Chapter 333 - Wrathful Soul Black Mud

  The four treasures in the jade pool are:

  a thin dark yellow incense stick, rooted in the black air at the bottom of the pool, surrounded by smoke, as if spewing out a smoke lotus platform, on which a Buddha statue with a smile can be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged with a flower in his hand.

  A piece of black mud with an indefinite shape slowly absorbs the black air below, and from time to time, a vague face of a resentful soul emerges from the black mud, and then silently dissipates in the jade pool.

  A delicate and small seal, with vajra, Buddha beads, wooden fish, prayer flags and other Buddhist instruments painted on all four sides, with bursts of golden light emerging from the bottom, suppressing the black air below.

  There is also a small emerald green sword, the sword body is crystal clear, exuding a strong vitality, swimming freely in the jade pool like a fish.

  The four treasures all look extraordinary and of good quality.

  The seven people, together with Lu Xuan, each occupy a position, and work together to break the ban covering the jade pool.

  The spiritual power shield is crumbling, and the black air at the bottom is even more arrogant.

  With a loud bang, the aura shield shattered, and the black air surged instantly, and the precious light shone everywhere.

  Four exotic treasures shot out from the jade pool like lightning.

  Several people were well prepared, and each used their own methods to instantly pounce on the treasures flying in different directions.

  The short monk's arms were soft as if they had no bones, and they stretched out quickly, grabbing the emerald green sword. Before he could retract it into his hand, a thunderous sword light from the sword ball in front of Zhou Bingyu suddenly came and chopped on his pair of strange arms. The

  hump on the hunchbacked old man suddenly rose, and a shrill baby cry sounded. A blue-black baby ghost appeared out of thin air, and its gray arms tightly hugged the small Buddhist seal.

  Seeing this, the old man's face was happy. When he was about to summon the baby ghost back, a gray aura shone on the baby ghost, causing it to pause in its movements, and the seal in its hand fell down involuntarily.

  A red sword light flashed like a silk thread, wrapped the dark yellow incense stick, and came in front of the elegant scholar.

  He suppressed his excitement, controlled the sword light, and rushed out directly.

  "Want to escape?"

  The blood-robed monk sneered. Such high-quality blood food was enough for him to cultivate a blood-coagulated Yin insect king. How could he bear to let the elegant scholar leave?

  The blood light in the sky swept towards the elegant scholar, and a sharp hissing sound came from inside, as if countless insects were hidden.

  Among the four treasures, the first thing Lu Xuan liked was the black mud that oozes out the resentful souls.

  He guessed that this black mud is very likely to be used to cultivate spiritual plants, so the primary target is placed on it.

  The moment the black mud rushed out with many resentful souls, he controlled the fourth-grade wind and thunder sword and stopped the black mud in a flash.

  "This treasure is mine!"

  A rough voice came, and the burly monk who was half a meter tall stomped the ground fiercely, and his tall body turned into a trail of afterimages, rushing towards the wind and thunder sword and the resentful soul black mud.

  Lu Xuan said nothing, and his figure was like a floating light, lightly coming to the black mud.

  With a thought, a dark sword light emerged from the Wind and Thunder Sword. The wind and thunder roared, and the wind blew violently. Thunder appeared and rushed towards the burly middle-aged monk. The

  burly monk, who was half a meter tall, swelled again. His dark blue muscles were like pieces of hard rock, and he directly blocked the dark sword light.

  He had been immersed in the body refining for hundreds of years. His body was extremely strong, comparable to a fourth-grade magic weapon. He was confident that he could block Lu Xuan's sword light.

  But he still underestimated the power of the Wind and Thunder Sword.

  The product of the Light Group must be a fine product.

  It was forged with the outer wind and thunder stone, and it contained a powerful wind and thunder force. It was in the forefront of the same grade of magic weapons. In

  addition, Lu Xuan inserted the Wind and Thunder Sword into the mysterious Yangxuan sword sheath, nourishing it for many days, and the quality was further improved.

  He also integrated the third-grade Xunlei Sword Pill with the matching properties into the sword body.   

  This made the power of the Wind and Thunder Sword increase again.

  When he met the burly monk head-on, the sword light fell on his swollen body, and the rock-like muscles were like tofu, easily cut open, and there was lightning jumping in the deep scars.

  "Ah!!"

  The burly monk roared in pain, feeling the threat of the dark sword light to his body. The flesh and blood in the deep scars squirmed, as if it had vitality, and eliminated the sword light.

  He originally thought that he could snatch a treasure from this monk who was only in the early stage of foundation building, and it would be worth the trip.

  But he didn't expect that this inconspicuous monk was so hidden that he could easily cause great harm to himself.

  The blood and qi in his mind surged, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed violently. The flesh and blood under his ribs and back shoulders squirmed, and four arms grew out in an instant.

  Six huge blue-black fists rained down like rain, smashing towards Lu Xuan crazily.

  "This is a bit difficult."

  The resentful soul black mud in Lu Xuan's hand disappeared instantly, and was put into the gluttonous insect sac, avoiding the huge fist that covered a large area beside him.

  "Although after practicing two body-building exercises and swallowing many spiritual fruits and treasures, his body is already extremely strong, and should be at the same level as this transformed cultivator."

  "Look at his crazy attack. If you are not careful, you may get some small wounds from bumps and bumps."

  His figure was like a lone boat, floating and sinking in the surging waves.

  "It's better to solve it as soon as possible."

  The burly middle-aged cultivator was in the middle stage of foundation building. In order to solve the problem once and for all, Lu Xuan silently appeared a red talisman in his hand.

  It was the fourth-grade Great Sun Sword Talisman from the light ball of the sword-raising gourd.

  On the red talisman, a scorching sun suddenly expanded, and countless brilliant red sword beams shot out, attacking the six-armed burly cultivator.

  In the eyes of the cultivator, it seemed as if a scorching sun exploded, shining brightly, deeply engraved in his sea of ​​consciousness, and his mind was in a trance.

  When he reacted, countless red sword beams had already arrived in front of him.

  The half-meter-tall body was instantly submerged in the endless sea of ​​sword energy.

  The sword light dissipated, and the figure of the burly middle-aged monk was revealed.

  He knelt on the ground, his six arms hanging limply, and his body was covered with holes left by the sword light.

  Through the holes, you can see the charred muscles and internal organs in his body. The blood has evaporated under the contact of the sword energy of the sun, leaving only an empty shell.

  A strange lantern quietly appeared in Lu Xuan's hand, with white bones as the handle and human skin as the cover. Under the lamp holder, countless dark red lamp tassels swayed gently like tentacles.

  A green light flew out from the top of the burly middle-aged monk's head and drilled into the soul-guiding lamp from under the lamp holder.

  On the pale candle, countless ghosts and resentments were squeezed. The green light merged into the candle, and a face that was obviously stronger than other ghosts emerged. Looking at the blurred facial features, it was somewhat similar to the burly middle-aged.

  Lu Xuan held the Wind and Thunder Sword and came to the corpse of the burly monk. The spiritual power swept over, and the monk's storage bag suddenly appeared in his hand.

  Although the boundless sword energy raised by the Great Sun Sword Talisman did not attack the other cultivators head-on, the other six people were more or less affected by the brilliant sword light. When their

  spiritual consciousness sensed the death of the burly middle-aged cultivator, everyone was shocked.

  (End of this chapter)