Chapter 186 Killed by Mushrooms

They looked at each other and confirmed each other's cultivation.

Opposite them were two seventh-level cultivators, with swords and knives on their waists, looking like soldiers.

Before they got close, one of the thinner ones shouted: "Which camp are you two Taoist friends from? We are from Haotian League!"

Now the distance is not enough, so there is no reaction on the battlefield marks on the back of each other's hands, but if the distance is close enough, then the camps they belong to will be clear at a glance, just like when Lu Ye and Hua Ci first came here, they met two people from Wanmo Ridge, and the marks on the back of each hand were glowing.

This is the rule in the Lingxi defense battle, which makes it easy for each other to confirm their positions.

Lu Ye looked at him expressionlessly and did not answer.

The thin monk said again: "If it is convenient for you, you may show us the battlefield mark to avoid accidental injury."

Lu Ye silently urged his spiritual power, raised his hand, and a fat firebird flapped its wings and attacked that direction. This fat and bloated firebird made Hua Ci stunned for a moment, and then followed with a green arrow-like magic.

It was the first time she saw Lu Ye urging magic, and it was in this shape. If it was not for the inappropriate occasion, I am afraid I would not be able to help laughing.

Only then did I know why Lu Ye put away the knife just now...

The two magics blasted towards the opposite side one after another. It was not that Lu Ye saw that the other party was lying, but the person who came had ulterior motives.

In Jiuzhou, in the Lingxi battlefield, when strangers meet, they will not easily reveal their positions. This is common sense. The other party said that they were from the Haotian League as soon as they opened their mouths. Who knows if they are.

And even if they are really from the Haotian League, it doesn't matter. Wait until the two islands merge and apologize to them.

But if the opponent is from Wanmo Ridge...they are fighting Wanmo Ridge.

The first move is nothing more than taking the initiative.

The spiritual power exploded, and the thin monk who shouted was furious: "How dare you sneak attack, I think you are tired of living!"

Although he said so, his actions were not idle, and both of them were dodging.

Whether it was the Fire Phoenix Technique performed by Lu Ye or the Green Arrow Technique of Hua Ci, the power was not great, and the speed was not fast. Under the premise of a certain distance between each other, it was not difficult to dodge. The fight here was very happy, and the hiding there was lively, and the distance between the two islands was rapidly shortened.

Perhaps they felt that it was too embarrassing to always be beaten without fighting back. The two soldiers on the opposite side exchanged their hands, reached into their waist storage bags, took out the talismans, activated the power of the talismans, and attacked Lu Ye and Hua Ci.

For a while, the sea was extremely lively, with fire birds, green arrows, golden arc slashes, and ice spikes shuttling back and forth, coming and going.

While fighting back, the thin monk grinned: "Two sixth-level little magic cultivators, just wait for me, I'll make you look good soon!"

When the voice fell, the four people on both sides were all shaken, because the two small islands collided with each other.

Lu Ye and Hua Ci staggered to the left and right in tacit understanding, looking extremely embarrassed, but the two soldiers on the opposite side quickly stabilized their bodies, exerted force on their feet, and rushed towards the two people on the left and right.

As the distance approached, the marks on the backs of the four people's hands gradually glowed.

The backs of the hands of the two people were glowing red, and they were not from the Haotian League, but from the Wanmo Ridge.

"You are dead!" The thin monk's voice was cold, and he dodged Lu Ye's several magics and had already rushed to a nearby distance, while the other one stared at Hua Ci, and Hua Ci immediately left Lu Ye and fled in panic.

"Haha." This scene made the thin monk laugh endlessly, as if he appreciated the scene that the husband and wife were birds of the same forest, but flew away when disaster struck.

After dodging another spell, the thin monk jumped high, unsheathed the long sword at his waist, and had a confident expression on his face.

He was one level higher than the opponent, and a magic cultivator was close to him again, and he was safe!

Then he saw Lu Ye put his hand into the storage bag and took out a long sword...

"Hmm?" The thin monk suddenly felt uneasy.

When Lu Ye drew his sword and the sword light flashed, the uneasiness instantly reached the extreme and turned into fear.

With a clang, the long sword was chopped away. The thin monk who was in mid-air without a leverage point watched the long sword in Lu Ye's hand cling to the fiery red spiritual power, and the whole sword seemed to be burning, and the second sword chopped down!

"Ah!"

A scream came out, and a burst of blood spurted out of the thin monk's body. He was chopped to the side and one arm flew up in response.

It was not until then that he realized that this sixth-level boy was not a magic cultivator at all. This guy was also a soldier cultivator!

But can the casting speed of a soldier cultivator be so fast? He had doubted this before, but the speed of the other party's casting dispelled his doubts. Such a fast spell cannot be formed without long-term training.

What a treacherous little thief! The thin monk cursed in his heart, and pinched the remaining hand, and the spiritual power was urging wildly. The flying sword turned into a stream of light in a buzzing and trembling.

However, before he could activate the knife stream, a knife light flashed in his vision, and his life was quickly lost.

It took only three breaths for him to rush towards Lu Ye...

After Lu Ye killed this person, he raised his foot and chased after him. There was another cultivator chasing Hua Ci. Although Hua Ci ran fast, he was not faster than a soldier cultivator after all. Seeing that he was about to be caught up, the screams from behind startled the man.

When he turned his head and looked back, he saw Lu Ye rushing towards him aggressively.

His companion died? How did he die? Also, isn't this young man a magic cultivator? What does it mean to hold a knife in his hand?

At this moment, a series of difficult questions popped up in his mind.

He hesitated for a moment between turning around to meet the enemy or continuing to chase him. Before he made a decision, he suddenly felt dizzy.

Under his feet, a gray mushroom was crushed, and spores that were almost imperceptible to the naked eye lingered around him and were inhaled into his lungs.

Although he didn't know what happened, he instinctively urged his spiritual power to dispel the uncomfortable feeling.

In just a blink of an eye, Lu Ye had already rushed to the front. Facing the knife he chopped, the monk could only fight back.

The sound of ding-dong-dong was heard, and sparks flew in the clash of spiritual weapons.

The fleeing Hua Ci did not flee, turned around, and the spiritual power surged around her body. As she did so, the spiritual light on the surface of the seventh-level monk began to become obscure and dim.

Lu Ye felt that his opponent's moves were getting weaker and weaker. When they first started fighting, the opponent's performance was no different from other seventh-level realms, but after two moves, the opponent's strength seemed to be greatly suppressed, and the spiritual power fluctuations on his body were on par with his own.

He could kill a seventh-level realm, let alone a sixth-level realm? He wanted to see Hua Ci's methods, so he didn't kill him, but kept pestering him.

After another moment, the opponent's spiritual power fluctuations dropped again, falling to the level of the fifth level. Not only that, what happened in Yingshan happened again. Small mushrooms began to grow in the seven orifices of this cultivator, which looked extremely terrifying.

The opponent obviously also noticed something was wrong. After forcing Lu Ye back with one move, he stood still in panic, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "What did you do?"

"Is this the limit?" Lu Ye looked at Hua Ci and asked.

"That's about it."

"Then kill him."

"Shall I do it?"

"Well, killing one will get you 14 points of merit."

"My hands are used to save the dying and the wounded, not to kill people." Hua Ci felt a little wronged.

"I'll fight you!" The monk from Wanmo Ridge roared and rushed towards Lu Ye. None of the two enemies took him seriously. No one could stand such humiliation when they discussed the value of his life in front of him.

However, as he rushed towards Lu Ye, the small mushrooms in his seven orifices grew rapidly, and then exploded. After a series of noises, the man's face seemed to be corroded, and he fell to the ground. Two red lights floated towards Hua Ci and Lu Ye. The blood flowing from under this man was not the normal deep red, but green.

Hua Ci got the merit, and Lu Ye got the blessing of the Tianji Pillar.

Lu Ye looked up at Hua Ci.

The woman smiled kindly: "Mushrooms killed him, what does it have to do with me?"

Lu Ye was speechless and collected the spoils.

When investigating the battlefield marks, he found that he got not one, but two blessings from the Heavenly Secret Pillar this time...

So, these two monks from the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge had killed a group of people before, took away other people's blessings, and sent them here again.

After realizing this, Lu Ye raised his eyebrows. So, the further you go, the greater the benefits of killing enemies.

In the end, perhaps killing a group of people can bring unimaginable benefits, because as those who participated in the Lingxi defense battle continue to die, the blessings of the Heavenly Secret Pillar as bargaining chips will gather on a small number of people.

Investigating the island, the two islands are not really fused together, but just like two magnets, sticking to each other, firmly adsorbed, and floating in a certain direction together.

Hua Ci walked towards the opposite island with a happy pace. She wanted to plant mushrooms there. She wanted to make all the small islands that gathered here into undetectable traps. In this way, no matter who dared to rush over, they would not have any good results.

Lu Ye did not follow, and the enemy was killed, and there was no danger over there.

He found that after the island became larger, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became more concentrated, but he didn't consume much energy in the battle just now, so he just needed to rest for a while.

An hour later, Hua Ci returned, humming a song, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Your mushrooms seem to be more powerful." Lu Ye asked the doubts in his heart. When he was in Yingshan before, although Hua Ci planted mushrooms for the seventh-level realm, the power was not so great, and the attack was not so fast.

"Second Senior Sister pointed it out." Hua Ci explained.

Lu Ye was surprised: "Second Senior Sister knows this?"

"She doesn't understand, but she has vision and experience, and it's no problem for her to point out a little cultivator like me."

That's true.

As if seeing what Lu Ye was thinking, Hua Ci smiled and said: "Every medical practitioner is good at using poison, it just depends on whether they want to or are willing. If you don't understand poison, how can you treat? Don't think that those soft and cute medical practitioners are easy to bully in the future."

"I never look down on anyone, enemies!"