Martial Arts: Starting with Upgrading the Dilapidated Temple

Chapter 156

Deep within the myriad poisonous forests and seas.

Xu Hao's "Surging Waves Step" can no longer reach full speed.

The wound on his back, torn open by Steward Li's qi, was still bleeding, and the dark golden blood dripped onto the decaying leaves, hissing and emitting white smoke.

The Level 3 Blessed Land Authority was desperately trying to heal his injuries, but Chief Steward Li's "Heart-Shattering Silk" was like a living snake, biting tightly at his heart meridian, tightening with every step he took.

Blood circulation has been reduced to 60%.

If it falls any further, the internal circulation of the Dirty Forging Realm will collapse.

Three hundred paces behind, a series of heavy footsteps steadily followed.

Not fast, not slow.

Steward Li entered the Ten Thousand Poisons Forest.

"hiss"

A yellowish-green miasma rushed up, tentatively brushing against the edge of Steward Li's python robe.

The protective aura of a mid-stage Divine Transformation Realm cultivator is like an invisible iron wall; any miasma that touches it is repelled, not even an inch can penetrate it.

go with.

But the ground beneath your feet is tripping you up.

With each step, the soil would sink slightly, as if stepping on a soft, swampy ground.

The roots beneath the decaying leaves quietly entangled the soles of his boots, only to be shattered by the force of the attack and then sprout new ones to entangle him.

Lin Hai's rejection was stronger than he had expected.

It wasn't miasma, nor strange beasts; it was the earth itself that was rejecting him.

Manager Li walked forward expressionlessly.

With each step he took, the protective aura around him expanded outward by an inch, crushing the ground beneath his feet until not a blade of grass grew.

"A little trick."

He raised his hand and swept the duster forward.

A white aura, like a sharp blade, sliced ​​through the thick fog, carving out a passage thirty feet long.

Poison ivy, shrubs, and rotten wood on both sides of the passage were neatly broken off, their cross-sections as smooth as mirrors.

In the miasma at the end of the passage, a string of dark golden blood spots was clearly visible.

Follow the trail of blood.

The hunting method of using a hunting dog to chase a rabbit.

"Run," Steward Li said with a cold smile. "The more you run, the deeper the Heart-Shattering Silk will bite. When your qi and blood drop below 30%, you won't even be able to hold a knife."

Xu Hao was indeed losing his grip.

It wasn't that my hands were weak; it was that the Abyss was falling.

The dark gold patterns on the blade became sluggish, like blood not flowing smoothly in a vein.

The resonance between the Abyss and him was weakening—this blade was driven by the host's vital energy, and when the vital energy dropped, the blade also withered.

He stumbled and staggered through a forest of withered giant trees.

The scroll depicting the blessed land in his mind flashed wildly, constantly guiding him in the right direction.

Due south, slightly west, two hundred feet underground.

Ancient soldiers' tomb.

The LV3 deep ley line exploration permission has been fully enabled.

A line of small golden characters appeared on the scroll.

[The entrance to the Ancient Military Tomb has been unlocked. Location: Four miles due south-west, at the bottom of the Abyss Rift.]

Four miles.

Xu Hao gritted his teeth, sheathed the Devourer, freed his hands to pry open the vines in front of him, and ran forward as fast as he could.

The footsteps behind me grew closer.

Steward Li's walking speed remained unchanged, but he increased the twisting force of the "Heart-Destroying Silk".

Xu Hao felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart, and each heartbeat brought a dull pain.

The Dark Gold Heart pumped blood desperately, pushing the Heart-Destroying Silk outwards, but for every three points it pushed out, two points were pulled back.

Saw.

They were locked in a tug-of-war with the methods of the Divine Transformation Realm.

Sanli.

The ground began to tilt.

There are fewer decaying leaves underfoot and more exposed rocks.

A rusty, metallic smell filled the air.

Two miles.

A crack appeared.

A fissure, about ten feet wide and bottomless, stretches from the surface of the Myriad Poison Forest all the way to the depths of the earth.

The rock walls on both sides of the fissure are densely embedded with a dark purple mineral that emits a faint glow.

The entrance marker on the scroll of blessed land is located at the bottom of the rift.

Xu Hao walked to the edge of the crevice and looked down.

black.

Utterly black.

There was no light, no airflow, and not even miasma could seep in; it was like a giant mouth.

"Once you go down, you can't come back up," Xu Hao muttered to himself.

The sound of a whisk cutting through the air came from behind.

Nearly.

One hundred steps.

There was no time to hesitate.

Xu Hao leaped into the crevice.

In the instant of his fall, he used his last strength to activate the power of the blessed land.

"seal up!"

The rock walls on both sides of the fissure suddenly closed inward.

The earth's ley line power condensed into a dark golden barrier at the entrance of the fissure, isolating everything above it.

When Steward Li arrived at the edge of the crack, all he saw was a dark gold wall.

He reached out and touched the barrier with his fingertips.

The barrier vibrated slightly, but did not shatter.

Steward Li frowned.

It is not formed from condensed qi.

The essence of this barrier is a natural barrier formed by the condensation of the earth's veins.

It is integrated with the entire Ten Thousand Poison Forest's ley lines.

To break through this barrier is to fight against the earth's veins in the entire Ten Thousand Poisons Forest.

Even someone at the mid-stage of the Divine Transformation Realm couldn't do it in a short time.

"Heh." Steward Li withdrew his fingers, and the silver whisk was draped back over his arm.

He looked down at the dark gold barrier, his face showing no anger, only a scrutinizing gaze that was almost playful.

"Control the ley lines?" He muttered a few words, as if confirming something.

Then he turned around and strode towards the exit of the Ten Thousand Poisons Forest.

I'm not going to pursue it anymore.

It's not that I can't win her over, it's that there's no need to.

The Heart-Destroying Silk is still inside this kid's body.

As long as he lives, this thread will never break.

When he crawled out of the ground, the silk was still there.

Moreover, Steward Li looked up and glanced at the gloomy sky above the Myriad Poison Forest.

He had more important matters to attend to in Yongzhou.

"Run into the grave," Steward Li sneered, his voice dissipating into the miasma. "Then you can lie in there a little longer."

Inside the fissure.

Xu Hao is in free fall.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the surrounding rock walls receded rapidly.

The dark purple ore cast streaks of light in the darkness.

After falling about fifty feet, the rift suddenly narrowed.

Xu Hao reacted extremely quickly, bracing his feet against the rock walls on both sides to slow down using friction.

The soles of the boots scraped against the rocks, producing a screeching sound and a string of sparks.

The speed has decreased.

But the impact was still significant.

It fell another thirty feet.

The crevice narrowed again, becoming so narrow that only one person could pass sideways.

Xu Hao's body was stuck between the two rock walls and finally came to a stop.

He was panting heavily.

A surge of nausea rose in his chest, and he vomited another mouthful of dark golden blood.

The "heart-wrenching threads" tightened even more around the heart.

Perhaps because they were far away from Steward Li, the tension of the silk thread actually increased.

But there is one advantage.

Feedback from the Blessed Land Scroll indicates that Steward Li has left the area above the rift.

A dark gold barrier firmly sealed above his head, severing all sensory connections between him and the person above.

The "location" function of the Heart-Destroying Silk was severed by the barrier.

Steward Li cannot currently perceive his exact location.

The silk is still there, the twisting force is still there, but the dog can no longer smell his scent.

How much deeper is it?

Xu Hao braced his shoulder against the rock wall and looked down at his feet.

The crack widened again below, becoming a funnel-shaped cavity.

There was a faint light at the bottom of the cavity.

It's not the light from the ore.

It is the light of weapons.

The sight below made his pupils shrink.

weapons.

An endless array of weapons.

It's not the kind of clarity where you can count them one by one.

It is a kind of quantitative deterrent, with layers of light as dense as the Milky Way, each one a sleeping weapon.

The top layer is about 180 feet below the surface, and the deepest part is beyond the limits of the painting's perception; it is unknown how much more is buried there.

Each weapon carried a murderous aura.

It wasn't the scattered malevolent energy emanating from ordinary beasts or the dead; it was a murderous aura with a clear origin, soaked in the battlefield, like cloth stained with blood and repeatedly dried, the color penetrating deep into the fibers.

Ancient battlefield.

From ancient times.

Xu Hao's gaze darkened.

The poison of the Myriad Poisons Forest is not just miasma.

It's a killing trait ingrained in one's very bones.

Here, the ancient military tomb is located, and the main vein of the earth two hundred feet below is forever permeated by this aura, seeping upwards, into the soil, into the trees, into the insects and birds, into the flesh and blood of strange beasts, and finally becoming a certain rule unique to the Myriad Poison Forest.

He incorporated this forest into his blessed land, which meant he gained more than just a piece of land.

He took over the entire history of this land.