The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Chapter 513 Murong's egg hurts, ghost hand reappears

Fengyue gouged out Murong Chuan's eyes without a trace, then walked towards Bei Temple without a trace, and Sanxiu also sent two people to discuss the next countermeasures together.

Bei Si still wanted to ask Murong Chuan to discuss it, but the cunning Murong Chuan collapsed on the ground, clutching his ankle and howling, humming:

"Hey, I just came up with this idea in a hurry to save my life. I don't have the brains to catch ghosts."

Everyone couldn't help but smile, to be honest, this is the most suitable urine for a fat man.

People say that a dog jumps over a wall in a hurry, a rabbit bites a person in a hurry, and a person has a way out when he is in a hurry, and it seems that it is true at all.

But it was futile to discuss, and the information of the Holy Cult of Blood Prison was only from the classics, and there was no way to deal with it.

However, the people present are all arrogant people, and after a little discussion, they really have an idea.

No matter what kind of monster the dead ghost frog is, there are at least two things for sure.

First, they can swim in ancient trees, which means they can appear anywhere.

Second, they are spiritual bodies, which can be countered with spells or spells, or directly suppressed with the vision of the sea of ​​bitterness.

Although the plan was not perfect, it can be judged from the sneak attack of the dead ghost frogs that they are not too strong.

As long as they are still afraid, there must be a way to deal with it.As for which method is easy to use, it needs bait to play a role.

Because the ancient trees of the Nai River are constantly sucking vitality, everyone can't delay too much. After quickly agreeing on the method, they set off again.

There are always seven monks who have been marked, and three of them died before, leaving only Murong Chuan and four others.

The Feng family protects two, the Holy Church of Blood Prison protects one, and the loose cultivator group protects one.

This was not done for the sake of the Feng family, but because the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison was in charge of catching them, and the Loose Cultivation Group was in charge of supporting them.

Although the Holy Cult of Blood Hell is a cult, it is precisely because it is a cult that it has ways to deal with these weird things.

It's true that everyone is a monk, and there are quite a few monks in the Divine Bridge Realm, but if you don't understand the situation and act rashly, it will easily cause unnecessary trouble.

Just like when Murong Chuan dodged before, if he hadn't attacked all at once and only let the monks of the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison cast spells, he might have caught a dead ghost frog just now.

The people went on the road again, and after running forward not far, they encountered a cliff again, and gusts of dark wind roared into the sky, blocking their way.

It's strange to say that before, there was a flat river, but now it is full of ditches, as if the good luck has run out.

Before, everyone imagined that if they walked a few steps along the way, they would encounter a cliff.

With the recovery time of the cliff, they can definitely walk to the core palace.

But the reality is so cruel. The hope that had just risen was wiped out by the dead ghost frog's piss.

After the cloudy wind subsided, I flew on the cliff again, feeling restless except for anxiety, and I no longer had the calmness I had before.

Everyone is on guard, under the dark cliff, a ghastly hand will protrude and pull him into the endless abyss.

The monks were extremely vigilant, and they were extremely fast when crossing the cliff, and they didn't have the mood to recover in the air.

But what confuses everyone is that if they don't have enough rest, they can't last too long, and they will die on the road sooner or later.

"The four of you go to the ground and stand at intervals, while the rest of you are suspended on the edge of the cliff to recover!"

Fengyue ordered in a cold voice, and she took the Feng family monks to meditate and recover regardless of the reaction of everyone.

Fengyue's idea didn't come true, so she naturally wanted to play a little temper, not to mention she didn't know how to restrain herself.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, the Holy Cult of Blood Prison was the second to keep up, suspended near the cliff, and meditated to dissolve the erysipelas.

The two families in charge recovered one after another. Although casual cultivators did not want to hang on the cliff, they couldn't persist in order to survive.

Ever since, watching everyone trembling again, suspended above the dark cliff, they meditated in fear and recovered.

What hurt the most was the four monks who were left alone on the shore, and among them was Murong Chuan.

Not only were the other monks burying him, but the other three of the four sympathetic fellows also didn't give him good looks.

It was his bait theory, which stumped them so much that they lost even the chance to stand up.

So what if he is abandoned, the worst is to give up Chongbao, give up the hope of leaving, and return to the jungle to be happy and happy.

But what is it like to be a bait, let alone worrying about it, you have to be scared all the time.

Death is not terrible, the terrible thing is to worry all the time, maybe you will die in the next moment, but death will not come for a long time.

It's like being sentenced to death. After finally determined to wait for death, pulling the trigger turned out to be a stink bomb.

After finally adjusting my state, I took a deep breath and laughed to the sky, but there were two stink bombs in succession.

This torment of waiting for death is the mentality of those three people.

They would rather die now, or turn around and leave, than stay here and wait for the death that will come at an unknown time.

Therefore, the three of them had deep resentment towards Murong Chuan, but from where they stood, it was enough to explain many problems.

Although the four of them were all standing on the ground, Murong Chuan stood alone, and the other three were relatively close.

This kind of position has been made clear, they are creating an opportunity for the dead ghost frog, and kill this Shaqiandao first.

"I said, everyone, we got to know each other for a while, we can't be so unfeeling.

At any rate, I saved you from the fate of being expelled. You shouldn't treat me like this because of emotion and reason. "

Murong Chuan stepped forward to chat cheekily, and the three retreated in unison without saying a word, strictly controlling the distance between them and him.

All the monks watched with stealthy eyes, but very few of them practiced in earnest.

The surroundings are too weird, except for the Feng family and the Holy Cult of Blood Prison, many people are just pretending.

They are always paying attention to the surrounding environment, for fear of death for no reason.

Seeing that no one wanted to see him, Murong Chuan stopped sticking his butt, and sat on the ground instead, fiddling with his calves.

After being scratched by the ghost claw, although he didn't notice any serious problems along the way, the recovery of his left leg was not complete.

Whenever the vitality is about to be replenished, there will always be vitality pouring out, and the cycle will cause the left leg to dry up.

When he lifted up his trouser legs, all the monks who were peeking at him gasped in unison.

The dark palm prints were eerie and strange, as if they were growing on the ankles, and it was impossible to get rid of them.

"Damn, it's so fierce, it shouldn't be poisoned."

Murong Chuan didn't feel any thoughts, he didn't care about the loss of life at all, but was more worried about poisoning or other situations.

He has a lot of spiritual herbs stored, and Shui Jianji is still refining alchemy in the Sumeru Two Worlds Fan, which is enough for him to go back and forth several times.

But if the dead ghost frog is poisonous, then he will be in pain.

Seeing the calf gradually shriveled, Murong Chuan's hand flashed a cold light, and the calf was cut open.

In an instant, a gust of dark wind blew out from the wound, bringing out a large amount of blood.

There was no stench as expected, and no black blood as imagined. Apart from a faint fishy smell, there was no weird smell in the air.

As the Yin wind continued to emerge, Murong Chuan's calf also recovered rapidly, it seemed that the Yin wind was causing trouble.

But at the moment when the dark wind emerged, a sudden mutation occurred!