screams outside became scarce, and after a stick of incense, there was no sound outside. Yao Ze was unmoved, and was still working hard to run his mana, but unfortunately the dantian had been empty.

The day passed slowly, and the low-level monks outside didn't know what the situation was, and they didn't dare to rush inside.

Another day passed, and the colorful mandala had long disappeared without a trace, and Yao Ze's mana was slowly recovering. The monks outside were a little bold, and several of them entered the cave together, and the tragic scene they saw made them unforgettable for the rest of their lives.

There were corpses all over the ground, none of them were intact, some of them were still blue and had long tongues, apparently strangled to death by others. I don't know who shouted: "Demon beast!"

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, and the low-level disciples outside the cave mansion didn't know what was going on, and when they heard everyone shouting "demon beast" in their mouths, they were also frightened and ran away.

Now Yao Ze's consciousness has long been restored, and seeing that everyone has run away, he knows that this place is not a place to stay for a long time, so he recovered a little bit of mana, and hurried out of the room. Yao Ze couldn't bear to look at the miserable in the cave outside.

A glance of his consciousness revealed a strange thing, two monks each grabbed a storage bag, but one was bitten in the neck, and the other intestines leaked out.

Time was pressing, he didn't dare to think about it, he put away all the storage bags with a wave of his hand, and when he came to the outside of the cave, he didn't find a monk when he let go of his divine sense, sacrificed a flying sword, looked in one direction, and soon disappeared.

Yao Ze flew more than a hundred miles in one breath, and his mana was obviously exhausted, so he quickly landed on a small mountain, quickly dug out a small cave with a flying sword, and casually laid out a simple ecstasy magic circle to prevent the beast from breaking in, stuffed a pill into his mouth, and directly crossed his legs to breathe.

Less than an hour after Yao Ze flew away, several figures appeared at the door of the cave like ghosts, and one of the leading monks waved his hand, and several people entered the cave.

The tragedy in the cave also surprised them, and finally found that the ghost head of the Ming Shengzong also died tragically. According to the last statistics, one Jindan powerhouse, eight foundation building period monks, and thirty-three qi refining stage monks all died tragically. Strangely, these monks were like mortals who couldn't spell, most of them killed each other, and their storage bags were gone.