Chapter 614

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

"It's the Zhuxin Mirror!"

"What a ruthless killing of the heart!"

"Senior Brother Zhu should... be able to endure it, right?"

In the eyes of Xu Zhangqing and the others, the scenes within the mirror were both real and false.

They were real because the reactions of the people inside were extremely real, even a bit disgusting.

They were false because even if something happened, normal spirit farmers wouldn't dare blame the Hezhu.

Looking at acquaintances, people they knew.

Listening to one reproach after another, one angry curse after another.

Zhu Fuxian's expression was quite complex: "If it were the me of the past, perhaps I would have taken it to heart.

Now the Spirit Field has Peak Master Mu, Hua Lao, and Xiao Xu looking after it, there definitely won't be any problems."

The moment he spoke these words, the Zhuxin Mirror before him shattered on the spot.

Those people's faces, those voices, suddenly became twisted.

With a crisp "crack" sound, they transformed into countless fragments scattering away.

This time, Zhu Fuxian wasn't even injured, merely experiencing some emotional fluctuations.

Seeing this, Xu Zhangqing, Shi Yuan, Bei Qingtang, and the others all let out a breath of relief: "He endured it!"

The fragments of the Zhuxin Mirror still floated in mid-air; Zhu Fuxian utilized the effects of the Wood Spirit Nine-All Pill to recover his injuries and magical power as much as possible.

After all, the challenges ahead would be more difficult one after another, more dangerous one after another.

If he endured, the Character Golden Core could transform into an Inferior Nascent Soul.

If he couldn't endure, there was only one outcome: body dead, Dao extinguished.

However, before he could regulate his breath, the tribulation clouds suddenly emitted a fine "rustling" sound, lighter than metal friction, yet it made the hairs on the back of Zhu Fuxian's neck stand on end instantly.

Within the originally gray-white tribulation clouds, countless transparent fine threads emerged; they were as fine as cow hair, drifting over mixed within the Wood Spirit Qi.

This was the sixth gray thunder, Spirit-Eroding Silk!

There was neither deafening rumbling nor clearly visible form.

The fine threads silently wound around his wrist; the moment they touched skin, they drilled into his body.

Zhu Fuxian finally perceived it, immediately mobilizing his magical power, wanting to shatter these invaders, but his fingertips had just lit up with green light when a heart-piercing pain came from within his body.

It turned out the Spirit-Eroding Silk condensed from Golden Evil Qi had already wound around his Spiritual Root.

Pulling, gnawing, infiltrating, using every method to cause damage.

At this moment, Zhu Fuxian felt his Wood Spirit Root was already riddled with holes; his own aura was weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The light threads descending from Qingmu Peak circled around him, as if unable to find a target.

【34】 In a trance, Zhu Fuxian seemed to see his Wood Spirit Root withering.

In a trance, Zhu Fuxian seemed to see his own Wood Spirit Root withering.

Just like the spirit plants in the illusion earlier, turning black bit by bit, ultimately becoming charcoal.

His perception of Wood Spirit Qi almost disappeared; the magical power in his Golden Core became increasingly sluggish.

His whole person seemed trapped; aura weak, vitality fading.

Xu Zhangqing and the others only saw Zhu Fuxian floating in mid-air, then revealing a pained expression; they fundamentally didn't know what had happened.

Bei Qingtang said with shock and doubt: "Could it be invisible Spirit-Eroding Silk?"

Xu Zhangqing hurriedly asked: "Eldest Senior Sister, what is Spirit-Eroding Silk?"

Bei Qingtang pondered: "I've heard others speak of it; although it has substance, it fundamentally cannot be seen.

Its attack method is very special; it will first absorb your Spiritual Energy, gnaw your Spiritual Root, causing the whole person to lose cultivation aptitude, thoroughly reduced to a cripple!"

As these words fell, Xu Zhangqing's face changed greatly: "Then is there no method to deal with it?"

Bei Qingtang hurriedly reassured: "Sixth Junior Brother, Hezhu Zhu has lived so many years; the spirit pills, spirit talismans, and magic tools in his hands are definitely not few."

What's more, outsiders have no way to intervene in this kind of situation.

During tribulation crossing, even a bit of support would draw even more terrifying thunder tribulation.

At that time, what one would face would not only be Zhu Fuxian crossing the tribulation; even the person making a move would suffer attack; the final result is imaginable.

At this moment, Zhu Fuxian's breathing became increasingly rapid; he deeply knew that if he didn't do something, he would truly die.

Although he had lived seven hundred plus years, he had long since placed life and death beyond concern.

But it was already the sixth gray thunder; only three thunders remained until Nascent Soul.

If he didn't struggle a bit, that would be too much of a pity.

Immediately, green light flashed on the white clothes on his body, and countless plant root systems actually grew out, then pierced into the void one after another; among them, a portion even bound together with Qingmu Peak, beginning to seize Wood Spirit Qi and Life Force.

In a turn of an instant, his whole person recovered a bit of strength; the Golden Core began to rotate slowly.

Surging magical power gushed out, transforming into waves sweeping through his whole body.

The transparent Spirit-Eroding Silk, although invisible, was extremely fragile.

Therefore, not long after, Zhu Fuxian heard "pop pop pop" snapping sounds coming from within his body; the pain brought by the Spiritual Root rapidly weakened.

However, the heavens seemed not intending to let him off.

Just as he resolved the Spirit-Eroding Silk, the tribulation clouds above suddenly turned gloomy.

Immediately after, countless Golden Evil Qi condensed into black chains, winding toward him like living things.

Seventh Gray Thunder, Law-Binding Chain!

Zhu Fuxian didn't dare be careless, immediately summoning his Storage Item, the Cangling Hidden Void Tube.

He tapped the middle position, making a "click-click" sound.

Soon, it split open a crack, and then three Magic Tools jumped out.

A hoe.

A Flying Shuttle.

A stalk of Verdant Green Bamboo.

Xu Zhangqing recognized the Flying Shuttle; its name was "Lightly Vitality Shuttle".

The other two Magic Tools, he had never seen before previously.

But since Zhu Fuxian used them now, it showed they were not simple.

Shi Yuan actually recognized them: "Yunhe Hoe, Verdant Green Bamboo, Lightly Vitality Shuttle, these are Senior Brother's three best Magic Tools."

Only to see Zhu Fuxian flip his wrist, and the Yunhe Hoe automatically flew toward the Law-Binding Chain.

The old peach wood handle emitted a warm light, the refined iron blade struck the chain links, Golden Evil Qi instantly "hissed" with white smoke rising, the originally taut Law-Binding Chain actually softened by half.

Facing this resistance, the Law-Binding Chain shook violently, splitting from one into two.

One continued to wrestle with the Yunhe Hoe.

The other immediately flew toward the target.

Seeing this, Zhu Fuxian quickly stood the Verdant Green Bamboo vertically in front of him; when the patterns on it lit up, it drew the surrounding Wood Spirit Qi to condense into a layer of green light shield in front of his body.

When the Law-Binding Chain crashed into it, it was actually bounced away.

Seeing the tribulation-crossing person still not taken down, the two Law-Binding Chains shook again, instantly turning from two into four.

This time, whether the Yunhe Hoe or the Verdant Green Bamboo, both were a bit unable to endure.

Zhu Fuxian frowned, then pointed his right index finger at the Lightly Vitality Shuttle; it immediately enlarged several times, he hurriedly stepped onto it, and right in front of everyone, transformed into a Green Escape Light speeding wildly through the air.

Once entangled by the Law-Binding Chain, the Golden Core would be trapped, at which point all magical power couldn't be cast, therefore it must be blocked outside, absolutely no contact allowed.

The Lightly Vitality Shuttle carried Zhu Fuxian flying swiftly above Qingmu Peak, speed fast as lightning.

The Law-Binding Chain couldn't catch up for a moment, simply shook again, four turning into eight.

Eight black snakes pursued relentlessly, several times coiling around the Flying Shuttle's tail, but all cleverly avoided by Zhu Fuxian.

Seeing it still wouldn't work, eight turned into sixteen.

Still not working, sixteen turned into thirty-two.

Thirty-two still not working, turned into sixty-four.

The more numerous, the finer the Law-Binding Chain's form became.

Finally as if a "Heaven and Earth Net", yet just couldn't catch up to Zhu Fuxian's Lightly Vitality Shuttle.

Under this consumption, the Golden Evil Qi gradually ran out of steam, plus the rebound and attacks from the other two Magic Tools, unknown how long passed, these chains suddenly collapsed inch by inch.

"The Seventh Gray Thunder endured!"

"Only two left!"

"Go, go!"

Seeing this scene, the most excited were actually Xu Zhangqing, Shi Yuan and the others.

Zhu Fuxian finally stopped, forehead full of seeped cold sweat.

If the Law-Binding Chain continued splitting, he really wouldn't be able to persist.

He glanced at the two Magic Tools; the Yunhe Hoe was full of nicks, the Verdant Green Bamboo appeared exceptionally dim.

If it didn't end soon, they would break.

Suddenly, a Gray Thunder struck down without any warning.

Unexpectedly, this should be the Eighth Gray Thunder.

However, it wasn't any form seen before, but in midair suddenly transformed into a rolling "mist" cluster.

The mist wrapped fine Golden Evil Qi, actually able to corrode the Void, leaving mottled Black Color traces.

Zhu Fuxian's heart tightened, he hurriedly stood the Verdant Green Bamboo vertically before him, patterns lit up once again, drawing Wood Spirit Qi to condense a light shield.

The mist hit the light shield with a "hiss", Golden Evil Qi unable to infiltrate, instead being dissolved.

Just like that dragging on for a while, Zhu Fuxian only felt pressure sharply drop, those approaching Golden Evil Qi dissipating bit by bit, he instantly breathed in relief: "Eighth endured!"

Before he could catch his breath, Gray Thunder arrived again.

This time transformed into a "net" glowing with gray light, fine as hair yet carrying Metal's cold hard Texture.

The moment it appeared, it instantly enveloped the surroundings, completely not giving Zhu Fuxian a chance to escape.

Activity space continuously eroded, less and less.

Zhu Fuxian took a deep breath: "This is the Ninth, endure it and I'll advance to Nascent Soul!"

At this moment he had no hesitation whatsoever, all methods deployed.

Spirit Talismans, Spirit Pills, Magic Tools, whatever was useful he used.

Ultimately endured, survived.

Instantly, Zhu Fuxian only felt his Golden Core start to heat up, his Qi Sea transmitted throbbing, feeling like signs of imminent Breakthrough to Nascent Soul Stage.

Surrounding Wood Spirit Qi gathered, circling around him.

Qingmu Peak branches and leaves swayed, as if Celebrating.

Zhu Fuxian's eye sockets instantly heated: "Success, I finally succeeded!"

At this time, Lan Xin's voice came from behind: "Right, Old Zhu you succeeded!"

Hearing this, Zhu Fuxian instantly froze, a trace of Shock surging in his pupils.

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On Qingmu Peak, Xu Zhangqing and the others saw Zhu Fuxian looking especially happy.

He kept muttering the words "It's done," "Success."

Facing the Erosion Mist formed by the eighth Gray Thunder, he actually did not resist.

Before everyone's eyes, with a sudden "pu chi" sound, his flesh body shattered on the spot.

Only a streak of spiritual light remained, wrapping his storage item, the Qingling Cangkong Tube, flying into Qingmu Peak, and then landing in Xu Zhangqing's hands.

Shi Yuan let out a roar: "Senior Brother!"

Bei Qingtang shook her head: "Did Zhu Hezhu give up on his own?"

Xu Zhangqing held the Qingling Cangkong Tube with both hands, his knuckles pinched white.

His mind went blank at first, then countless memory fragments surged in.

From the first time he met Zhu Fuxian, to later drinking wine and chatting from time to time.

Finally, the scene froze on Zhu Fuxian standing alone in front of the Bamboo Hut's door.

Xu Zhangqing's eye sockets burned hot, tears he couldn't hold back smashed onto the empty tube, splashing a small wet mark; he opened his mouth, his throat Adam's apple rolled several times, before he squeezed out a choked voice from between his teeth, every word trembling: "Respectfully seeing off... Senior Brother Zhu!"