Chapter 105: The Helpless Fatty

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  Under the feet of Nanming, a faint light was trampled, suspended in mid-air, his eyes coldly staring at the terrifying statue tens of meters away, his hand grasping a half-dead monk.

  His actions naturally attracted the attention of many monks present.

  On the opposite side of Nanming, there is a vivid snake monster statue. Unlike the previous Hu Tian Snake Dragon King, this snake monster has a smaller body, with a longer and narrower head, and its eyes emit a fierce red glow.

  Even before approaching the statue, the murderous aura that comes head-on can make a person's mind abnormal. Even those of Nanming's caliber do not dare to approach this statue easily.

  He pulled out a rope from the storage bag, and Nan Ming tied up the monk whose life or death was uncertain. Then he flew slightly higher, shaking the rope in his hand.

  "With an 'ah' of surprise, the bound monk was thus carried away."

  Several dozen monks in the field stared at what would happen next.

  As a result, the monk's body and statue narrowly missed each other, then floated back again.

  "Hum!" The statue of the eagle emitted a red glow all over its body, as if a substantial murderous aura was spreading in all directions.

  The vivid and lifelike statue of the serpent-like monster, its eyes seemed to come alive at this moment, staring at the monks present, with its gaze finally falling on Nanming.

  Being stared at by Snake Monster's gaze, Nan Ming's heart also felt a bit hairy, and his body retreated back slightly.

  After a while, the statue remained still without any movement.

  The southern darkness draws near once more, and the rope shakes again.

  The monk's body once again brushed past the statue, this time the snake monster just stared coldly at Nan Ming, but also showed no signs of taking action.

  After a moment of contemplation, a resolute glint suddenly flashed in his eyes. With a fierce flick of his hand, the monk's entire body charged towards the statue.

  "Bang!" The monk's head suddenly hit the statue's body.

  The skull cracked open, and red blood and white brain matter suddenly flowed out all over the statue's body.

  Blood stained the surface of the statue, but was soon absorbed.

  A strange red glow flickered across the surface of the entire statue.

  At this scene, a flash of light flashed under Nanming's feet, and his body shot out in the distance.

  The red light quickly enveloped the entire statue and continued to spread in all directions.

  One meter, ten meters, twenty meters...

  Soon, within a radius of fifty meters around the snake monster, the ground was covered with a layer of red light.

  The "hiss" monster suddenly let out a chilling sound, and the red glow around it gradually dissipated into its body.

  A pair of venomous eyes stared at the monks around them.

  "This demon beast has probably reached level four." Some cultivators said with a fearful tone.

  "If we go forward, isn't that just sending ourselves to death?"

  ……

  Many monks were flying in mid-air, observing from a distance this terrifying serpent monster.

  The serpent was over twenty meters long, about the thickness of a water bucket, its entire body a dark greyish-blue color. The snake's skin seemed very supple and flexible, while its eyes showed no emotion whatsoever, shining with a fierce red light.

  "Let's work together. If we don't kill this snake, none of us will be able to enter the inner temple."

  The cold voice of Nan Ming spread throughout the scene.

  There were about fifty or sixty monks in the entire arena, and each of them was an elite among their peers. Every one of them had a few earth-shattering moves up their sleeves, and their strength should not be underestimated.

  Under the urging of Nan Ming, the monks in the field slowly approached the serpent monster.

  It's strange that this snake monster never left the range of the red circle with a diameter of 50 meters, even if the monks outside approached slightly, it didn't come out.

  "Hsss~~" The snake monster kept making a heart-trembling sound, but it couldn't stop the slow approach of these elite monks.

  When dozens of people present approached this red circle, they all stopped in their tracks and didn't dare take another step forward.

  Anyone with a little bit of brains would know that the snake monster didn't dare to leave the range of this red light due to some kind of scruple.

  "Everyone use magic attacks to try it out." Nan Ming snapped his fingers, and instantly, a pale blue ice ball condensed in his hand.

  The monks present would cast simple spells to attack the giant snake.

  Dozens of spells with powers no less than second-order attacked the giant serpent.

  However, at this moment, a red light shield suddenly surged up on the periphery of the Red Circle, blocking all spells, without even leaving a ripple.

  "What's going on? The attack isn't working on it!" Some of the monks were stunned.

  "Otherwise, let everyone try a more powerful spell."

  "I'll attack with my spirit energy!"

  ……

  The monks present immediately demonstrated their skills, and the colorful lights of various colors poured onto the red light shield like a meteor shower, mixed with many spiritual attacks.

  However, no matter how it was attacked, the red light shield remained still, without shaking at all.

  All the masters fell silent.

  "It's definitely necessary to enter that red light shield in order to attack it." Some of the monks quickly came to this conclusion.

  Enter the red light shield? Who is willing?

  The monks present looked at me and I looked back at them, neither of us willing to go in first.

  Zhang Heng was also depressed, if things continued like this, when would the Blood Kill Temple be able to open?

  "Haha, I think it's better if we don't enter the temple after all. We might as well go to the outer layer of the cave and enjoy the autumn breeze."

  At this moment, a long and extremely fat monk next to him was talking nonsense.

  Zhang Heng glanced sideways and saw that this person was none other than Wang Yuan, whom he had met not long ago. At this moment, there was also a blood kill mark on his head, which meant that he had collected three blood kill marks.

  "That fatty, it's you, come in!" Nan Ming's icy gaze locked onto Wang Yuan's body.

  "Ah! How is it me?" Wang Yuan shrunk his neck and was about to make a run for it.

  Just then, three Foundation Building cultivators flew out from the ten people of the Azure Snow Xiangyun Sect, their feet flashing with a faint light, and blocked the fat man.

  Zhang Heng was shocked, and it turned out that Bi Xue Xiang Yun Zong still had three foundation-building cultivators, including Nan Ming and Mu Xuan, making a total of five.

  Facing the siege of three Jiedan monks, Wang Yuan was quickly captured without any counterattack.

  "Let me go... I'll go in myself." Wang Yuan shouted loudly.

  "Mu Shi Mei, you come instead." Nan Ming said to Mu Xuan beside him.

  Mu Xuan didn't say much either, her jade-like hand pointed, and from the storage bag, she took out a long and thin silver thread.

  A faint stream of spiritual energy flowed into his hands, and instantly, the entire silver thread lengthened several times, becoming as hard as steel wire.

  The jade hand waved gently, and the silver thread wrapped around Wangyuan like this.

  But these silver threads did not restrict Wang Yuan's limbs, allowing him to move very freely.

  "The hardness of this silver thread is no less than that of a top-grade spiritual artifact, don't think about escaping its control." Mu Xuan warned the fatty in advance.

  "With just one thought, I can make you die instantly."

  "Indeed!" Wang Yuan was depressed and couldn't help but feel that in front of Mu Xuan, a cultivator who had never seen or heard of him before, he really couldn't show off any skills.

  "Come in!" Nan Ming shouted.

  "Come in! Come in!" The monks around him shouted.

  Under such circumstances, no one will stand up for Wang Yuan, even his fellow disciples.

  "Die, fatty! Serves you right!" A cold voice with a hint of resentment came from beside Zhang Heng.

  Zhang Heng glanced sideways and was startled.

  Isn't that Yuwen Lin? At this moment, Yuwen Lin's handsome face was swollen in many places, his hair was disheveled, and one arm hung weakly down.

  Is this still Yuwen Lin, the top cultivator of the Wind Flow Sect's Qi Refining stage?

  It seems that after Zhang Heng left, Yuwen Lin and Wang Yuan's collision ended with Yuwen Lin's defeat.

  "This fatty is not simple..." Zhang Heng thought to himself.

  "Come in! Come in!"

  Among the shouts of dozens of monks, the fat man reluctantly walked towards the red forbidden circle.

  In the last moment, he looked at the monks present with a sorrowful and mournful expression, an expression that was so tragic.

  He stepped into the crimson forbidden zone without hesitation...