nucmednet Chapter 354 6 Treasure Secret Realm 8
Chapter 354 6 Treasure Secret Realm 8
The poisonous fog spread rapidly like the tentacles of a demon, enveloping everyone in Lingyin Temple. The thick purple-black poisonous fog seemed to carry the breath of death, making the eight monks' hearts sink to the bottom of the valley.
After exchanging punches with Shu Er, the monk lay on the ground and remained motionless. Everyone looked at him with despair in their hearts, thinking that he was in great danger.
The old monk looked at the situation and knew that he couldn't wait any longer. The longer he delayed, the worse it would be. By then, he wouldn't have to wait for the other side to attack him, as he would be poisoned and die.
His eyes became firm, and he slowly drew a circle with his hands in front of him. As he moved, a spiritual Buddha image gradually appeared in front of everyone. The Buddha's eyes were wide open, like a Vajra descending to the world, full of majesty. The Buddha stretched out a palm, and a swastika Buddha seal appeared on the palm. The Buddha seal became brighter and brighter, and the light seemed to pierce the darkness of the poisonous fog.
"I will hold them back, and you take this opportunity to escape." The old monk shouted to the crowd, his voice full of determination.
"Buddha's Compassion - Swastika"
He stretched out his palm, and the palm passed through the spiritual power portrait, carrying the shining Buddha seal, and pressed towards the killers. The powerful spiritual power fluctuations made the air tremble.
"Rat Two, hold him back." The head rat saw the old monk's extraordinary momentum and felt that he should not be underestimated, so he hurriedly called out. Then, he quickly bypassed the old monk like lightning and rushed into the monks.
He held a black knife in his hand, which emitted an eerie light in the poisonous fog.
The head rat was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and began to attack and kill people in all directions. He was agile and flexible, and every move was as fast as a cheetah. The knife light kept flashing in the dim environment, sometimes like a silver snake dancing, sometimes like lightning, and every light seemed to carry the breath of death.
The murderous head rat frightened the monks so much that they raised their weapons to resist, but they were defeated by the head rat's sharp knife.
Heima understood what he meant and immediately surrounded the old monk and started fighting. His body was extremely agile, like a ghost, moving left and right, forward and backward, making it difficult to predict.
He knew that the old monk was very powerful, and a head-on fight was not the best strategy. He had to keep moving around and looking for opportunities to buy time for the leader. Yima would sometimes throw a punch to test the old monk's reaction, and sometimes quickly dodge the old monk's attack. His movements were agile and precise, and every move was just right.
Other killers in black also fought with the fleeing monks from Lingyin Temple.
They cooperated well, attacking or defending, forcing the monks into a panic. Some killers wielded long swords, and attacked the monks like a storm; some killers held hidden weapons, looking for opportunities in the dark to give the monks a fatal blow. From time to time, poisoned monks fell down, groaning in pain, but they could not escape the fate of death.
As time went by, the monks fell one after another, and finally only the old monk was left standing alone in the poisonous fog.
The old monk looked at the miserable situation around him, his heart filled with grief and indignation. He waved his hands, and the light on the spiritual Buddha portrait became more dazzling, trying to resist the attack of the man in black. However, the erosion of the poisonous fog made his strength gradually disappear, and his movements became slower and slower.
A group of killers stood quietly around, watching the old monk die from the poison.
The old monk's face became increasingly purple and dark, his body trembling slightly, but his eyes remained firm. He looked at the killers around him, his heart filled with resentment and anger.
However, the erosion of the poisonous fog gradually made his strength disappear, and finally, he slowly fell to the ground, no longer moving. The poisonous fog was still pervasive, as if telling the end of this cruel battle.
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Yuan Xianzhen slept until noon before slowly waking up. He lazily got up from the ground, stretched his body, and then kicked Lu Chengke and the others.
Those people were awakened from their sleep. They were confused at first, and then they sat up from the ground slowly.
The few people were still not satisfied, and they all turned their heads to look at the back of the cave. There, under a blanket, only a few wisps of messy hair and a piece of bare white feet were exposed. Just this small corner made their hearts burn with excitement again.
"It's time to go out for a walk. If we wait a few more days, those who stay behind will be tough guys. It won't be too late to find a place to hide and enjoy ourselves then." Yuan Xianzhen said lazily, and then she walked out first. The others hurriedly followed, not daring to be negligent.
When they passed by Fang Qingtian, they saw that Fang Qingtian had recovered quite well. They secretly estimated that by tomorrow morning, Fang Qingtian would have recovered enough to fight.
The five people then walked out of the hiding place, leaving only Fang Qingtian and Junior Sister Liu who were recuperating from their injuries, and Li Yatong who was still unconscious.
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"Don't run!" Wang Qiye cursed angrily.
He really didn't expect that this man and woman were so timid. He had already chased them for several miles.
When they first met, there were three of them. At that time, they saw Wang Qiye alone, so they surrounded him relying on their numbers. The green-haired man was determined to show off, and wanted to challenge Wang Qiye alone, relying on the support of two fellow disciples.
Unexpectedly, after only three moves, the green-haired man was killed.
Upon seeing this, the man and woman were so frightened that they started running for their lives.
The two of them rushed into an ancient palace in a panic. Wang Qiye followed closely behind and also entered the palace.
After seeing the situation inside clearly, Wang Qiye was shocked and retreated without thinking.
However, the door slammed shut at this moment.
A sharp sword reflected cold light and floated in the air. "Now we are finally all here, we can start the game, hehe."
This naughty female voice floated throughout the hall, sounding so strange.
Some monks even had their teeth chattering, and the bodies of more than a dozen monks who had been lying on the ground for who knows how long created a horrifying and eerie picture.
The air seemed to freeze, making people shudder.
The sword spoke again: "Hello everyone, I am the spirit of this Six Treasures Secret Realm. The game we are going to play next in Yibao Mountain is called "Decimal System." Its voice echoed in the hall, carrying a mysterious sense of oppression.
"The rules are very simple. This game will last until only one person is left among the hundred of you. Then it will end." The words of the weapon spirit were like a cold wind, turning the faces of many cultivators pale instantly.
Wang Qiye was also horrified, and cold sweat broke out on his back. "Only one person can walk out alive?" He muttered to himself, his eyes full of shock and fear.
The weapon spirit seemed to not care about everyone's feelings at all, and continued: "Do you see the three circles in the center of the hall? When the game starts, you can kill as you please, without any restrictions on the venue. When there are less than fifty people, those who have not entered the outermost red circle will be killed; when there are less than ten people, those who have not entered the second orange circle will be killed."
It paused, then continued, "After the game starts, I will randomly kill one person every ten minutes. Only those who stay in the blue circle in the middle will not be on my hunting list. Therefore, the middle is a safe zone, you must seize the opportunity."
With the sound of the weapon spirit saying, "Then, the game begins!"
The entire hall was instantly shrouded in an atmosphere of tension and fear.
The monks looked at each other, their eyes full of anxiety and vigilance, as if death would come in the next second. And the three circles were like a vortex of fate, attracting everyone's attention and determining their life and death.
The one hundred monks in this ancient temple were scattered in every corner. Some of them stood quietly, some sat cross-legged, and everyone even maintained their previous postures, motionless.
The air was filled with tension and it was so quiet that one could almost hear everyone's heartbeat.
Although they didn't know whether what the weapon spirit said was true or not, everyone's nerves were already tense to the extreme. Whoever dared to take action first would probably become the target of everyone's attack and be the first to be besieged by everyone.
In this life-or-death situation, no one is willing to take risks easily.
Wang Qiye regretted his decision, and he was filled with remorse. It was his first time to hunt someone in the secret realm, and he ended up in this situation. "It was because of the karma of the Lei family that I was oppressed too much. I was not like this before." He sighed in his heart, with a hint of helplessness and regret in his eyes.
The man and woman had not expected that they would just escape from the wolf's den and fall into the tiger's mouth. In such a desperate situation, the two of them collapsed at the door.
However, when they saw the corpses on the ground nearby, a huge fear instantly surged into their hearts and they fainted from fright.
The entire ancient temple seemed to have turned into a terrifying cage, and everyone was waiting for the verdict of fate.
An hourglass of time,
Flowing down slowly,
What froze was not just the fear.
A horror story.
The beginning was bleak.
Only a touch of lead,
Extremely dazzling!!!
The last grain of sand flows into the hourglass, and time passes quietly.
The sharp sword instantly turned into a streak of light, as fast as a thread, flashing through the air.
One cultivator didn't even have time to react to the blockage of his defensive magic weapon, and he fell to the ground crookedly without even uttering a scream.
Everyone's hearts tightened, and fear surged into their hearts like a tide.
"No one can stop the attack of this fifth-level weapon spirit!!!" These words echoed in their minds, and a feeling of despair spread in the air.
Everyone realized that in this mysterious ancient temple, their lives were like candles in the wind, which could be ruthlessly extinguished at any time. The powerful force of the weapon spirit made them feel extremely small and helpless.