Fire Monster

Chapter 250: Trapped in a Jedi
After just a few minutes, Zhao Guanshan's dizziness and numbness gradually disappeared. This poison was not that bad after all.

The only pity was that the Green Leaf Jade Pendant finally ran out of energy and shattered into pieces.

This is not an ordinary spiritual weapon. It is obtained by integrating a green leaf spiritual weapon into the statue space every time it is strengthened. Zhao Guanshan had already anticipated that it would shatter.

It can be said that this is a very powerful disposable prop.

However, as long as he has enough spiritual ashes and waits for ten days in reality, he can create a brand new green leaf jade pendant, so he doesn't feel sad.

But then he couldn't continue to be reckless.

"I hope the +4 half armor and +5 soft armor can be of some use."

Zhao Guanshan stood up and was about to continue walking forward when he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from behind. Oh my god, it was another group of twenty or thirty ghost scorpions.

Could this be a troop transport channel?

Zhao Guanshan had no choice but to suppress the surprise in his heart, and with a sword in hand, he rushed forward to fight with the group of ghost scorpions.

But this time he did not make such a big move as before, but was only aiming to ride the wind.

He deliberately used some skills to avoid the piercing of the tail needles as much as possible to reduce the chance of injury.

Although this will lengthen the pace of the battle, the effect is undoubtedly excellent.

He even became more and more familiar with such battlefields, and had a better understanding of the attack methods, jumping and dodging methods of low-level demon soldiers such as the Ghost Scorpion, and he knew them by heart.

The result was that he delayed the battle to three minutes, but was only hit by three tail needles throughout the whole process, and successfully completed the achievement of a complete kill.

He did not dare to delay and quickly collected the ashes to strengthen his helmet visor to +4. Then, before he could catch his breath, another group of ghost scorpions rushed out, as if delivering food to him.

However, Zhao Guanshan did not know that at this moment on the surface of the sand sea, Ding Daoren and others had successfully reunited with the nine stranded witchers from the Zhenhai Dao Palace. The two sides joined forces and were setting up a battle formation on the edge of an abrupt canyon, constantly raising sand and whistling, attracting twenty or thirty ghost scorpions each time.

Even though the twenty-one witchers joined forces, they were unable to snatch the monsters.

This situation surprised even the local boss Ding Daoren. Could it be that the Skull Mountain here had been recently cleared by some team of witchers with ulterior motives?
There's something wrong with this.

This is currently the safest holy place for collecting ashes within a thousand miles.

Because two hundred years ago, the Cangwu Taoist Palace once organized a large-scale attack on this place. Although it failed to take it down in the end, it also severely damaged the evil spirit general and the demons inside, so they can come here with peace of mind to collect spirit ashes.

But today's situation made Ding Daoren feel uncertain.

However, this weak little monster really gave the nine people in distress from Zhenhaidao Palace great courage, and they wanted to go deeper.

"Fellow Daoist Cheng, this is not right. You need to be careful. The ghost mother scorpion has not appeared yet. It has just devoured one of our fellow Daoists. Actually, we are fine. Our bodies and Dharma images are still there. We can be resurrected, but you can't. Please think twice."

Ding Daoren tried to persuade them, with a very humble attitude, there was no other way, although the opponents were a group of stray dogs, who had failed in the fight, their physical bodies were killed, and they were forced to exile into the spirit world as witchers, but their leader was a ninth-level Qi Refiner, and his spiritual body was at the fifth level.

If we can attract him to Cangwu Taoist Palace, it will definitely be a great achievement.

This achievement, in addition to allowing him to become the commander-in-chief of the witchers, also allows him to become a direct descendant of Su Wujiu, the second-in-command of the Cangwu Taoist Palace.

All in all, the benefits are considerable.

It can be said that for this plan, Ding Daoren has been using the Dao Jade to communicate with Cheng Muye for several months, and a large amount of spiritual ashes has been consumed, and there is absolutely no room for loss.

"Friend Ding, I know your good intentions, but as you said, you still have a chance to start over with your physical bodies as support, but we can only risk our lives, so we need the assistance of spiritual weapons even more."

"We will be wandering in the spirit world forever from now on, so the spirit weapons in our hands must be covered with spirit ash at least seven times. So, please don't try to persuade us anymore. Even if there are any consequences of this trip, we will bear them all."

After saying that, Cheng Muye strode forward and rushed into the canyon first.

His eight witchers followed closely behind, but Ding Daoren and others were a little hesitant.

"Captain Ding, we have already agreed that we will only fight outside the canyon, not inside it."

"That's right. If you ask me, we can just wait here patiently and guard the retreat for Fellow Daoist Cheng. That's also a good idea."

The witchers brought by Ding Daoren were all looking for excuses. They were not lost dogs, and they did not come to the spirit world to fight for their lives. In other words, now was not the time to fight for their lives. There was no need to lose their spirits for Cheng Muye and others. Although the spirits would be resurrected after death, who could afford such a loss?
"Hey, everyone——"

Ding Daoren was helpless, but in the end, he accepted it because he didn't want to risk his life. We were all just gangsters, and everyone's life mattered.

Just like Yu Huan, why was he so caring towards the new Zhao Chengfeng, calling him Fellow Daoist Chengfeng all the time and so affectionately? In fact, it was just to make himself a scapegoat.

No one is stupid.

Everyone knows that if you don't seek death, you won't die.

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"Fuck! Why are there more and more ghost scorpions?" At this moment, Zhao Guanshan was fighting fiercely in the cave. During the first few waves, he was still able to handle it with ease. Gradually, he strengthened his helmet, half-body armor, and combat boots to +4, which provided some basic defensive effect.

But soon, no one knew what happened, and the ghost scorpions started to rush out without any regard for the cost, in such dense crowds that there was no end.

Zhao Guanshan didn't want to fight the pass alone, but he had no choice but to do this.

The long sword flew, the sword light flashed, and one ghost scorpion after another was killed on the spot. There was no time to collect all the ashes because there were too many ghost scorpions.

Gradually, his mental strength began to be consumed greatly, and wielding spiritual weapons in battle would also consume energy.

Fortunately, whenever his mental power was consumed by half, he would feel a slight coolness between his eyebrows, which would refresh him and the lost mental power would be restored. It was amazing.

In this way, he fought fiercely in the cave for nearly half an hour, killing thousands of ghost scorpions, or even more.

Finally, no more ghost scorpions rushed out from the cave, and Zhao Guanshan was numb.

At this time, he hurriedly collected spiritual ashes and strengthened the sword at the same time, strengthening it to +7 in one go, and even strengthened the half armor to +5.

"No, I have to leave quickly. I'm almost out of cards. No matter what, I have to find Ding Daoren to settle the balance of the three spirit stones first."

Zhao Guanshan turned around and rushed to the top of the cave, but suddenly, he didn't know what happened, the cave suddenly shook violently, as if a large-scale earthquake had occurred. Countless sands fell from above, like a sand bar, surging forward, and there were also strange sounds mixed in.

"Fuck!"

With no other choice, Zhao Guanshan had to turn around and run wildly down into the cave.

Countless sands followed closely behind.

Suddenly, Zhao Guanshan stepped on empty air and found that there was a cliff at the end of the cave.

"Oh!"

Soon he fell to the ground. Fortunately, the cliff was not high and there was sand underneath.

Zhao Guanshan used his hands and feet, digging frantically, and finally escaped from this area before the sandbar above rushed down.

Then, the sand fell to the ground, and in a moment it turned into a huge sand dune. Something was wriggling and crawling out from the sand dune.

Well, there are people, and quite a few of them?
"Pooh! How could the ground collapse suddenly? Ding Daoren, you have caused me so much trouble today!"

Someone started cursing loudly. He seemed to be a witcher from another team. His name seemed to be Ruan Tianxing. He came out of the sand dune while cursing. He subconsciously wanted to check his surroundings. Suddenly, a huge, five-meter-long sharp object passed by silently and turned him into a candied haws.

He was killed instantly without even making a sound.

In a flash of inspiration, his Questioning Jade, the bag of spiritual ash, and a spiritual weapon disappeared from the spot, while the remaining spiritual weapons all fell to the ground.

This scene made Zhao Guanshan break out in a cold sweat, because he could sense clearly that the sharp object was the ghost scorpion's tail stinger, but this ghost scorpion was bigger than the mother ghost scorpion. At this moment, it was lying quietly on the side of the huge sand dune like a small hill, as if it was enjoying a delicious meal.

Zhao Guanshan didn't even dare to breathe. The danger he sensed made him realize that this was a spiritual demon and he could not defeat it at all.

But what can he do? He is already a piece of diced meat on the dish.

A silent throbbing came through the air. Zhao Guanshan turned around and ran without saying a word. After running a few steps, he braked quickly and dodged backwards, turning into a rolling gourd.

At the same time, the huge, five-meter-long tail needle brushed past his head and pierced down.

"Everyone, don't hide in the sand. I'm holding you back outside. Come out now!"

Zhao Guanshan yelled loudly and started running at full speed, and the huge tail needle followed closely, like the pressure needle of a sewing machine, stabbing down madly and quickly.

It's simply a sin.

However, there are still many smart people. At this time, the sand dunes were rolling, and twenty people actually came out, and all of them gathered here.

As soon as they appeared, Zhao Guanshan's pressure was greatly reduced, because two unlucky guys were stabbed to death immediately.

"Spread out! Spread out!"

There was an old man shouting, but actually there was no need for him to shout, as everyone knew what to do. With the cover of those two unlucky guys, they all ran to the edge in one breath, but then they despaired.

This was because this was a large basin pit, surrounded by slippery cliffs, without even a crack in the rocks to dodge.

Why does this scene look so familiar?

Zhao Guanshan suddenly thought of the rotten giant.

(End of this chapter)