Chapter 500 Attacking the Red Mist Mountain Ridge 9
Since Ha Jiu was once a genius of the evil path, those little poisonous toads before him probably all had similar origins, right? Moreover, there are many righteous people, so those are probably geniuses of the righteous path who were kidnapped.
Thinking of this, Zhong Cai still asked the question.
Lou Chuan also gave a similar answer.
[The Poison Toad has forty-nine Lesser Toads under his command, all of whom are not only his trusted confidants but are also said to be top-tier fighters, the cream of the crop during their Nirvana transformation.]
Those with earlier numbers in the queue are generally more capable.
[Ha Jiu's strength ranks among the top ten. Those ahead of him, Ha Yi to Ha Wu, are at the peak of the Nirvana realm, while Ha Liu to Ha Ba, like Ha Jiu, are at the late Nirvana realm.]
[If nothing unexpected happens, not only among Toad One to Toad Nine, but also among the other lesser toads, there will likely be many righteous geniuses who were once kidnapped.]
[...It is highly likely that all the little toads are human puppets.]
Zhong Cai's face darkened slightly.
He thought it was impossible; those forty-nine little clams must all be geniuses who had been kidnapped.
If someone like the Poison Toad Ancestor isn't completely under his control, how could anyone become his confidant? It would be strange if those forty-nine little clams could even have their own independent consciousness!
However, on the righteous path, the number of geniuses who caused a great commotion and were supposedly kidnapped doesn't seem to be that many.
Moreover, these forty-nine little clams have all undergone Nirvana, and it is not easy to advance to this level. They also have to be selected from those with strong abilities... So the number of geniuses who were actually taken away should be far more than "forty-nine".
There might be several hundred people, or even more.
Wu Shaogan, who was standing to the side, noticed Zhong Cai's thoughts and gave him a reassuring smile.
[Most of the young geniuses we know have powerful backgrounds. Their disappearances inevitably cause a stir, or lead to a lengthy search by their relatives and friends, resulting in considerable turmoil.]
Zhong Cai understood.
However, there are always some regional geniuses with limited backgrounds but some local fame. They possess exceptional talent, high potential, and even greater aptitude, but because the institutions that nurture them lack the resources and resources, they cannot compare to the top geniuses produced by major powers.
It would be easier for such a genius to be targeted and taken away by evil forces, and it would also attract less attention.
Such "wild" geniuses are of great interest to both the righteous and the unorthodox.
The difference lies in the fact that when the evil path discovers such geniuses, regardless of the small forces behind them, they will secretly take them away and refine them into human puppets, so that they will serve the evil path wholeheartedly from then on; while when the righteous path discovers them, they will communicate with their sects or families and take them into their own forces for training. Some are even more lenient, allowing them to "study" in their own forces, giving these geniuses two sects.
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After Zhong Cai and Wu Shaogan figured out the whole story of how the ancient city was stabbed, they took control of the ancient city again and soared into the sky.
Wu Shaogan should still be in charge – after all, Zhong Cai has never stopped refining pills.
The ancient city rose silently, just as it had when it was suppressed, stirring up gusts of wind that had no destructive power.
After returning to their original high-altitude position, Wu Shaogan precisely manipulated the artillery fire and bombarded another blood-red swamp.
Previously, because Wu Shaogan landed in the ancient city to deal with the sneak attack, he was unable to bombard from a high vantage point. During this time, the increased blood-red swamp was simply evaporated by the medicines refined by the alchemists... There were bound to be some things that couldn't be taken care of, which also increased some casualties.
Now that Wu Shaogan has returned and is working with the alchemists, the Crimson Swamp can no longer display its former power.
After Zhong Cai refined a batch of pills, he thought about the cumbersome ancient city and couldn't help but communicate telepathically with Wu Shaogan.
I feel we still need to gather some resources that could potentially enhance the functions of the ancient city.
Wu Shaogan and Zhong Cai, who always worked in sync, responded quickly.
[Does Acai mean that the speed can be even faster?]
Zhong Cai nodded.
[Not only are they faster, but they can also change shape more directly.]
Although the ancient city can change size, each change requires an investment of resources and cannot be done arbitrarily, which is somewhat inconvenient.
If the ancient city can only ever be a fortified city, there are inconveniences. I'm wondering if there's any way to create something that mimics other forms. For example, it could transform into a warship, a fortress, an island, etc.
[In addition, I hope the teleportation function can be improved as much as possible. The teleportation distance is too short each time, which is not convenient enough.]
[Are there any other features... Lao Wu, could you help me think of some more?]
Wu Shaogan smiled slightly.
[Ah Cai has already thought of everything very thoroughly. If she remembers anything else later, she can add more.]
For now, I'm only thinking about changing my position at will and increasing my movement speed.
Zhong Cai agreed and nodded.
As for the specific treasure...
[Old Wu, after this big battle, let's go back and do some more gacha pulls, see if we can get the right ones.]
It's basically very difficult.
The treasures that can change the ancient city must be of a very high level, and they are not easy to obtain.
As if knowing what Zhong Cai was thinking, Wu Shaogan's soul quickly arrived.
I'll also consult some ancient texts and search for rare treasures to see if this is feasible.
Zhong Cai immediately laughed.
Old Wu really does seem to have a telepathic connection with him!
Yes, besides trying their luck by drawing cards, they also searched for information and gathered treasures with similar uses—in this way, after merging, the ancient city might be able to have similar functions.
It doesn't matter if you don't get the card in the draw, they have enough resources to trade with others.
This is also feasible.
Thinking of this, the two couldn't help but smile at each other.
Next, the impurities in the numerous alchemy furnaces were cleared away by the wood and fire, and Zhong Cai began refining the next batch of alchemy furnaces.
Wu Shaogan then fired again, successfully eliminating the two blood-red swamps.
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Gradually, the formation of the blood-red swamp slowed down, until there wasn't a single one to be seen for quite some time.
Many cultivators then realized that the originally very dense crimson mist, which could condense into a cloud of vapor at any moment, had now become very thin.
It seems that everything that had been evaporated or bombarded by artillery fire has completely disappeared, and the blood-red mist is constantly condensing into wisps of air, which are then continuously consumed.
The air suddenly felt much fresher.
However, many temple masters are still entangled in the bluish-gray evil Nirvana. They originally manifested from the blood-red mist, but they have not changed back.
Even if their bodies are shattered, they can still recover quickly.
Unless one undergoes Nirvana by burning them directly with extremely intense flames, they could not be reduced to nothingness.
Even so, there are still dozens left.
Zhong Cai saw this scene and blinked.
The temple masters are a bit inefficient.
However, when he thought about his and Lao Wu's ancient city, it was practically like having a cheat code... There was nothing to brag about in terms of high efficiency.
Among those temple masters, the one who fought the fiercest looked quite familiar.
Zhong Cai subconsciously looked over.
It's Master Jiang!
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At this moment, Jiang Chongguang was possessed by the Heaven-Splitting Golden Tiger Beast Soul, and his whole body was like a human tiger. When he fought with the gray-blue Nirvana, he could tear it to pieces every time!
Those bluish-gray Nirvanas were truly strange; even when torn apart, they could quickly merge into the crimson mist and then wait to re-condense... But interestingly, every time Jiang Chongguang tore one apart, just as the crimson mist was about to condense into a ball, he would open his mouth and let out a tiger's roar. In this tiger's roar, those balls of mist were shaken and shattered, and could only wait to re-condense.
Thus, although Jiang Chongguang did not truly and completely kill those Qinghui Nirvana beings, he made them almost unable to reunite after they dispersed, and they could only continuously surge and repeat the process of condensing and dispersing.
During this time, Jiang Chongguang tore apart more and more of the bluish-gray Nirvana, and naturally the concentration of the blood-red mist also increased dramatically. However, no matter how dense the blood-red mist was, it would still remain in the state of a gas ball amidst the roars of tigers... It just couldn't truly condense and transform back into a bluish-gray humanoid form.
As a result, the numerous crimson mists around Jiang Chongguang almost formed a ring of crimson streams, swirling around him layer by layer. Each "stream" was constantly surging, seemingly changing into new forms, but it could only ever be a stream.
It's both bizarre and beautiful.
Jiang Chongguang led these "streams" to continuously attack other blue-gray nirvanas.
Gradually, the "stream" widened and widened, eventually developing into a river...
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Zhong Cai was stunned for a moment when she saw this scene, then suddenly smiled.
He remembered Master Jiang saying that in order to avenge Old Wu, Master Jiang had to kill twenty heretical Nirvana cultivators.
The current numbers haven't been reached yet.
Master Jiang must have been working on this all along...
Although these Nirvana beings are not easy to truly die, it doesn't matter. When the time is right, they can fire a few shots at the "stream" or "river" that Master Jiang has gathered, and that will take care of them in one fell swoop.
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The battle is getting increasingly fierce.
Cultivators of different realms, both righteous and evil, fought to the point of bloodshed. After the Nirvana cultivators left the battlefield, the sky and the ground were filled with figures engaged in fierce battles. Moreover, countless cultivators of lower realms were forced to disperse further due to the residual energy.
The number of evil cultivators under the command of the Poison Toad Ancestor is too large, and the deeper the battle line is pushed, the stronger the evil cultivators become.
At the same time, all sorts of traps appeared in the soil, trees, streams, rocks, flowers and grass...
These traps, combined with the mountain scenery, can easily lead righteous cultivators astray, resulting in injuries or even death.
Many righteous cultivators discovered that most of the traps were filled with different kinds of deadly poisons.
In many places, tiny poisonous clams have appeared, with countless bumps on their backs. Whenever they encounter a living person, these bumps immediately burst open, turning into streams of poisonous water that spurt out.
The jet speed was incredibly fast; even a Spirit Transformation cultivator might not be able to dodge it if they weren't extra vigilant.
Any cultivator who comes into contact with the poisonous water will develop huge blisters all over their body. Before long, the blisters will burst, and the oozing juice will melt the cultivator, turning them into a pool of blood...
It's terrifying.
Being poisoned to death is not so bad, but this kind of death is too disgusting, so much so that cultivators find it hard to bear.
Therefore, alchemists are especially needed.
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Wu Dongxiao stepped onto a rock.
Xuan Bing opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.
Wu Dongxiao laughed and said, "I know I'm unlucky, but don't worry, senior brother, there's absolutely nothing wrong with these rocks!"
Xuan Bing sighed.
Wu Dongxiao chuckled, and just as he was about to say something, a vine suddenly sprang out from the forest on his right and wrapped around his right leg.
In an instant, the right leg was corroded, making a hissing sound.
Wu Dongxiao was startled and immediately began to deal with the vines.
Xuan Bingze quietly began searching for a treatment.
Yes, the rocks are fine; he believes that.
But... wouldn't the forests near the rocks cause problems?
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