Drunk Immortal Gourd

Yun Xiaomei had obviously never experienced such a thing. Her face changed for a moment and she whispered: "Mother, why are these monks so crazy? Is it necessary to cultivate immortality like this?"

Aunt Yun gave a bitter smile and said: "What can we do if we don't do this? The low-level casual cultivators have no chance to succeed at all. Finally, they have a chance, so they can only risk their lives to catch it. Why do everyone want to join the immortals even if they break their heads? Sect? Those aristocratic families in Yuling City would rather spend hundreds or thousands of spiritual stones to buy a place? Is it because there is no shortage of cultivation resources in the immortal sect that they can reach a higher level? Is it impossible to achieve it once and for all? Yes, the competition in the Immortal Sect is even more intense. What they spend so much on spiritual stones is just an opportunity.”

"But this is too cruel." Yun Xiaomei frowned.

Aunt Yun shook her head and said: "My mother thought like you at the beginning, so when she was over sixty years old, she was still struggling in the Pulse Opening Realm. Do you think Zheng Guangming and Dongfang Liang are not afraid? They are too. I was forced to have no choice but to seize this last opportunity and take a gamble. If I win, I will have a bright future, but if I lose, I will die."

Aunt Yun has been stuck in the Pulse Opening Stage all her life. Now that she is in her sixties, she may never have a chance to break through the Qi Refining stage in her life, so she pins all her hopes on her daughter. But looking at Yun The way my little sister looks now, her character is clearly unqualified.

Aunt Yun looked at her daughter, then turned to look at the calm Qingyang, and couldn't help but sigh. Her daughter was already in her twenties, and her temperament was not as good as that of a teenage boy like Qingyang. It seemed that her daughter In this life, there will be no great achievements on the road to immortality.

Qingyang frowned and looked at the fighting among the casual cultivators on the field. He didn't understand why the casual cultivators who were originally peacefully getting along suddenly started fighting. He didn't know whether it was a good or bad thing to develop this step. He always felt that this matter might not be that simple.

The piece of Jade Spirit Marrow has long been lost. Perhaps it was the real fire that caused some people to forget their original purpose and forget about robbing the Jade Spirit Marrow. Instead, they focused on finding others to fight with. , just to vent the anger in my heart.

At this time, the fighting on the field became more fierce. Many people died in vain without understanding what was going on. There were only four to five hundred monks in the entire mine, and there were at least dozens of them dead now. , at least 70% of them suffered minor or serious injuries.

Qingyang even saw with his own eyes that Zhong Santong was hit by several attacks at the same time just as he entered the melee. He didn't even have time to take defensive action before he was turned into a pile of flesh and blood. After that, Zheng Guangming, the traveling doctor, also He didn't last long and became someone else's victim.

These two people came to Yuling Mountain with Qingyang. Although some unpleasantness happened between them, they can be regarded as sharing the same sorrow. They have experienced so many things before and no one died. As a result, in this short time Both were killed in a short period of time, which shows how cruel the field is.

The people in the field are getting more and more crazy, while the people outside are at two extremes. People with a personality like Lu Dingshan's are aroused to fight, eager to go up and fight. But people like Yun Xiaomei are worried that this place is getting more and more unsafe and they should leave as soon as possible.

The situation on the field became more and more strange. The casual cultivators seemed to have forgotten their original purpose. They were just fighting for the sake of fighting and killing for the sake of killing. Duan Rusong seemed to sense something was wrong, and then he discussed quietly with Qingyang and others. He felt that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time. It was better for everyone to retreat outside and take a look at the situation.

At this moment, the entire mine suddenly began to tremble, as if a slight earthquake had occurred. How could this happen? Could it be that the earth dragon has turned over? Or maybe the fight just now spread to other places and the mine is about to collapse? This is bad. After all, low-level casual cultivators are still flesh and blood, and they have not learned any earth escape techniques. If the entire mine collapses, at least half of the cultivators present will be crushed to death, and very few will be able to escape alive. Not much.

The monks on the field suddenly woke up and remembered their purpose this time. They remembered that they were going to rob the Jade Spiritual Essence. If their lives were gone, what use would the Jade Spiritual Essence be? Why did you start fighting with others in a daze just now? Run away, run away quickly, your life is still at stake!

Just as he reacted to the blow here, he heard a soft buzzing sound, and suddenly a blood mist filled the sky. The entire mine was foggy and bloody, and a blood-red light curtain formed on the edge. It enveloped everyone in it.

Qingyang and others had already planned to retreat. When they felt the mine begin to tremble, they knew something was wrong and rushed outside. Unfortunately, they were fast, and the light curtain was generated even faster. By the time they rushed out, When they reached the edge, the light curtain had already formed, and they could only stop for the sake of caution. Not only them, but no one in the entire mine ran away.

But some people didn't believe in this evil, so they kept their speed and blocked the magic weapon in front of them, then used all their strength to rush towards the blood-colored light curtain. After hearing an explosion, the magic weapon instantly exploded into pieces, and the monk was stuck to the blood-colored light curtain.

Then there was a soft sizzle, and the monk's skin stuck to the blood-colored light curtain, like winter snow encountering the blazing sun, slowly melted into blood, slowly seeping into the light curtain, and was submerged. After a while, dense white bones were exposed near the bloody light curtain.

The flesh and blood on his body was corroded and melted, and the pain involved can be imagined. The monk wailed, struggled, and asked everyone for help, but he could not escape the suction of the blood-colored light curtain. The monks next to him couldn't figure out the situation, and no one dared to rescue him casually. They could only let the monk hang on it, and eventually his flesh and blood was sucked dry.

Looking at the bloody light curtain at this time, it seemed to be a bit more powerful than before. Just thinking about this kind of scene makes people frightened. The monks nearby couldn't help but shudder and took a few steps back, fearing that if they were too close, they would be sucked directly by the light curtain.

At this time, many monks have understood that this blood-colored light curtain must be a formation. Everyone is now trapped in this formation. Moreover, this formation is amazingly powerful and can directly turn the monk's flesh and blood into his nutrients. , how could there be such a weird formation in this world?

At the same time, some thoughtful monks also thought of their situation. Who arranged the formation? Why is it placed here? What is the purpose of enclosing so many monks? Does it have anything to do with the emergence of chalcedony?