Deer seeks fairyland

Chapter 213 Foundation Establishment Monks

A group of ten young monks, each with different brilliance shields of spiritual power, walked cautiously into the underground cave.

In the winding corridor, the water vapor coming to the face is mixed with the strange smell of damp and rot.

Liu Xiaolu was placed in the middle of the team, and while walking, he cautiously used his spiritual eyes to look around.

Fortunately, although the light in the cave is dim, it does not seem to be affected by the fog in the green bamboo forest.

The moss-covered stone walls on both sides were covered with deep or shallow unknown scratches, and a few huge four-toed paw prints could be seen sporadically on the muddy ground full of puddles.

Because of the existence of the second-level monster One-horned Salamander, although everyone was eager to seek treasure, they were extremely vigilant.

One by one not only mobilized the five senses to the extreme, carefully observed the surrounding environment, even the sound of breathing was suppressed to the point where it was almost inaudible.

Walking around in the pitch-black corridor for about half an hour, as the concentration of spiritual energy in the air became higher and higher, everyone finally saw a soft white light at another corner.

Seeing this scene, everyone unanimously quickened their pace.

The vision behind the wall suddenly opened up, and a huge cave with a height of twenty or thirty feet appeared in front of everyone.

Liu Xiaolu looked around and saw that in the middle of the cave was a small spring with a diameter of less than two feet. The clear spring water full of aura flowed out continuously from the spring, converging into a shallow pool of spiritual liquid.

On the open space on the left side of Lingquan is a large pile of black-brown unidentified excrement that emits a foul smell, and less than three feet away from the right side of Lingquan is a huge, khaki-colored animal lying on its back. One-horned lizard.

The lizard's triangular head covered with scales was the size of a millstone, a pair of fist-sized round eyeballs were covered by a thick layer of skin and slightly protruded outwards, and the wrinkled, khaki-yellow skin was lined with a line. It has a strange red pattern, four thick paws with three-inch long black nails, and a long, bare tail curled up slightly and tucked away by the side.

It seems that this is the guardian spirit beast of the purple brocade grass—the one-horned salamander!

I don't know if it's Liu Xiaolu and others' luck, or the one-horned salamander's temperament is too lazy.

Obviously a group of people had come to the front, but it looked unaware, closed its eyes and fell asleep on its own.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Mo Jinze looked at the one-horned salamander who was still sleeping, and at the more than ten purple brocade grasses at its feet, and quickly decided,

"The one-horned salamander may wake up at any time. To be on the safe side, the two clan brothers and I will still arrange the formation as planned. Please protect me and don't try to get the treasure lightly."

"Brother Jinze, please set up the battle with peace of mind, we will leave this beast to us for the time being." Hu Ruxing nodded and said solemnly.

Seeing his answer, Mo Jinze didn't hesitate anymore, and took two other Mo clan members to the side to take out a set of items for the formation, and got busy writing and drawing on the ground.

According to what Mo Jinze said earlier, it only takes a cup of tea for them to set up this water formation. As long as the formation is complete, even if the one-horned salamander wakes up, everyone can easily trap it.

As time passed by every minute and every second, the drawing of the formation of Mo Jinze and the others was coming to an end.

Seeing this scene, everyone's tense heartstrings were about to relax, but they heard a sound of breaking through the tunnel behind them.

Liu Xiaolu looked back and saw a short man in black robe galloping towards the cave with a black flying sword on his feet.

Walking with the imperial weapon, the person who came was actually a foundation-builder monk!

The formation in the Bishui Cave is special, and monks above the Qi refining stage cannot perform their cultivation after entering. This is something that the parents and elders have repeatedly emphasized long ago, but the uninvited guest in front of him is true and undisguised in front of everyone. Exercising the foundation building power.

Liu Xiaolu's complexion changed drastically, knowing that this person was coming in a bad way, his right hand tightened the jade piccolo in his sleeve, his left hand reached into his bosom without hesitation, took out a yellow talisman, and patted himself.

The rest of the people on the field also took out their magic weapons one after another, all looking as if they were facing a big enemy.

"I am a monk of the Xu family of Hedaozong, I don't know senior..."

"Noisy!"

A monk from the Xu family reported himself, but before he could finish his sentence, the man in black snorted coldly, flung his sleeves and threw a cloud of black mist towards him.

With a puff, the black mist passed through the spiritual energy shield on the young man of the Xu family, and landed on his face without slowing down.

The boy didn't even have time to let out a scream, so he tilted his body and fell to the ground on his back, losing his breath.

Liu Xiaolu glanced at the corpse of the Xu family cultivator on the ground, and saw bleeding from its seven orifices, and his originally strong body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a skinny skeleton with a hideous face in an instant.

"Seventh brother!"

Xu Mingxuan let out a mournful cry, knowing that this person came with the intention of killing him, and immediately he threw away hundreds of poisonous needles and shot towards him.

Seeing that the foundation-building cultivator of unknown origin came up and killed him, everyone present no longer hesitated, and drove their flying swords to fight towards him.

Seeing several streaks of light rushing towards him, the man in black did not dodge or dodge. He raised the palms of his hands slightly, and stretched out his arms to push forward.

A whirlpool of solid black mist spewed out from the palms of his hands, and the menacing magic weapons of the crowd were easily blocked by him in the mist.

The black mist only churned for a moment, except for two high-grade magic weapons that were still moaning and struggling, the rest of the middle and low-grade magic weapons had their spirituality wiped out one after another, and fell from the sky like scrap iron. down.

Just when everyone was confused, they heard a loud shout from behind, "Hurry up and enter the battle!"

On the open space to the left of Lingquan, the three of the Mohists had already finished drawing the large formation of the water system, and a transparent blue mask was slowly rising from the ground.

At the same time, the One-horned Salamander who was sleeping soundly at the side seemed to be startled by the sound of fighting, and his eyelids moved slightly, revealing two huge pupils with vertical stripes.

There are foundation-building monks in front, and second-level monsters in the back. Everyone doesn't care about any spiritual springs and grasses at the moment, and they all use their lightness skills to run towards the blue mask at the fastest speed.

"Humph."

The man in black gave a contemptuous smile, and waved his hands again, sending out a few clouds of black mist to hit the fleeing crowd.

Following a few puffs, the spiritual shields of two more people were easily broken by the weird black mist.

Seeing that the protective spiritual power was broken, Hu Rujue couldn't help but turn pale, but for some reason the severe pain he imagined didn't come, and when he looked down, it was a small khaki bell that appeared at an unknown time and stopped the ball of rope for him. Life black mist.

The other young man from the Xu family was not so lucky. The black mist instantly broke through his defensive magic weapon, piercing through the spiritual shield and sticking to his body like a gangrene.

The young boy's thin body continued to run two steps forward with inertia, and finally fell down in the mud all over the ground with a bang.

(End of this chapter)