Mushroom Man

"Click——!!!"

A piercing cracking sound suddenly rang out.

The Vajra Shield, activated by the combined efforts of five eminent Buddhist monks, trembled violently at this moment.

The golden walls were instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, a shocking sight.

Fortunately, this Vajra Shield was cast by five Mushroom Immortals who infused it with their immortal energy, making it no ordinary killing move.

Although the cracks looked frightening, they never broke.

The magma was firmly blocked outside the diamond shield, not even a fraction could seep in.

However, the terrifyingly high temperature of the magma was unhindered, pouring into the Vajra Shield like an invisible flame.

Within moments, the temperature inside the enclosure soared to an alarming level, the air itself becoming distorted and sweltering, like a tightly sealed steamer.

“It’s hot… so hot!”

Bai Lai was so hot that his vision blurred, the sweat on his forehead evaporated as soon as it appeared, and his mind was so foggy that he almost lost consciousness.

He could no longer care about anything else, and cried out for help in a hoarse voice. In his desperation, he even admitted defeat: "Master, please save me, Master!"

The master he spoke of was the sword monk who had captured him earlier.

Even when Bai Lai was forced to become a monk, he never called the sword monk "master".

However, now facing a life-or-death crisis, Bai Lai no longer dared to act recklessly. He decisively bowed his head to the sword monk and personally acknowledged his identity as a junior Buddhist monk.

At this moment, sweat was also dripping from the sword monk's forehead.

However, as a mere mushroom immortal, this scene was not enough to make him panic.

The sword monk remained calm and softly uttered, "Slash!"

The next moment, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared.

This sword light could cut through anything, even severing the temperature inside the Vajra Shield.

As the temperature dropped, everyone's expressions relaxed, they felt alive again, and no longer felt the scorching heat.

The sword monk was clearly the most powerful among the five Buddhist monks.

With a single move, he instantly averted the crisis.

On the other hand, the Unlucky Taoist was not so lucky.

As the culprit behind all this, he too was plagued by bad luck.

After a large amount of lava shot into the sky, it exploded into a sky full of stars.

Clumps of lava slammed directly into the moldy Taoist.

Seeing this, the Taoist priest dared not stand still.

He searched for four magical mushrooms in the blessed land: the Mushroom of Bad Luck, the Mushroom of Exercise, the Mushroom of Good Fortune, and the Mushroom of Good Luck.

Compared to ordinary newly promoted mushroom immortals, the mushrooms in the hands of the Mushroom Master are definitely abundant.

These magical mushrooms were obtained by him through sheer good fortune and chance, before he even possessed the Mushroom of Misfortune.

However, these few fairy mushrooms are all difficult to use, and they are hard to work together.

The Unlucky Taoist had no choice but to break it down and use it piecemeal. With the Sports Immortal Mushroom as the core, and various Luck-type Mortal Mushrooms, as well as various Movement-type Mortal Mushrooms and Sound-type Mortal Mushrooms as branches, he combined them into a deadly move...

The Movement March!
"Clang~ Clang clang clang!"

A slightly rousing melody suddenly rang out from nowhere.

Rotational motion!

The moldy Taoist spun wildly like a top, always managing to dodge the falling lava precisely and accurately.

If someone were skilled in fortune-telling, they would see the dark cloud of fortune above the Taoist's head, which seemed to come alive and constantly changed shape.

Jumping exercises!

With a leap, the black cloud of fortune descended to his feet, causing him to rise into the air. This not only allowed him to dodge the lava but also created distance, enabling him to escape.

"Hahaha, that's all there is to it. I'm off!"

Seeing how easily he had escaped danger, the Taoist priest was overjoyed. He truly hadn't expected to shake off the influence of bad luck so easily.

The Taoist priest glanced back at the five Buddhist monks who were still hiding inside the Vajra Shield, enduring the impact of the magma, and immediately laughed.

Without a second thought, he attempted to ride the clouds and use the flow of fortune to help him leave.

However, as it turns out, bad luck isn't so easy to get rid of.

Just as the Unlucky Taoist stepped onto the dark cloud of fortune and darted out a few steps, the dark cloud beneath his feet suddenly collapsed.

Caught off guard, he fell from the sky in an instant.

And coincidentally, right below is the crater of the volcano on Yanyun Island.

If he were to fall like that, even if he were a mushroom fairy, he would probably perish here.

"Hiss... Stretching exercises!"

The man in the moldy village panicked for a moment, but luckily the exercise march hadn't ended yet, so he quickly stretched his body.

Under the influence of the marching music, his body stretched out like a piece of paper, and his falling speed decreased sharply.

But before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, another loud bang suddenly came from below!
"Boom!!!"

The Taoist priest's expression changed drastically, and he quickly looked down.

The island of smoke and clouds, which had just erupted, was now releasing magma that had been accumulating for many years once again.

And this time, it will be even more ferocious than before!

Several pillars of magma shot into the sky, like sharp swords, pointing directly at the Taoist priest.

"My life is over!"

Upon seeing this, the Taoist priest was so frightened that he lost his composure and his soul seemed to flee.

The backlash from this unlucky mushroom was truly beyond his expectations.

Although it was extremely dangerous in the past, it never threatened my life.

But this time, the Mushroom of Misfortune was clearly aimed at killing him!
The Misfortune Fairy Mushroom of the Misfortune Master mainly serves to bring bad luck.

The more people affected by this bad luck, the greater the backlash he will suffer.

The Unlucky Taoist had just been forced to activate the Unlucky Mushroom because of the Golden Cicada Monk.

Perhaps the situation was too dangerous, causing him to completely fail to notice the Misty Cloud Island below.

Once activated, the Misfortune Fairy Mushroom caused misfortune to spread to tens of thousands of creatures on Smoke Cloud Island.

With so many living beings plus the five Buddhist mushroom immortals, the combined backlash was naturally terrifying to the extreme.

Under these circumstances, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the Taoist priest is bound to die here.

However, perhaps it was because the Taoist priest was not destined to die, or perhaps it was because there was a successor of the formless Hua Youque in his blessed land.

Therefore, at this critical juncture where they were bound by life and death, their fates were intertwined, diluting the dark cloud of bad luck associated with the Taoist priest.

A glimmer of hope quietly appeared...

"Everyone! That Taoist priest is carrying the successor of the Formless One; we absolutely cannot let him die like this!"

"If he dies, the Formless Token on the successor will be completely wasted!"

The white-browed monk noticed the situation on the way to the moldy Taoist and hurriedly transmitted his thoughts to him.

"Why didn't you say so sooner!" The Golden Cicada Monk frowned, his tone full of annoyance.

"Even if we try to make a move now, it's too late!"

"It's all that unlucky Taoist's fault. If he had surrendered sooner, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

"He brought this upon himself. If he hadn't recklessly used his luck-based abilities, I would have captured him by now, or at least he wouldn't have lost his life."

"So be it, so be it. If he's dead, he's dead. We'll just find another successor to the Formless lineage later."

The crowd chattered back and forth, seemingly engaged in a heated debate, but in reality, it was nothing more than a brief exchange of ideas.

Only a moment had passed in the entire process… (End of Chapter)