Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 42: The Chosen One
The Chosen One...
Murong Xumu thinks that he is such a person.
At the age of three, he accidentally ate a nine-patterned Taoist fruit that no one had discovered, and the sky-high beam of Taoist fruit was covered by a cloud of disaster.
When he was four years old, he slipped and fell off a cliff, and landed on the belly of the Grand Elder of Guanghan Sect. He was then accepted as a junior brother of the same generation as the Sect Master.
At the age of seven, he was swimming for fun and was swept away by the turbulent undercurrent in the icy lake. He found the corpse of an ice dragon and sucked most of the essence of the dragon ball.
He has been surrounded by good fortune throughout his life, which is why he is now so famous in the cultivation world.
Those who are younger than him are not as good at fighting as him.
There is no one older than him who can fight better than him.
Those who are older than him don't have as strong a background as him.
There are no babies who are stronger than him as good as him.
Even her figure and appearance are overwhelming.
Therefore, he had no doubt that wherever he went, great opportunities would come to his doorstep.
A nine-patterned elixir suddenly appeared in front of him. For others, it might be an opportunity for smoke to come out of their ancestral graves, but for him, it was just a drizzle.
At this moment, seeing that the magical medicine with nine spiritual patterns suddenly turned into a pitch-black mass, it was obvious that it was not a good thing. Murong Xumu was actually slightly stunned.
At this moment, the mandrake root trembled wildly in his hand like a sieve, and a horrible screaming face suddenly made a terrible sound.
"Sound~~~~~~" The shrill sound, which is different from the frequency of human sound waves, pierces the face like a steel needle and rushes straight into the sky.
The trees that were originally covered with ice crystals were shaking continuously in this terrifying scream. Snow piles mixed with ice cubes were falling down in a mess. Several birds fell straight from the sky. Wang Chen, who was in the center of the scream, was like a straw in a hurricane, with his hair flying and his clothes flying violently.
Wang Chen had thousands of words in his mind, but they were all reduced to two words: "I...fuck..."
Almost instantly, the hard ice climbing on his body shattered and fell off.
The swirling snow and wind reminded him of the snowstorm he encountered on his way north.
Even in this time of wind and snow, with the whistling sounds still continuing, Wang Chen tried his best to calm the disordered ancestral energy in his body, and struggled to stab Murong Xumu with a sword.
Murong Xumu's world was collapsing as his soul was suddenly attacked. He knelt on one knee, gasping for breath. Countless double images appeared in front of his eyes and his head was full of dancing stars, just like the severe aftereffects of a mortal running at an excessive speed.
However, this did not prevent him from sensing the danger from the sword and instinctively raising his hand to condense a blue ice shield.
The spiritual power of the magic practitioners is already strong, not to mention that he is the undisputed leader among the younger generation of magic practitioners. The close-range soul attack of Mandragora root is not fatal, and his consciousness is rapidly reorganizing and recovering.
Xiaoyao is a very strange existence. Even Li Tiannan cannot see her. Although she does not have much fighting power, she is able to retrieve Wang Chen's soul during Li Tiannan's soul search.
Therefore, Wang Chen believed that Xiaoyao had a strong resistance to soul attacks. Even so, after making preparations in advance and under Xiaoyao's protection, he still almost fainted. The soul attack of the Mandrake Root was enough to shatter the soul of an ordinary cultivator, and even Bai Linhu, the leader of a gang, could not withstand it.
"Ding." The Qinggang sword was bounced to the side like an ant trying to shake a tree.
"Too strong." Wang Chen and Xiao Yao were both stunned, and then a hint of madness flashed in Wang Chen's eyes.
At this moment, it is a situation where it is either you or me. Wang Chen took a step forward, grabbed the Qinggang short sword that fell to the side and stabbed again.
But his eyes were unconsciously attracted by Mandragora root's actions, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
It turned out that the Mandrake Root saw that the Soul Scream had no effect, so it raised its two roots and attacked Murong Xumu.
What’s even more terrifying is that the speed at which the roots fluttered was almost like an afterimage, faster than Wang Chen’s sword!
The man and the demon actually attacked the strongest among the three parties at the same time.
The white hands were slightly raised, as if waving away the dust floating in the air, indescribably elegant and graceful. The air condensed rapidly, and the crackling sound was like the invisible air shattering in the extreme cold. The sword and the flying roots were frozen in mid-air at the same time.
After taking a deep breath, Murong Xumu's dazed pupils shrank slightly and his consciousness quickly recovered.
His eyes were calm, like the surface of a frozen lake. His perfect face slowly lifted up, showing traces of anger and a kind of evil charm.
He didn't check it out in time, and was almost ambushed by this extremely ugly tuber and a casual cultivator with extremely low cultivation level, which made his heart turn cold.
"Now these two guys actually want to take his life while he's sick?"
"How could anyone dare to treat Master Murong ?"
With his eyes raised and his hands still in the position of freezing the dagger and roots, he slowly raised his head.
Haha... Although he was angry in his heart, his demeanor remained the same. His lips were slightly parted, revealing a graceful and cold smile at the corners of his mouth.
The cold air was gathering, and the next moment he would freeze the two ignorant guys and then stomp them into pieces with one foot.
"Um?"
Just when he thought everything was under control, in the white mist raised by the cold air, a thin black root suddenly shot into his mouth like a poisonous snake lurking in the soil.
Then, Murong Xumu's smile froze on his face, and he felt that the whole world became colorful. He fell on his back, splashing a cloud of snowflakes.
Pretending for an hour, falling down in a second. Wang Chen was stunned. He had just seen clearly that two of the three roots under the mandrake root were frozen, but the middle one was extremely cunning and inserted into Murong Xumu's mouth like a poisonous snake.
Then this guy who was good at playing ice fell on his back.
A chill ran down his spine. The cultivation world was so vast that even a cultivator as strong as the one before him could be defeated by a dark mandragora root. He secretly vowed that he would never underestimate any opponent in the future.
Also, you must not show off.
The Mandrake root knocked Murong Xumu down, and it chirped twice happily, but then suddenly bounced up like a hard stone, trying to hit Wang Chen's head.
He instinctively understood that Wang Chen was much weaker than the fallen guy. At this moment, his heart was extremely inflated, and he just wanted to kill Wang Chen with a headbutt and enjoy this rare high-quality nutrient.
"How dare you be so arrogant!" Wang Chen was almost amused by the arrogance of the tuber. He was prepared and punched the Datura root.
"Bang!" The Mandrake root was knocked away.
It was in the air, with three roots extending out from its body like poisonous snakes.
"This guy is just like a master of martial arts!" Wang Chen retreated quickly. He had no idea what was so special about the roots of the Datura root, but seeing that the guy playing with ice fell down when touched, it was likely to contain a deadly poison.
He tapped his feet and retreated extremely quickly. Those were his mysterious steps that had already transformed into a mysterious form, and ordinary people couldn't see where he landed at all.
However, this speed was no match for the Mandrake root that even Murong Xumu was attracted to. Seeing a root quickly and rapidly reaching out into his mouth, he closed his lips tightly and reached out his hand fiercely to grab the root in the middle.
"This thing has just been stuffed into Murong Xumu's mouth, what will happen if it touches my face?!"
A soft and numb feeling appeared in the hand, and then the ancestral energy rushed into the hand frantically to resist the poison.
"Chi", the Mandrake root whose roots were pinched originally thought that it had subdued Wang Chen.
It has two innate magical powers, both of which are rare skills that can take away the fortune of heaven and earth. One is the soul scream, but the activation condition is harsh and it needs to be pulled up by external force before it can be activated. The other is its poisonous roots, which contain a poison that can make you immortal if you breathe it in.
Who would have thought that even though the poison had taken effect, the fertilizer in front of him which looked not very fertile, did not show any signs of poisoning. Instead, the pair of hands held it tighter and tighter.
The dark screaming face seemed to be in extreme pain, struggling desperately, but could not pull out the root. Gradually, the root was pulled longer and longer, and finally, with a "snap" sound, it broke into two pieces.
“Chi!”
With a scream, the mandrake root plunged into the mud and disappeared.
Xiaoyao was stunned, staring blankly at the roots between the legs of the mandrake being pulled into two pieces.
“This stuff is so poisonous!”
Wang Chen, who has cultivated ancestral energy, is immune to all poisons. However, at this moment even his hands feel soft and numb, which shows the poison of the roots of Datura.
He raised his hand and decisively threw away the poisonous roots. Then he made a sword gesture and the Qinggang sword flew out and pierced Murong Xumu's throat.
"I'll take your life while you're sick, and let him continue to hunt me down?" Wang Chen didn't have that masochistic tendency.
