Chapter 197 Chapter 197 Evil Thoughts Become Demons
"Go away, go away."
"Fuck, stay away from me, ahhhhhh..."
The person on the other bed suddenly let out a panicked cry. He Junxia looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the person on the bed had wrinkled features and was shouting desperately.
Having a nightmare?
He Junxia released his mental power to explore the surrounding environment, but found nothing suspicious except the unusual concentration of demonic energy in the room.
"Meng Wenshi, wake up."
"Meng Wenshi?"
The person on the bed showed no reaction.
He Junxia's expression instantly became serious. It was impossible for Meng Wenshi to sleep so soundly in a strange place.
He reached out and slapped Meng Wenshi's face. Human facial skin is usually more sensitive. The boy, with his eyes closed, hissed in pain. His hands and feet struggled, but his eyes remained tightly shut, showing no sign of opening.
He Junxia frowned.
At the same time, he felt sleepy and the idea of giving up emerged in his mind. Since he couldn't wake up, he might as well lie down and take a nap.
Haha, I want to learn the Zombie King’s move.
The young man sneered.
Ancient sayings, "Three days of absence is enough to make one look at someone with new eyes." After experiencing so many worlds, he was no longer the small-time psychic who could only pretend to sleep to avoid being attacked by the Zombie King.
He Junxia summoned the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron to absorb the evil spirit in Meng Wenshi's body. His mouth suddenly became very bitter, as if he had just eaten several bitter melons raw.
What kind of evil energy is this?
"Don't come over here, it stinks, help, help, mom, help me!"
Meng Wenshi suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, completely unfocused, his mind still immersed in the terrifying situation before.
"Are you awake?"
"ah"
Meng Wenshi, who was still in shock, was startled by the sudden sound in the dark room.
After seeing who was speaking, he slowly lowered his hand that was covering his heart and wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead: "I was scared to death."
He Junxia was curious: "What did you dream about?"
Meng Wenshi: "It will haunt me forever. A vicious, large dog covered in human excrement pounced on me."
He Junxia: ...
That was really a psychological trauma.
"Luckily I woke up. My mother picked me up when I was little and I escaped, but I couldn't hide from the dog in my dream no matter how hard I tried."
Meng Wenshi couldn't help but cover his nose and said, "If I get pounced on by that dog, I might as well die."
"Hiss." Meng Wenshi touched his left cheek belatedly, "My face hurts. It feels like I was slapped."
"I called him."
"Ah, it's not you...what happened?"
Meng Wenshi's first reaction was anger. His parents had never hit him in the face. But he quickly calmed down. After all, they had lived and trained together for so long, and he could trust Song Qizheng's character.
"I'm sorry, I saw you kept yelling for help but couldn't wake you up, so I hit you too hard." He Juanxia said with a serious expression: "Please release the spiritual weapon. I feel something is wrong here."
Can't wake him up?
Meng Wenshi realized the seriousness of the problem.
He always sleeps lightly in unfamiliar places and will wake up at the slightest movement. This time, he didn't even feel anything when he was slapped.
Meng Wenshi quietly felt the atmosphere in the room and felt an unusual sense of oppression and dullness, just like a high school classroom with closed doors and windows in winter, which makes people drowsy.
Meng Wenshi narrowed his eyes and his head drooped unconsciously. After falling to a certain point, he suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes wide.
Something is wrong, very wrong!
Meng Wenshi shook his head desperately to keep himself awake. The three-flowered vine was suspended in mid-air, and the vines swayed like seaweed. After a while, six or seven small red flowers bloomed simultaneously in the southwest direction.
Meng Wenshi picked a small blue flower and put it in his mouth, and his drowsy brain finally became a little clearer.
"Sanhua Teng told me there's a fourth-level monster in the southwest. It's the culprit. Wait, how come you're not affected?"
Meng Wenshi looked at the young man's energetic face and began to doubt his life. He was a third-level awakener, and Song Qizheng was a second-level awakener. Logically, shouldn't he have noticed something was wrong first and then woke Song Qizheng up?
How come reality is the other way around?
He Junxia was prepared: "It was my spiritual bronze tripod that reminded me after it noticed something was wrong."
"That's what I said."
Meng Wenshi was easily persuaded.
After all, with Song Qizhen's cultivation speed, which can be called that of a super genius, his spiritual weapon cannot be just a simple bronze tripod without any other functions.
"I've been infected, and the other awakened ones will definitely not be able to escape. Should we report it?"
Meng Wenshi shook his head again as he spoke. "No, the record watch has a kill record for fourth-level monsters. The instructors must have known that there were fourth-level monsters in the examination hall."
"Are we to wait till daybreak?"
Meng Wenshi was a little unwilling, but his shoulders slumped. With him and Song Qi competing for a third-level auxiliary awakener and a second-level attack awakener, there was no way they could be a match for a fourth-level monster.
"Just sit still."
"Maybe we can go out and take a look."
The two spoke at the same time. Meng Wenshi's eyes lit up, but he hesitated and said, "We can't defeat a fourth-level monster. If we have to ask the instructor for help, you won't have any points in your watch..."
He Junxia: "This fourth-level monster's attack method should be related to dreams. As long as we don't sleep, there won't be much danger. Are you afraid?"
"How could I possibly be afraid of a mere fourth-level monster?" Meng Wenshi clenched his fist. "Your provocation worked. Anyone who's afraid is a dog."
If they were in the real wilderness, Meng Wenshi would not be so reckless, but now it is a base assessment, the instructors will secretly protect the students' safety, so it doesn't matter if he is a little reckless.
Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk!
The two decisively left the abandoned hotel and followed the guidance of Sanhua Teng towards the direction of the fourth-level monster.
Six months of intense training had finally paid off. Their footsteps were incredibly subtle, like ghosts drifting through the darkness.
“So beautiful.”
Meng Wenshi stared blankly.
Countless silver-white flowers bloomed under the moonlight, dotted with yellowish stamens, like beautiful ladies dancing gracefully.
An extremely sweet and rich fragrance rushed into his nose, and He Junxia secretly said, "Meng Wenshi, hold your breath."
Unfortunately, he spoke too late.
The boy fell straight down, and He Junxia immediately reached out to support his body so that he would not hit his head on the ground.
"Meng Wenshi, wake up, wake up."
He Junxia increased the force of her slapping hands but failed to wake Meng Wenshi up again, so she could only put him on the ground aside.
The students taking the assessment were all among the best awakened ones, and the training base couldn't possibly ignore their safety. Besides, there was definitely surveillance or someone guarding this demonized fourth-level large-leaf Epiphyllum.
Therefore, he could not let the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron absorb the evil energy in Meng Wenshi's body as he had done before in the hotel room.
"What a shame for such a beautiful night-blooming cereus."
He Junxia smashed the enlarged Soul-Suppressing Cauldron hard at the roots of the flower.
As the saying goes, one can defeat ten skills with one's strength.
He doesn't mind being a rough guy.
However, the fourth-level monster was not a pushover. Countless slender branches emerged from the lush Epiphyllum bushes and formed a net to catch the flying bronze tripod.
At the same time, the ground beneath the young man's feet suddenly shook violently, and obvious cracks appeared.
He Junxia immediately ran to the left side away from Meng Wen and reached out to call back the Soul-Suppressing Cauldron, but she didn't expect that the branches of the Epiphyllum had already tightly entangled the bronze cauldron.
"Clatter" and "Snap"
Stones and slabs of various sizes flew into the sky and then quickly fell down. Thick plant roots protruded from the broken concrete ground in all directions, instantly forming a huge cage.
The young man was suddenly trapped.
Oh no, we're in trouble.
The person reclining on the railing of the third-floor rooftop watched the scene with great interest, his dazzling blue anime hairstyle perfectly hidden in the darkness.
Lan Bai was very curious about the young man's next reaction.
Fight to the death or give up and ask for help?
He has always been unable to see through Song Qizhen. He is obviously just a college graduate, but he acts unexpectedly thoughtfully and calmly.
And his spiritual weapon, the bronze tripod.
At first glance, it looks unremarkable. Its offensive power is far inferior to that of spiritual weapons such as swords, and its defensive power is also inferior to that of spiritual weapons such as shields and armor. It is a lose-lose situation.
However, after this period of observation and training, it was discovered that the seemingly ordinary bronze tripod was capable of surpassing many high-level spiritual weapons of great origin.
Even now
Even the third-level Meng Wenshi could not resist the floral fragrance attack of Mo Tan, but Song Qi Zheng was completely unaffected.
Lan Bai took the last bite of the hamburger, threw away the packaging, and stared at the young man in the cage with burning eyes.
Let me see what secrets you have.
"call---"
A gust of night wind blew, and the strong, sticky fragrance of flowers rushed towards the trapped young man. He Junxia immediately covered his mouth and nose with his hands, but still inhaled a lot of the fragrance.
The interference from the outside world causes the body's muscles to relax uncontrollably, and the heartbeat and breathing also slowly slow down.
The human soul and body are not inseparable. For example, now, He Junxia's brain is extremely awake, but his body has begun to enter sleep mode.
The young man glanced inconspicuously at the three-story building in front of him on the left, and a new idea popped up in his mind.
It's reasonable to unleash the potential of spiritual weapons at the critical moment of life and death, right?
Very reasonable!
Then Lan Bai saw the young man in the cage showing an expression of painful struggle, and in an instant, a purple-red flame rose from the bronze tripod.
The scorching flames quickly spread along the network formed by the branches of the Epiphyllum to the main trunk, causing so much pain that the demonic plant instantly retracted all its branches and roots.
Lan Bai also stood up suddenly.
He looked at this sudden scene in shock, and immediately took out his mobile phone to send messages to others asking them to watch the live replay.
Although fire-attributed spiritual weapons are naturally able to restrain plant-type monsters, Song Qizheng is two levels lower than the demon plant.
There is a world of difference between an ordinary awakener and a monster just one level apart. Unless the opponent is a host of evil spirits, it is rare for an awakener or a monster to defeat the opponent by surpassing their level.
But this time, the flames released by the bronze tripod forced even the fourth-level demonic plants to retreat.
Hahaha
He knew that this kid's spiritual weapon was no ordinary thing!
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