Chapter 420 Heavy Pressure
The dark abyss, the dense black cocoons.
Shu Han looked at it, and couldn't help sweating in his palms and chilling his back.
Over the years, he has experienced many storms, and this is the first time he was scared like this.
Having just fought with the black monster, Shu Han knew how terrible this monster was.
Under the extreme pressure of spiritual liquid, the monster could still keep up with the speed and strength of his body of heavenly fire. If it was released, the monster could slaughter Jindan monks with the strength of its flesh alone.
Not only that, the monster's body was very strong, and the indestructible Chaos Immortal Sword was greatly resisted. The monster's body was comparable to a magic weapon.
It was only with the Chaos Immortal Sword that Shu Han could easily kill this monster. If it was replaced with an ordinary magic weapon, Shu Han would definitely have a headache, after all, even Daytime Destruction could not cause fatal damage to this monster. And the power of Daytime Destruction has far exceeded many Jindan magic weapons.
This reminded him of the Jindan cultivators in the Great Nirvana City. Their cultivation was decent, but their magic weapons were nothing compared to the Chaos Immortal Sword. If they were used to deal with this kind of monster, they would not even be able to break through the defense.
Not to mention that this monster could interfere with the divine consciousness and pollute the magic power. Shu Han estimated that it would take nearly ten Jindan cultivators of the Yingtian Clan to fight against this monster.
One monster was so terrifying, not to mention that there were countless monster black cocoons lurking in the abyss. If all the monsters were allowed to break out of the cocoons, the 32 million Yingtian people in the Great Nirvana City would have to be slaughtered within a few days!
The cold wind from the abyss blew up, making Shu Han shiver.
He mustered up his courage and carefully observed the monsters in the black cocoons with his clear and bright eyes.
Shu Han found that the monsters in these black cocoons were all in a dormant state. These monsters had no meridians or dantian, and were full of strange magic power, as if they were monsters directly transformed by strange magic power.
The ultimate source of these strange magic powers is the black gem eye on the top of the monster's head.
After several observations, Shu Han found that these monsters were not as different as other living creatures. Each monster seemed to be copied from the same mold, with the same body structure.
Rather than saying it is a living creature, it is better to say that it is a magical tool that can move.
Who put so many monsters in the depths of the Great Nirvana City?
What are so many monsters sleeping in the depths of the Great Nirvana City waiting for?
Shu Han didn't dare to think about it any further.
Yingtian Realm is really weird!
Shu Han swallowed his saliva and decided not to stay here anymore. If he made any noise and woke up these monsters, he would really have to die here.
So Shu Han put the dead monster's body into the storage bag and began to use his luck to recover from the injury.
Shu Han looked at the wounds on his arms. The wounds were not big, but there was black gas slowly spreading in the flesh and blood.
The flesh and blood infected by the black gas also began to mutate, as if that piece of flesh and blood did not belong to Shu Han himself.
Shu Han couldn't help but frown. His body of Heavenly Fire was immune to all poisons, but this black gas could actually infect his body of Heavenly Fire. It was simply terrifying.
So, Shu Han activated the Heavenly Fire in his body and burned the rotten flesh and blood at the wound together with the black gas. Finally, he applied the spiritual medicine that Shu Han had refined before, activated the Heavenly Fire in his body, and the wounds on Shu Han's arms began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As long as the Heavenly Fire is supplied, the body of the Heavenly Fire is close to immortality.
After healing the wounds on his arms, Shu Han began to look for an exit to leave this stone staircase.
He vaguely remembered that he was wrestling with a monster in the spiritual liquid pipeline, and accidentally broke through some barrier, and finally fell to this abyss stone staircase.
Shu Han explored along the abyss stone wall behind the stone steps, and finally saw a dim formation on the stone wall not far from where he fell.
He observed that the stone wall formation was still stained with splashed spiritual liquid, and thought that he probably rushed out from here.
So Shu Han slightly poured his magic power into the formation, and suddenly the formation emitted a faint light. Shu Han was sucked into the formation by the strong suction force.
Immediately, Shu Han was wrapped in the highly compressed spiritual liquid and returned to the spiritual liquid pipeline.
Shu Han estimated that he was about a quarter of the way to the City Lord's Mansion.
Having come here, Shu Han would definitely not give up halfway, so he continued to swim slowly towards the City Lord's Mansion under the increasing pressure around him.
On the way afterwards, Shu Han did not encounter that kind of weird monster again. It seemed that only that monster woke up, as if it was specially guarding the spiritual liquid pipeline and the monster's nest.
Without the monster blocking the way, Shu Han's progress was not easy.
As he continued to approach the City Lord's Mansion, the pressure increased exponentially.
Finally, since Shu Han trained the body of heavenly fire, his body felt such an unbearable pressure for the first time.
Under the heavy pressure, Shu Han's chest and abdomen collapsed, and his ribs could not support his chest, and they broke in half in an instant.
Shu Han frowned in pain.
Such an amazing pressure!
Shu Han touched his chest. He felt that his chest and back would soon be pressed together under such heavy pressure, and his chest and abdomen would be completely squeezed together.
Even if he was a body of heavenly fire, he would not dare to torment his body like this.
If the chest and abdomen collapsed, it would damage the heart in the chest and the internal organs in the abdomen. Even a body of heavenly fire would be seriously injured.
Being seriously injured in such a pipe is fatal!
Shu Han did not dare to move forward. He clearly felt that the end of the pipe was not far ahead, but he could no longer bear the heavy pressure in front of him.
"Try using Xiyun once! Maybe you can rush through it during Xiyun's amplification time!"
"But if you force Xiyun to rush through the high-pressure area ahead, you will be very weak in a short period of time and cannot return the same way. You can only stay in the five-color spiritual liquid pool to heal your wounds. What if Yu Xiuyun comes back at this time, wouldn't you be trapped?"
When he hesitated, Shu Han suddenly had an idea.
"Now my limbs and head can still withstand the heavy pressure, but the chest and abdomen are under greater pressure because of the air. In this case, why don't I do this?"
Yes, Shu Han suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the surrounding spiritual liquid in big mouthfuls to fill his stomach and lungs.
He is a cultivator and no longer needs to breathe.
Immediately, the lungs and stomach were squeezed into the high-pressure spiritual liquid. In an instant, the internal and external spiritual liquids were connected, causing the internal and external pressures to reach a balance, and Shu Han's squeezed chest and abdomen swelled again.
Chaosheng!
Wow!
Shu Han's body lit up with the dawn.
As soon as the sun came out, the damage to Shu Han's body was immediately repaired, the broken ribs recovered instantly, and the body of the sky fire briefly reached its peak state.
Due to the balance of internal and external pressures, Shu Han's body could withstand greater pressure, so he continued to stagger forward to explore.
In the pipe in front, Shu Han followed the light of the spirit stone and observed that the three-color spirit liquid was violently colliding and changing. The three colors stirred back and forth, gradually compressing and condensing into the prototype of the five-color spirit liquid.