Chapter 379: Chapter 136: Threefold Faces, Hui Jiao Transformation
Li Xuan laughed, "Stop asking questions."
Tong Jia rolled her eyes but entwined her hands more tightly around him, then smiled brightly, an expression of joy filled with "sprinkling dog food" on her charming face.
Just at that moment, black smoke suddenly moved aside in the distance, and the cold, dark reef area seemed as if the gates to hell had opened.
Tong Jia nervously patted him and said, "Hey hey hey, we’re going in."
Li Xuan raised his finger to make a "shushing" gesture.
Tong Jia grabbed his finger and said, "Don’t shush. Once we get on the reefs, don’t speak.
Use Wind Manipulation Skill, wrap your body with the wind, don’t expose your body directly, then go in and harvest the Yin Ore and leave.
Remember, don’t expose your body outside.
Those malevolent ghosts will be attracted by flesh and blood.
Also, the time the black smoke disperses won’t be long, move quickly in and out, don’t dawdle.
Anyway, just follow me.
Alright, stop talking."
Li Xuan nodded.
Along the way, Tong Jia had already instructed him many times.
The three of them moved forward using water manipulation, then quickly employed Wind Manipulation Skill to land on the reefs.
But upon landing, the three were momentarily stunned.
That black smoke hadn’t completely dispersed but instead cleared out four or five corridors...
The corridors moved like black intestines, squirming with a "gurgling" sound, occasionally expanding and contracting, twisting layer upon layer, making it impossible to see what lies ahead.
This situation was not unfamiliar to Lu Yanwu and the others, and they had their strategies; at this moment, he exchanged glances with Tong Jia, and they decided to split paths, each choosing a different route.
Tong Jia suddenly remembered she hadn’t explained this special situation to Li Xuan, so she quickly looked at Li Xuan, pointed at him, then at herself, signaling him to follow.
Li Xuan nodded.
He understood the scene at first glance.
It was uncertain whether there would be spiritual ores at the end of the corridors, and the time the black smoke dispersed wouldn’t be too long.
In order to harvest spiritual ore, cultivators would scatter as much as possible.
However, this time he didn’t plan to follow Tong Jia; he wanted to try on his own, so as Tong Jia cautiously entered one of the black smoke corridors, he headed in the opposite direction.
Tong Jia felt her way ahead, walking slowly, maintaining magic to wrap herself with wind, avoiding exposing her flesh outside. Before long, she reached the end.
The end was sealed by a cluster of black smoke, and along the way, there was no Yin Ore.
Tong Jia sighed inwardly at her bad luck, then turned around to withdraw.
But when she turned, she was startled: Li Xuan was gone!!
Her almond-shaped eyes showed a look of urgency, but here she couldn’t explore or make noise; if she alarmed the ghosts on both sides, she’d be done for too.
Tong Jia could only suppress her anxiousness and quickly headed outside.
...
The "missing" Li Xuan was standing at the end of a corridor far from the other two.
His luck wasn’t great either; there was Yin Ore not too far away, but that area was shrouded in black smoke.
Li Xuan controlled the activated wind, revealing just a fingertip...
At the fingertip, a spirit attribute as high as 630 points burst forth, and the finger that activated everything directly pointed at the black smoke.
At that point, he felt slightly bewildered, as he didn’t feel he was pointing at the black smoke but rather at the air where the black smoke was.
The air holding the black smoke instantly became a part of Li Xuan.
He flicked his fingertip.
The air turned into wind, rushing upward.
But the black smoke within the wind remained unmoving.
The black smoke had noticed him.
In a split second, transformations began.
The black smoke, like the roots of an ancient tree carved by a dark stylist, revealed circles of contours, taking on a menacing shape.
Hollow eyes, not human-like, resembling a party of limbs, linked together.
Looking left, it was as if ghostly hands emerged from the dark soil of the shadow lands, hanging limply; looking right, each swelling was, upon closer inspection, a ghost face.
This black smoke wasn’t a single malevolent ghost...
But a ghost tide.
Ghosts born from the environment were never singular.
This was happening as fast as it was being described.
Li Xuan exposed his finger and flicked his finger almost simultaneously.
And as the black smoke revealed its shape, forming a ghost tide, reaching for his fingertip, this happened simultaneously.
In a flash, numerous ghost hands shot out from the ghost tide, fast as black lightning, grabbing onto Li Xuan’s finger.
A cold, stagnant feeling came instantly.
Li Xuan felt his finger quickly freeze, losing sensation, and its color turned from normal "blood color" to grayish white, swollen, resembling the fingers of someone deceased long ago.
’So this is a ghost?’
In the next instant, Li Xuan switched from defense to offense.
The power of flesh that had already peered into the essence of life surged out, as swelling as a volcanic eruption, blasting directly to his fingertip.
The scorching hot flesh touched the ghost hands, emitting a "sizzling" sound.
Li Xuan’s grayish-white finger was quickly reverting to blood color, but not instantly all red; rather alternating patches of white and red, like normal skin covered with ghastly white spots.
A tug-of-war quickly formed.
Behind the ghost tide, even more grotesque and bizarre ghost entities rapidly emerged from it.
Li Xuan glanced sideways.
In the blink of an eye, he decided it was time to stop.
In another instant, his body shifted, and the sword form, modified countless times, completed instantly, the power of flesh combined with the most suitable body, creating a perfect burst at his fingertip.
Bang!
Li Xuan lightly tapped.
His fingertip was like a deep red blazing sun.
The ghost tide still in a tug-of-war scattered like snow meeting hot water, dissolving with a "sizzle" and retreating a dozen meters around.
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