Chapter 333 – Black Mud of Grieving Souls
Chapter 333 – Black Clay of Grieving Souls
The four exotic treasures in the jade pool were.
A slender dark yellow thread incense, rooted in the black gas at the bottom of the pool, in the smoke, as if spewing out a smoke lotus platform, the lotus platform can be vaguely seen sitting on the plate of a flower smiling Buddha statue.
A form of uncertain black mud, slowly absorbing the black gas below, from time to time there are fuzzy resentful souls face from the black mud inside the outpouring, and then silently dissipated in the jade pool.
A delicate and small seal, four sides painted with a vajra mortar and pestle, Buddha beads, wooden fish, sutra streamers and other Buddhist artifacts, underneath the emergence of a gust of golden light, suppressing the black qi below.
There is also a small emerald green sword, the body of the sword crystal clear, radiating rich vitality, like a fish swimming freely in the jade pool.
The four exotic treasures all looked extraordinary and were of notable quality.
The seven people, along with Lu Xuan, each occupied a position and worked together to crack the restraints that shrouded the jade pool.
The spiritual power shield shook, and the black gas at the bottom became even more arrogant.
With a loud bang, the aura shroud shattered, and instantly, the black aura soared with precious light.
Four exotic treasures shot out of the jade pool in lightning.
Several people had prepared for this, and each of them used their own means to instantly pounce on the treasures that flew in different directions.
The short cultivator’s arms were soft as if they were boneless, lengthening at great speed, and as soon as he grabbed the small emerald green sword, before he could retract it back into his own hands, a thunderous sword blade from the sword pellet in front of Zhou Bingyu swiftly arrived, splitting on his pair of strange arms.
The hump on the hunchbacked old man’s body hump violently rose high, a mournful baby cry sounded, a green and black baby ghost appeared out of thin air, dead gray arm tightly holding the compact Buddhist seal.
When the old man saw this, his face was happy, and he was about to summon the baby ghost back, a grayish spiritual light shone on the baby ghost, causing it to move with a lurch, and the seal in his hand involuntarily fell down.
A crimson sword light flashed like a pike, wrapping the dark yellow thread incense and coming in front of the elegant scribe.
He pressed down his inner excitement and rode the sword light, directly rushing outside.
“Want to escape?”
The blood-robed cultivator sneered, such a high-quality blood food was enough for him to cultivate a Blood Condensation Yin Worm King, how could he be willing to let the elegant scribe leave?
The roiling blood light swept towards the elegant scribe, and sharp hissing sounds came from within, seemingly harboring countless bugs and insects.
Of the four treasures, Lu Xuan’s first favorite was the black mud that seeped out of the resentful souls.
He guessed that this black mud would most likely be used to cultivate spirit plants, and thus, the primary target was placed on it.
The moment the black mud rushed out with the many souls, he utilized his Fourth Grade Wind and Thunder Sword to stop the black mud in a flash of lightning.
“This treasure is mine!”
A rough voice came out, and the zhang and a half tall lanky cultivator stomped the ground fiercely, his tall body transformed into a trail of stumps and rushed towards the Wind and Thunder Sword and the resentful souls of black mud.
Lu Xuan did not say a word, his body was like a floating light, lightly arriving in front of the black mud.
With a thought, the Wind and Thunder Sword’s sword body surged with deep black sword awnings, the winds rose and thundered, gusts of wind were loud, and thunder surfaced, raging towards the lanky middle-aged cultivator.
Up to ten feet and a half of the stout cultivator’s body once again swelled, covered with green and black sinews and flesh like a piece of hard rock, directly blocked the incoming deep black sword awn.
He had been immersed in body refining for hundreds of years, his fleshly body was strong and unrivaled, comparable to a fourth-grade artifact, and he was confident in blocking Lu Xuan’s sword awnings.
However, he still underestimated the power of the Wind Thunder Sword.
A product of the Light Corps was bound to be a masterpiece.
Forged from the Heavenly Wind and Thunder Stone, it contained the power of powerful wind and thunder, and was among the forefront of magic weapons of the same grade.
Coupled with the fact that Lu Xuan had inserted the Wind Lightning Sword into the Mysterious Nurturing Xuan Sword Sheath and nourished it for many days, the quality was further enhanced.
He had also incorporated the third-grade Sundown Thunder Sword Pill with matching attributes that he had previously obtained into the sword body. This made the Wind Thunder Sword’s power increase once again by a great deal.
Meeting the lanky cultivator head on, the sword landed on his swollen body, and the rocky muscles seemed like tofu, easily slicing through, with electric light jumping from the deep wounds.
“Ah!!!”
The burly cultivator roared in pain, feeling the threat of the deep black sword awn on his own flesh, the flesh and blood in the depth of the wound wriggled, as if it had the power of life in general, the sword awn will be eliminated and pushed out.
He originally thought that he could snatch a treasure from the hands of this cultivator who was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and it would not be in vain.
But did not expect, this inconspicuous cultivator is hidden so deep, actually can easily cause great harm to himself.
The blood qi in his head surged, the aura in his body flowed tyrannically, under his ribs, the blood and flesh on his back shoulder wriggled, and he instantly grew four arms.
Six huge green and black fists rained down, madly smashing towards Lu Xuan.
“This will be a bit difficult.”
Lu Xuan’s Grudging Soul Black Clay in his hand instantly disappeared and was put into the Taolu Bug Sac, dodging the huge fists that covered a large area beside him.
“Although after practicing the two Body Refining Techniques and swallowing many body-strengthening spirit fruits and treasures, the physical body is already extremely strong and should be at the same level as this transformed cultivator.”
“Looking at this crazy attack of his, if he is not careful, he might bump and make some small wounds.”
His figure was like a lone boat, floating and sinking along in the monstrous waves.
“It’s better to settle it as soon as possible.”
The lanky middle-aged cultivator was a mid Foundation Establishment cultivator, and Lu Xuan, in order to settle this once and for all, a crimson talisman appeared soundlessly in his hand.
It was none other than the Fourth Grade Great Sun Sword Talisman from the Sword Nurturing Gourd’s light mass.
On the crimson talisman, a round of blazing sun violently expanded, countless brilliant crimson sword awns swooshed out, attacking the six-armed lanky cultivator.
In the cultivator’s eyes, it was as if a round of blazing sun exploded with ten thousand rays of light, deeply penetrating into his sea of consciousness, and his mind went into a trance for a moment.
When he reacted, there were already countless crimson swords arriving in front of him.
The zhang and a half tall body was immediately submerged in the endless sea of sword qi.
The sword awns dispersed, and the stout middle-aged cultivator’s figure was revealed.
Kneeling on the ground, his six arms hung helplessly, and his torso was densely packed with holes left by the sword awnings.
Through the holes, one could see the charred black sinews and internal organs within his body, and the blood had all evaporated under the contact of the Great Sun Sword Qi, leaving only an empty shell.
Lu Xuan hand quietly emerged a strange lantern, white bone for the handle, human skin for the cover, under the lamp base countless dark red spikes as if tentacles gently swaying.
A green light flew out from the stout middle-aged cultivator’s heavenly soul cap, and drilled into the soul-attracting lantern from under the lamp base.
Miserable white candles, squeezing countless Yin souls resentment, green light into the candle, a clearly stronger than the other Yin souls of the face then emerged, look at the fuzzy features, and stout middle-aged have a few similarities.
Lu Xuan holding the wind and thunder sword, came to the stout cultivator corpse in front of, spiritual power swept through, cultivator storage bag suddenly appeared in his hands.
Although the infinite sword qi raised by the Great Sun Sword Talisman did not attack the other cultivators head-on, the other six were more or less slightly affected by the influence of the brilliant sword awnings.
The spiritual sense sensed that the stout middle-aged cultivator had died, and everyone was appalled in their hearts.
(End of chapter)