Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 112 The devil is here, please come back quickly

Due to changes in the celestial phenomena, the wind and snow have spread to the entire Huaqu City.

Wu Meng walked through the wind and snow, looming.

His eyes were bright, and there was a trace of nervousness left in the excitement.

Today's operation was far smoother than he imagined.

The effect of the revealed cards is astonishing.

As an advanced technique during the Qi training period, Sanhua Puppet Technique can induce the spiritual power of heaven and earth on a small scale to form phantoms.

This is still within the normal range.

But it was completely different if three were cast at the same time. The phantom of the entire courtyard brought no less visual impact than the foundation-building spell.

Of course, this is based on the premise that Wu Meng has rich means.

The improvement brought by the Shuoyue Jue can only be achieved by combining the spirit toad swallowing technique modified by the breath of the underworld beast, and the strength of the foundation-building level of spiritual consciousness.

Picking any one of them would be an unimaginable opportunity for ordinary monks.

If you want to put it all together and achieve success, talent and luck are indispensable.

The second thing was something Wu Meng had not expected.

That was the panic caused by his own appearance, which led to the rapid collapse of the situation, and its power was even greater than that of magic!

Many early-stage disciples were panic-stricken and their calves were weak. It was difficult for them to form a technique, let alone cooperate together.

Therefore, the exaggerated effect of annihilating the entire army can be achieved in such a short period of time.

Of course, these are things to follow.

Wu Meng looked for a place, and after making sure that there was no strange adhesion to his body, he found a pavilion and sat down cross-legged.

He thought briefly.

A maximum of two Lotus Hearts can be obtained.

This is the result of a previous battle test.

In addition, the resistance of monks in the middle stage of Qi training is several times stronger than that of monks in the early stage.

This is especially obvious when affecting the other party's mind.

He estimated that if he faced a late-stage monk, he might only be able to seize control of part of the opponent's limbs, or it might affect his thoughts at certain critical moments.

Of course, there is good news.

Zhang Baiyuan, as well as the mid-term monks who were behind him, brought a double harvest of spiritual power and essence when Wu Meng took back the lotus heart.

At this time, spiritual energy surged through his meridians, as if he had absorbed four or five spiritual stones.

These auras are all obtained by skill and are not produced by self-refining. The control power is weak. When used, it is like splashing ink and swiping a brush, making it difficult to calculate carefully.

But something is better than nothing.

What's more, this is the "sucking technique" to strengthen oneself and weaken the enemy!

The effects cannot be taken lightly.

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When Wu Meng was sitting cross-legged to digest spiritual energy, he moved forward a stick of incense.

Senior Brother Qian from Qianjin Mountain wielded his flying sword, like a thunderous roar that broke through the wind and snow.

With urgency, he quickly found Junior Brother Wei who was stopping to investigate three miles away from Luo's house.

"Junior Brother Wei, how is the situation?"

"The entire Luo family has collapsed. The head of the family has turned into a half-human, half-dragon monster wearing scales and is going on a killing spree among the clan."

"Became a monster!"

Senior Brother Qian was surprised: "How is your strength?"

"After you have completed your Qi training, you are still a little short of building your foundation."

"Where is the formation it has set up?"

"It's hard to tell..."

Junior Brother Wei used the Golden Eye Technique and looked from a distance: "There is a considerable degree of blood evil energy. To reach this level, at least forty or fifty Qi training monks must be filled into the formation, and the cultivation level must be in the middle stage. superior……"

He used the word "fill" in such a way that the monk surnamed Qian could naturally hear the implication.

This is not just about finding the formation nodes and inputting spiritual power. Instead, the monks must be killed, the essence and blood must be extracted, and then the formation can be refined into something for energy.

He is a cold-blooded person, and he couldn't help but be speechless when he heard this.

"Where are there so many middle- and late-stage monks?" After finishing speaking, an idea popped up in his mind: "Could it be..."

The monk surnamed Wei happened to turn his head and their eyes met, and both saw a hint of shock in the other's eyes.

"The Luo family had an internal conflict a few years ago. It is said that many people died, but now it seems that there is another hidden reason..."

"Hey! The head of the deceased clan is quite a ruthless person! If he succeeds in breaking through the foundation building, the Luo family might be able to continue to do so."

Junior Brother Wei shook his head: "There is no hope for the Luo family. This person stepped on the bones of the Luo family to ascend to the throne. Even if he breaks through the foundation, he will sweep away the treasures and find another place."

The two of them said nothing.

In this moment, three members of the Luo family had died tragically.

Seeing Luofenggu and the Qi family monks entering the room, Senior Brother Qian's eyes flashed with eagerness.

"Senior brother, I see that this formation is on the verge of retreating..."

"Wait a moment." The monk surnamed Wei looked solemn: "I don't feel very good today. I always feel that something big is about to happen..."

Seeing this, Senior Brother Qian turned to look at the way he came: "Why are these guys so slow? Is it possible that one or two of them have weak legs?"

"Calculating the time, it's time to come."

As soon as he finished speaking, a transmission note shot out.

Senior Brother Wei took it in the palm of his hand and frowned slightly: "How come there is a transmission talisman coming from the direction of the mansion..."

He concentrated on sensing, and the next moment, his expression changed drastically.

"Senior brother, help me, Demon Leader Wu is here and has killed more than thirty fellow disciples!"

The monk surnamed Wei couldn't believe it. He shook his head subconsciously and listened attentively again.

"Senior brother, help me, Demon Leader Wu is here and has killed more than thirty fellow disciples!"

"Tell me again, how many have been killed?!"

He opened his mouth to ask.

The monk surnamed Qian had a puzzled look on his face. He had never seen Junior Brother Wei lose his bearings like this before.

He raised his eyebrows: "Whose thieves robbed us on the way? And killed our people?!"

"Junior Brother Wei? Junior Brother Wei?"

The other party handed over the transmission talisman. The monk surnamed Qian took it and was about to investigate, but saw that the other party had subconsciously rubbed the talisman and opened a big hole.

It's no small matter! !

"What happened?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Junior Brother Wei leave through the air and just said a few words.

"Wu Meng came to the door and killed more than thirty fellow disciples..."

The monk surnamed Qian was startled, and his voice suddenly rose: "How many have been killed?!"

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After drinking some tea, the two of them were hovering in the air in the courtyard, one behind the other.

Although he left in a hurry, there was no consultation.

But the two of them summoned their own protective objects in unison.

Monk surnamed Wei has three dove egg-sized pearls floating around his body. They are radiant on the outside but are nurtured and changed by strands of light inside.

The monk named Qian is much more exaggerated.

With the flying sword close to his body and the golden bell hanging on his forehead, he also cast a golden armor technique on himself, and put two spiritual talismans in the left and right sleeves of the robe.

Looking at the stable and calm formation, the two looked at each other.

"Where are the people? It can't be a false alarm, right? I thought it was those gangsters from Yunyao Sect who came here!"

The monk surnamed Wei looked around and found nothing unusual, and his expression became slightly brighter.

"You'll know once you go in and ask."

He cast a spell to activate the formation, and before he could move, a rich aroma of burnt aroma hit his nostrils.

At a glance, the ground was scorched black, and pieces of black coal-like stuff were scattered randomly, and you couldn't even look at them.

The monk surnamed Wei immediately took a breath of air and his eyesight turned black.

(End of this chapter)