Chapter 1113 The Turtle Monk's Secret Weapon (Please subscribe and bookmark)
In fact, facing the premise that the ancient senior monks carefully arranged various forbidden formations before their death and the natural guards from various monsters, if there were no joint attack by a group of more than ten Yuanying stage monks, in most cases, it would be impossible to guarantee the collapse of the mountains and cracks caused by the emergence of the senior monks' caves.
Of course, this could also be a counterattack by the senior monks who were unwilling to give up. Those who were destined to destroy their mausoleum caves could not obtain all the benefits, and at most they could only seize an opportunity.
"If you don't take what God has given you, you will suffer the consequences. Since this opportunity has been delivered to my door, how can I give it up and let it slip away?"
"Since I entered the Burial Star Domain, I have gained some fourth-level middle-grade spiritual medicines and spiritual materials, but I still have a long way to go to achieve the goal I set at the beginning. If I want to achieve a rapid promotion in my cultivation and break through the bottleneck to advance to the fifth level of the Nascent Soul, I can only do it with the help of the treasures in the cave of my predecessors."
"Since you have chosen this white fog as the place for your mausoleum cave after your death, you must be alone. The accumulation of a mid-to-late Nascent Soul cultivator throughout his life is such a huge fortune?"
All kinds of thoughts kept churning in my mind, but the core was still the promotion of my cultivation. There was no change in this from beginning to end.
After having a relatively clear guess about all aspects, Sun Mingsheng naturally would not hesitate any longer. Under the layers of protection of the fiery red armor formed by the Three Flavors True Fire, he turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to the location where the hawk's shrill cry came from.
After entering the Burial Star Region and the area covered by the white fog, Sun Mingsheng became more and more familiar with the Three Flavors True Fire Treasure Technique in recent days, and he appeared to be in a state of doing whatever he wanted.
In the entire area covered by the white fog, the hawk's shrill cry was not only heard by Sun Mingsheng, but many experienced monks went forward one step ahead of him, just for a little advantage.
"After searching for a long time, I finally found it. My chance fell on someone else's body."
"It's been less than a month since I entered the area covered by white fog. I may encounter a cave of a senior who is about to be born. This buried star field is really lucky."
"I was about to leave, but suddenly encountered the cave of a senior who was born. I wasted decades of time in vain. I must grab a bowl to satisfy my desire."
"Gods will kill gods, Buddhas will kill Buddhas. If anyone blocks me and robs the treasures, no matter where they come from, they will become the dead souls under my knife."
In different locations in the entire area covered by white fog, monks of different ages, genders, experiences, and temperaments made the same choice after hearing the shrill screams of the goshawks, that is, to participate in the competition for the legacy of the cave of the senior who is about to be born.
The hatred of cutting off people's paths is almost on the same level as killing their parents. This hatred is impossible to effectively resolve.
In the entire Buried Star Region, no other senior cultivators' cave dwellings have appeared for a long time. Once this cave dwelling appears, the competition will be fierce and the battle will be intense.
Different cultivators have different guesses about the movements in the entire area covered by white fog, and the specific waves it will cause are still unknown.
But as the initiator of all this, a turtle demon cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul with a heavy and hard turtle shell on his back is in a state of panic.
"There is always a loophole in a hundred precautions. Who would have thought that the last breath of vitality of this goshawk would choose such a way that would hurt both sides? Could it be that the legend that these goshawks are the souls of the monks who sat and died here is true?"
"But this place is the inheritance of my turtle predecessors after all. Compared with other monks, this turtle naturally has enough advantages and has enough advantages. At least most of the treasures can be collected."
This seemingly stupid and slow turtle demon monk in the Nascent Soul stage looked at the goshawk on the ground who had lost a good life and was torn apart alive, and his face showed helplessness and hardship.
Every Nascent Soul cultivator who can overcome difficulties and obstacles and come to this state now has a mature mind and a firm heart of Taoism that cannot be easily shaken. Faced with difficult and severe situations and dangers, they can quickly successfully unravel and find their own unique advantages.
This seemingly stupid turtle cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage is naturally no exception, and the movements of his hands have never stopped.
A semicircular blade without a handle spurted out of his mouth, gently rotating in the air, cutting off pieces of stone and soil frantically.
Half an hour later
As a huge bluestone fell, a wooden door with a green body appeared. In the middle of the wooden door, there was a key-like socket, as if waiting for the next owner to come.
The semicircular blade rotated lightly, and the shape of the blade itself changed in time. A strange-shaped key appeared in front of him and was directly inserted into the hole on the wooden door. It was a perfect fit, leaving no trace of a blank space.
"Turtle inheritance, life essence blood, cover, door open, command"
This turtle monk seemed to be quite familiar with everything in front of him. It seemed that this cave house did not appear on its own initiative, but belonged to a turtle monk.
Under the key transformed by the round sharp blade and the gushing infusion of blood, a crack finally appeared in the middle of the wooden door that was intact and without any traces, and it gradually expanded. The two wooden doors also gradually opened, and the true appearance of this senior monk's cave house was finally revealed.
A fleeting smile appeared on the round face of the turtle-like mid-Nascent Soul monk. The turtle shell, which was originally on the back and was famous for its defense, was constantly expanding under the lingering layers of black luster, surrounding it as a whole.
The turtle monk's limbs and head were very flexible and familiar with the layers of the turtle shell, and he retracted into the layers of the turtle shell, turning into an elliptical existence, a ball with power, and directly broke into the cave house of this senior monk with the gravity of moving forward.
In a dark and bottomless cave, a black ball with strange patterns was wandering around. From time to time, a black arrow, a sword, or a beam of light would hit different positions on the elliptical light ball.
However, when the elliptical light ball faced such an attack, apart from some fiery red star-shaped light spots and pauses after the collision, there was no other substantial impact, and it rushed forward smoothly all the way.