Chapter 189

I'm really impressed.

The purple mist seemed to be an anesthetic. Cheng Hui smelled a little bit of it and his legs softened and he knelt on the ground.

Cheng Hui knelt down.

I'm really impressed.

The purple mist seemed to be an anesthetic. Cheng Hui only smelled a tiny bit of it before his legs went limp and he knelt on the ground.

His kneeling stunned Priest Chen and the others, and they couldn't help but stop for a moment.

I thought you were a big boss behind the scenes, but it turns out you are just a worthless person?

If Priest Chen and the others knew how to use memes, they would definitely not be able to help but complain like this.

Cheng Hui couldn't help but blush. He had brought shame to many cultivators.

In fact, although he knelt, he was not completely powerless to resist. It could only be said that this body was more fragile than he imagined, so he knelt so easily.

He definitely couldn't stand up. The poison was quite overbearing. Even though Cheng Hui had used his spiritual power to detoxify as quickly as possible, he couldn't completely detoxify it in a short time, so he could only fight back while kneeling.

Cheng Hui: ...

It's just, a bit embarrassing.

Fortunately, Priest Liu's body was just not good at fighting, and his cultivation was still good. Although he was a zombie, he had learned a lot of magic under Changling's encouragement. The efficiency of using his own body was worrying, but using Priest Liu's body was completely different.

"Damn it! How can he know so many spells!" Priest Chen saw that the endless spells in Priest Liu's hands were almost drowning them all.

Although they clearly had the advantage in terms of cultivation, they were suppressed and had no power to resist.

He was shocked and angry. He had always thought that he was the most talented person in the Wujiang Clan in hundreds of years. He had researched many ancient and lost spells. But he never expected that such a person whom he regarded as a puppet would use so many spells, many of which he had never even heard of. For her, this was definitely a huge blow comparable to having her core stolen.

If Cheng Hui knew what he was thinking, he might say to him: Sir, times have changed.

The Wujiang Clan has existed since ancient times, and they still follow the Shinto path of becoming a god through offering incense. It cannot be said that Shinto is necessarily bad, but this method of increasing one's cultivation by eating the flesh and blood of gods is definitely a mistake.

Moreover, if everyone could improve their cultivation by simply eating and drinking, who would bother studying magic? The few magic spells there were were lost over time.

It has to be said that Priest Chen is indeed very powerful, as he has comprehended so many spells by his own strength. However, Cheng Hui comes from the world of cultivation thousands of years later. At that time, all kinds of spells were quite mature. When compared, the gap is obvious.

Cheng Hui did not expect that the scene of him using magic would have a great impact on Priest Chen. He had always thought highly of himself, but now he suddenly encountered such a blow and he became completely depressed.

Cheng Hui would not show mercy. As the saying goes, strike while the sick are weak. His fist was as fast as a knife and chopped towards Priest Chen fiercely. Priest Chen could not dodge in time and his left arm fell off.

Cheng Hui's success with one move put him at ease. Sure enough, while Priest Chen's cultivation was high, his combat effectiveness was...tsk tsk.

Those deformed ancestors who made people lose their SAN value were also shocked by this sudden change. I don’t know if it’s because the longer they live, the more afraid they are of death, or what, but for a moment no one dared to attack Cheng Hui.

Cheng Hui looked at the performance of those ancestors and felt stunned and ironic.

He was actually very worried that these ancestors might have some hidden cards, such as self-destruction and mutual destruction, but when he saw their timid looks, he knew there was no need to worry at all, as these people had long lost the courage to give it a try.

The ground exploded again, the flower bud let out a scream, and a large number of petals burst open, leaving only a small ball of flower core flowing with mucus like blood.

A slender figure emerged from under the flower bud. Cheng Hui took a look and saw that it was a young boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. His eyes were wide open with flames burning in them. He looked at the flower bud and the other ancestors with hatred in his eyes.

This must be that god, but this body... maybe it belongs to one of his descendants?

Cheng Hui noticed that from the moment he was unearthed, the boy's body began to show signs of gradual decay, as if he could not withstand the overly powerful spirit.

Layer upon layer of cracks began to appear on the boy's skin. As he made a move, the cracks became more and more dense. His body was like a piece of broken porcelain that was forcibly glued together and could collapse completely at any time.

Priest Chen lost an arm and suffered a mental shock. He happened to be standing on the edge of the battlefield and avoided the strongest wave of impact.

The young man's ultimate move was originally aimed at several old ancestors, whose swollen and deformed faces showed expressions of panic.

"Sun Shaoting, you..."

"Shut up! You are not qualified to call my name!" the young man roared, and with a wave of his hand, a blue light rushed towards the speaking ancestor.

The ancestors dodged hurriedly, thanks to the vines under their bodies moving quite fast, otherwise this one move would be enough to kill an ancestor in an instant.

When Cheng Hui saw them fighting, he quickly retreated and left the battlefield, fearing that he would be implicated.

He hadn't forgotten that his current body belonged to Priest Liu. In the eyes of this god, he was probably no good. It would be fine if he stayed away, but if he got close, he might just be sent packing.

Perhaps the appearance of the god put great pressure on the ancestors, and really forced them to unleash some of their potential. The four of them joined forces and actually withstood the boy's attack.

The young man's eyes changed slightly, and an extremely dazzling green light came out from his chest. Cheng Hui took a closer look and saw that the green ball-like thing was the core that had just melted.

Is this using the core as a battery? Cheng Hui wondered uncertainly. It seemed that after the core appeared, the boy's attack power increased a little.

The battle between the young man and several old ancestors was actually nothing to watch. The young man's advantage was too obvious, and those old ancestors were just struggling to hold on. But no matter what, there was a limit to how much they could hold on. When they could no longer hold on, the battle was over.

Cheng Hui discovered that Priest Chen had disappeared at some point. He looked around and saw him near the remaining core of the flower bud.

When the flower bud saw Priest Chen, it seemed as if it had seen a relative, and rolled over tremblingly. The huge flower bud was almost destroyed by the young man's attack, leaving only the small ball of the flower core.

The flower bud was probably seriously injured, and it instinctively sought help from the person it depended on, and took the initiative to approach Priest Chen.

But Cheng Hui noticed that Priest Chen's expression was not right. He looked at Hua Xin with an extremely deep gaze, like a person who had been hungry for three days seeing a bowl of rice that was enough to fill his stomach.

Cheng Hui's heart moved, and he saw that Priest Chen, who seemed to be comforting Hua Xin, suddenly moved. He stretched out his hand and took out a blood-red stone from Hua Xin.

Huabao was completely defenseless against him, and never expected that the elder she trusted would attack her.

When the stone was taken out, the flower bud died. The flower core, which was originally a little dull in color, became completely dim, and even the petals became gray like stone.

Cheng Hui instinctively felt something was wrong. He didn't know what Priest Chen was going to do with the stone, but he knew that no matter what the enemy wanted to do, there would be nothing wrong in going against him.

The four ancestors were being beaten by the young god, so he didn't need to worry. He rushed directly towards Priest Chen, intending to snatch the red stone.

Priest Chen saw Cheng Hui rushing towards him at a glance. Under the shadow of losing his left arm, he was so scared that he trembled.

Cheng Hui almost laughed out loud when he saw this... No, your mental quality is too poor, right?

In fact, Priest Chen's talent is really good, at least much better than Cheng Hui. Unfortunately, he lacks real practical experience, commonly known as the lack of social beatings. If he were allowed to go out and gain experience for a few years, he would definitely not be like this now.

The enemy's mistake was Cheng Hui's opportunity. He slid and kicked the opponent's calf.

Priest Chen had never seen such a move before, and he was hit directly by the scoop, and the red stone in his hand flew out directly.

Bring it to you!

Cheng Hui snatched the red stone away, and Priest Chen's eyes suddenly turned red, as if Cheng Hui had snatched his life, and he rushed towards him like a madman.

Cheng Hui looked at him with a little surprise. If he had been able to show such momentum during the fight just now, he wouldn't have lost his arm so easily.

Priest Chen, who was already at a disadvantage, was in an even worse situation after losing an arm. Facing Cheng Hui's attack, he could only flee in a panic.

Just when Cheng Hui thought the dust was settling, the divine boy's body finally couldn't hold on any longer and exploded into pieces with a bang.

Only two of the four ancestors are left, and both are in incomplete state, which shows how cruel that one is.

However……

Cheng Hui stared in amazement at the two ancestors with murderous eyes, and swallowed hard.

No...the one who hit you was the one, why are you looking at me?

Cheng Hui felt that he was innocent, but the two old ancestors who had been aroused to ferocity did not think so. They only saw Cheng Hui beating Priest Chen, so they naturally classified Cheng Hui on the side of God.

Now the god is dead, no matter how he died, he is dead anyway, and now they are going to clip off his remaining wings - Cheng Hui!

Cheng Hui: ...

Cheng Hui: Fuck (a plant)!

Faced with the two imposing ancestors, only a fool would want to confront them head-on!

Cheng Hui turned around and ran without saying a word, cursing the god in his heart as he ran.

Can you be more reliable? I finally broke through the ground, and now I have my pants off and you show me this?

If you have the ability to show off your power, then you must have the ability to last longer!

Cheng Hui cursed in his heart and circled with the two ancestors. Fortunately, he was lucky. After two circles, another young man came out from the ground. He looked a bit like the previous young man and was obviously another descendant of a god.

As soon as the second divine boy appeared, the two ancestors who were chasing Cheng Hui turned around and left.

Now it was Cheng Hui's turn to take revenge, and he chased them and beat them up.

But the second young man only used one move before his body gave out. It seemed that as time passed, more and more gods revived, but the energy contained within their bodies also grew stronger, so the duration these young men could hold out naturally became shorter and shorter.

Cheng Hui was in great pain. He would either be chased and beaten by the ancestors, or he would chase and beat them in return. Which one it would be depended on how long the young god could hold on.

The two sides engaged in a tug-of-war, but overall Cheng Hui had the advantage.

But Shui didn't notice that Priest Chen, who had almost left the battlefield, was staring at the remains of the flower bud. He seemed to have given up his last retreat and started from the core of the flower, swallowing the remaining part of the flower bud in big mouthfuls.

As he devoured, his body began to undergo irreversible deformation, and a flower that looked very similar to a bud grew on his head.

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