Chapter 68: The Great Treasure Snatcher (Third Update)

  Monday is here again, it's time to trouble everyone again! Brothers and sisters who haven't slept yet, come and get the first wave of votes! Crazy ticket-snatching night, Skull is a new book period, needs more care, thank you for your support!

  A suffocating pressure enveloped him, forcing Zhang Daorou to cough up another mouthful of blood, his face deathly pale. Meanwhile, Cheng Lili's entire body was flushed red as if she had been pumped full of blood.

  "Get out, kid! Leave one arm behind!"

  The pressure grew greater and greater, and Su Ming and Zhao Lingyun hastily retreated while the Fire Rooster charged forward to block their path.

  A voice came from all directions in the dark, and the pressure also increased, but the three of them did not feel anything.

  "Master uncle, save me."

  Zhang Daoju gritted his teeth and forcibly tore off his left arm, "Leave a name for my senior, one day the Ten Thousand Demons Sect will surely repay this debt!"

  "You're not worthy, get out!"

  With a loud roar, Zhang Daoju rushed out with a rolling and crawling motion, and even dragged the half-dead Cheng Lili away in the chaos.

  The pressure is gone.

  But outside, several onlookers knew that a fight had broken out inside. There was a magical formation, but it dissipated soon after. A man and woman crawled out in disarray, and upon seeing the newcomers, they were startled.

  Zhang Dao Ru, one of the seven demons of the Wanmo Cult, a top-notch expert in the Wanmo Cult, was actually chopped off his arm.

  Zhao Lingxuan was drenched in sweat all over her body, leaning against Wang Meng's body until the two of them left before relaxing, instantly becoming very pale.

  Wang Meng supported Zhao Lingxuan and said in a low voice, "Baby, focus your energy and circulate the power of the exercise!"

  This voice was like an echo in Zhao Lingxuan's heart, and she slowly sat up. The battle with Zhang Daorong just now was an unprecedented experience for her. At home, there were also seniors to guide her, but it was a completely different story. With eighteen layers against more than forty layers, the battle just now had almost exhausted her yuan force.

  Suoming gripped the hammer tightly, staring around him with a fierce gaze, but his hand was shaking slightly. That witch's fire talisman was quite powerful.

  "What should we do?"

  Wang Meng smiled and patted Suo Ming's shoulder. "It's okay, put down the hammer, let's set up the tent and take it easy."

  The dark clouds have dispersed, and several groups of people certainly saw the situation here, but no one dared to move.

  Lian Yinmo Zhang Daorujun lost an arm, who dares to try again.

  Wang Meng carried Zhao Lingxuan in, this little girl was really light, she should eat more.

  As soon as he entered the tent, Suo Ming plopped down on the ground with a thud, panting heavily. This was also too stimulating.

  If it were just Wang Meng and Suo Ming, they wouldn't have encountered this kind of thing, but Zhao Lingxuan was really too eye-catching, with all sorts of magical treasures and spiritual beasts on her body, and she herself was a top-grade furnace tripod coveted by many demonic cultivators, yet she dared to run around everywhere.

  No doubt she had slipped out secretly again.

  "Brother Meng, what's going on? Are these two crazy? How did they tear their own arms off?"

  "I guess I've come back to my senses."

  Wang Meng smiled and said, "Practice your skills well, opportunities are hard to come by."

  Wang Meng's divine consciousness was released, and he was certain that no one around him dared to approach, using seductive techniques in front of him was truly ignorant of the word "death".

  What he is most worried about now is triggering a heavenly calamity, and Zhang Daorong's cleverly arranged dark cloud array has actually helped Wang Meng save energy.

  If Zhang Daojiao were a bit more ruthless, even if he got hurt in the process, Wang Meng would have no way to deal with him. The divine sense was just intimidating people, although the evil cultivators had some secret methods, they were all very damaging.

  Not long after, a commotion broke out outside, and countless figures rushed towards Fog Spirit Mountain. The Thousand-Year-Old Black Wood Essence emerged, and in an instant, dozens of sword lights appeared in the sky.

  But Suo Ming couldn't muster up any interest at all, so it's better for him to just stay here obediently.

  "Suoming, you guys stay here and guard Xiao Xuan, I'll go take a look."

  Wang Meng didn't wait for Suo Ming to return before he flashed out, his divine sense spreading out as he searched for the thousand-year-old Wumu Jing's trail.

  This ebony spirit is truly a spiritual object of wood, as long as there are trees, it can teleport instantly, making a group of practitioners run east and west, but this spirit will eventually get tired, and in the end, it is still difficult to escape the pursuit of the practitioners.

  Wang Meng did not chase after him, and his current situation can only be won by strategy.

  In less than half a time, Wumujing was trapped by the formation method. Two cultivators with more than 40 layers were the strongest among them.

  "Old Gui, give me some face, I'll definitely return it next time!"

  "Lao Ling, I must get this Wumu Jing, so don't compete with me for it."

  "Let's join hands and drive away these onlookers, then we'll see who's superior!"

  "I agree!"

  Two of the strongest sword cultivators quickly reached an agreement, apparently preferring to let each other get it rather than letting others muddy the waters.

  "Kui Gang of the Fire Sect is here, you kids can scram!"

  "Evil Spirit Temple's Lingdu Mountain is here again, all you idle people scatter!"

  The two burst out with yuan force at the same time, and dozens of cultivators around them looked at each other in dismay, staring at the nearby trapped Wumuwu, really reluctant to give up.

  "Within three breaths, if you don't roll away, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

  Kui Gang roared.

  Everyone was busy for half a day, but in the end they were still making wedding clothes for others. However, when facing two old guys with over 40 floors, the number of people didn't count much.

  One after another left, and in a short while, Fog Spirit Mountain was empty. It was quite neat and tidy.

  "Hehe, now it's just the two of us left."

  Wang Meng smiled and withdrew his divine sense, letting them fight for a while, today's luck was pretty good.

  Su Ming was the first to wake up from his meditation, took a deep breath and felt refreshed. For young people, this kind of experience is the most conducive to progress.

  "Boss, it's really incredible! I feel like I'm about to break through!" Suo Ming was truly surprised, who would have thought that a battle could bring such a huge improvement? To think that opening up a new fate mark usually takes at least several months, or even years.

  Wang Meng smiled, the dangerous cultivation method was indeed fast, but it was like walking on a tightrope, once broken, all previous efforts would be in vain. Everyone had their own way of cultivating, and with so many changes in the world, one had to choose their own path, and should choose their own path.

  Next to him, Zhao Lingxuan looked even more quiet, while the two masters on Wuliang Mountain who were over 40 years old fought until the sky was dark and the earth was dim. The magic treasures and spiritual beasts had just started, the sword energy soared into the sky, not only the black wood essence, but once they reached this level of battle, it would affect the reputation of their sects, who would admit defeat.

  Wang Meng naturally hoped that the two would fight more fiercely, so he could take advantage of it. It was easy to deal with Zhang Daorong because this guy used a seductive technique, a kind of soul-enslaving magic that, once grasped by one's divine consciousness, would give quite a violent shock. But the two fighting on the mountain were not so easily fooled.

  I thought Zhao Lingxuan would be fine after replenishing her yuan energy, but unexpectedly this little girl actually wants to advance, this innate talent...

  The fight between the two on the mountain is also coming to an end. Whether he succeeds or not, Wang Meng will make a desperate move.

  "Kui Gang, your Flame Sword hasn't improved at all!"

  Lingduo Mountain was calm and peaceful, but the original energy was surging. He hesitated in his heart whether to continue fighting, if he went on like this, it would truly be a matter of life and death.

  "Lingdu Mountain, your evil spirit hall's trashy swordsmanship can only kill rabbits!" Kui Gang is no better either.

  The most feared thing is to end up in a situation where both sides suffer heavy losses, and even if they get the treasure, it's uncertain whether they can return alive. This thousand-year-old black wood spirit is good, but not that good, yet giving up would be too humiliating, and also too cheap for the opponent.

  "You two kids don't need to fight here, this old man Wumie has some use."

  A sound echoed between heaven and earth.