SanjitNovel Chapter 516 The Time Is Ripe
Chapter 516 The Time Is Ripe
Regardless of whether the time is accurate or not, as long as he can pause for a period of time, the monk can quickly recover his physical strength and try to resolve the accumulated erysipelas so that he can move forward better.
The plunder of vitality is continuous, and Murong Chuan expected more, and its value is far beyond imagination.
In the event of a fight, whether the vitality will continue to be plundered will determine the outcome of a fight.
It's like one side is in the best state, but the other side is carrying a negative state of continuous blood loss. It's just a dream to win.
Of course, Murong Chuan guessed wrong on one point.
It's not that there is no way to kill the dead ghost frog, and the way to kill it is very simple, but it must be captured first.
As long as the dead ghost frog is in the ancient tree, it is equivalent to being one with the ancient tree, and it is impossible to kill it.
The only way to really harm it is to capture it and strip it from the old tree.
The method of capture is not difficult, at least in the eyes of the Zi family.
Any energy binding technique, as long as it can withstand the corrosion of the ancient tree, can catch the dead ghost frog.
For the Zi family's Tianji Kungfu, it can be captured by condensing it into a net at will, but it is somewhat difficult for other monks.
However, this is good news for Murong Chuan. Although his Tianji Kungfu is messy, at least it can condense treasures, and it is only strong but not weak.
Zi Luoyan's suggestion is very simple, weave a soul-binding net with the water pattern, and just throw it down to catch it.
Carrying reinforcements and a think tank with him made Murong Chuanmei forget about it, and the smile on his mouth became even more intense.
"Asshole, help me get a live one, I want to study it."
Just when Murong Chuan's spiritual consciousness was about to evacuate, Shang Yuyao made a very firm request.
For the Encyclopedia of Spiritual Beasts, being able to study unheard-of spiritual beasts is definitely worthy of a crazy look.
If Murong Chuan disagrees, she will definitely go and catch it herself.
At the same time, the speed of the crowd was accelerating, and gusts of evil wind raged under their feet, as if the group of dead ghost frogs knew that their tribe had been captured.
All the monks were terrified, but their hearts were eager to try, and they were all preparing spells while running.
Murong Chuan looked left and right, looking for Fengyue's position while observing the surrounding situation, and at the same time relieved the weakest point.
If you want to capture the dead ghost frog, of course you must look for the weakest point, so that there will be fewer people fighting for it.
Originally, Murongchuan wanted to tell Fengyue the true utility and value of the dead ghost frog, but after thinking about it, he gave up.
This silly girl almost ruined his big business, so if she is not allowed to suffer, it is difficult to explain his unhappiness.
The wind under the feet is getting more and more restless. Although there is a thick ground, everyone's feelings are very obvious.
It seems that under their feet, there are hordes of dead ghost frogs restless, gathering into groups of dead ghost frogs to follow them.
"Everyone be careful!"
Bei Si warned loudly, and held the captured dead ghost frog in his hand, and crushed the seal in his hand fiercely.
The dead ghost frog let out a mournful wail, and dissipated into smoke without a trace, leaving only a gray-white heart.
The dead ghost frog's body dissipated, and its gray-white heart cracked and turned into powder. It was controlled by an invisible force and scattered on the people of the Holy Cult of Blood Prison.
The monks didn't know why, and couldn't figure out what the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison was doing, but Murong Chuan had sharp eyes, and after the gray-white heart shattered, he released a gray-white core.
Bei Si grabbed it in his hands without a trace, and the next moment everyone felt a biting cold, and the dead ghost frog rioted.
This time there was no difference, and all members could feel the brutal, cold, and biting cold.
"Bei Si, you bastard!"
Fengyue sternly reprimanded, clicking to kill the ghost frog at this time, it is clear that it is to provoke the group of dead ghost frogs to attack, and they are the bait of the dead ghost frog.
"Miss Feng, the road ahead is dangerous, and this battle is inevitable."
Bei Si's voice was still calm, but his people were floating up into the air, the red light in his hands was continuously gathering under his feet, and a huge blood net gradually formed.
"You guys are crazy! The vitality plunder after floating in the air is extremely fast, and it can't last until the end of the spell!"
Hu Tianguang yelled in horror, Fengyue's eyes flickered with frightening light, he stared at Bei Si for a moment, and then turned to the vigilant Murong Chuan.
That gritted teeth looked like he was looking at a heartbreaker, but Murong Chuan didn't blush and his heart didn't beat, and he rebuked angrily:
"You fool, your life is almost gone, why do you care about others! If you have that spare time, you might as well think about how to survive."
Murong Chuan puffed out his belly, hopped and cursed, his rascal appearance almost made Hu Tianguang vomit blood.
His original intention was to persecute the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison, so that they would not hide their secrets and face difficulties together, but he did not expect to be sprayed bloody by Murong Chuan.
Murong Chuan's meaning is also very clear, the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison has already baited you, if you have time to argue meaninglessly, you might as well think about how to survive.
There is a gap in thinking between people, and this gap determines a person's life or death.
After Fengyue discovered the mutation, she arranged a wind spirit array under her feet, with restraint as the main force and suppression as the supplement.
She cast spells with more than a dozen Feng family monks, insisting that it should be no problem to capture a dead ghost frog.
As long as the heart of the dead ghost frog is crushed, they can also be caught in the air.
Murong Chuan was even more extreme. His body was surrounded by dense water vapor and covered with a thick water curtain.
Rather than calling it a soul-binding net, it might as well be called a soul-binding water curtain.
Using the mysterious armor shield of the Mother Qi of all things as a template, he improved and realized a water curtain for binding souls.
He was fed up with the icy coldness of the wind, and the water curtain could not only capture the dead ghost frog, but also had a certain defensive effect.
"careful!"
Bei Si issued a warning again, and in an instant, the wind blew up under his feet, and pale arms flew out.
The howling of ghosts and wolves was like the screams of hell, stirring everyone's minds non-stop, and the casual cultivators who were already flustered by you suddenly fell into chaos.
"Ah, ghost hand, ghost hand!"
"My feet!"
"My leg, my, poof..."
After the ghost hand grabbed the monks, another ghost hand protruded from the elbow joint, directly piercing their hearts.
The living monks were still struggling, and the struggling monks were slowly pulled under the surface.
The witty monks headed by Hu Tianguang all hid on the edge of the Feng family, surviving with the help of the wind spirit array.
The monks headed by Qi Mu'er had to hide at the foot of the Holy Cult of Blood Prison because they were far away from Feng's house.
Due to the automatic diversion of the bait, the group of dead ghost frogs also took the initiative to separate, swimming towards the Feng family and the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison respectively.
Only Murong Chuan stood out from the crowd, as if he had been frightened stupid, staring blankly at the crowd, watching the ghost hand stretch out and retract.
"Bastard, you are waiting to die!"
Fengyue scolded loudly, and Qi Mu'er also found Murong Chuan in a daze, and angrily scolded: "Idiot, you are so frightened, why don't you run away."
Although Qi Mu'er is smart, but no matter what, she still has a bit of conscience.
Murong Chuan looked at them and said blankly, "Why do you want to run away? I'm a Taoist priest, and I'm good at capturing souls."
While speaking, several terrifying ghost hands stretched out and grabbed his ankles and lower back, and some ghost hands even grabbed the back of his head.