Hybrid Spiritual Plant Cultivation

Chapter 47: Survive...

The fragile mage instantly turns into a muscular man.

That strong masculine energy and blood rushed towards him, as if facing a blazing furnace.

Lin Zu was stunned.

But Chen Jingke had no intention of wasting time talking to him, and took advantage of the gap in the opponent's aftermath after his heavy attack.

He stepped forward, clenched his fist and smashed it.

The fist was aimed at his forehead, and the strong wind tore through the air, causing Lin Zu's hairband to break open, and his long hair to tear his scalp backwards.

It seemed that the punch was about to hit his head.

Three sword lights came flying from a distance, pointing at vital points. Chen Jing realized that something was wrong, so he had to quickly retract his punch and slapped him away.

The "pop" sound was very loud and insulting, but not enough to cause any damage.

The soldier took advantage of the situation and rolled over, blocking the attack with his spear and managed to save his life.

Chen Jing turned around and faced the three flying swords, but he did not dare to be careless. His strong body shrank in an instant, and he shook on the spot, exploding into a ball of white mist, covering himself and Lin Zu.

Cloud and Smoke Illusion Technique, smoke bomb mode!
The flying sword lost its target and flew back.

Jing Lian frowned and said, "The eight people who died at the hands of Chen Jing before only had traces of flying swords on their bodies. I thought Chen Jing was just an extremely powerful flying sword, but I never thought that his flying sword was ordinary, but his magic was actually mysterious and unpredictable.

And what kind of magic was that energy and blood just now? How could it create such a physique?"

"Jing Lian, our spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate the white fog, and it is difficult for us to provide flying sword support. Should we go in and join the battle?"

The monk from the Wang family beside him asked.

"No need. I saw it clearly. When the white mist dispersed, Chen Jing's blood and body fell back. It must be difficult for him to cast spells when he is in a martial arts body. Lin Zu was prepared, so he should be able to be taken down."

Jing Lian said.

"Brother Jing is absolutely right... Eh? Not good!"

A group of three people were watching from a distance.

Suddenly, a stream of extremely fiery red light appeared at the edge of the white fog.

The stream of light transformed into a giant bird burning with flames, flapping its wings and flying towards the three people.

Wherever the Firebird flies by, the grass and trees all burn, and the earth cracks!

Jing Lian's eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh no! That's the third-level flying sword of the old man of the Yang family..."

A blood-red word "danger" seemed to appear in my heart.

boom! !

The firebird came flying at high speed, bringing with it a great threat. Jing Lian's heart was pounding. He took out a bunch of talismans from his storage bag and activated them all. His body gradually became transparent and slowly merged into the ground.

He wanted to withdraw and avoid the attack.

but.

The giant flaming bird, which came with great force, destroyed the talismans thrown by the three people with ease, and landed at their feet in an unstoppable manner.

The three people from Jinglian shouted in fear, but were immediately drowned out by a louder explosion.

The huge flames blew the entire ground into powder, and the magma-like flames shot up into the sky, forming a column of fire that was larger than a basketball court, merging with the sunset on the horizon.

The mortals in the eastern part of the city raised their heads one after another, their pupils reflecting the fire in the distance that connected the sky and the earth, and they were filled with fear and anxiety.

And in the white fog.

Lin Zu was fighting fiercely with Chen Jing.

The martial arts practitioner who had managed to stabilize his position displayed extremely powerful fighting ability at this time. He blew up one phantom turtle after another and bit Chen Jing tightly, and his offensive was endless.

Chen Jing was completely at a disadvantage in the fog. He rolled and crawled, creating countless illusions, but they were always quickly seen through by Lin Zu. In just a short moment, he was surrounded by danger.

"You can't escape!!!"

Lin Zu acted like a madman, his spears were as swift as rain, he was determined to kill Chen Jing with a series of moves.

suddenly.

A terrifying spiritual power wave exploded not far away, and the screams of Jing Lian and others seemed to be faintly heard.

Chen Jing, who had been fleeing, suddenly stopped. The embarrassment on his face disappeared and was replaced by a playful smile.

"Guess what happened outside?"

"You have reinforcements!"

Lin Zu was suddenly startled, and his eyes became clearer. "It's not reinforcements. Why not take a closer look? Am I really my real self?"

In Lin Zu's increasingly disbelieving eyes, the "Chen Jing" who had been fighting with him for a while gradually became illusory, and after saying this, he completely disappeared.

He poked it with his gun, but it landed in the air, without any feeling...

"Impossible! How could I have been fighting your illusion? Impossible!"

The Lin Zu's hand holding the spear trembled slightly, and he suddenly turned around to look.

The white mist slowly pulled away, and Chen Jing appeared at the same place where he appeared for the second time. He had been sitting on the phantom turtle without moving.

In an instant, he understood everything.

Chen Jing's apparent whereabouts had always been maintained by illusions, used to fish;

When he broke the opponent's first illusion, the second one to appear was his true form, but he did not attack because he suspected it was still an illusion;
The other party also took advantage of this psychology of his, and took the initiative to "fade" his true identity, creating an illusion that "you have seen through me again", and then released the third illusion...

"How is it possible that there is such an illusion? Mirror image, illusion, it's impossible!"

Lin Zu's confidence suddenly began to crack.

It was not unacceptable that the information did not match, after all, anyone could be hiding something, but the opponent he had been fighting for for so long was still an illusion, which undoubtedly made him realize that he had been played around by others from beginning to end and was completely defeated.

"If I were really easy to deal with, why would I wait for a master like you to come to me?"

Chen Jing was still undermining the other party's confidence.

As for why illusions can really work.

Originally, he was unable to do so. However, after he became spiritually enlightened, he acquired three innate abilities.

They correspond to essence, energy and spirit respectively.

The essence, called the true body of martial arts, can transform spiritual power into physical strength.

Qi, named Hai Na Bai Chuan, has the function of making his spiritual power several times greater than that of people at the same level, making him a durable man.

God, called the incarnation of divine consciousness, is responsible for condensing a short-lived incarnation with half of his own strength.

That’s why the third “illusion” was so convincing that it fooled everyone.

Chen Jing's original body had been standing there watching the fight between his spiritual incarnation and Lin Zu, and then guarding against a possible second ambush. Sure enough, Jing Lian and others arrived.

I wanted to wait a little longer.

But Lin Zu was indeed very strong. If they waited any longer, the incarnation of his spiritual consciousness would not be able to hold on, so he could only wipe out Jing Lian and the other two.

That attack was made using the new gift from his father, the Red Glass Sword.

The third-level flying sword comes with its own spells, which are spells of the Xuanyin period.

A full-strength attack is simply not something that an ordinary Tongqiao stage cultivator can withstand. If the opponent is prepared, he may be able to run away, but if Chen Jing hides nearby and attacks by surprise, there will be no doubt that he will be defeated.

The deceased will be cremated and buried on the spot, providing a one-stop funeral service that is considerate and thoughtful.

"Come on, I'll only strike you with one sword. If you can block it, I'll let you go."

Chen Jing summoned the Chili Sword, and activated the third-level flying sword to its full strength. The spiritual power transformed into a huge red-flame firebird, which circled and danced vividly, with a terrifying pressure hanging above his head.

Gulu.

Lin Zu's hand was shaking as he held the gun. He finally realized at this moment that the Lin family's inheritance of several generations would be cut off in his hands.

He turned his head slightly and looked in one direction.

There, his son was still practicing hard, waiting for him to return.

Family business?

Lin Zu closed his eyes in pain.

Only then did he realize that being able to survive with his son and to stay alive in the chaos was a blessing from heaven.

Why, why should I be greedy, and have to think about the things that I have already lost instead of cherishing what I have now.

The son has already lost his home, and is about to lose his last father...

When Lin Zu thought of this, emotions such as pain, self-blame, and regret surged in his heart, but they suppressed his shattered self-confidence and suppressed fear.

He took a deep breath, and his trembling hands calmed down. He slowly raised the spear, and his energy and spirit condensed into one in an instant, climbing to the peak again.

This shot is just to get home alive.

"please."

(End of this chapter)