Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 237 Becomes more durable
"Not afraid?"

Ding Shimaan frowned and clenched his fists against his waist.

After so many times of self-consolation in the past, I finally felt relieved by the threats brought by forceful things such as natural disasters and technological creations.

When I saw it today, the disappeared psychological shadow was about to come back again.

However, Ding Shimaan did not feel discouraged at all. On the contrary, he felt an unprecedented joy surging in his heart.

"If we defeat the representatives of the five elements of heaven and earth, then there will be nothing to fear from natural things anymore."

The question is how to defeat a man who can transform into anything.

Ding Shimaan pondered for a moment, looking back at his life which was like a flat-headed brother. He was either fighting or on the way to a fight. Some methods of defeating the enemy had already been memorized by heart.

Since it is the five elements of heaven and earth, then we should use the law of mutual generation and mutual restraint of the five elements.

I just happen to know a little bit about the Five Elements magic that mobilizes the power of nature.

"Come! Burn the blood!"

Ding Shima'an's energy surged, his skin took on a strange light pink color, and blue and red blood threads spread across his entire arm like a tattoo.

Penglai Sword Pavilion's blood-burning method uses Qi to ignite the blood, causing the blood to boil. It is a life-burning skill that can bring about a significant improvement in various body functions in a short period of time and can suppress the pain produced by the body.

Ding Shimaan adjusted his breathing, stepped on the Seven Stars, and walked quickly like flying. With the Qi Qi entangled in his palms, he simply attacked Yan Huan directly.

Whoosh!

Yan Huan's right hand ignited a blazing flame, which leaped and illuminated half of the mountainside, drawing a dazzling trajectory in the air. Heat waves rolled away, and the burning breath was hot and fierce.

Ding Shimaan wrapped his palms with water vapor in the air, turned the tide into palms, and created a huge wave with his palms, and he took on the "Running Palm".

The sound of rushing water and the crackling of flames mixed together to form an earth-shaking ensemble.

Using water to control fire, the fire is not only not controlled by water, but it becomes more intense, and its power increases instead of decreasing.

When Ding Shimaan was preparing to adjust his strategy, he suddenly felt a violent vibration under his feet, rocks flew everywhere, and the ground cracked into deep cracks under his feet.

The shaking of the mountain caused rocks to fly like raindrops. Ding Shimaan lost support under his feet and his body instantly fell into the abyss.

Upon seeing this, Yan Huan closed his hands, and the cracks in the mountain quickly healed, repairing the abyss on the ground in an instant.

Peace returned to the mountains, but Ding Shimaan had already lost his sight in the soil.

"It's almost there yet. I've forgotten that this guy can walk on earth." Yan Huan said to himself.

Ding Shimaan moves flexibly in the soil like a swimming fish.

His Qi spreads in the form of high-frequency waves and then is recycled, in this way he senses changes in the surrounding environment.

Using the secret detection and perception methods of the "Earth-Walking Immortal", Ding Shimaan gradually locked down Yan Huan's location.

"There is nothing in this world that transcends the five elements of heaven and earth." Ding Shimaan thought calmly in his heart, "Any hidden weapon method is within his detection range, but the ghost gate needle for sealing acupoints may be worth a try..."

Or use overwhelming attacks to force them to be unable to cope.

Ding Shimaan gradually emerged from the soil and stared at Yan Huan's back. "The body is natural" is nothing more than a different way of using Qi. As long as he finds the right opportunity and uses needles to seal his acupoints, no matter how powerful his moves are, they will be unable to be used.

Gathering Qi, disappearing, sneaking, blocking and covering up everything about oneself, approaching silently——

The method of assassination!

Swish!
Ding Shimaan held the Guimen needle with two fingers together and stabbed it towards Yan Huan's Jueyinshu point. This point is located below the fourth rib of the chest on the back. If it is hit with external force, it will injure the heart and lungs, causing Yin to conflict with Yang and disrupting the Qi mechanism.

In particular, this Ghost Gate is very effective against body-protecting techniques, and even the golden light protecting the body cannot stop it.

But just when the needle tip was about to touch Yan Huan, something Ding Shimaan didn't expect happened. The flesh and blood around the acupoint that he was supposed to keep a close eye on suddenly squirmed and scattered.

A big hole appeared on Yan Huan's back, and Ding Shiman's arm went straight through it. He saw a group of soft and sticky purple-green tentacles wrapped around his wrist, and the damp and cold chill directly broke the protective escape light.

"Hello, uncle~" Sui Sui responded obediently, and the mucus became transparent and clear, flowing slowly.

boom!
The flesh and blood body built up over the years was completely shattered, and the water droplets gathered to form an enormous water ball, which wrapped Ding Shimaan in it.

After he choked on a mouthful of water, he felt an unbearable pain in his chest, coupled with an overwhelming feeling of suffocation.

"Calm down, calm down, I still have the water escape technique..."

Ding Shimaan covered his mouth and nose, but above the clear water prison, a heavy shadow that blocked out the sky and the sun was pressing down on him.

Looking up, he saw a round, thick, dark brown pad of flesh fluttering down.

puff!

The water prison dissipated, Ding Shimaan's body was embedded in the mountain, all his body-protecting skills were broken, and the long-lost pain swept through his body.

The white tiger shook its paws, shook off the water, licked its wet hair, and disappeared as if displeased.

"Mr. Ding, I have shown my sincerity."

"How's that so far?"

Ding Shimaan stood up tremblingly and looked around.

I felt like I was slapped in the face by something just now...
As he stepped out of the pit, his steps froze and an expression of almost insane madness emerged on his face.

"How is this going?"

"The atmosphere is completely different from before, and the sense of threat is completely different from before! Fright, evil, vicious... What kind of negative emotions are this combination!" "What kind of threatening feeling is this that makes people afraid and yet willing to sink into it!"

Snapped!
Yan Huan snapped his fingers, and Ding Shimaan immediately held his stomach and trembled. His internal organs seemed to be gnawing at by thousands of insects, and even his limbs began to ache slightly.

"It's the water that was just poured into the body that was driven..."

"And my own blood!"

"Hu——" Ding Shimaan let out a long sigh, endured the severe pain, and continued to stare at Yan Huan with the observation method. He saw black scales shining with cold light in the rolling black fog condensed behind him.

"There are still things, and..."

"Five blurry things, things that I cannot understand with my current cultivation. I couldn't see them clearly just now, but now they do have some shadows..."

Snapped!
Yan Huan clapped his hands suddenly, startling Ding Shimaan.

"Treasure your life. Don't look at these five while you are in the state of inner meditation. Your brain cannot process the chaotic and violent information, and your spirit will collapse."

Ding Shimaan shook his head. "That's still not right. To be able to command such a powerful spirit, there must be an upper limit to the burden that the body and soul can bear."

Yan Huan nodded undeniably, "To be honest, if this was four days ago, with your many years of fighting experience and hundreds of skills, you might have had a chance to win."

But once the balance between the five elements is achieved, it will bring about a qualitative change in strength. The consumption rate of Qi will be slowed down, and the loss of the three treasures used to command the elves will also be greatly reduced. In this way, there will be fewer restrictions and concerns when using the Eight Deceitful Gods and the Essence of the Five Elements.

Moreover, Yan Huan's true fire, which is fueled by the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit, can now burn even more vigorously.

Simply put, in addition to the "naturalness of the body", the biggest change is that one becomes more durable.

Ding Shimaan inserted two fingers into his throat and spat out the water in his abdomen and stomach.

"I am pretty lucky, at least I met you now." Ding Shimaan scratched his head, "Although I have gained a lot, there are too many problems. I need to think about them carefully."

"I have to review the situation after I go back. How should I fight after this year? I have to figure out what is not in the five elements. It's not easy to do. Should I discuss it with Lao Na later?"

"Ah... excuse me, I'm going to go back and have a meal. I've been eating dry buns these past few days and I'm almost starving to death."

Ding Shimaan put his shirt back on and pointed at Wang Bing, who was hanging on the tree and dying. "I'm done. You continue. You continue."

While thinking, he walked down the mountain with difficulty.

Ding Shimaan walked with heavy steps, his clothes were torn, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. The smell of poisonous weeds on the mountain path gradually dissipated, and he passed by Feng Xingtong and the three little peach gardens who were waiting outside the mountain.

"Ding... Ding Shimaan?"

Zhang Cai was stunned, "Is this guy really here!?"

Seeing Ding Shimaan's appearance, with disheveled clothes and blood at the corner of his mouth, the three couldn't help but wonder if he had lost in the competition.

Could it be that one of the two heroes in the world lost?

Ding Shimaan cast a glance at the three people, then returned and took out three crushed pills from his trouser pocket, rolled them into balls again, and handed them to Feng Xingtong. "You were beaten pretty hard, but they are just superficial injuries. You should be fine after taking some blood-activating and blood-stasis-removing pills."

"Eh???" San Xiao Taoyuan still hasn't recovered from his surprise.

After Ding Shimaan simply dealt with these, he covered his abdomen and staggered down the mountain.

Three miles away, there was a man who had been waiting for a long time. This man had a gaunt face, with extremely thick dark circles under his eyes. He looked extremely sick and looked like a consumptive.

"Have you dealt with all your affairs?" asked the corpse demon Tu Junfang. "A tragic victory?"

"Lost." Ding Shimaan said without hesitation.

"Lost!?" Tu Junfang's weak and lifeless eyes slightly stretched, "You actually lost!"

"I'm not as skilled as him, so I have to admit defeat." Ding Shimaan leaned against the tree trunk and slowly sat down. "Where did that kid go?"

"Yes!" Tu Junfang stretched out his finger and pointed towards a bush.

Lu Liang curled up in the bushes, trembling all over, with bloodshot eyes.

His face was twisted with fear, and his expression revealed deep despair. His hands kept tearing at his hair, which was pulled into a mess and fell to the ground.

“It’s that feeling again. He’s still here, He’s still here!”

“He is still watching me. He is still watching me in heaven!”

"Ahhh!"

Lu Liang's nails pierced into his cheeks, leaving bloody marks. Blood slid down his cheeks. His lips kept moving and he muttered some illogical words in a hoarse and trembling voice.

"What's going on?" Ding Shimaan asked puzzled.

"Little mad dog, you're sick!"

Lu Liang sometimes glanced around nervously, sometimes stared at the void ahead, hugging himself tightly with his arms.

"Can the descendants of these four families get better?" Ding Shimaan shook his head and talked about some of his experiences in Qunling Mountain.

Corpse Demon Tu Junfang raised his head with interest, "He is very powerful and ruthless. He even dares to provoke the Wang family. I really want to know what his three corpses look like."

"Wang family...Wang family..." Lu Liang muttered to himself, "Wang Bing! Hahahaha, it's Wang Bing, right? I thought of something fun, something fun!"

Ding Shimaan and Tu Junfang turned their gaze towards the bushes and sighed at the same time.

It's a pity that Lu Ci had a bad reputation all his life, and his great-grandson ended up like this. It's ridiculous that Lu Jiaming was famous for his soul skills, but he couldn't even deal with this little abnormality of his soul.

(End of this chapter)