A life of clearness

Chapter 603: Eat the Specialties
After taking over Xiantian's body, the nature of her soul was greatly different from before. The sea of ​​consciousness and spiritual platforms that were as important as life to the cultivator "disappeared" one by one. Therefore, the screams of the ape-shaped beast were like the cry of a lonely person to Rong Qing.

The bone blade cleared the way for Rong Qing like chasing the stars and the moon, and rushed into the beast's mouth first. Then Rong Qing also rushed in, and the beast's mouth, which had originally closed in order to block her from entering, seemed to be considerately closing the door for Rong Qing.

A large number of bone blades rotated at high speed in the softest part of the throat like a tornado. With the addition of the Buddha's Taoist rhyme, the explosive power was even more astonishing, cutting countless shallow scars on the surrounding flesh walls.

The beast's throat tightened instinctively, and the red meat with sharp teeth from all directions pressed towards Rong Qing. This instinct was so fast that it was unimaginable.

But the cultivators looked at the ape-shaped beast with a blank expression on its face and they could not hear any whimpering from it.

The cold sword intent stood in the middle, piercing its throat.

The more it squeezed instinctively, the more painful it was. It quickly figured this out, opened its mouth wide, and reached into its mouth, trying to take Rong Qing out.

It didn't expect that the scream had no effect on it, which allowed the hateful human to get into its mouth. It couldn't swallow it in, nor could it spit it out. It was so frustrated.

It didn't know what Rong Qing was thinking as she looked at the circles of sharp teeth.

More and more light poured in as the mouth opened, but the shadow reappeared.

The stagnation force field and the cold rain rhyme appeared together, and the furry big hand slowed down for a moment but then reached in again resolutely.

Inside? The female cultivator in white drew her bow and drew her arrow.

The cultivators looked at the ape-shaped beast with even more bewilderment as it suddenly pulled out its hand, then knelt on one knee holding its injured hand. Its expression seemed to be even more painful, and even... a little aggrieved?

An arrow hit its palm.

The blood-red arrow seemed to carry a mysterious power. After piercing its flesh, it was as if something had drilled in. It began to fester and spread from the source, causing unbearable itching and extreme pain. Originally, this arrow was pitifully small and ridiculous compared to its big hand. But it did not dare to underestimate it at all.

It seemed to have a vague impression of the aura above. That was deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains... a place that countless ferocious beasts feared.

The injured left hand was instantly torn off and thrown away.

Deep in its throat, Rong Qing was diligently pulling out its teeth. The causal weapon was really useful. The extremely flexible white thread pulled off the sharp teeth one by one, just like picking fruits. The secret patterns on these teeth were hidden, and there were many natural hollows. Rong Qing guessed that the scream was closely related to these teeth.

The ape-shaped beast rolled on the ground in pain. As a Daoist master-level beast, it was always avoided by the cultivators who came to practice. Who would have thought that one day it would be so aggrieved that it didn't even dare to reach out and take out Rong Qing.

Even the number one in the world was silent. He, he clearly wanted Rong Qing to fight the beast head on.

Only after Rong Qing had pulled out all the teeth and packed them up did he retract his sword and fly out, ready to have a good fight with the beast.

The ape-like beast knelt down with a thud, and its knees smashed two deep holes in the ground, splashing countless dust and gravel.

It banged its head three times towards Rong Qing, creating another big hole in the ground, and then ran away without looking back. It ran faster than when it came, and Ning Mu could only see its afterimage of such a huge creature.

The buzzing sound in her ears became more intense. This was her hearing gradually recovering, but Ning Mu didn't care about that. She only cared about the female cultivator in white with her hands hanging in the air. Her heart was beating faster and faster.

【She's coming down! She's coming over! 】

[Ahhh, she's looking over here, she saw me! Uh... she's looking at Xizi.] For a moment, Ning Mu looked at Xizi with envy and jealousy.

And Xizi had already cleverly rushed forward to flatter him.

More and more monks gathered around the white-robed female monk. Meng Shi, who was sitting on a tree branch in the distance, could only hear a buzzing sound in his ears. Even though he couldn't hear the sound from the other side, he knew that his fellow monks were congratulating Rong Qing. He pressed his chest to stop it from beating so fast, but his heart didn't listen to him. So he could only look at Rong Qing again and then flew out. Let's leave her for a while.

Rong Qing was not a person who was good at dancing with long sleeves, but she was not as cold and unkind as some peerless geniuses. She had a gentle smile and was modest in her attitude towards the praise of her peers, which made her very easy to be liked by others.

In less than half an incense stick of time, a group of people flew up in a mighty manner to search for "specialties" everywhere.

With Rong Qing as the main force to deal with the leader of the beast herd, the originally extremely difficult battle became easy. They only had to deal with the fallen corpses.

"I thought..." Xizi touched her nose, "You all don't want Junior Sister to help."

He himself was used to playing badly. But the other elite disciples were still very competitive. The more difficult the experience, the more rewards you will gain after you get through it. Why did Rong Qing take the lead this time?

"Give her the chance, and we'll have a better chance of winning." Ning Mu looked at Rong Qing's back, "The focus of this generation is Yu Rong, and her future is the future of this generation of Qinghang Realm. I can see the big picture clearly. Others must also understand this, so they made the same decision as me."

The huge beast, as big as a hill, fell to the ground with a dull sound. Ning Mu looked calm, and he flicked his sleeves and ten pink flowers flew out and began to cut the beast's body. The hard scales were easily cut and sorted like tofu. The corpses of the beasts covered an area of ​​a thousand miles, like a scene in purgatory.

The female cultivator in white stood with her hands behind her back in the air. She had no interest in the endless corpses of ferocious beasts on the ground and her eyes were fixed straight ahead.

That is……

Xizi took a deep breath and guessed what Rong Qing was thinking.

"Little Junior Sister, you wouldn't even dare to have the idea of ​​using it... No, that's impossible."

If those huge and ferocious beasts are ants, then Rong Qing’s new target is the giant.

Babel tree.

It occupies half of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and its roots buried deep underground... may have spread across the entire secret realm.

It's strange to say, normal trees grow outward from the center. But this Tongtian wood grows in a strange way, with a hollow in the middle, and the hollow area is so large that it is staggering, with a diameter of nearly ten thousand miles. Everyone thinks this tree looks like a barrel.

Rong Qing now understood the reason, and she felt that it would be better to look like a nest rather than a barrel.

"How strong is he?" Rong Qing asked the best in the world.

"His intelligence isn't very high, and his power level is close to that of a king. It's just that he's a bit bigger, so he's a bit difficult to deal with..." After saying this, Number One Under Heaven took a look at the magic weapon in Rong Qing's hand, and said without further ado, "Hurry up."

Rong Qing smiled and understood what number one in the world meant.

The invisible force field spread out with a roar. The mustard seed domain that had not been opened since Rong Qing became a ninth-level spirit was now opening wantonly, easily reaching a distance of 100,000 miles, and even locking onto the Tongtian Wood and pulling it up forcefully.

(End of this chapter)