Chapter 411: Chapter 256: Cultivation World 46
The swamp scale crocodile was knocked flying by the spiritual energy bullet. Si Lingle turned around to deal with the other two, her hands moving like a butterfly through flowers, quickly casting a magnetic field cage to trap the three swamp scale crocodiles.
She then unleashed a divine sense attack on the swamp scale crocodile that had been hit by the spiritual energy bullet, which was torn apart by her divine sense.
Si Lingle’s hands quickly formed seals, chanting softly, and with a wave of her hands, a clear stream of water shot out like a lively dragon from her palm, rushing towards the trapped swamp scale crocodile.
The water transformed into countless tiny water needles at the instant it approached the swamp scale crocodile, shooting towards it with a sharp whistling sound, dense like raindrops.
The swamp scale crocodile sensed danger and roared angrily, its massive body writhing violently in an attempt to avoid the sudden attack.
However, the swamp crocodile was trapped by the magnetic field cage and had no place to escape.
In the moment the swamp crocodile was distracted by the water needles, Si Lingle teleported instantly, appearing behind the swamp crocodile. In her hand appeared a crystal-clear water sword, the blade flowing with agile light.
She slashed down hard at the neck of the swamp scale crocodile. The water sword, carrying immense power, penetrated through the tough scales instantly, striking its vital point directly.
The swamp scale crocodile let out a mournful scream, its body crashing heavily into the swamp and splashing up a large spray of mud.
Its eyes gradually lost their luster, and the massive body ceased all movement.
In the next breath, Si Lingle appeared in front of another swamp crocodile, killing it with a single stroke.
The skin of this swamp crocodile was good material for artifact refining, so Si Lingle didn’t use the Thunder Magnetic Cannon or Sword Intent, as that would have damaged the skin considerably.
Si Lingle sheathed her sword and stood, collecting the swamp crocodile’s body.
Then she continued to press deeper in.
The sky changed suddenly in the blink of an eye.
The originally grey dome suddenly tilted over like an inkstone, the thunder rumbling like the roar of an ancient beast rolling over the swamp.
A storm mixed with hail crashed down, and each raindrop carried a biting chill, instantly crystallizing into frost blades upon touching the ground.
Si Lingle’s protective spiritual light trembled violently, while eerie suction noises came from the depths of the mire, with countless vine-like moss tendrils shooting up from the mud, wrapping around her ankles.
She flipped her hand and drew out a Thunder Talisman; the vines shattered inch by inch upon being hit by it, yet more dark shadows surged up from the depths of the swamp.
Just as her protective spiritual light was about to disperse, a figure in dark purple broke through the curtain of rain.
The female cultivator tread barefoot on floating dark silk, bells in her hair swaying with her movement, their sound forming a strange resonance with the storm and thunder.
With a light tap of her fingertip, dozens of Wenjun Lotus suddenly bloomed in the swamp, their petals slicing through the vines, while the fragrance from their lotus hearts dispelled the poison fog.
"Follow the lotus lanterns," the female cultivator’s voice seemed steeped in cold spring water, and with a wave of her hand, she tossed out three green jade lotus seeds. As soon as the seeds landed, they transformed into ghostly blue lotus flames, burning a winding path across the mire.
Once they had escaped to a high ground dominated by a thousand-year-old banyan tree, Si Lingle could finally see the female cultivator’s face clearly.
An oval face, with long, slender eyebrows like willow leaves, lightly sweeping into her temples, adding a touch of heroism.
The female cultivator wore a long purple robe made from luxurious brocade, embroidered with golden phoenix patterns.
A golden belt, set with a large purple gem, cinched her waist. Below, she wore a purple skirt embroidered with silver patterns, elegantly complementing the golden phoenix on her robe.
"I am Ziyue from Yunmeng Manor."
"A loose cultivator, Nan Chu," Si Lingle did not give her real Taoist name.
Besides Ziyue, there were ten others, all wearing the same attire.
Ziyue said, "These are disciples of Yunmeng Manor. Fellow cultivator, you should avoid lingering in the Wind Spirit Mountain Range during this time, as it is not safe."
"Why?"
"Because there are evil force cultivators causing trouble everywhere."
Ziyue had come to the Wind Spirit Mountain Range seeking opportunity, as a legend said a piece of Ancient Divine Artifact, the Wind Spirit Jade, was hidden deep within the range. This artifact was said to possess the mysterious power to control wind elements, granting its wielder unparalleled abilities.
Upon hearing the legend, Ziyue was filled with intense desire. She believed that obtaining the Wind Spirit Jade would not only enhance her own strength but also bring great honor and protection to Yunmeng Manor.
Secondly, she was on a mission, as Yunmeng Manor had numerous complex connections with various forces surrounding the Wind Spirit Mountain Range.
Recently, an evil force had appeared within the Wind Spirit Mountain Range, wreaking havoc and disrupting the surrounding peace and tranquility, even posing a potential threat to Yunmeng Manor.
