Chapter 97: Cultivation Breakthrough in a Mountain Valley
Before Meng Hao could even make a move, the dark bluish-green Spirit Snake was already about thirty meters away from him. Suddenly, it stopped in mid-air and let out a shrill shriek, as if it could sense something terrible on Meng Hao’s person. It began to tremble, then shot backward in retreat, not daring to come even a bit closer.
Suddenly, a three-colored mist emerged from the top of Meng Hao’s head. It transformed into a demonic face with an enigmatic expression of both weeping and laughter. It spun around Meng Hao’s head, then let out an intangible shriek which shot toward the Spirit Snake.
The Spirit Snake let out a miserable cry when the intangible shriek slammed into it. Its body instantly began to rot. It transformed into a coagulation of blood which then splashed to the ground. Upon seeing this, the old man’s expression changed. The two other Cultivators gasped, looks of astonishment on their faces.
Meng Hao also looked on in astonishment, his heart thumping.
The three-colored mist was the poison in his body; it had flared up twice in the past half year, but this was the first time it had taken on a magical form and emerged from his body of its own volition. The poison was clearly incredibly mysterious; it could sense other poisons and wouldn’t permit them near, as if this host belonged to it alone.
Over the past months, Meng Hao had come to be convinced that during the previous two outbreaks of poison, the other two poisons from the three great Sects had been completely expelled.
It seemed they were not as powerful as the three-colored poison, and had been forced out of his body by it. Seeing the death of the Spirit Snake enabled Meng Hao to finally understand how powerful Lord Revelation’s three-colored poison really was.
Of course, the three people he faced didn’t know anything about that. They looked down at Meng Hao, fear written on their faces. The Cultivator who had just lost his Spirit Snake shot backward at high speed, blood seeping out of his mouth. He looked at Meng Hao with astonished fear.
“So, the Fellow Daoist also practices Poison Cultivation….” The old man on the toad, who was at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, stood and saluted Meng Hao respectfully. “Since that is the case, please feel free to stay here. But, there is something strange about this valley. It has thick spiritual energy, and every full moon, the mist erupts and fills the entire valley.” His eyes flashed as he spoke.
“Thanks for the warning,” said Meng Hao, his face expressionless. His body flickered, and he entered the Immortal’s Cave. A large stone he had carved out fell in place to seal the cave shut.
Outside, everything was quiet. The toad geezer’s eyes flashed as he looked at the other two men. They were all silent for a moment. Then, they patted their respective Spirit beasts and flew off toward another of the valleys. There, four more Cultivators were gathered.
All of them were at the eighth level of Qi Condensation and wore long gowns of interlaced green and blue. They sat on an enormous black boulder, which pulsed with a dim light. When the light appeared, the boulder seemed to become somewhat transparent. Inside could be glimpsed the skeleton of a two-headed bird.
When the toad geezer and the others arrived, the four men opened their eyes.
“That outsider is a Poison Cultivator,” said the man who had lost the Spirit Snake, his voice filled with hatred. Venomous rage radiated from his eyes. “I’m not sure how much he saw, but he refused to leave.”
“This complicates things…” said one of the four men sitting cross-legged, frowning. He was a pale-faced middle-aged man. “What is the level of his Cultivation base?”
“The peak of the ninth level of Qi Condensation!” said the toad geezer calmly. He wasn’t mistaken: although Meng Hao could easily pass into the thirteenth level of Qi Condensation, when he did, he was cut off from heaven and earth. Therefore, he usually remained at the peak of the ninth level.
“His Cultivation base is very refined, but if we attack together, he’ll be dead for sure,” said the Cultivator who had lost his Spirit Snake. “If we let him stay here, he’ll figure out what’s going on. He might not have any suspicions now, but the next full moon is in half a month. When it comes time to pull out the red rope, he’ll definitely know what’s happening. He’s a Poison Cultivator, how could he not be interested? I say, let’s attack together and exterminate him.”
Some of the others seemed to hesitate. After all, Meng Hao was at the peak of the ninth level. At the moment, only the toad geezer was strong enough to stand up to him. None of the others were powerful enough. If they all fought together, they might be able to win, but some of them would most likely die. Hesitating, they looked at the toad geezer.
“We don’t need to do anything. I told him that strange things happen in the valley on the full moon. Most likely he will
บทที่ ก่อนเม้งเฮาแม้จะให้ย้ายที่มืดฟ้า- เขียววิญญาณงูได้แล้วห่างออกไปประมาณสามสิบเมตรจากเขา ทันใดนั้นก็หยุดในช่วงกลาง- อากาศและให้ออกกรีดร้องโหยหวนราวกับว่ามันรู้สึกได้ถึงความน่ากลัวบางสิ่งบางอย่างเกี่ยวกับเม้งเฮา' ของบุคคล มันเริ่มสั่นแล้วยิงย้อนกลับไปในถอยไม่กล้าที่จะมาแม้แต่นิดใกล้ชิดทันใดนั้นสาม- หมอกสีโผล่ออกมาจากด้านบนของเม้งเฮา' หัว มันกลายเป็นใบหน้าของปีศาจกับการแสดงออกลึกลับของทั้งสองร้องไห้และเสียงหัวเราะ มันหมุนตัวไปรอบเม้งเฮา' หัว วิญญาณงูให้ออกร้องไห้อนาถเมื่อเสียงกรีดร้องที่ไม่มีตัวตนกระแทกเข้ากับมัน ร่างของมันทันทีเริ่มที่จะเน่า มันกลายเป็นการแข็งตัวของเลือดที่สาดไปแล้วพื้นดิน เมื่อเห็นนี้ชายชรา' การแสดงออกของการเปลี่ยนแปลง ทั้งสองพรวนอื่น ๆ อ้าปากค้างลักษณะของความประหลาดใจบนใบหน้าของพวกเขาเม้งเฮายังมองในความประหลาดใจเต้นหัวใจของเขาสาม- หมอกสีเป็นพิษในร่างกายของเขา มันก็สว่างวาบขึ้นมาสองครั้งในปีที่ผ่านมาครึ่งหนึ่ง แต่นี่เป็นครั้งแรกที่จะได้ดำเนินการในรูปแบบที่มีมนต์ขลังและโผล่ออกมาจากร่างกายของเขาจากความตั้งใจของตัวเอง พิษได้อย่างชัดเจนลึกลับเหลือเชื่อ มันรู้สึกได้ถึงความสารพิษอื่น ๆ และ ' T กว่าเดือนที่ผ่านมาเม้งเฮาได้มาจะเชื่อว่าในช่วงก่อนหน้านี้สองแพร่ระบาดของยาพิษอีกสองสารพิษจากสาม นิกายที่ดีได้รับการไล่ออกอย่างสมบูรณ์มันดูเหมือนพวกเขาไม่ได้เป็นพลังที่สาม- สีพิษและได้รับการบังคับให้ออกจากร่างกายของเขาโดยมัน เห็นความตายของพระวิญญาณงูเปิดการใช้งานเม้งเฮาไปจนเข้าใจว่ามีประสิทธิภาพพระเจ้าวิวรณ์' s - พิษสีจริงๆคือแน่นอนทั้งสามคนที่เขาต้องเผชิญกับ ' t พวกเขามองลงไปที่เม้งเฮากลัวที่เขียนบนใบหน้าของพวกเขา เกษตรกรที่เพิ่งหายไปของเขาพระวิญญาณงูยิงย้อนหลังด้วยความเร็วสูงเลือดไหลออกมาจากปากของเขา เขามองไปที่เม้งเฮาด้วยความกลัวประหลาดใจ " ดังนั้นเพื่อน ... . " ชายชราบนคางคกที่อยู่ในระดับที่เก้าของฉีควบแน่นยืนเคารพเม้งเฮากราบ " นับว่าเป็น กรณีโปรดอย่าลังเลที่จะอยู่ที่นี่ แต่มีบางสิ่งบางอย่างแปลก ๆ เกี่ยวกับหุบเขานี้ Chapter 97: Cultivation Breakthrough in a Mountain Valley
Before Meng Hao could even make a move, the dark bluish-green Spirit Snake was already about thirty meters away from him. Suddenly, it stopped in mid-air and let out a shrill shriek, as if it could sense something terrible on Meng Hao’s person. It began to tremble, then shot backward in retreat, not daring to come even a bit closer.
Suddenly, a three-colored mist emerged from the top of Meng Hao’s head. It transformed into a demonic face with an enigmatic expression of both weeping and laughter. It spun around Meng Hao’s head, then let out an intangible shriek which shot toward the Spirit Snake.
The Spirit Snake let out a miserable cry when the intangible shriek slammed into it. Its body instantly began to rot. It transformed into a coagulation of blood which then splashed to the ground. Upon seeing this, the old man’s expression changed. The two other Cultivators gasped, looks of astonishment on their faces.
Meng Hao also looked on in astonishment, his heart thumping.
The three-colored mist was the poison in his body; it had flared up twice in the past half year, but this was the first time it had taken on a magical form and emerged from his body of its own volition. The poison was clearly incredibly mysterious; it could sense other poisons and wouldn’t permit them near, as if this host belonged to it alone.
Over the past months, Meng Hao had come to be convinced that during the previous two outbreaks of poison, the other two poisons from the three great Sects had been completely expelled.
It seemed they were not as powerful as the three-colored poison, and had been forced out of his body by it. Seeing the death of the Spirit Snake enabled Meng Hao to finally understand how powerful Lord Revelation’s three-colored poison really was.
Of course, the three people he faced didn’t know anything about that. They looked down at Meng Hao, fear written on their faces. The Cultivator who had just lost his Spirit Snake shot backward at high speed, blood seeping out of his mouth. He looked at Meng Hao with astonished fear.
“So, the Fellow Daoist also practices Poison Cultivation….” The old man on the toad, who was at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, stood and saluted Meng Hao respectfully. “Since that is the case, please feel free to stay here. But, there is something strange about this valley. It has thick spiritual energy, and every full moon, the mist erupts and fills the entire valley.” His eyes flashed as he spoke.
“Thanks for the warning,” said Meng Hao, his face expressionless. His body flickered, and he entered the Immortal’s Cave. A large stone he had carved out fell in place to seal the cave shut.
Outside, everything was quiet. The toad geezer’s eyes flashed as he looked at the other two men. They were all silent for a moment. Then, they patted their respective Spirit beasts and flew off toward another of the valleys. There, four more Cultivators were gathered.
All of them were at the eighth level of Qi Condensation and wore long gowns of interlaced green and blue. They sat on an enormous black boulder, which pulsed with a dim light. When the light appeared, the boulder seemed to become somewhat transparent. Inside could be glimpsed the skeleton of a two-headed bird.
When the toad geezer and the others arrived, the four men opened their eyes.
“That outsider is a Poison Cultivator,” said the man who had lost the Spirit Snake, his voice filled with hatred. Venomous rage radiated from his eyes. “I’m not sure how much he saw, but he refused to leave.”
“This complicates things…” said one of the four men sitting cross-legged, frowning. He was a pale-faced middle-aged man. “What is the level of his Cultivation base?”
“The peak of the ninth level of Qi Condensation!” said the toad geezer calmly. He wasn’t mistaken: although Meng Hao could easily pass into the thirteenth level of Qi Condensation, when he did, he was cut off from heaven and earth. Therefore, he usually remained at the peak of the ninth level.
“His Cultivation base is very refined, but if we attack together, he’ll be dead for sure,” said the Cultivator who had lost his Spirit Snake. “If we let him stay here, he’ll figure out what’s going on. He might not have any suspicions now, but the next full moon is in half a month. When it comes time to pull out the red rope, he’ll definitely know what’s happening. He’s a Poison Cultivator, how could he not be interested? I say, let’s attack together and exterminate him.”
Some of the others seemed to hesitate. After all, Meng Hao was at the peak of the ninth level. At the moment, only the toad geezer was strong enough to stand up to him. None of the others were powerful enough. If they all fought together, they might be able to win, but some of them would most likely die. Hesitating, they looked at the toad geezer.
“We don’t need to do anything. I told him that strange things happen in the valley on the full moon. Most likely he will
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