Chapter 154 What

Wan Yan shouted loudly, and the spiritual power of the peach wood sword surged, swinging out sword energy in an attempt to cut off the attack of the earth-walking dragon.

Jia Luo quickly took out a few talismans and chanted a spell. The talismans in his hand turned into flaming meteors and smashed towards the group of snakes.

Wen Lingyue took the dagger given to him by Jia Luo and kept stabbing at the vital points of the ground snake. Black blood splashed on the ground, emitting a foul stench.

However, the number of ground snakes seemed endless, and they kept pouring in.

Although Wan Yan's sword energy was powerful, it could only cut off one wave before more came in an instant. His spiritual power was consumed rapidly, veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat soaked his back.

Jia Luo's talisman paper was very effective. Wherever it went, the ground-walking snakes were burned black and let out screams of miserably.

"We can't go on like this, there are too many!" Wan Yan shouted, his voice filled with anxiety.

"Fourth Brother, hold on for a moment!"

After Jia Luo finished speaking, he took out a piece of purple talisman paper, quickly bit his fingertip, and drew a few strokes on the talisman paper.

Afterwards, she chanted a spell and threw the talisman into the air. The talisman instantly glowed brightly and turned into a purple light curtain, temporarily covering the three of them.

The ground-crawling snake hit the light curtain and was bounced far away, making a teeth-grinding sound.

"How long can this talisman paper last?"

Wan Yan asked while panting, his clothes were soaked with sweat and his hair was messy and stuck to his cheeks.

"It only takes a moment. We must take this opportunity to find a way out!"

Jia Luo bit his lower lip and looked around anxiously.

At this moment, she caught a glimpse of a steep mountain wall not far away, and a dark cave entrance at the bottom of the mountain wall.

"Fourth Brother, Dad, there is a cave over there!" Jia Luo shouted, his voice filled with a bit of urgency.

The three of them ran towards the cave with all their might. Wan Yan led the way and kept swinging the peach wood sword, fiercely knocking away the ground snakes that tried to stop them.

But his steps were somewhat weak. The long and intense battle had almost exhausted his spiritual power. Sweat kept running down his cheeks, blurring his vision.

Wen Lingyue followed closely behind, and Jia Luo followed closely behind, occasionally throwing out a few talismans in his hand to fill the gaps in Wan Yan's defense.

The talismans turned into streams of light, accurately knocking away the approaching ground-walking dragons.

After finally getting close to the cave entrance, Wan Yan ran out of energy and almost fell. Jia Luo quickly supported him: "Fourth Brother, hold on!"

As soon as the three of them hid in the cave, Jia Luo threw out a talisman to set up a barrier at the entrance of the cave. The ground snakes behind him crashed into the barrier like a tide, making a dull impact sound and splashing a lot of dirt and debris.

At this moment, the purple light curtain also dissipated with a "bang" and turned into tiny dots of light.

After entering the cave, Jialuo hurriedly threw out a luminous talisman from his bag, and instantly, soft light illuminated the surroundings.

The cave was not deep. The walls were wet and dripping with water. The air was filled with a foul smell.

At the end of the cave, there seems to be a narrow passage winding deeper.

"It's not advisable to stay here for long, but those insects outside..." Wen Lingyue frowned, his words full of worry.

Wan Yan sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, and spoke with difficulty: "Lolo, quickly... use the sound transmission talisman to ask Master what this insect is afraid of.

"good!"

Jia Luo responded and quickly took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket. With his nimble fingers, he lightly drew a few strokes on it. Then he shouted anxiously at the talisman paper: "Master, Master, are you there? Do you know what these insects are afraid of? We are being besieged by insects at the moment. The situation is critical!"

After a moment, the sound transmission note trembled slightly, and a familiar voice came out of it: "Luoluo, the insects are afraid of fire, especially the fire of the Yang. You can try to attack them with fire. Also, the insects are very afraid of roosters!"

When they heard their master mention that "insects are most afraid of roosters", Jialuo, Wan Yan and Wen Lingyue looked at each other, with a hint of surprise in their eyes, and then they were full of helplessness.

Where can I find a rooster in this deep mountain forest?

Wan Yan smiled bitterly, wiped the sweat off his face, and said weakly: "Master, this news is hopeful, but it is like distant water that cannot quench immediate thirst. In this desolate place, let alone a rooster, there is not even a shadow of a rooster to be seen."

Jia Luo bit her lower lip, racking her brains to think, her fingers unconsciously moving lightly on the cave wall. Suddenly, her eyes lit up: "Fourth Brother, I remember that ancient books mentioned that if the feathers of some birds are blessed with spiritual power, they can also have similar effects, right?"

"Yes, but we don't have bird feathers!" Wan Yan said helplessly.

"I have, I have. When I went to the zoo with my fourth brother, I saw the peacock's feathers spread out, which were particularly beautiful, so I secretly picked up a few fallen feathers."

As he spoke, he began to rummage in his bag. After a while, Jialuo took out a few peacock feathers that were brightly colored and gleaming.

She took a deep breath, concentrated her mind, quickly formed seals with her hands, and slowly injected her spiritual power into the feathers.

In an instant, the feathers shone brightly and a faint sound of a peacock's cry was heard.

Seeing this, Wen Lingyue felt hope in his heart. He tightly grasped the dagger in his hand, approached the cave entrance, and was ready to attack at any time.

Jia Luo carefully passed the blessed peacock feather to the cave entrance, and a strange scene appeared. The ground snakes that were originally frantically crashing into the barrier and showing their fangs and claws seemed to have sensed some fatal threat. They stopped their movements instantly and retreated one after another. The originally powerful attack collapsed in an instant, and some timid ones even burrowed directly into the ground and disappeared.

"It works!" Wan Yan got up from the ground excitedly.

But Jia Luo said weakly: "Fourth Brother, it is useful, but it can only scare away the insects, it can't kill them!"

Wan Yan frowned, his eyes flickered, and after thinking for a moment he said, "It's good to scare them away temporarily. At least it gives us some breathing space."

"Forget it, let's go out first!"

As he said this, he handed Wan Yan a peacock feather and walked out of the cave.

The two men held peacock feathers, sandwiched Wen Lingyue in the middle, and stepped out of the cave carefully.

Outside the cave, although the ground-crawling snakes retreated temporarily, they were still lurking not far away. Their pairs of dark green eyes flickered in the darkness, revealing a chilling chill.

Jia Luo looked around vigilantly and whispered, "Be careful, these insects may attack again at any time."

Wan Yan held the peach wood sword tightly, and his spiritual power slowly flowed through the sword. Although he was exhausted, he still managed to take a defensive posture and nodded in response: "Don't worry, with this feather, they won't dare to come forward for a while."

Wen Lingyue stood between the two of them, the dagger in his hand flashing with cold light, and he kept an eye on the surrounding movements.

They walked slowly along a winding path, trying to get away from the insect-infested area.

Not long after they walked, a low roar suddenly came from the front, like a tiger's roar or thunder, making everyone's ears buzz.

Then, a strong, fishy wind blew in my face, making the branches rustle and the fallen leaves fly all over the sky.

"What is it?" Wan Yan exclaimed, and consciously held the peach wood sword across his chest.