nashuaworldcup Chapter 410 How is it possible?
Chapter 410 How is it possible?
After flying for more than half a month, Madam Feng San stopped in front of a valley.
There were steep cliffs on both sides. Luo Shan looked at the valley, which looked like it was split by a sword.
Luo San's nose moved slightly and he smelled a very faint smell of blood.
"Go in." Madam Feng San's tone was impatient and her brows were tightly furrowed. She saw her master standing at the entrance of the valley, urging them to go into the valley quickly.
This time, Luo Shan did not continue to be the first one, but shrank his neck and squeezed behind those Nascent Souls.
Those Nascent Soul cultivators were unwilling to be the first to take the risk, and they all stopped where they were, looking panicked.
Upon seeing this, Madam Feng San's face darkened. She grabbed one of the Nascent Soul cultivators and dragged him directly into the valley.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't like to invite everyone one by one, so please continue to know the current situation." There was a threat in his words:
"After all, the dead Nascent Soul cultivators are not completely useless."
Having said this, the Nascent Soul cultivators understood everything and immediately followed Madam Feng San with pale faces.
The closer they got to the valley, the stronger the smell of blood became. Luo Shan narrowed his eyes and slowly released his spiritual sense.
In order not to alert the enemy, he used the yin and yang energies to conceal his spiritual aura.
There was only moss on both sides of the valley, but there were several cave entrances. In the valley, in addition to the Jindan female cultivator, there was also a black-robed male cultivator in the middle stage of Huashen and Yuanying.
When the spiritual sense swept over the second hole, it found that the smell of blood from that hole was the strongest.
The group soon reached the first cave entrance. Madam Feng San paused and pointed at Luo San and said:
"You are a man of tact. Go in."
Luo Shan knew the situation in the cave entrance. He was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Seeing that Lady Feng San was about to frown, he immediately said:
"it is good."
Madam Feng San was very satisfied with their obedience. After glancing at the six Nascent Soul cultivators, she waved her hand and cast a barrier at the entrance of the cave where Luo San entered. Then she led the six people deeper inside.
The six people stopped at the second cave entrance. Madam Feng San let six people in. Compared to the first cave where only one person went in, the fact that they were allowed to go in together at the second cave still made those Nascent Soul cultivators feel relieved.
At least they had company.
After Madam Feng San drove the people into the second cave, she turned back to the first cave. However, halfway through, she suddenly changed direction and walked to the last cave with a respectful look.
"Master, what are your orders?"
Madam Feng San lowered her head and said.
"You brought back seven Nascent Soul cultivators this time?" The voice inside was a little cold. Madam Feng San's heart tightened subconsciously. She said:
"Yes."
"Very good. When you reach Nascent Soul stage, I have something for you to do." A voice came from inside. Madam Feng San dared not breathe and lowered her head and said:
"Madam San, remember this."
"This is the Infant Transformation Pill. Go ahead." A white jade porcelain bottle appeared in front of Madam Feng San, who knelt down quickly.
"Thank you, Third Lady, for the gift of the elixir."
Holding the bottle of elixir respectfully, Madam Feng San could not hide her excitement.
Who would have thought that twenty years ago, he was still a foundation-building person with no hope of forming a golden elixir and whose life span was about to end, but now, he has the Infant Transformation Pill and is about to break through to become a Nascent Soul True Lord.
Holding the medicine, Madam Feng San hurried back to the entrance of her cave. As soon as she entered, she saw the female Nascent Soul cultivator who had lost all her spiritual power sitting on her stone chair, looking very comfortable.
When Madam Feng San saw this scene, her face turned a little ugly.
Who is the prisoner? Doesn’t this female cultivator realize her current situation?
"Miss Feng is back. Please sit down." Luo Shan took the initiative and asked Miss Feng San to sit on another stone chair. At the same time, he asked:
"Where did those fellow Taoists go? Do you still separate the male and female prisoners here?"
After Luo San asked these two questions, Madam Feng San began to doubt whether this Nascent Soul cultivator named Luo was mentally ill.
Does she know her situation?
"Senior Luo, instead of asking others, you might as well think more about your own situation." Madam Feng San sneered.
"What? Just because I think about my situation, you will let me go?" Luo Shan was blunt.
The corner of Feng San's mouth twitched:
"Haha, Senior Luo is really humorous."
"I understand." Luo San nodded and stared at Madam Feng San.
"Since Miss Feng won't let me go, then I will stay." Luo Shan chuckled, and with a struggle, the spiritual locks fell off instantly.
Seeing this scene, Madam Feng San's pupils shrank and her mouth opened. Luo Shan quickly set up a soundproof barrier, and then his soul went straight into Madam Feng San's sea of consciousness.
The dense soul net firmly trapped Madam Feng San's soul. Luo Shan asked:
"I ask questions and you answer them. Of course, if you don't cooperate, I can also forcibly search your soul."
As Luo Shan spoke, a trace of Mahayana pressure emanated from the barrier. Seeing that Lady Feng San's face turned pale, he asked:
"What do you want to do by bringing so many Nascent Soul cultivators here?"
"Practice."
After feeling the pressure that was even more powerful than that from her master, Madam Feng San knew that this time it was all over.
He told the story honestly, not daring to hide anything.
"Refine the Nascent Soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator to cultivate?"
Hearing this, Luo Shan instantly understood that there was an evil cultivator practicing evil magic.
If he is an evil cultivator...
Luo Shan raised her eyebrows. To be honest, her luck was pretty good. Look, she had no spirit stones left and she met an evil cultivator. This was really good luck.
“I was forced into this situation. If I didn’t help my master… that evil cultivator, I wouldn’t have survived.” Madam Feng San had tears in her eyes, looking as if she was being coerced.
"You are just a Jindan cultivator. I understand how you can resist that evil Yuanying cultivator." Luo Shan nodded, looking as if he understood.
Madam Feng San was delighted, but before she could say anything, she heard Luo Shan continue.
"You are forced to help the tyrant. I am not a good person either. I will let you go early."
As soon as she finished speaking, Madam Feng San felt a surge of severe pain in her sea of consciousness.
His pupils constricted and he wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't utter a single word and fell down limply.
Luo Umbrella wrapped Feng Sanniang's soul, slowly stood up, picked up Feng Sanniang's storage bag, and then slowly walked out of the cave.
After knowing that there was only one Spiritual Transformation cultivator, one Nascent Soul cultivator and one Golden Core cultivator in this valley, her spiritual sense directly covered the entire valley. She raised her hand to set up a barrier and then went to the second cave entrance.
The barrier at the entrance of the cave was very fragile for a Mahayana cultivator like Luo Shan. It was shattered with just one blow.
Under the feet of the black-robed Yuanying monk in the cave, there was a Yuanying monk lying bloody, whose life or death was unknown. When he heard that his barrier was broken, he turned his head and his pupils shrank. He said in disbelief:
"How could you possibly break my barrier?"