Chapter 289 Nascent Soul Monk
[You witnessed the fight between the human monks of the Canglan Realm and the creatures of the Abyss, and gained 0.1 points of the power of time. 】
In Baiyu Jingzhong, Zheng Yi looked at the prompts from the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror and shook his head.
Still too little!
Only 0.1 points.
It seems that we need to speed up the training of Zhang Shaoyang.
As long as he experiences more things and performs more dazzlingly, he can participate in bigger things.
At that time, he will also be able to gain more power of time.
With a thought, a handwriting appeared on the fragments of the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror.
[Unexpected mission: Your uncle Mu Qingyu has arrived and is hiding not far away. Refuse Guiyun Sanren's request to gain Mu Qingyu's respect. 】
[Reward 1: Uncle Mu Qingyu values it. 】
[Reward 2: A red fruit (50 years old). 】
This is the news Zhang Shaoyang got from the fragments of the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror.
It was also the information that Zheng Yi scanned through the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror and his spiritual thoughts.
Mu Qingyu had already gotten rid of the Netherfire Crow and the Netherling clan monks and was hiding not far away.
Zheng Yi's specific thoughts are unknown, but he can probably guess a lot.
Test the disciples.
If Zhang Shaoyang was afraid of Guiyun Sanren's cultivation strength and took the initiative to hand over the blood of the underworld, Mu Qingyu would not be disappointed.
But if Zhang Shaoyang is still unwilling to hand over the blood of the underworld even though he knows he is outmatched, he is claiming that it is to protect the reputation of the sect.
No matter which monk, monks like Zhang Shaoyang are the ones that the sect wants to protect.
Otherwise, once this matter spreads out, the reputation of Yanxia Sect will be greatly reduced.
At that time, Zhang Shaoyang seemed to take the initiative to hand over the blood of the underworld.
However, under Zheng Yi's intervention, he still chose not to surrender, and instead spoke out to defend the Yanxia Sect.
After this, Mu Qingyu will definitely value this new foundation-building disciple a little more.
This is also the ending Zheng Yi wants to see.
As for the fifty-year-old red fruit... he had plenty of them.
As time went by, as the innate spiritual energy was nourished in the Gyeonggi region, a large number of spiritual herbs and elixirs sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
Especially in the Tianshou Mountain area, there were more spiritual grasses, and Zheng Yi sent people to guard them all.
Some mature spiritual herbs and elixirs were also collected and stored for later use.
This is to lure Zhang Shaoyang to do some tasks that are beyond his ability. Of course, he must use material rewards to attract him!
"Boom!"
At this moment, another violent explosion sounded in the distance in the air.
The Canglan Realm monks and the Mingling clan monks finally got angry.
Perhaps the monks of the Ming Ling clan felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so they began to work hard.
However, they saw that several of them tried their best to block the human monks from the Canglan Realm, and the remaining ones looked up to the sky and roared. Their bodies began to squirm, and different beasts began to emerge from their bodies and joined the fight.
Wan Chengzhi, perhaps in order to cover up his unwillingness to save his life, explained: "This is the native beast of the monks of the Ming Ling clan."
"In the Underworld, the Underworld clan is just like our human race. Only a few people can become monks."
"As for whether you can become a monk, awakening your natal underworld beast is the most important thing."
"Because this group of monks can only absorb the energy of the underworld through their natal underworld beasts, and then become monks."
"Just like the spiritual roots of monks like us, the natal underworld beast is the spiritual root of the monks of the underworld clan!"
"And because these natal underworld beasts are all living creatures, this group of monks from the underworld clan are even more ferocious and good at fighting. They are also good at many natal magical powers and are very difficult to deal with."
"Quack~!"
Just as he was talking, he saw a dark fire crow with blood-red flames burning all over its body raised its head to the sky and screamed strangely. A large amount of red flames fell like meteors, slamming into the group of human monks in Canglan Realm.
"Fire of the Sun!!!"
A monk in the crowd exclaimed and quickly dispersed.
"Get out of the way!"
"The temperature of this fire is extremely high and can burn magic weapons. Don't resist!"
"Boom!"
While exclaiming, some monks quickly dodged, while others couldn't dodge and could only use defensive magic weapons to resist.
But in an instant, several violent golden flames flashed out from the crowd. These figures were immediately engulfed by the fire of the sun, accompanied by several screams.
Even where Zhang Shaoyang was standing, he could clearly feel the heat. Several people did not dare to be careless and stepped back one after another.
In such a short time, many monks arrived.
"Fellow Taoists, let me suppress this fire of the sun~"
Suddenly a cold voice sounded, causing everyone's spirits to cool down and their breathing to quicken.
But he saw a beautiful woman in a snow-white dress floating from the crowd, and with a wave of her hand, an ice crystal branch actually appeared.
In an instant, the sky was swept by wind and snow, which contained a large number of ice crystals, shooting towards the sky like a heavy rain of flames.
The originally fierce and invincible fire of the sun actually extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye after encountering these strange ice crystals.
In the flames, the natal underworld beast, which was a hellfire crow, screamed in a monkish manner, but it could not escape the blockade of these ice crystals for a while.
Wan Chengzhi said in surprise: "Bingji Island Crystal Fairy! I didn't expect her to come too...!"
Seeing that the Great Sun was temporarily controlled, the scattered monks gathered around again, several rays of light flashed, and another Netherworld monk screamed and lost his life.
At this moment, the young man with a giant snake hanging in front of him among the monks of the Ming Ling clan suddenly shrank his pupils, turned around and ran away.
"Withdraw...!"
"Young Master?"
"Quack?"
Several monks from the Nether Spirit Clan were full of questions, but they still evacuated quickly as ordered. Instead, the Nether Fire Crow monk was left behind.
Zheng Yi, who was originally relying on the fragments of the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror to observe the battle, was suddenly shocked in his heart. His spiritual thoughts immediately retracted like a tide, and he only observed the distance with Zhang Shaoyang's sight.
However, the sky where the monks from the Nether Spirit Clan were fleeing suddenly lit up, and a man wearing a golden robe suddenly appeared.
His eyes were blazing, his pupils were a rare golden color, and his whole body was emitting a golden light.
After seeing this figure, the young master of the Mingling clan fled faster.
However, this golden figure just looked at him indifferently, then opened his hand and pinched downwards.
"Rumble...!"
In an instant, a large number of clouds and spiritual energy condensed, forming a huge golden handprint in the air, fiercely grabbing at the monks of the Nether Spirit clan.
"Young Master of the Underworld Snake Tribe? Do you still want to leave after coming?"
"Hua Tianyang!!!"
The young master of the Underworld Snake Tribe roared angrily: "If you dare to kill me, aren't you afraid of an all-out war between the Underworld Snake Tribe and the human race in the Canglan Realm!!!"
"All-out war?"
Hua Tianyang said indifferently: "You are not qualified!"
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the huge golden handprints had already grabbed hard on many of the Netherworld monks.
The monk whose leader's native beast was the Dark Fire Crow screamed in agony, and his huge body was immediately crushed to pieces.
A pale golden light flashed out and was caught in Hua Tianyang's hand.
Almost at the same time, other monks of the Nether Spirit clan were also caught by the golden big handprint.
They were all caught and exploded, ranging from seven to eight breaths to one or two short breaths, and screams and explosions continued to sound.
"Young Master...Help!!!"
The three remaining monks shouted in panic, but they saw a fierce look flash in the eyes of the young master of the Dark Snake Tribe. The dark black python that was originally coiled in front of him suddenly jumped forward, opened its big mouth and then moved toward Vomit in front.
"Buzz...!"
A series of gray rays of light suddenly appeared, and instantly turned into colorful rays of light.
Without any hesitation, the young master of the Dark Snake Clan turned into a black light and swept into the light, disappearing in an instant.
Space crack!
The natal underworld beast awakened by the young master of the underworld snake tribe actually possesses the weird magical power of space cracks!
The remaining three people looked overjoyed and rushed towards the crack in space.
But, it's too late!
The golden big handprint has already arrived.
The two figures were immediately crushed. The only remaining figure rushed over with all his strength, but half of his body was also crushed. Only a head and a small half of the body were left, and he rushed into the space crack with great difficulty. .
After a few breaths, the cracks in the space flickered crazily, and then suddenly disappeared.
"Space crack?"
"No wonder..."
(End of chapter)