Chapter 632: The Soul-Catching Messenger

Now Hua Ci is in the Lingxi battlefield, and her cultivation has reached its limit. She can't improve it anymore, so she has to lower her cultivation again and again to refine the Ten Thousand Poison Pearls.

The toxicity of the Ten Thousand Poison Pearls is not only related to the amount of cultivation Hua Ci lost when refining them, but also to the toxicity of the poison Hua Ci swallowed.

When she first gave Lu Ye the Ten Thousand Poison Pearls, Hua Ci was not very familiar with this method. It was just a practice, and in order to prevent Lu Ye from seeing any clues and having unnecessary worries, she did not lose too much cultivation.

But later, as the number of Ten Thousand Poison Pearls she refined increased, she became more and more proficient.

The Ten Thousand Poison Pearls that Lu Ye obtained this time, Hua Ci undoubtedly spent much more cultivation in it than last time.

Besides, Hua Ci has now found the source of the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, and has made a poison pool in the deepest part of the Ten Thousand Poison Forest. When Lu Ye went back to see her last time, this woman was leisurely soaking in the poison pool.

That was the manifestation of the poison source of the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, which was many times more toxic than the poison fog she had simply swallowed.

All these reasons led to one result.

The three Ten Thousand Poison Pearls that Lu Ye sacrificed this time were more than twice as toxic as the last Ten Thousand Poison Pearls!

This was something Lu Ye had not expected. If he knew about this, he would not be willing to use up all three Ten Thousand Poison Pearls, and would at least leave one.

But now that they had all been used up, it was meaningless to think about it.

The poison fog filled the entire mine, and no one was spared. Large patches of gray fog continued to rise from the talent tree in Lu Ye's body.

He had the talent tree by his side, and he was immune to all poisons. As long as the fuel of the talent tree was sufficient, he would not have to worry about being affected by the poison, but the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge were not like that. Even if they had spare detoxification pills, they still could not resist the poisonous body.

The lower the cultivation of the cultivator, the more violent the reaction.

At first, the cultivators below the third level fell one after another. They didn't die for a while, but the long river of spiritual power in their bodies completely stagnated and they couldn't use any spiritual power. They were weak and powerless. In this situation, if they didn't find a way to quickly detoxify, they would definitely have no way to survive.

Gradually, the cultivators of the fourth and fifth levels couldn't hold on and fell down. Although the cultivators with higher cultivation could still hold on for a while, no matter who they were, they felt that their strength had greatly decreased...

The emotions of panic and horror were spreading, and in order to flatten the formation in front as soon as possible, the cultivators were all fiercely urging their own spiritual power and using various means, which further accelerated the impact of the poison on themselves.

The many cultivators of Wanmo Ridge never thought that so many of them rushed in to surround and kill Lu Ye, but they would encounter such an incredible thing.

It's not that they haven't come into contact with poison. When they reached the Yunhe realm, they had experienced some storms and had come into contact with some strange poisons, but it was the first time they encountered such a domineering and unreasonable poison.

Just when the scene on the Wanmo Ridge was in chaos, Lu Ye, who had been standing safely in place, moved. He casually took out a flag and waved it gently.

Crack...

A thunderclap exploded, constantly echoing in this closed mine, deafening.

Along with the sound of thunder, a thunder appeared from above and smashed into the crowd.

"Ah!"

A scream came out as the thunder struck, and I don't know which unlucky guy was hit.

The attack of the thunder seemed to be a signal. After the first thunder fell, more thunders fell densely in the sky. The bright lightning penetrated the green poisonous fog and played the music of death.

The sound of crackling was endless. Looking up, it seemed that countless lightning snakes fell in the sky, and at the top of the mine, a huge magic array was shining, and various complex patterns kept flashing. Every time a thunder fell, it was accompanied by screams, one after another.

Lightning array!

The killing array that Lu Ye arranged the most was the Explosion Array, because this array was simple enough and had good lethality. Once someone stepped into it, it could cause a certain degree of damage to the enemy.

But this did not mean that he would only arrange the Explosion Array.

If the many spiritual patterns he mastered were used as the core in the array, he could arrange the corresponding array.

The array with the Thunder Inducing Spiritual Pattern as the core was the Thunder Inducing Array.

The array with the Golden Arc Spiritual Pattern as the core was the Golden Arc Array.

The array with the Flame Spiritual Pattern as the core was the Flame Array.

He arranged the array on the rock wall above in advance, which no one had expected. The Wanmo Ridge was only concerned with breaking the array in front of them, and never thought that there was a huge crisis above their heads.

For a while, as Lu Ye activated the power of the array, the scene became more lively.

The blazing white thunder, the golden arc slash, and the fiery red fire snake fell from above like a downpour as the arrays operated one after another.

The power of these formations is not that great. Under normal circumstances, even cultivators at the fifth or sixth level can withstand it. However, at this moment, many cultivators on the side of Wanmo Ridge are troubled by the poisonous fog, and their strength is greatly damaged. The power of the formations that are attacking at this time is particularly deadly...

The smell of burnt flesh and blood is transmitted, and many lives are annihilated in the green poisonous fog, one after another, seemingly endless.

The thick green poisonous fog fills every corner of the mine. Not only can the cultivators of Wanmo Ridge not see Lu Ye's figure, but Lu Ye can't see where they are either.

But this had no effect on him. Now in this mine, except for himself, everyone else was an enemy, so he only needed to guide the power of the formation to cover the most densely populated area.

"Break the formation above!" Finally someone reacted and shouted.

In an instant, many attacks blasted towards the rock wall above, causing broken stones to fall, and formations were annihilated one after another.

At this time, the formation that Lu Ye arranged in the mine was almost flattened by the monks of Wanmo Ridge. Although a large number of monks fell to the ground, there were always some stronger ones who could continue to persist.

However, when those angry monks of Wanmo Ridge rushed to the place where Lu Ye was originally, they found that he could not be found at all.

Lu Ye naturally could not stand there and wait.

In this chaotic and blind environment, he had enough space to play. He didn't even need to distinguish who was the enemy and who was the friend. Wherever he passed, there would always be screams and blood splashing wherever there was life and breath.

Song Zhui's voice rang out in the chaos: "Everyone gather together nearby, beware of attacks and kills, and report Lu Yiye's location in time!"

However, his voice was quickly drowned out by the chaotic shouting.

Realizing that Lu Ye was wandering around hunting, all the monks in Wanmo Ridge became nervous. If anyone dared to approach them, they would immediately use killing moves to attack. For a while, many accidental injuries occurred, causing more quarrels and shouting.

The scene became completely chaotic.

Song Zhui secretly cursed a group of unpresentable things, but he also knew that in such a situation, everyone would become nervous. He was horrified to find that if the situation continued to develop like this, it seemed not impossible for Lu Yiye to kill two thousand people alone.

Apart from other things, the cultivators below the fourth level now basically have no power to resist, and all of them collapsed on the ground. He had previously asked some cultivators of the third level to clean up the collapsed mine tunnel, but those cultivators could not hold on for long, and now they all fell there.

The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and the screams had not stopped since the beginning. One after another, the vitality disappeared in their perception. In the pitch-black poisonous fog, Lu Ye was like a soul-snatching messenger. Wherever he passed, there was a bloody storm. The cultivators of Wanmo Ridge had no power to resist at all.

Moreover, as time passed, the cultivators of Wanmo Ridge were increasingly affected by the poisonous fog, and their strength would become weaker and weaker. Lu Ye killed them more and more easily.

Until a certain moment, Lu Ye met a difficult person.

Since the formation arranged on the top of the cave was destroyed, he wandered around to kill the enemy. No matter what the opponent's original cultivation level was, he basically killed them with one knife.

But at this moment, when he slashed at a burly body cultivator, the opponent's originally weak breath suddenly burst into a powerful momentum. While blocking Lu Ye's sword with a spiritual weapon like an arm guard on his arm, another big hand like a palm leaf fan grabbed him and shouted with gritted teeth: "Found you!"

Lu Ye immediately reacted. This guy's weakness just now was either a disguise, or he used some secret technique that could stimulate his own strength.

And the moment the opponent made a move, his ninth-level cultivation was also exposed.

There must be a ninth-level cultivator among so many Wanmo Ridge cultivators. Not to mention that Song Zhui is a ninth-level cultivator, there must be others.

So Lu Ye did not relax his vigilance even when he was wandering and hunting.

He had a little impression of this burly body cultivator. Just now, this person was standing not far from Song Zhui.

The ninth-level body cultivator was naturally Wei Zhong.

Although he and several other ninth-level realm masters were shocked by Lu Ye's methods and cruelty, they were all born in extraordinary families. They were not panicked in the face of such a situation. Instead, they waited for a good opportunity in hibernation.

Lu Ye's attack on him was exactly what he wanted. In this way, Lu Ye would be exposed in front of him. Even if he failed to take down Lu Ye in the first time, as long as he entangled with him for a while, Song Zhui and others would definitely react. At that time, everyone would join forces, even if their strength dropped sharply at the moment, they would be able to take down Lu Ye.

As long as Lu Ye could be taken down, the crisis could be resolved. The rest was to clear the mine tunnel and leave here.

He thought so, but when he stretched out his hand to grab Lu Ye, he grabbed nothing.

Lu Ye's reaction was undoubtedly faster than he expected.

The moment he realized something was wrong, he retreated with the force, and at the same time, he raised his left hand, and the strange treasure that had been held in his left hand and ready to go turned into a stream of light and attacked Wei Zhong.

At this moment, Wei Zhong felt a chill all over his body, an instinctive feeling of a fatal crisis. Before he could react, a stream of light flashed in front of him, passing through his body without any hindrance, bringing out a puff of hot blood. (To be continued)