Fire Monster

Chapter 203 Spiritual Mist Demon Soldiers
At this time, Zhao Guanshan looked down at himself again.

Before, when he was in his own statue space, he looked exactly the same as in reality, including the clothes he wore.

But at this moment, for some unknown reason, he was wearing a gray cloak that covered his head, as if he had turned into a wizard.

The underwear is also made of a gray material, which doesn't give off a great feeling.

He had shoes on his feet, gloves on his hands, and a mask on his face.

Just wrap it up completely.

Zhao Guanshan tried to take off the mask, but he immediately had a very dangerous feeling, as if something bad would happen if he was exposed here.

In addition, he also brought out the five golden swords.

When they got here, they no longer swam around as nimbly as fish, but instead clung tightly to his waist. There was even a row of short scabbards here, like a bag of flying knives.

The only difference is that the small golden sword covered with ashes is tightly attached to the right arm, turning into a small light golden arm shield, which is quite magical.

Next, Zhao Guanshan carefully examined the 19 statues. Their cloaks and other clothes were almost exactly the same as his own. Obviously, this was not a coincidence, but a standardized prop that could be used to protect himself.

In addition, these statues are all wearing different weapons, with the least being three and the most being six.

"So this is the spirit world? These statues all represent a Qi cultivator, but they haven't come online yet to activate?"

Zhao Guanshan thought about it and explored in other directions.

This is a large hall with traces of fierce fighting on the walls. Originally, this hall should have four entrances and exits, but now three are blocked, leaving only one accessible.

The torch burning with white flames is placed at this entrance.

When Zhao Guanshan walked over, the light of the white flame shone on him, and he could actually see that the white light was not actually light, but extremely tiny white snowflakes. They melted as they fell, and melted into his body.

For some reason, he felt more energetic than ever before.

This is a treasure that can restore your spirit.

Walking past the white torch, there is a long and narrow corridor in front of us. It is a bit weird because the further we go, the colder we feel, and a sense of danger begins to follow us.

Subconsciously, Zhao Guanshan quickly protected himself with his left arm shield and drew out a small golden sword with his right hand.

"too small."

He just complained in his mind, but the next second, the small golden sword that was originally only three inches long suddenly changed into a golden long sword, which was similar to the one left by the ancestor of the Zhao family in reality.

At the same time, he also clearly felt that some of his mental power had been consumed.

Well, about one tenth.

So what the hell is this?

As long as you imagine it, it will become real, but will it consume mental energy?

Thinking of this, Zhao Guanshan simply concentrated his mental strength on the shield on his left arm. The next second, a heavy, thick golden shield appeared in his hand.

And his mental strength was consumed by one tenth again.

Wow, this is actually quite fun.

So is it possible to turn the cloak into armor?
Zhao Guanshan tried it, but failed.

Here, the only things he could materialize with his mental power were the five golden swords he brought with him.

"I still need a suit of armor."

Zhao Guanshan thought very carefully. He didn't even need to take out the golden sword or look at it. As long as he thought about it, the next second, a golden sword would be consumed, and his upper body would have a set of light golden half-body armor. However, it was still covered by the cloak, and it seemed that the cloak had a higher priority.

Another tenth of his mental strength was consumed at this time, and this time he figured out the pattern.

The golden sword can only materialize one at a time, and it consumes mental power, about one tenth of it at a time.

So this is his blood bar and blue bar in the spirit world.

And as long as you go back to the white torch at the back, you can restore your mental strength, which is pretty good.

The corridor ahead finally came to an end, and outside were still dilapidated ruins of buildings.

There were no friendly troops or enemies to be seen, and the whole place was devastated and desolate.

"Why do your legs feel a little cold?"

Zhao Guanshan looked down and found that many blue snowflakes had fallen on his cloak at some point. He couldn't see them with his naked eyes and could only see them when they fell.

In addition, he had materialized armor on his upper body, so he didn't feel the cold at all.

So he did not hesitate to transform the remaining two golden swords into knee armor and combat boots.

Well, he felt much warmer immediately, but half of his mental strength was also consumed.

Well, after a little exploration, you have to go back and replenish your mental strength.

At this moment, Zhao Guanshan inexplicably felt a sense of excitement and thrill of playing games and opening a new map.

After checking the exit of the tunnel, it was indeed clearly marked. Was this actually a multiplayer online game? Thinking of this, Zhao Guanshan laughed in his heart, and then he walked lightly, looked around, held a large shield, and walked slowly forward in the most alert posture.

There was no road in the ruins of the buildings, nor any traces of footprints, but he soon found familiar marks in the ruins. It seemed that these were left by friendly forces during the previous land reclamation, so he didn't have to worry about getting lost.

After following the sign for about half an hour, the ruins of the building still seemed to have no end. However, a different building appeared in front of us. It was in a relatively intact state and its style was somewhat similar to the temple in Linjiang Prefecture.

Zhao Guanshan was just about to go in to investigate when he suddenly heard a ding sound. Something poked him from behind with such force that he almost lost his balance.

But before he could turn around, a strange shadow suddenly jumped out in front of him, rushed up and struck him with its claws.

In desperation, Zhao Guanshan could only raise his shield to block, and at the same time stabbed forward with the sword in his hand.

The sword hit the strange figure right in the heart, and suddenly a ball of white flame ignited. The strange figure screamed and turned into a small handful of white ash, which was all sucked away by the sword.

At the same time, at least a dozen similar strange shadows appeared from all directions, with sharp claws falling down without mercy, but they were either blocked by Zhao Guanshan's big shield or by his armor, and couldn't even break through the defense.

Then Zhao Guanshan, who had stabilized the situation, stabbed them one by one with his sword.

Killing a chicken is not that easy.

This battle came out of nowhere, and the kill was also inexplicable. It was too weak. I haven't warmed up yet.

And what fell was garbage, just a little bit of ashes.

Zhao Guanshan took a look and found that his sword had absorbed the most ash, almost covering it.

The shield was only half covered with ash.

The ash on the armor only covered less than one-fifth.

The cloak, however, did not change much, and when the strange shadows attacked, their sharp claws went straight through the cloak without causing any damage.

It's quite weird.

Also, this battle actually consumed one tenth of Zhao Guanshan's mental power. Wow, mental power has become hard currency. No wonder it is the spiritual world.

Thinking this, Zhao Guanshan stepped into the well-preserved temple. As soon as he entered, he saw an extinguished torch stuck on the wall at the entrance.

He didn't think much about it, but after getting close to the torch, the torch automatically ignited a white flame, shining on him. His mental strength was recovering rapidly, and it was back to normal in a short while.

This is really interesting.

Zhao Guanshan continued to step inside. At this moment, he clearly felt that there might be more and stronger strange shadows inside. This was a monster's nest, and maybe there would be a BOSS. So could he really handle it?

At this moment, he suddenly heard someone talking.

I subconsciously hid to one side, but saw twenty people in cloaks entering from the ruins of the building outside, all looking very cautious.

"Everyone be careful, there are Spirit Mist Demon Soldiers ahead. They love to attack by surprise and there are at least 20 of them. Be sure to take precautions and don't let them take advantage of you, or one claw can take half of your life!"

"Huh? Someone has been here and activated the spiritual fire! Bad luck!"

The voice sounded again, but it didn't investigate inside and just left.

Zhao Guanshan hid in the corner, feeling very curious and having many questions. Are these people Qi Refiners from the Taoist Palace of Linjiang Prefecture?
Xiao Chengyun said that entering the spiritual world requires guidance, and one needs to be at least a level five Qi Refiner, so are these people all level five Qi Refiners?

So, he waited for a moment, and then walked cautiously into the temple. As expected, he was attacked fiercely again after walking a distance. There were as many as twenty or thirty of those spiritual mist demon soldiers squeaking and attacking fiercely, beating up Zhao Guanshan, who looked very embarrassed for a while.

But in fact, Zhao Guanshan was holding a large shield and could kill one with a single thrust of his sword, and he wiped them all out in a short while.

So rubbish.

The white ashes left after these Lingwu demon soldiers were killed covered his entire shield and armor this time.

"This thing seems to be a medium that can enter the spirit world. I wonder what other functions it has?"

Zhao Guanshan looked at the sword in his hand. The ashes covering it had begun to accumulate into a second layer.

He then continued to move forward and was attacked by two groups of spiritual mist demon soldiers one after another, but he easily dealt with them both.

The ashes even covered his sword, shield, and armor with a second layer, and the third layer was beginning to cover them.

At this point, he finally arrived at the central area of ​​the temple, and then he was stunned by the scene before him.

Because he saw a very, very familiar scene.

It's exactly the same as his statue space!
A huge tower about ten feet above the ground.

Directly above the tower is a circular platform, on which are five identical stone platforms.

And on this stone platform, there stood five statues of evil gods with green faces, fangs, bared teeth and claws, looking grotesque, evil, weird and terrifying!

In addition, there are a total of twenty-five groups of floating black mist. In the black mist are strange human heads, or eyeballs, or sharp claws. In short, if you ignore their appearance and aura, they are exactly the same as the five golden swords in his statue space.

At this moment, Zhao Guanshan turned around and left without hesitation.

Because he knew he couldn't win.

(End of this chapter)