Chapter 721 Encounter on the Road
A dark green sticky liquid seeped in from the edge of the gap, and some strange gurgling sounds came from it.
Chen Chuan's eyes sparkled, and he immediately released a burst of spiritual power.
This method is effective. When the mental power touches it, the mucus immediately dissipates like melting snow, but at the same time, his own mental power is also consumed.
Although this method is feasible, it would be difficult for him to continue practicing peacefully. It would be better to just erase the crack.
So he changed his mind, picked up the Xuejun Knife and slashed at the mucus that continued to seep in to eliminate the cracks. After one cut, these things disappeared into nothingness.
He perked up slightly.
It seems this method is useful.
After another change of mind, he raised the knife with his right hand, and placed the back of the knife on his left shoulder. After using it for a moment, he suddenly slashed forward. This knife went through the crack and directly cut into the body of the thing opposite.
It seemed as if an unpleasant sharp whistle was heard, and then the light on the opposite side suddenly became brighter for a moment, and the countless eyeballs shook, and suddenly disappeared.
He waited for a moment, and seeing no more unusual signs, he picked up a piece of cloth, wiped the blade of Xuejun Knife with it, placed it back on his knees, and continued practicing.
In the next few times, although similar things appeared occasionally, he already had experience and managed to drive them away with the Xuejun Sword.
The night passed like this, and when it was almost dawn, he saw that the signs of his second self becoming more and more empty, and he faintly heard some strange sounds that seemed to come from a distant place. He also felt a serious sense of threat in his mind, and knew that he could not continue.
However, this crack has shown no signs of dissipating so far, and it has lasted for almost twelve hours.
There is the influence of the Mother Field in the central city, so the cracks will be suppressed as soon as they appear, but there is no such thing here. Although the cracks can be seen weakening over time, it is obvious that if he does not deal with it, they will continue to exist.
He immediately raised the Snow Lord Knife and slashed it, instantly extinguishing the light in front of him and instantly dissipating the sense of threat. He felt it now, and realized that this night had been quite rewarding.
This kind of practice depends on the length of time spent on training and the amount of essence absorbed, and this one practice is equivalent to three or four times a day. Although it is a bit dangerous, the rewards are also great.
His original goal was to push his spiritual power to perfection before the end of December. If he could practice like this every day thereafter, then perhaps the time could be greatly advanced.
He sheathed the Xuejun Sword, stood up, and returned to the top. Chao Ming was probably still curled up sleeping there because he had flown all day yesterday, but he woke up immediately when he heard any movement and let out a low chirp at him.
Chen Chuan took some water and food for it, then opened the tent and walked out. It was already dawn outside and the three bonfires had gone out, but a faint smoke was still emanating from them.
The morning in the Blending Land was damp. He saw a mist rising from the forest opposite and drifting towards here.
This seemed normal, but he could tell that the so-called fog was actually made up of tiny, indistinguishable insects.
His eyes flashed with brilliance, and wherever his gaze went, the mist instantly dispersed and then all fell down. But at this moment, a rustling sound was heard, and the trees in the forest near the insect mist suddenly trembled.
The bark actually slid down piece by piece, quickly absorbing the tiny insects, and then climbed back onto the tree again, becoming the same as before.
Chen Chuan watched for a moment, changed his mind, and suddenly looked at Chao Ming. Chao Ming immediately ran out of the tent and came to his side. He tried to check and soon found that the bottom of Chao Ming's wings were already occupied by tiny parasites as small as fluff.
The heads of these parasites have already drilled into Chao Ming's flesh and continue to go deeper. Even though Chao Ming has alienated tissues, he cannot stop this infiltration.
This kind of thing is actually inevitable in the blending area. Only after adapting to this environment for a period of time will you gradually develop the ability to cope with it.
He took out a pill from his pocket and fed it to Chaoming. After a while, Chaoming spread his wings and shook his body. Immediately, a layer of black ash fell from under his wings. These were all parasites killed by the medicine.
Chen Chuan went out and fed each of the horses a few pills with different effects, then led them to the river to drink water.
However, when he reached the river, he looked down and saw a black asphalt-like creature wriggling under the riverbed. Its slender eyes were looking upwards, but he looked back calmly.
The thing stared at him for a while, then closed its eyes again. Then its body slowly seeped into the riverbed like asphalt and disappeared from sight in a moment.
After the horses finished drinking water, he packed up the tent and all the belongings, climbed on the horse again, shook the reins, and drove the horse forward.
At his current pace, if he didn't encounter any problems along the way, he estimated that he would reach the indigenous camp before noon today.
After running for more than three hours, Chao Ming suddenly issued a warning in the sky.
At this moment, he heard the sound of horse hooves coming from afar, and they were approaching here quickly.
Chen Chuan was not sure about the other party's origins, so he stopped his horse by a stream. After a while, he saw several dragon-nosed horses appear on the other side of the stream.
The men on horseback were all wearing black armor, wearing iron masks, and holding spears. They were all strong and sturdy. It was obvious at a glance that they were cavalrymen from the old imperial family.
The people on the other side didn't seem to expect to see Chen Chuan here. Although Chen Chuan was in casual clothes, they could tell from the mount he was riding that he was from the Dashun army, so they stopped immediately.
The two sides looked at each other from half a mile away.
However, the people on the opposite side only looked at Chen Chuan from afar and felt an indescribable oppressive force, so after just a moment, the leader shouted, turned his horse's head and ran back.
He did not just run away. Two cavalrymen holding spears were left behind to cover his retreat. However, at this moment, it seemed that some invisible impact passed through this area.
Several cavalrymen swayed on their horses and fell off.
The leading warrior was also shocked, but then he fell on the horse's back. It seemed that he had a mental shield, so he was not affected too much. But before he could run too far, there was a loud explosion behind him, and a big hole suddenly appeared on his back, and the horse's head in front of him exploded as well.
Then they rolled forward in front of the headless horse corpse. The leading knight was quite tough. He knew he could not escape. As if afraid of leaking information, he immediately pulled out his dagger and stabbed it towards the upper part of the mouth. The dagger went straight into the brain, and he shook for a moment and then stopped moving.
Chen Chuan slowly walked over from the other side of the stream. Wherever he passed, many white foam-like things floated up on the water.
After the horse's hooves came ashore, a lot of insect corpses were turned up in the mud, and a large area of the surrounding things that looked like weeds also fell down. These were all creatures that were killed by his mental power.
Coming to the bodies of several cavalrymen, he took a quick look. An elite warrior plus three cavalrymen were the four-man team most commonly used by the old imperial family. Judging from the armor coverage, they should be just soldiers who came to conduct reconnaissance.
Judging from the direction the other party was moving, it was very likely that they were heading towards the coalition camp.
He thought about it. It seemed that the old imperial family was working with the coalition to fight against the Dashun garrison, but that didn't mean they could really cooperate sincerely. It seemed that they also had their own little tricks.
But he doesn't need to think too much. No matter where the other party comes from, as long as they are an enemy, he will just eliminate them when he sees them.
He pulled the reins and continued forward.
As for the corpses, he didn't have time to deal with them, and in a place like this, everything would disappear in less than an afternoon.
More than half an hour later, he finally arrived at the indigenous gathering place marked on the map, but all he saw was a burnt ruin.
Judging from the remaining fire, it may have been five or six days since the camp was destroyed, and the camp has long been occupied by a group of giant insects with hard chitinous shells.
He took a few looks and saw that some places still had craters and fragments, which showed that this place had obviously been bombarded by artillery fire.
In this area, the only two companies that currently have this capability are probably the Union and Linax.
Judging from their motivations, these people may be consciously clearing out possible threats from the periphery, or they may simply not want the indigenous people in these areas to be used by the Ministry of Defense’s garrison.
However, even if the base was destroyed, he had determined the location of the camp, which meant that he had not gone astray.
Moreover, the attackers' retreat route can be vaguely discerned, so perhaps by following these traces the camp can be found.
He looked at his watch. It was one o'clock in the afternoon. He could still travel for another three or four hours to find a place to camp. Then he would set off early tomorrow morning and continue along the road marked by Chen Bitong. If there were no dangers or obstacles, he should see the camp around noon tomorrow.
Just as he was thinking this, Chao Ming once again sounded a warning in the sky, and then he saw a large gray-feathered bird suddenly rushing towards him, and it was much larger than Chao Ming.
But Chao Ming was not afraid at all. Instead, he engaged in a fight with it in mid-air, flying and dodging very flexibly.
Chen Chuan knew at a glance that this bird was definitely raised by someone. Fearing that Chaoming might be in danger, he called out to it and called it back, but the big bird did not chase after him.
After a while, a dense crowd of figures appeared in the woods ahead.
A group of people with oil paint on their faces and wrapped in airtight smocks walked out from the opposite side. The man in the lead immediately caught his attention because he was wearing an old pioneer team uniform.
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(End of this chapter)
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