Chapter 515: The Great Evil Thing

Even a Yuanying ancestor like Master Jingyin couldn't help but be alert when she saw the black light column breaking through the ground.

If Master Jingyin hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, she might have been ambushed. The black light column was clearly a secret attack and killing technique of the Yuanying level. In other words, if Master Jingyin was hit by it, she would be seriously injured at least, if not killed.

The diameter of the black light column was three feet, and what was more fatal was that it contained a trace of strong demonic energy, which was the biggest reason why Master Jingyin's face turned pale.

Just like the Buddha's light can restrain the demonic energy, the demonic energy can also restrain the Buddha's light.

However, with Master Jingyin's identity, she had never heard that there was a demon cultivator of the Yuanying level hidden in the Dragon and Tiger Pond. If that was true, she would not have dared to be so arrogant before.

Could it be that a new change has occurred in the Dragon and Tiger Pond?

As Nun Jingyin was thinking about this, nine beams of light flew over from all directions. When the light reached the ground, nine Buddhist cultivators appeared, all of them were Yuanying ancestors. These nine people were the nine Yuanying Buddhist cultivators who were searching for the traces of the Grass-headed Miasma Mother outside the garrison. They sensed the changes in the garrison and immediately returned to defend, but they were one step too late.

After learning about the incident from Nun Jingyin, the nine Buddhist cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Yuanying-level demon cultivator? This shouldn't be possible!"

"Although the fisherwoman is an ancient relic, she is only a seventh-level demon beast and not a demon beast. Could it be that apart from it, there are other Yuanying-level beings in Longhutan?"

"What can make Junior Sister Jingyin so afraid must be a Yuanying-level attack. I'm afraid that Longhutan has changed in the hundreds of years we have let it go!"

The nine Buddhist cultivators talked to each other, but Nun Jingyin never said a word.

"Oh right! That donor Xiao..." Someone finally remembered Xiao Mian's existence, but before he could finish his words, another Buddhist cultivator interrupted him and said, "Humph! Even if you and I are Yuanying, we have to be extremely cautious when we see that grass-headed miasma mother. It's ridiculous that donor Xiao actually tried to trap the grass-headed miasma mother with his Jindan cultivation. Isn't this courting death? In my opinion, we don't have to bother rescuing this kid. I'm afraid he has already entered the cycle of reincarnation!"

The one who said this was Ming Jing, the representative of Longhua Temple on this trip, and also Fawu's master. Among the ten famous temples, Longhua Temple and Xiao Mian have a lot of grudges.

The other Buddhist cultivators either looked indifferent or lowered their eyebrows in thought, but no one said anything. Instead, the silent Nun Jingyin couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"Although that boy is a bit hateful, he is after all a distinguished guest of my West Shuzhou. What, have you forgotten the instructions of the little saint monk before he left?" As she spoke, Nun Jingyin's cold eyes swept across the faces of the nine monks one by one, and finally said calmly: "Besides, I once said that as long as he does not step out of the station, I will protect his safety. Although he is cunning, he has not crossed the line after all. Naturally, I will do my best to save him."

"Junior Sister Jingyin! You still have full authority to decide the trip to Longhutan..."

"What is there to decide? The grass-headed miasma mother has appeared, so I will follow it all the way. Even if I can't subdue it, I can't let it make trouble again. As for the station of the piranha group, you brothers should have found it out, right? One word - kill!"

After that, regardless of the dissuasion of the nine Yuanying Buddhist cultivators, Nun Jingyin set up a light of escape and rushed into Longhutan. The place where she entered the water was exactly where the grass-headed miasma mother disappeared.

The nine Buddhists looked at each other, then shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

After discussing for a while, they all set up their escape lights and fled far away.

For a moment, the huge station was empty, with only a three-meter-diameter hole emitting wisps of smoke, showing the hidden danger before...

Besides, Xiao Mian at this time finally recovered his ability to move.

In fact, after the Grass-headed Miasma Mother wrapped him up, Xiao Mian recovered from the strange and inexplicable state of immobilization, but found that the miasma of the Grass-headed Miasma Mother seemed to have no intention of hurting him, so Xiao Mian simply let the other party carry him and sneak into the Dragon and Tiger Pool - compared to him forcibly snatching the Grass-headed Miasma Mother in front of Master Jingyin, Xiao Mian being held hostage by the Grass-headed Miasma Mother is more speechless. As for how Xiao Mian escaped the Grass-headed Miasma Mother's poisonous hands afterwards, isn't it Xiao Mian who has the final say?

With this wishful thinking, Xiao Mian simply looked at the form of the Grass-Headed Miasma Mother carefully.

The Grass-Headed Miasma Mother, called a mass of miasma, is unusually solid. If ordinary miasma exists in gaseous form, then this Grass-Headed Miasma Mother seems to be composed of another mass of liquid.

This is like the difference between true qi and true essence, indicating that the miasma contained in the Grass-Headed Miasma Mother is so dense that it can be gathered into liquid, which is obviously extraordinary.

For this reason, Xiao Mian at this time seemed to be wrapped in a transparent liquid film, sinking into the depths of Longhutan. Through the wrapping layer of the Grass-Headed Miasma Mother, Xiao Mian felt that the surroundings were getting darker, colder, and more oppressive.

Just when Xiao Mian was considering whether to stop the Grass-Headed Miasma Mother from sinking further, with a wave, the Grass-Headed Miasma Mother took him through a layer of film.

In an instant, it was bright.

Because he had been in the dark bottom of the pool for a long time, Xiao Mian even had a momentary illusion of blindness when he suddenly entered the bright place. After he adapted to the surrounding environment, he was shocked to find that the grass-headed miasma mother had quietly disappeared without a trace.

With suspicion, Xiao Mian looked around the environment.

He saw that this place was round like a ball, with a diameter of about ten feet. Xiao Mian was in the center of this ball. The entire ball wall exuded a bright light, illuminating the ball, just like daylight.

Right above the round ball, there was a thin pipe that went straight to the sky.

After the grass-headed miasma mother disappeared, Xiao Mian was the only one left in the sphere.

What was the intention of the grass-headed miasma mother to leave him here?

Just as Xiao Mian was thinking this, a drizzle suddenly sprayed out from the pipe on the top of the sphere, and the silver light was like flying needles, flying towards Xiao Mian's head.

In such a strange situation, facing such a mysterious silver rain, how could Xiao Mian dare to let such an unknown thing contaminate himself?

Without thinking, Xiao Mian raised his hand and shot out an ice soul finger, intending to freeze the silver rain.

Unexpectedly, the silver rain was not frozen when the ice soul blue light passed, but absorbed the ice soul finger force, and its body became larger.

Slightly startled, Xiao Mian raised his fist, and the five spirit war dragons were fired at the same time.

The five-color fist force rushed into the sky and hit the silver rain head-on.

Although the silver rain was knocked all over the place by Xiao Mian's fist, no silver rain was broken by the five-element war dragon. The fist and the silver rain were stirred back and forth, and the five-colored war dragon became smaller and smaller, while the silver rain became larger, thicker, and longer.

At this time, Xiao Mian's expression became solemn.

Obviously, these strange silver rains can absorb the opponent's spiritual energy for their own use, thereby constantly strengthening themselves and then dealing with the weakened enemies.

With a change of mind, the Star Magnetic Sword was already in Xiao Mian's palm.

Swinging the sword and slashing, the silver rain was chopped into pieces wherever it was seen.

Although the Star Magnetic Sword made a success with one sword, it trembled slightly when it chopped the silver rain, and the sword body even made a hissing corrosion sound.

Even the Star Magnetic Sword, a flying sword of the middle-level magic weapon level, could not escape unscathed. This shows how ferocious these silver rains are.

At this point, Xiao Mian couldn't care less.

The Star Magnetic Sword rushed back and forth, chopping the silver rain into smaller pieces. In the end, the liquid silver rain was shattered into gaseous silver mist. But seeing this, Xiao Mian's face did not look relaxed, but even more solemn. Just because, even in this situation, the silver mist could not be completely eliminated.

Obviously, whether it was the Ice Soul Finger, the Five Spirits War Dragon or the Star Magnetic Sword, none of them could cause substantial damage to the silver rain.

In a hurry, Xiao Mian had to ask for help from Guitou.

Guitou, who was always proud of his wide knowledge, was also confused when he saw the silver mist, hesitating and unable to explain it, but he did express his suspicion-this silver mist, a bit like the original full scorpion blue blood mist, I'm afraid it's a highly poisonous.

After a moment of surprise, Xiao Mian invited Bai Caiwei.

Bai Caiwei was horrified when she saw the silver mists that kept wriggling.

"This is a silver spirit, a very evil thing!"

"Aunt Bai! What is a silver spirit? How to get rid of it?"

After the initial shock, Bai Caiwei calmed down a little. She saw that although the silver mists kept wriggling, it seemed that they could not turn into silver rain again for a while. Bai Caiwei was relieved, but she did not bother to answer Xiao Mian's question. Instead, she looked around. However, the more she looked, the more gloomy Bai Caiwei's face became.

"Hey! What can I say to you?" Turning to look at Xiao Mian, Bai Caiwei smiled bitterly: "You kid, why did you run to such a place? You are really troublesome!"

Xiao Mian was speechless, but he didn't know how to explain...