Chapter 60 War

When Shi Lei saw that Kang Sheng was entangled with the soul, he did not forget to attack himself. He hummed coldly in his nose, gently stretched out his hand, grabbed the bronze ball in his hand, and pinched it hard. The electric light on the surface immediately broke, which made Kang Sheng stunned!

This is a medium-grade spiritual weapon... The other party will destroy it as soon as he grabs it. How can this be? Is there such a strong monk in the later stage of Qi practice?

Shi Lei looked at Kang Sheng with a cold face, and then a teleportation disappeared directly at the exit.

As early as Shi Lei came in, the four monks in the stone room had already seen the cultivation of the other party, and also saw Kang Sheng's action. They had long hated this monk who attracted the soul, and they couldn't wait for him to die quickly. Once he saw that the other party easily destroyed Kang Sheng's spiritual weapon, he dared not do it and watched him disappear in front of him.

"Ouch!"

In this stunned moment, a monk was grabbed by the soul's black claws. In the tragic voice, five long wounds appeared on his chest, and blood gushed out in an instant, and then a black gas quickly enveloped his whole body. The soul screamed excitedly and sucked fiercely in his nose. The monk immediately withered down, and countless black gas came out of his body and floated into the nostrils of the soul. In the end, the monk turned into a skin and bone dry corpse, and the blood spirit all over his body was actually absorbed by this soul.

All this happened very quickly. In less than three breaths, when the mummified body was thrown to the ground, the three people recovered and flew to the same exit. Kang Sheng was the first to rush out of the stone room. His eyes flashed sharply. He patted the storage bag and took out a black round bead and threw it back.

The other two monks only ran for their lives, but did not guard against Kang Sheng in front of them. When they felt a breath of destruction coming, it was too late.

"Boom..."

The huge white light suddenly rose in the dark fork, and a powerful spiritual shock wave raged. The originally hard stone wall, like a knife cutting tofu, broke and fell down one after another.

After the loud noise, the fork was completely collapsed. Countless rubble blocked Kang Sheng behind him. The corners of his mouth sneered and rushed out without looking back. At the same time, the screams of the two monks came through the gravel, which made people's scalps numb.

At this time, Shi Lei has stepped on the flying sword and flew to another cave. He believes that there is no more soul here than just now. It is very likely that there will be more, and he must collect the treasures and leave as soon as possible. It's just that the energy fluctuation of any treasure has not been felt in the stone room. Has the fairy treasure in the fairy and demon ruins become waste? If not, why don't the major people in Zuzhou come in to get the treasure by themselves, but take Shengxian Valley as a trial place for entry?

He suddenly realized that there were no fairy treasures here at all, but only a lot of waste left by ancient immortals and demons. The major door-to-door arrangements for candidates to come here to try. It is clear that they want many candidates to kill each other in this cruel environment, and the last survivor must be intelligent and strong. Such a talent to become a door-to-door disciple has nothing to do with treasures.

He can think of it, and there must be others who can think of it, but the ** of this door-to-door disciple is too big. In addition to getting a large number of spiritual jade elixirs every month, there is also a cave with strong spiritual eyes, which is simply an unattainable luxury in the eyes of ordinary monks. Therefore, even if they kill each other, these monks will be willing to participate.

Thinking of all this, Shi Lei took a breath. In this case, he had to find the treasure and leave earlier. After a long time, these monks who have not found the treasure will definitely rob other monks, and then there will be a melee. This is not a fight between a few people. There are thousands of monks in this pit. If you start, it's hard to say whether you can go out alive or not.

When Shi Lei was about to approach another cave, the familiar strange roar came from it, and at the same time, several screams came. His heart sank and he immediately flew down with a take-off sword.

Before long, more and more strange roars and screams came from the caves. Countless monks fled from the cave in panic. Even those high-level monks had a gloomy face and fled quickly on the imperial spirit.

Shi Lei's flying sword is just a spiritual weapon. Compared with the spiritual treasures of those foundation monks, the speed is much worse, and many people have surpassed him. One of the monks who flew by him said angrily, "This time, the soul is twice as much as the last time. How can everyone cope with it?" Another monk heard it and replied with hatred, "It's not that there were too many people who died last time. The resentment here over the years can't be evacuated, and there won't be more. Let's save our lives first!"

There are also many people who want to fly out of the sinkhole, but forget the black whirlwind above and are involved. For a moment, the whole sinkhole is in chaos. Every moment, monks make a trembling scream, connecting with the wind in the sinkhole, making people's eardrums buzz.

At this moment, no monk has ever thought of looking for treasure in the cave, because almost every hole is drilling out of the soul evil spirits. Looking at the situation, there are thousands of them. Like a black tide in the air, they follow the fleeing team of monks. However, any monks who are slightly slower are immediately surrounded by soul evil spirits and sucked alive. .

Shi Lei has tried his best to drive the flying sword and occupied the middle position in the brigade of the barely defeated monk. Looking back, countless souls are like maggots of tarbias, biting the tail of the team tightly.

Five hundred meters.......

One kilometer...

Two kilometers...

Three meters.......

The sinkhole finally reached the bottom. The place where Shi Lei stood was a circular rock, fifty or sixty meters wide, surrounding the bottom of the pit. In the middle of the rock, there is an extremely wide pool. The water is as dark as ink, emitting a strong smell of blood, without any waves, just like a mirror inlaid at the bottom of the sinkhole.

There are more and more monks falling on the crater. Most of them look nervous. At this time, the whole sinkhole has blocked the way back by countless souls, and the bottom of the sinkhole is also at the end. Next, there is no way to avoid it, and the two sides immediately have to meet each other.

Shi Lei finally understood why the painter of the Hu family map said: more than a thousand foundation monks entered, and only more than a hundred survived.

"Be careful, everyone. This is the most dangerous magic pool in Shengxian Valley. Even if the Yuanying monk falls in, he will definitely die!"

Now is the time to die. One more person will have more strength to fight against the soul, so many high-level monks quickly remind the people around them in case someone accidentally falls into the water and dies.

As if to prove the danger of the magic pool, many monks injured by the soul fell directly from the air and fell into the deep pool, splashing countless black splashes. The pool splashed on the shore and made a sneering sound, and some blood-red grass growing on the shore immediately withered. And the monks who fell into the pool immediately burst into a sharp scream, just like a prisoner who was being tortured. After a moment, they melted into a pool of blood and water. The monks were creepy and took a step back.

"If you want to live, fight with these souls!"

The current situation does not need to be ordered. All the surviving monks took out their spiritual treasures. For a while, the bottom of the sinkhole was illuminated like daylight. Everyone looked closer and closer, the soul of opening teeth and claws, and the breath in their noses could not help but be much thicker.

"Kill!"

More than 3,000 monks survived on the cyclone rock. At the same time, the scene of attacking the enemy was spectacular. Countless swordsmanships, spells and spiritual treasures flew in the air, like magma gushing from the center of the earth, all rushing up. The loud noise was endless, and the shouts of killing the monks sounded. The attack of more than a thousand souls were immediately blocked. Although the dozens of souls rushing in the front were strong, how to resist the attack of 3,000 monks at the same time. With a strange cry, they were submerged by the frenzy of attack and were instantly torn into all kinds of light. Fragments.

Although these souls were beginning to have sanity, they were not human after all. Seeing that their companions died, and the prey was constantly counterattacking, they shouted and rushed up against the attack. Immediately, many souls were buried in the offensive tide of the monks, turning into a group of black gas and dissipating in the air.

The monks tried their best, and the soul was not afraid of death. The distance between the two sides was constantly getting closer. With the length of time, many monks had exhausted their real power, and the number of soul spirits was also drastically reduced. Finally, it was less than 50 meters between the two sides.

All the monks gave up the long-range attack of the spiritual treasure, but took out the melee spiritual treasure and stared at hundreds of souls not far away. There was a bloodthirsty light in their eyes. They just rushed to fight with the other party when they were closer.

"Kill!"

This sound was shouted in the hearts of almost all the monks. They held all kinds of spiritual treasures and collided head-on with the soul, and immediately divided into hundreds of groups to fight. In the sinkhole, the sound of wind, strange whistles and shouts sounded into one piece. All kinds of light shone strangely on the wall of the cave, and the blood of the monks and the black gas of the soul became the main theme of the whole slaughterhouse.

Shi Lei is also in a regiment. He knows that in the current situation, his personal cultivation can no longer play a role. If he wants to live, he must hang all the souls together with the monks. Therefore, he did his best, but he used the true power of the seven layers of Qi in Dantian, and the power in the orifice did not move at all. This is the capital he relies on to save his life, and he will not use it until the moment of the moment.

The monks gradually recovered their inferiority by relying on the number of people. Although there are many more dead monks than the soul, over time, it must be the monk who will win. Whenever a soul is hanged by dozens of monks, these monks will be added to another regiment, and the advantage of the soul is rapidly weakening.