Mushroom Man

Chapter 137 The Abbot is Dead, Wuxiang Escapes (5k Subscription Request)

"I was trapped for so long that I didn't even know how long I had been trapped."

"I only knew that my lifespan was nearing its end and I was about to be trapped and die in the Demon Suppression Tower when the Formless Celestial Venerable appeared..."

He spoke eloquently about the "Formless Will," his face showing a hint of reminiscence.

However, he stopped there and did not continue.

What happened next was clearly the main event.

Such as how he became the Evil Beast, how he has survived to this day, where the Formless Inheritance came from, etc...

However, the 'Will of No Form' seemed unwilling to tell all of this to a dead man.

Abbot Shanren was stunned when he heard that the nine-story bronze tower was actually the Demon-Suppressing Tower of the Heavenly Venerable Pudu.

"No wonder……"

"No wonder when I found this place, there was a statue of the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Salvation in that dilapidated temple."

"At the time, I was puzzled as to how the Wuxiang lineage could be related to the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Salvation."

"It turns out that this place was never some formless inheritance from beginning to end, but rather a place where a high-ranking Buddhist monk once imprisoned a demon."

Abbot Shanren's expression changed repeatedly until he finally realized what was going on.

At this very moment, the 'Will of No Form' was still speaking to itself.

He looked around at the dark and oppressive environment and couldn't help but sigh.

"In short, my hard times are finally over."

"If I want to escape from here, it is definitely not possible with this body of a sixth-rank Evil Beast that has already become part of the Demon Suppression Tower."

"so……"

At this point, the gaze of the 'Formless Will' fell upon Abbot Shanren.

"I beg the abbot to reluctantly part with his physical body and help me escape this predicament."

Seize the house!

Clearly, the 'Formless Will' shares the same ideas as Abbot Shanren.

He had barely finished speaking when he said this.

"Humph……"

"Trying to possess this old monk? You're delusional!"

"While you were dawdling, I was waiting for my inner energy to recover. What were you waiting for?"

Abbot Shanren sneered, and a powerful aura suddenly rippled out!
At this moment, his true energy had been restored to full strength!
Just moments ago, the 'Will of No Form' was speaking eloquently, trying to make him understand why he was dying...

Abbot Shanren had already begun secretly using the silver water to restore his true energy.

Now his true energy has been restored to its original state, and his strength has instantly returned to its peak.

If hundreds more mushroom masters, or even martial artists, were to arrive at this moment, and all three clan patriarchs were to come back to life, he could still go on a killing spree and fight for three hundred rounds.

This is a level 5 mushroom master!
The reason why Abbot Shanren was defeated and forced into a desperate situation by Wu Liang and others was entirely because his true energy was exhausted and he could not use the high-transformation mushrooms.

If given enough true energy, he could easily handle not only hundreds of mushroom masters, but also thousands.

Now, the one who wants to seize his 'Formless Will' is a sixth-level Evil Beast, whose strength far surpasses his.

However, he was trapped in the Demon Suppression Tower, lost all his mushrooms, and his cultivation was sealed. He still had 9,999 Demon Suppression Iron Chain Mushrooms on his body.

In this situation, it remains to be seen how much strength they have left.

Moreover, if he still possessed the strength of the Mushroom Immortal, he wouldn't have hesitated for long; he would have already possessed him.

Therefore, Abbot Shanren was confident that he could overcome the current crisis with his own strength.

It's even possible that he could defeat an immortal with his mortal power today!
Let this old monster, who has lived for countless years, know what it means to be unworthy of the fifth level of cultivation!

"I don't care what you are, whether it's the Will of No Form or a Sixth-Turn Evil Beast."

"Your mistake was talking too much nonsense, giving this old monk a chance to catch his breath."

"Hmph, it's obvious you haven't learned your lesson from this old monk and that brat."

“Even a lion will use all its strength to fight a rabbit.”

"I'll teach you a lesson today!"

Abbot Shanren sneered repeatedly, his arrogance palpable.

The confidence that had been lost earlier resurfaced as his inner energy recovered.

He held his head high, raised his arms, and bent his five fingers.

The familiar pose, the familiar killing move!
That's right!

It is the Light Fist!
Just listen to the sound of "boom"!
In an instant, the light shone brightly and was dazzling.

A bright sun shone directly at the 'Will of No Form' imprisoned by the Demon-Suppressing Iron Chains.

"Oh?"

The 'Formless Will' watched this scene with a half-smile, not even blinking, completely unaffected by the Light Fist.

Just as the Light Fist approached, it suddenly extinguished itself and vanished without a trace.

As the light faded, the once arrogant and confident Abbot Shanren turned into a bloody aura and fled.

This scene is truly astonishing.

Who could have imagined...

One second he was confident and ready to use his mortal power to defeat the immortals, Abbot Shanren.

The next second, he wished he could use all his strength to escape.

"Faster, faster."

"I'll die, I'm definitely going to die."

Abbot Shanren burned his life essence and risked his life to flee for his life.

It turns out that his arrogant demeanor just now was all an act, merely to numb the 'Will of No Form'.

The punch he threw was a feint; his true intention was to escape.

Abbot Shanren is no fool; only a madman would think of using his fifth-level cultivation to deal with a sixth-level E's beast.

"interesting……"

"Want to run?"

"Do you think you can escape now that you're here?"

The 'Formless Will' revealed a playful expression and spoke, showing no regard for the fully-fledged Abbot Shanren.

As he finished speaking, his fingers trembled slightly.

It is unknown what method was used, but Abbot Shanren suddenly fell down and lay on the ground like a dead dog.

"I now have very few tricks up my sleeve, and I no longer possess the abilities that the Mushroom Immortal should have."

"But dealing with guys like you who have passed the test of stealing names is still a piece of cake."

The 'Formless Will' revealed a mocking expression and spoke softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the enormous magpie nest floated over.

"The test of stealing fame..."

Abbot Shanren lay on the ground, gritting his teeth and his eyes wide with rage.

He felt as if his entire body was rebelling, completely out of his control.

Haha, you didn't know that, did you?

"Having been trapped here for so long, I have long since devised a way to refine the magpie's nest."

"Those who usurp the nest will leave their scent in the nest."

"If I wish, I can use the magpie's nest at any time to remove the possession from your bodies and cause your flesh to disintegrate."

The 'Formless Will' revealed a mocking expression and spoke softly.

Upon hearing this, Abbot Shanren felt utterly hopeless.

What a magnificent 'formless will'!
It turns out they'd been plotting against them from the very beginning!

Knowing he was doomed, Abbot Shanren glared fiercely at the 'Will of No Form' and cursed loudly.

"Straight bitch!"

"I'll fuck your mother..."

After he finished speaking, he activated a certain blood fungus within his body without hesitation, intending to turn into blood on the spot.

However, before he could make any move, the 'Formless Will' activated the Magpie's Nest, sucking him in.

At this point, Abbot Shanren was completely out of options and had no chance of survival.

"Well done!"

"The more you insult me, the more excited I become."

"From now on, I will gladly accept your body."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The hearty laughter of 'Formless Will' echoed in the ninth floor, lingering for a long time.

……

the other side.

"Rumble--"

"Brother Wu, something terrible has happened!"

"The gaps that the nun and the others had created earlier have all been blocked by the rosy light."

Yan Wuxin's voice was barely noticeable inside the booming bronze tower.

He struggled to steady himself, the ground beneath his feet cracking and splintering, sending up clouds of dust.

Wu Liang steadied himself against the tower wall, squinting as he looked in the direction Yan Wuxin was pointing.

There was a gap leading outside the tower, clearly created by the previous beam of sunlight.

However, at this moment, it was blocked by streaks of rosy light, completely obstructing the view.

“All the cracks have been sealed up.”

"If we want to escape from here through these gaps, I'm afraid it will be..."

Yan Wuxin's face turned ugly. Before he could finish speaking, a deafening collapse sound came from above.

A huge piece of broken bluestone fell with a crash, creating a deep crater less than three feet away from the two people.

The flying shards grazed Wu Liang's cheek, leaving a bloody mark.

"go!"

"Since this place doesn't work, let's continue down and check the next level."

Without hesitation, Wu Liang made a quick decision and rushed down the winding crack.

The nine-story bronze tower creaked and trembled incessantly, like a dying beast uttering its final lament.

They continued downwards, but almost every gap on each level was completely blocked by the glow of the sunset.

Clearly, someone has sealed off the Bronze Tower, preventing them from leaving.

"Cough cough cough..."

Yan Wuxin coughed incessantly from the dust, his face as pale as paper.

"This tower won't last much longer."

"If we can't find a way out, we're afraid we'll be buried alive in this godforsaken place before we even die at Master Wen's hands!"

Wu Liang did not answer, his face ashen.

As intelligent as he was, he could easily figure out who was behind this.

Throughout the entire Wuxiang lineage, the only person capable of sealing the Bronze Tower at this time is none other than the Wuxiang Will. "It seems that the Wuxiang Will was indeed trying to fool me."

"If he were truly gone, why would he have sealed off the Bronze Tower?"

"He's sealing off the Bronze Tower now, trying to force me into the ninth floor..."

Wu Liang sneered inwardly, instantly guessing the purpose of the Formless Will.

They simply wanted to use this to block his path to survival and put pressure on him.

At that point, he will only have two choices left.

First, honestly enter the ninth level and inherit the so-called formless inheritance.

Secondly, they were trapped here and buried along with the bronze tower.

"Humph……"

Wu Liang thought of this and snorted coldly.

Although he didn't know what was on the ninth floor, he was certain it wasn't some kind of formless inheritance.

Knowing full well that there was a trap involved, he naturally wouldn't comply with the will of the formless and go to the so-called ninth level.

"If I remember correctly..."

"This nine-story bronze tower should have an entrance leading to the outside world."

While dodging the pebbles, Wu Liang pondered to himself.

Previously, Zhao Di had told him that their group had entered the nine-story bronze pagoda inexplicably through the Cimu River.

At that time, the transmission of the formless lineage had not yet been activated.

Based on this, it can be determined that Yan Zhaodi and others did not enter the nine-story bronze tower through the main gate.

This nine-story bronze tower must still have a hidden door that no one knows about.

So where exactly did the Formless Will hide this secret door?

"The first floor..."

"Yan Zhaodi once said that they started from the first floor and began to conquer the nine-story bronze tower."

"If there really is a hidden door, it might be on the first floor."

"If we can find this hidden door, we might be able to escape the nine-story bronze tower."

"I just don't know how badly the first floor has been destroyed, or whether people can still go down there."

Wu Liang's expression shifted, his eyes flickering uncertainly.

However, there is no other way now.

At this point, we have no choice but to try anything, even if it seems hopeless, and go down to take a look.

Thinking of this, Wu Liang did not hesitate to take Yan Wuxin and follow the holes and cracks in each layer downwards.

They passed through the seventh, sixth, and fifth floors in succession.

These three floors collapsed particularly badly and have become ruins.

"Brother Wu, look quickly, it seems that the fourth floor hasn't collapsed yet."

Yan Wuxin was one step ahead, jumping into the fourth floor first and then shouting out loud.

The fourth floor...

River of Oblivion?
Wu Liang raised an eyebrow and followed suit, leaping into the fourth level as well.

Suddenly, a damp river breeze swept over us.

The River of Forgetfulness still flows ceaselessly, its surface rippling with light.

A large amount of light floated on the river surface, indicating that this area was not affected.

There are no shortcuts.

Wu Liang scanned his surroundings and saw that there were no cracks or gaps in the place. His brows immediately furrowed into a knot.

"There are no cracks here. If we want to continue, we have to cross the river again."

Upon hearing this, Yan Wuxin stared at the rushing river, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"That canoe sank a long time ago, and there are only two of us..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

The waters of the River of Oblivion are so potent they are numbing and soul-stirring; a touch of them brings instant forgetfulness.

Previously, Yan Wuxin and Wu Liang were able to cross the river thanks to a dugout canoe and the forceful activation of the mushrooms by Chief Yan.

But now, whether it's the canoe or Chief Yan and the others, they're all in pieces.

In this situation, if they want to cross the river, they will inevitably get their memories washed up in the waters of the River of Oblivion.

Wu Liang narrowed his eyes, fully aware of the situation.

Although he can use the "Seeing Hand" mushroom to freely manipulate fungi in the River of Oblivion, with the amount of fungi on his body, he probably wouldn't be able to cross the river even if he wanted to.

"This is going to be difficult..."

Just then, as Wu Liang finished speaking, a sound came from behind.

"Isn't it easy?"

"If it's too difficult, then don't do it!"

"I will kill you all here now, so that you will not cause me any more trouble."

Master Wen's icy, chilling voice drifted closer.

Caught up so quickly?

Wu Liang and Yan Wuxin's expressions changed slightly, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

They quickly looked in the direction of the sound and saw Master Wen riding a paper crane, rushing towards them.

When Abbess Wen saw Wu Liang, a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.

Without a second thought, she opened her mouth and unleashed a torrent of tongue-sharp words.

"Whoosh!"

A piercing whistling sound followed.

The moment Wu Liang saw Master Wen, he was already prepared.

He rolled to the side in advance, dodging the oncoming barrage of words.

However, his dodge inadvertently revealed Yan Wuxin behind him.

Yan Wuxin was caught off guard and unfortunately suffered the consequences.

Just listen to "puff"!
Yan Wuxin's wrist was pierced by the tongue sword, leaving only a little skin connecting his palm and arm.

"hiss……"

"Master, nun, let's talk this out, please don't resort to violence."

"I have never done anything immoral or immoral, and it is really not worth the nun being so angry."

Despite the excruciating pain, Yan Wuxin hurriedly activated the healing fungi to stop the bleeding and help the bones heal.

He looked at the aggressive nun Wen and tried to reason with her and appeal to her emotions to persuade her to stop.

“Master, the nine-story bronze pagoda is about to collapse.”

"Our most urgent task is to find a way out and leave this place as soon as possible."

“If we continue to fight to the death here, and the nine-story bronze tower collapses in the end, we will all die here.”

“If I die, I will die, but you, Master, are now the hope of Zhaodi Town, the only fourth-level mushroom master.”

"If you die, no one will be able to keep Zhaodi Town in check!"

He was eloquent and had no sense of propriety; his words were surprisingly sincere.

However, when Master Wen sensed the slightly burning sensation of Yanxinggu in her dantian, she immediately snorted coldly.

"You haven't done anything heinous?"

"In my opinion, perhaps not."

Yan Wuxin's expression froze.

If we're talking about heinous crimes, it seems he really did commit some, such as killing his own father.

"Don't think I don't know..."

"You and that little devil are both evil scoundrels, you both deserve to die!"

"Instead of worrying about whether I can get out, you should worry about yourselves."

"It won't take me long to kill you all. After you're dead, I'll be able to forcefully break through the bronze tower and leave this place."

Master Wen was unwilling to waste words with the two of them.

After she finished speaking, she silently unleashed her killing move... a verbal battle!
In an instant, the words that Master Wen had just spoken transformed into sharp swords and spears, raining down from the sky like a torrential downpour.

This time, there's nowhere to hide or avoid.

"Iron fists strike tigers like the wind, swords flash like lightning pierce the sky."

"In this life-or-death struggle, there is no turning back; only victory will reveal the heroes."

Yan Wuxin's face turned pale, but he forced himself to speak loudly.

Clusters of talent emerged, transforming into iron fists and sword beams, attempting to block the barrage of words falling from the sky.

However, the result is obvious...

Yan Wuxin's move might be acceptable against ordinary level 3 mushroom masters.

However, Master Wen was also a Taoist mushroom master, and she even used a fourth-level killing move.

In this situation, how can someone who lacks integrity withstand a barrage of words?

"Whoosh whoosh!"

A series of whooshing sounds rang out.

Yan Wuxin's iron fist and sword light were as fragile as paper, instantly shattered into talent.

At the critical moment, Yan Wuxin had no choice but to grit his teeth and throw out a golden mushroom shaped like a book.

This mushroom is called Golden House, and it has reached level 3. It is a one-time consumption mushroom.

As the saying goes, "There is a golden house in books."

Once this mushroom is activated, it can be used to hide a beauty inside a golden house.

This was one of Yan Wuxin's few means of survival, and now, after only one exchange, it had been wasted here.

The pages of the books were turned, revealing a golden house inside.

The next moment, Yan Wuxin flashed and disappeared into the book, hiding in the golden house.

No matter how fierce the barrage of words, it couldn't harm a single character in the book.

On the other hand, Wu Liang was not so lucky.

He had no means of saving his life to break his promise, and in this situation, he didn't even have a chance to resist.

In an instant, a barrage of sharp words pierced through Wu Liang.

Whether it was his head, his internal organs, or his limbs, everything was pierced on the spot.

With such severe injuries, no one could survive.

There was only one outcome left for Wu Liang, and that was... death!

P.S.: From now on, I will combine chapters and update twice a day, with the word count remaining the same at 10,000 words.

Previously it was 3000+3000+4000, a total of three chapters.

It's currently 5000+5000, a total of two chapters.

(End of this chapter)