Chapter 118 One Against Many
While Mu Jianjian and Wuhen waited for the pus in the giant pool to gradually subside and become less intense than before, they got up faster than the others and went to the top of the black pool. They began to use the small spray to remove the exposed rotten fruit inside.
Mu Jianjian's eyes lit up as she stared at the five rotten fruits at her feet.
Sure enough, the larger and more turbulent the dark pool, the more fruit lay at the bottom.
The crowd standing by watched as the man and woman effortlessly scooped the rotten fruit out of the black pool while hovering in mid-air, their eyes burning with envy.
They had been taking them one by one, and getting even one was extremely dangerous. Who knew that these two would hide until the very end and then come out so easily, taking four or five at once?
Those who still had some internal energy left were not to be outdone and stepped into the dark pool, but they were pulled downwards by the suction-like pus. Before they knew it, their entire bodies were swallowed up, and they let out screams.
"Ah, fortune favors the bold." Mu Jianjian, who could see the fluctuations of true energy in the dark pool through her pupil technique, could easily make predictions. Holding a basket of rotten fruit, she sighed and began to plan how to sell the fruit.
Meanwhile, Wuhen, because he was holding a giant umbrella with runes, was able to walk on the extremely dangerous Dark Pool as if it were flat ground, just like Mu Jianjian. He even had time to hum a little tune.
"His umbrella! His umbrella is clearly a top-grade magic artifact. If we can take his umbrella, we can do the same!" A man pointed at the figure of Wuhen "picking fruit" and gritted his teeth.
"good!"
"Attack together!"
Faced with enormous profits, many people forgot the hellish blister beneath their feet and flocked to the figure of Wuhen.
Mu Jianjian frowned at this phenomenon. She put a basket of rotten fruit into her space and was about to go help Wuhen when a wooden pole fell from the sky and floated in the air, blocking her way.
She quickly turned her head, dodging a chaotic burst of true energy. After regaining her footing, she looked at Chong Honglian, who was standing in the void above the dark pool, and raised an eyebrow. "What is the meaning of this, Fellow Daoist Chong?"
She had to deal with this person quickly and then go help Wuhen.
Even though she knew he had many other trump cards besides the giant umbrella with runes that could last a long time, she was still worried.
"If you are willing to become my furnace, I can spare your life." Chong Honglian's pale and effeminate face did not look like that of a living person. His eyes were bulging and looked ferocious and terrifying. Under the girl's gaze, a furnace appeared in front of him, with bluish-purple light burning inside and wafting out strange fragrance.
Mu Jianjian did not want to say more. She raised her hand to remove the morning and evening hairpin from her hair, looked past Chong Honglian, and looked at the other cultivators in the group behind him who were rushing towards the center of the giant pool. She stood up to greet them.
She channeled her inner energy into the hairpin, transforming it into white light that shot towards her opponent, swiftly and fiercely creating a crack in the furnace opposite her. "If you now lay down all your magical artifacts, raise your hands above your head, and obediently surrender, I may spare your life."
Mu Jianjian returned Chong Honglian's words to him.
At the same time, the girl deftly dodged the pus that was floating below trying to pull out her ankle, her demeanor calm and collected.
Chong Honglian was still weak. He smiled as he looked at the cracked furnace on his thin face. A stream of pus gushed up from his feet, and the dark pole beside him wriggled as if hitting something, "slapping" the pus back.
He had dark circles under his eyes, which made it seem to others that he hadn't slept well, but no one knew the excitement he was feeling.
He rarely failed to find a furnace that satisfied him.
At the same time, their cultivation level must be quite high, and their spiritual power must be exceptionally compatible with his...
As Chong Honglian watched the true energy emanating from the hairpin in the girl's hand, the hairpin suddenly appeared out of thin air on the flames of his cauldron.
"Ah...no wonder I couldn't dodge that attack just now," Mu Jianjian said calmly, her magical artifact gone, without any panic or tension. She analyzed the situation rationally, and seeing the hairpin her senior brother had given her snatched away, a faint killing intent rose in her heart. This feeling was unfamiliar to her. "Can't I attack you, this mind-torturing furnace—?"
Then she should just go and beat someone up.
Chong Honglian was surprised that the girl immediately realized the connection between the two and reacted quickly. While dodging the girl's attack by bracing himself on the pole, he was puzzled.
Although he had exhausted most of his true energy in the previous battle, the fragrance in the furnace that had triggered her inner demons had no effect at all?
Despite the fact that her magical artifact was burning inside, activating the spell, the opponent's skills were not affected at all; on the contrary, they became faster and faster.
"Bang—" Just as Mu Jianjian's fist was about to hit Chong Honglian's face, it was blocked by the pole he was holding, causing a loud noise.
At the same time, his other three cultivators also arrived and joined the battle. Liu Tao had long disliked Mu Jianjian. She carefully observed the timing of the eruption of the dark pool and made small moves in the shadows.
"We're really in a hurry to attack together." Mu Jianjian smiled at Liu Tao, and under her gaze, easily slapped the man who attacked her down and sent him into the dark pool.
Seeing a living person being swallowed up, Liu Tao's face showed terror and she couldn't help but take a step back.
Their true energy had long been depleted, and even with the strength of a great man, could they really defeat the girl in front of them?
Chong Honglian looked tired. After carefully observing the girl, he finally saw the reason why her mind wasn't affected by the stove—
It was a curtain of water made up of countless tiny water droplets surrounding him, and he could vaguely smell the aura of nature within it.
No wonder he was unaffected; he'll have to make some sacrifices.
Chong Honglian placed the pole into the bluish-purple flames of the furnace, watching it burn to ashes and scatter in the air, determined to have the girl.
"If you burn the pole, what will protect you?" Mu Jianjian easily shook off the other person's attack, instantly moved behind the weak man, and used her sharp true energy to cut a deep bloody gash on his neck. She then smashed the furnace and took out the Morning and Evening Hairpin.
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