Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 343 - 255 completely wiped out_1

Chapter 343: 255 completely wiped out_1

A series of whooshing sounds arose as dense golden arrows shot forth, piercing into the thunder light. At the same time, a large number of arrows gleaming with yellow light also entered the thunder light, with a faint sound of metal clashing against metal.

A huge red brick flew straight toward them, smashing into the silver thunder light.

Just then, a black giant axe sparkling with spiritual light flew out, colliding with the red brick, emitting the sound of metal striking metal.

Shen Long’s divine sense detected that Wu Mo’s presence suddenly vanished.

His reaction was quick, the small green lock on his chest lit up with a dazzling green light, followed by the appearance of a thick green light screen. At the same time, his body glowed red, growing red dragon scales.

A gust of wind blew behind him, and Wu Mo appeared with a pair of red wings on his back, which were ethereal and not solid.

As soon as Wu Mo materialized, he flicked his sleeve, and a talisman flickering with red light flew out, emitting terrifying fluctuations of fire spiritual energy.

The fourth-rank talisman, the Redflame Extinguishing Spirit Talisman, which Wu Mo had acquired early on from the lair of an ancient cultivator and had always kept as a trump card, was now used directly against Shen Long, indicating his wariness of Shen Long.

With a muffled sound, the Redflame Extinguishing Spirit Talisman burst apart, turning into a flaming red palm about a zhang large and struck at Shen Long.

The incident happened suddenly, and Shen Long had no way to evade. He slapped a golden spirit beast bag at his waist, and tens of thousands of Gold-Winged Fire Ants flew out, rapidly converging into a set of golden armor that protected Shen Long’s entire body, deploying the Beetle Magic.

The red fiery palm hit the green light screen, which caved in like a bubble and shattered instantly, with the red fiery palm then striking the golden armor.

Shen Long felt a tremendous force assault him, sending him flying backward and spitting out a large mouthful of essence blood, his face turning pale.

Wu Mo’s body burst with dark light, and he began chanting softly, a series of profound incantations emanating from his mouth.

A series of sharp and piercing screams sounded as if a sharp sword had pierced into Wu Mo’s sea of consciousness, causing unbearable pain, and the chanting stopped abruptly.

Several thick green vines broke through the ground, entangling Wu Mo’s feet.

A silver lightning column a zhang in diameter tore through the sky, striking Wu Mo accurately, and his figure was submerged in blinding silver lightning.

Amidst the flashing lightning and roaring thunder, streaks of silver lightning struck down, the lightning growing increasingly dazzling.

After a while, as the lightning dissipated, Wu Mo’s figure was revealed, his body emitting puffs of black smoke, his clothes tattered, with several small cuts on his body, and his aura somewhat wilted.

By this time, Shen Long was already dozens of miles away, and Xu Tong and the other four had been killed, their bodies lying on the ground.

"You’re courting death!"

Enraged, Wu Mo turned into a fleeing light and gave chase.

Shen Long had stolen his opportunity and killed his clansmen, but most importantly, Shen Long had been severely injured by the fourth-rank talisman, making it the perfect opportunity to kill Shen Long, an opportunity too good to miss.

Tens of miles away, Shen Long’s face was pale and his breath was weak.

The fourth-rank talisman was immensely powerful, but fortunately, the defensive treasures and the Gold-Winged Fire Ants had absorbed much of the damage. In addition, with his strong body, he had managed to avoid total destruction. If it had been an ordinary core formation cultivator who had resisted the hit from the fourth-rank talisman, they would certainly have been destroyed both in body and spirit.

Shen Long’s divine sense detected Wu Mo’s presence, and a sneer formed on his lips.

Soon, he passed through a bamboo forest, and ahead was a vast barren plain. The sky was overcast, giving an oppressive feeling.

Shen Long appeared above the wasteland, and a silver lightning bolt as thick as an adult’s arm struck down, accurately hitting his protective spirit light.

Seeing that there were restrictions, Wu Mo immediately stopped, his eyes full of wariness.

He noticed that Shen Long’s speed was not decreasing but increasing, looking like he was in a desperate escape.

Combining the intelligence he had received, Shen Long was able to perform instantaneous movement using the Fire-Winged Talisman, probably because the talisman’s power was exhausted, leaving him unable to perform instantaneous movement.

"Think you can escape! Leave your life behind."

Wu Mo sneered coldly, his red wings flapping gently, and he disappeared from his spot.

As Shen Long was fleeing, a strong gust of wind blew through the void, and Wu Mo materialized, blocking Shen Long’s path.

Wu Mo’s hands each held a black giant axe that sparkled with spiritual light, which he swung at Shen Long.

Shen Long’s hands turned into red dragon claws and struck back.

With two "clang" sounds, Shen Long was sent flying backward and crashed heavily onto the ground.

Two thick silver bolts of lightning struck down, heading straight for Shen Long and Wu Mo.

A sharp and piercing shriek erupted, making Wu Mo feel as if a sharp sword had slashed across his sea of consciousness, causing him to feel dizzy and disoriented.

Seizing the opportunity, the silver lightning struck Wu Mo, enveloping him in silver radiance.

A series of whooshing sounds rang out as several dozen-foot-long white ice blades flew through the air and successively sank into the silver lightning, producing a series of muffled sounds; the white ice blades seemed to have struck an iron wall.

A white ice blade shone with blinding light, and an Ice Flood Dragon burst forth.

The Ice Flood Dragon opened its mouth to unleash a thick beam of white light that plunged into the lightning, while its tail transformed into a long whip, sweeping toward the silver lightning.

With a dull thud, Wu Mo flew out from amidst the lightning, crashing heavily onto the ground; at the same time, a black centipede fell from the lightning, its body split into several parts.

The black centipede was Wu Mo’s Life-Bound Sorcery Insect, akin to the Life-Bound Spirit Beast of the Human Clan’s Spirit Controller. With his Life-Bound Sorcery Insect killed, Wu Mo vomited a large mouthful of essence blood.

Stalks of green vines broke through the soil, coiling around Wu Mo’s body, pinning him to the ground.

Wu Mo turned his head towards Shen Long, who had summoned the Absorbing Thunder Pearl, drawing all the silver lightning into it.

"Absorbing Thunder Pearl!"

Wu Mo’s complexion turned ugly.

Shen Long had pretended to be outmatched, intentionally luring Wu Mo to pursue him, leading him here to exploit the power of the array’s restriction to kill Wu Mo.

Wu Mo struggled violently to tear the green vines apart; as they broke, new vines swiftly emerged from the ground, binding him like a rice dumpling. A silver bolt of lightning tore through the sky, striking him, and before the radiance could fade, a second bolt descended.

The thunderous roars continued, faintly mixed with shrill cries of agony.

Shen Long released hundreds of thousands of Gold-Winged Fire Ants, which quickly coalesced into a golden trident covered in golden flames, radiating a terrifying high temperature.

Now that he had over a hundred third-tier Gold-Winged Fire Ants, when they formed a weapon-like shape, their attacking power had increased significantly.

The golden trident flew towards the silver lightning.

Two huge black axes burst from within the lightning, striking the golden trident and slicing it into three pieces, reverting to several hundreds of thousands of Gold-Winged Fire Ants.

The fire ants abruptly condensed again, forming golden arrows that flew into the lightning, carrying with them Wu Mo’s screams of agony.

The Ice Flood Dragon flew over, its right claw reaching out to swipe at the lightning, and a large number of Gold-Winged Fire Ants emerged from the lightning.

With a thunderous rumble, the ground quivered slightly.

As the lightning dissipated, a huge claw mark appeared in the ground, and Wu Mo had been reduced to mush.

Wu Mo was also a practitioner of body cultivation, with a strong physical body, but still somewhat inferior to the Ice Flood Dragon.

Shen Long flew over, sifting through the remains to find a black storage bag. He took out a Soul Refining Bowl and collected Wu Mo’s spirit soul.

"That performance wasn’t bad!"

Shen Long praised, allowing the Ice Flood Dragon to consume Wu Mo’s corpse.

He fed the Ice Flood Dragon a Beast Nurturing Pill, collected the Tree Person and Gold-Winged Fire Ants back into his spirit beast bag, climbed atop the Ice Flood Dragon’s head, and the dragon flew towards the bamboo forest.

Arriving near the corpses of Xu Tong and the others, Shen Long looted their possessions and spirit souls, letting the Ice Flood Dragon devour their bodies, and then he entered the mountainside cave within the valley.

The Xuangui Great Array was still operational; Shen Long placed a medium-grade spirit stone into the groove of the array plate and inserted a spell, causing the array plate to light up with a dazzling yellow brilliance.

A large amount of yellow mist gushed forth in the valley, obscuring the view of the interior from outside.

Shen Long took out a Gold Ganoderma Pill and popped it into his mouth.

The elixir melted upon entry, and he quickly began cultivating to assimilate its power.

Since his advancement to the Core Formation Stage, it was the first time he had sustained severe injuries. In the act of killing Wu Mo, his spirit beasts and insects had played a significant role.

Shen Long felt that his bottleneck had loosened considerably; this might be his opportunity to resolve the bottleneck.

Prior to this, he had experienced slight easing of his bottleneck, but not to a large degree. The extent of relaxation this time was considerable, and he felt himself drawing closer to the Late Stage of Core Formation.