bestfiction Chapter 192 Slaying the Immortal Rat
Chapter 192 Slaying the Immortal Rat
The spear strikes were incredibly swift, a series of highly penetrating spear thrusts that forced the Immortal Rat Taoist to retreat repeatedly, his body constantly dodging, leaving him no chance to retaliate.
After Zhong Ming finished his move, he slid his left hand along the front of the spear shaft to the vicinity of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, began to rotate his whole body, and spun the spear in place once. After unleashing a powerful splitting motion, the Immortal Rat Taoist calmly retreated and took out a gourd from his waist.
A mouthful of blood choked his throat, and the Immortal Rat Taoist groaned. The continuous dodging of his body greatly aggravated his injuries, and he was in pain all over. But his Taoist magic could not stop. He forced himself to lift the gourd and take a sip, spitting out the wine mixed with blood.
This is utter slander.
"Come on fire!"
A spark of flame appeared from his fingertip, instantly turning the area in front of him into a wall of fire, obscuring everything in front of him.
He was quite unaccustomed to it. Usually, he was flying high in the air, looking down from above. How could he be wandering around on the ground like this, unable to see clearly or walk fast?
Just to be on the safe side, he prepared to launch another attack, tossing the gourd high into the air, clasping his hands together, and muttering incantations.
Before he could finish chanting the incantation, a bright, cold light cleaved the wall of fire in two. Zhong Ming arrived, his body bathed in flames, burning unbearably hot, except for the cold gleam of the spear tip.
Spring and Autumn Hook and Sickle Spear Technique - Great Cold!
Once unleashed, the attack possessed an unstoppable momentum. The Myriad Souls Banner fluttered amidst the clash of heat and cold, and beneath the purple hue lay the roar of divine souls.
"Kid, we'll help you this time as a thank you for taking us out!"
In an instant, the power of the weapon spirit spread out, permeating the tip of the spear, and struck down, leaving the Immortal Rat Taoist with no chance to react.
His expression remained calm. He circulated spiritual energy in his golden soft armor, and the beast-taming poison powder in his hand was ready. He wore steel arm guards hidden under his robes, raised them to block the spear, and finally blew a unique whistle, ordering Red Heron to launch a sneak attack from behind.
He fired the shot, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He felt no force in his hand, and thought disdainfully, 'I gave you a chance, but you blew it away; you even missed...'
The next moment, he saw the world spinning upside down, and his heels seemed to be covered in mud.
The Immortal Rat Taoist crashed to the ground, his entire body split in two from his right shoulder to his left waist. No blood oozed from the wound; the cut surface was completely frozen.
After killing the enemy, Zhong Ming did not hesitate for a moment and continued to rush forward, leaping over half of the corpse.
The irrational Red Heron crashed headlong into the corpse of the Immortal Rat Taoist, falling to the ground together, its eyes glazed as it stared blankly at the departing mysterious man.
As for why Zhong Ming was still running, it was because...
Fire!
It's burning hot!
With his head ablaze, his arms and thighs burned to varying degrees, and his hair likely completely ruined, Zhong Ming was left with only one thought: to plunge into the sea. Even with his wielding the Frostbite spell, he couldn't completely break through the fire magic of a powerful cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining.
Go into the sea to put out the fire.
He plunged into the sea. The water in the shallows was only a few feet deep. He didn't have time to think. He slammed his stick down, and the seawater and the wet sand below mingled together.
Then.....
The seawater around him boiled.
The demonic beasts that had come riding the waves fled in droves. The Great Dao of this secret realm was incomplete, and only a handful of those fortunate enough to have grasped the true meaning of the Great Dao and entered the third rank were hidden in the deep sea. However, very few had cultivated to the second rank; most were first-rank demonic beasts, and they could not withstand the powerful offensive of the Immortal Rat Daoist. Immediately, several fish that were nearby floated to the surface, their white bellies turned white.
Zhong Ming's fever intensified from burning limbs to burning all over his body. He then leaped into the air with a "whoosh," which made him feel better.
The flames on his body went out, leaving only burns and scalds.
.....
Red Heron struggled to its feet and limped toward Zhong Ming. That damned Immortal Rat Taoist cherished its wings so much that all the torment was concentrated on its feet, and now it could barely move.
However... this man is still terrifying.
That terrifying bastard was actually cleaved in two with a single shot!
But why did it take so long to fly here before that?
Its little head thought for a while and came to a conclusion.
This man's skill to instantly kill enemies... once he uses it, he has to wait a long time before he can use it again.
It wanted to submit to Zhong Ming, but Zhong Ming stuck his rear end out in front of it.
Upon closer inspection, Zhong Ming was holding a hook-and-sickle spear, using the barbs to hook all the fish that were floating belly-up in the water.
The bell tolls and the land is barren; how can there be any waste?
After hooking several fish over, he turned around and saw Red Heron standing behind him watching. He casually tossed a first-grade fish demon corpse to it.
The flamingo was shocked.
It's a top-tier first-grade demon beast, and it takes a lot of effort to hunt down enemies of the same level. And... there are several of them at once.
From today onwards, you are my boss.
It cried out, knelt down on the spot, and declared its loyalty.
Zhong Ming: ? ? ? Why don't you like eating fish? If you're not going to eat it, I'll take it back...
......
An hour later, Zhong Ming sat on the back of the red egret and returned the way he came.
He touched his pockmarked, bald head and sighed sadly. His once beautiful hair was completely gone.
His head was covered in burns and scalds. Although the injuries did not damage his internal organs or meridians, they damaged his soul... or more accurately, his self-esteem.
He was already ugly, and his clothes made him look better. Now that his clothes are all gone, he's wearing a turtle shell, and he's covered in injuries, with half of his face charred black. Forget about fooling girls; the other trial soldiers would be lucky if they didn't treat him like a monster to hunt.
The flight was long, lasting several days. Zhong Ming sometimes missed the mining mole. He thought about how, although it had gnawed two holes in the polishing brick, eaten many spirit stones, slept all day and did nothing, and even gnawed on his back, and throwing it out might not have even served any purpose...
It gave me an empty pet pouch.
As for his comrades, he wasn't nervous. If the enemy followed him, then Yue Kaishan and the others would be safe. His only worry was that they might tame a few red herons and then fly around aimlessly to find him. In the vast ocean, it would be difficult to miss them.
As he pondered, he grew hungry. On a whim, he took some food from his dentures and began to chew. He wanted to examine the corpse of the Immortal Rat Taoist, but he was also afraid of being discovered.
Given the sheer size of this beast tide, the culprit couldn't possibly be this guy. It wouldn't be good if people found out he killed him.
However, he is now so badly injured that he looks completely different from before. Even Xueyan wouldn't recognize him if she came, so there's no need to worry too much.
The red heron beneath Zhongming had eaten the fish demon and was now much stronger, flying with all its might, hoping that its new boss would appreciate it. But after flying for several days, while Zhongming was on its back munching on the exquisite snacks from the sky stronghold "Chat Room," its stomach began to rumble uncontrollably.
"Hmm? Hungry? Turn around, you should eat something too."
Zhong Ming patted its head, "spit out" a piece of meat cake, and stuffed it into the red egret's mouth the instant it turned its head.
At this moment, Zhong Ming had no idea what kind of new world he was opening for the Red Heron, or what kind of trouble he would bring to the kitchen of the Sky Outpost.