radiothebook Chapter 292 The Evil Child
Chapter 292 The Evil Child
The sky was completely dark, and large swaths of cloudy clouds accumulated in the sky, covering most of the moonlight.
The night in the Shizu Mountain Range is like a boundless cemetery.
Even people in the corpse path accompanied by refining corpses will inevitably feel a little creepy.
It's not because I'm afraid of evil spirits, but because I'm worried that after one night, I will become the nourishment of evil spirits.
In a narrow cave engraved with formations, more than a dozen monks were huddled together dejectedly.
Heal the wound, adjust the breath.
The entire cave was filled with a dead atmosphere.
Among the group of people, a young man in a brocade robe had a gloomy expression. He closed his eyes and sat against the edge of the stone wall, his brows furrowed tightly, as if he was enduring great pain.
The left arm of the young man in brocade robes was ruined up to his shoulder, and his originally handsome face also appeared a little hideous due to the addition of a few bloodstains.
At this time, a middle-aged monk with a wound wrapped around his head moved to his side and said in a low voice, "Young Master Yan, an hour has passed, please take another antidote elixir."
The one called Young Master Yan by the middle-aged monk was none other than Yan Han who had followed Mu Feng into the same teleportation formation before.
At this moment, his heart was full of resentment.
There are several teleportation areas that can be chosen by the team of thousands of people. He didn't have to end up like this on the first day of entering the arena.
It turned out that it was a coincidence that the teleportation array that Mu Feng randomly selected landed on an insect field.
If only that's all.
Those Gu worms are relatively weak and only know how to attack suicide, but if the monks deal with it properly, although there will be losses inevitably, it will not be too miserable.
Of course, this is not the case for those who are too unlucky.
Just like the two teams that swept directly from midair to the ground before, they rushed directly into the worm nest, and it would be impossible for Death not to harvest them.
Yan Han's team is not weak. After the initial chaos, they quickly resisted the insect attack.
However, at the critical stage of choosing the direction of retreat, Yan Han made another decision that seemed to be harmless but actually killed his own people.
He saw that the Jiuzhongge team suffered the least damage, not only changed his team's formation to the former's, but also followed the opponent's rear to save effort.
With Jiuzhongge rushing forward, their team really picked up a bargain at the beginning.
But luck is really the biggest metaphysics.
Even Mu Feng couldn't detect it beforehand, and when he was about to leave the insect domain, he would encounter such an exaggerated insect attack.
He personally led the Jiuzhong Pavilion people out of the dangerous place, and Yan Han's team following behind him did not have such a strong man who could turn the tide.
The team of more than a thousand people has been reduced to less than two hundred in less than a quarter of an hour.
When he finally hid in this small cave, there were only a dozen or so people around Yan Han.
At this moment, he was full of resentment in his heart, but he couldn't find a place to vent it.
He opened his eyes, took the pill from his entourage and swallowed it in one gulp.
In any case, I must not die here!
"Is the induction jade that grandpa gave us before departure still there?"
Hearing Yan Han's question, the middle-aged monk nodded quickly: "Yes, I have checked just now. The supply point where Elder Yan is located is not too far from us."
Yan Han closed his eyes again, and said tiredly: "Let everyone have a good rest tonight, and tomorrow morning, we will go directly to the supply point."
The middle-aged monk left in response.
After hearing what his young master said, he also breathed a sigh of relief.
'Now there are only so few people left in the team, it is too dangerous to continue to compete, the young master can let go of his pride and choose to seek refuge with the elders, that would be the best. '
Yan Han didn't know what the middle-aged monk was thinking.
In fact, besides seeking asylum, he had another plan.
I have suffered such a big somersault this time, someone has to bear the loss and anger.
Jiuzhongge Mufeng!Yan Han felt that the problem was with this person from the beginning to the end.
If it wasn't for the opponent, why would he have entered the worm domain as soon as he entered the arena, not only damaging the team, but also losing an arm and being poisoned.
This revenge must be avenged by grandpa!
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In the early morning of the next day, Mu Feng continued to set off with the team.
Mingyan had already returned in the second half of the night, having eaten supper to the point of feeling full and sleepy, and was sleeping soundly in the system space at this time.
Mu Feng took out his jade badge for the competition, looked at the scale of 'twelve' on it, tossed it casually, and then put the jade badge back into the storage bag.
"Twelve soul values, the harvest is not bad."
"But having said that, the soul value energy is really special, monks can't refine it, and Mingyan seems to have no interest in it, and the Qilin King is the same."
"For now, apart from participating in post-match competitions, the only place where it can be used is to improve the strength of zombies."
Thinking of this moment, Mu Feng secretly shook his head again.
"To upgrade is also to upgrade the wandering corpses in the Free and Unfettered Realm. It is a waste to upgrade the middle and low-level ones. Let's continue to collect them first. Twelve Dao, I also know that there is no obvious improvement."
After a little induction, Mu Feng quickly chose a direction to start a new day of training with the disciples of Jiuchongge.
He came to participate in the Corpse Dao Conference, originally to sign in and polish the elite disciples in the pavilion.
Now there is one more thing, take a leader, and see what is unique about the magic weapon that can make Kunling so inspiring.
These three goals are not in conflict.
The special place in the mountains can not only meet his high-quality sign-in conditions, but also may encounter tricky environments or tyrannical enemy attacks.
Both training and harvesting soul points can be completed at the same time.
Mu Feng carried out his plan step by step, and the achievement of the goal was not bad.
But there was one thing that made him sigh a little bit.
In this corpse ancestor mountain range, there is nothing to say about the level of the things signed, but it seems a bit useless in terms of use.
For example, emperor-level corpse insect eggs that need to collect a lot of spiritual liquid to hatch.
Another example is the emperor-level scavenging flower that needs to be watered with the blood of a young man to catalyze it.
Firstly, Mu Feng didn't have the energy to look for the things necessary for the use of these spiritual creatures, and secondly, he was not very willing to use those things.
"After we get out of the Zombie Ancestor Mountain Range, let's see if Xu Sheng wants anything. If not, just exchange it for some treasures."
Just as the overall strength of the Jiuzhong Pavilion was steadily increasing, a few days passed by in a hurry.
On this day, Mu Feng brought everyone to an area similar to Gobi.
Looking around, the sky and the earth are all reddish yellow and red.
After the huge rock has been eroded by wind, it forms a magnificent and majestic scenery.
This boundary can greatly hinder or even shield a monk's perception. Even Mu Feng's range of sensing is extremely limited.
He was planning to lead the team to investigate further, but before he could move, a cry of children came from the front.
To hear children crying in this kind of place is really a bit evil.
Mu Feng mobilized the power of his cultivation secretly, and was ready at any time. If the matter was too difficult, he would lead the team to retreat first, and after the disciples were settled, he would come over alone.
And at this moment, a small child with messy hair suddenly drilled out of the red rock area next to the front.
The child's body was covered with hair similar to the color of the rock, but his face was white and clean.
As soon as he saw Mu Feng's team, the boy immediately wanted to turn around and flee in another direction.
But before it could put its action into practice, the retreating troops behind it surrounded and rushed over.
It was crying loudly, and ran straight towards Mufeng with a stuffy head.
Just when the disciples of Jiuchong Pavilion thought that the child was about to bump into the calf of their own Pavilion Master, the latter plunged into the sand in front of Mu Feng's feet and disappeared without a trace.