radiothebook Chapter 405 One sword determines the outcome
Chapter 405 One sword determines the outcome
There is a secret hidden in the Beast Soul Mystery Realm.
Every certain period of time, the bones of certain monsters hidden deep in the secret realm will have the need to replenish their vitality.
This time is not fixed, sometimes it is a year, sometimes it will be several years.
This is the realm of the undead, and the vitality naturally has to be absorbed from the surrounding creatures.
This matter is very simple for the powerful beast soul, because there are constant streams of monks in the outer area.
But the beast souls who know the truth that they can't "kill the chicken and take the eggs" are more covert when harvesting vitality.
Lest people know the specific situation, a large number of monks dare not come to this place to practice again.
Under normal circumstances, the undead in the core area cannot leave the secret realm on their own, so they all attach great importance to the issue of 'granary' circulation supply.
What Elder Tao sensed was wrong stemmed from this incident.
She noticed that some teams had disappeared without a trace.
If those teams died during the training, she wouldn't be surprised at all, but they disappeared inexplicably, which is a bit intriguing.
Because this situation is likely to be due to some unknown changes in the region.
"Let the disciples be more vigilant, and the groups should not be too far apart. You must check the sound transmission jade slips before taking action."
After a brief exchange with fellow disciples, Elder Tao issued such an order.
Naturally, it was impossible for her to lead her disciples to leave here just because she discovered some unknown problems.
If the experience is terminated as soon as the crisis is sensed, then the monk will not have to pursue any way of practice.
After receiving the elder's voice transmission, more than a hundred disciples of Zhuntizong immediately began to gather in a specific area.
They were divided into three teams, each with about 30 people, and each team had a captain in charge of commanding.
As the direct disciple of the Supreme Elder, and just broke through to be promoted to Nascent Soul, Han Lian was appointed as the captain of her team.
The relationship among the disciples in the Zhunti Sect is good. In the team led by Han Lian, there are several brothers and sisters who are in the middle or even late stages of Nascent Soul, but none of them complained because the captain is a new Nascent Soul .
"Everyone, speed up a little bit, we still have to cross a valley from the meeting point."
"In addition to the monsters and undead, there may be other teams in the valley. Everyone must be more vigilant and don't be careless!"
After hearing the captain's instructions, all team members should immediately claim yes, and then speed up and go straight to a cloud-shrouded valley ahead.
A group of people kept fighting and rushed into the valley, and immediately smelled a rather pungent bloody smell.
There are no 'indigenous' creatures alive in the entire Beast Soul Secret Realm, and there will be a bloody smell here, which can only be left by the monks who came to experience it.
After entering the valley, Han Lianyu lightly raised her palm and slowed down the speed of the team.
When they walked to the center of the valley in an orderly manner, they happened to meet another team sitting cross-legged to heal their injuries and adjust their breath.
Coincidentally, this team still knew Han Lian and the others, but they were not friendly.
Seeing that Han Lian was young and beautiful, the young monks leading the team wanted to hook up. When the two teams met before, the young monks led the team shyly and followed Zhun Tizong's team for a long distance.
For this kind of fly, Han Lian hated it, and with the help of a wave of beast souls, he successfully shook off the fly.
Unexpectedly, the two sides met again here.
Han Lianxiu frowned slightly, and was about to pretend not to see that he led his disciples across the valley to the area where the team of monks gathered, but was stopped by a formation wall.
"Miss Han, what's the matter to leave in such a hurry?"
The person who made the sound was the young man who had been pestering Han Lian before but had a bad nose.
His name is Mu Han, and his cultivation had already reached the late stage of Nascent Soul Realm a year ago, and now he has faintly touched the threshold of the peak of Nascent Soul.
Among the monks of the same level, his talent is considered top-notch, coupled with his handsome appearance, this is the first time he has received a cold reception in the pursuit of female nuns.
In this way, he will naturally create some troubles for Han Lian and his team.
Han Lian didn't want to talk too much with him, so he unleashed his cultivation power and looked coldly at the man standing in front of him: "Get out of the way!"
Although she has just stepped into the Nascent Soul, she has broken the shackles with her own limit state. In the past two months, she has been taking the panacea that Mu Feng gave her, and once her combat power is released, her momentum will immediately reach had a deterrent effect.
Mu Han was also taken aback by the wave that the other party erupted, and this made him even more annoyed.
While his mind was twitching, a coercion that was close to the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm suddenly swept out.
At the same time, his voice was a bit cold: "There used to be thousands of undead in this valley, and it was my Feiyan Sect disciples who fought to eliminate them. If you want to use the road to travel now, you have to express it anyway."
After a short pause, he raised his eyes and glanced at the exquisite and graceful body curve of the woman in front of him, and continued to playfully said: "Or, we can become close friends of each other, and there are not so many rules between friends."
As soon as the words fell, many male disciples in Feiyan Sect who were sitting cross-legged in meditation immediately laughed tacitly.
But Zhuntizong's disciples were all angry. Two men whose cultivation base was in the late stage of Nascent Soul Realm even sacrificed their weapons, ready to strike at any time.
Han Lian signaled to her team members that there is no need to make a move for the time being. After carefully sensing the fluctuations in her opponent's cultivation, she said in a cold voice: "One sword will determine the outcome, dare you? If I win, you don't have to pester me anymore! "
Hearing this, Mu Han's heart suddenly became angry, but there was a hint of sarcasm on his face: "Want to leapfrog the challenge? Okay, I can accept it, and I can let you make the first move."
"But if you lose, the people behind you can pass, you have to stay!"
Han Lian's eyes danced with a flame-like fighting intent, and she took a step forward: "Okay, since the Taoist friends of the Feiyan Sect are willing to be humble, then I will not be disrespectful!"
When the words fell, there was already an extra spirit sword in her slender palm.
It was the earth-level spirit sword left to her by Mu Feng. At this moment, she used it in conjunction with the sword moves she had been working hard to polish.
In an instant, the energy in the entire valley became as sharp as a sword blade, and the mist refracted the sword light in all directions. As the brilliance flowed, the eyes of half of the monks here felt a little stinging.
The sword energy hit Mu Han like a wave. At this moment, he felt as if he had lost his way on the sea and was about to be crushed by the huge waves at any moment.
"Damn it! How could that bitch use such a powerful sword? This time I was really careless!"
After cursing secretly in his heart, while condensing his defenses, Mu Han gritted his teeth and took out a spirit jade around his neck. At the moment when the sword energy poured over, he hurriedly crushed it, and then pressed it on himself on the chest.
It was originally a life-saving item given to him by the elders of the Feiyan Sect. Before that, he never thought that he would use it in a confrontation with a newly promoted Nascent Soul.
But at this moment, he couldn't care less about loving Lingbao.
Because the sword blowing in front of him already made him feel the threat to his life.
He felt that if he only used his own spiritual defense to pick it up, he might die here!