Chapter 330 Spiritual Fruit and Distribution (Part 2) (Please Subscribe and Bookmark)

Instead of taking the risk of chasing Tubala, it is better to choose Sun Mingsheng who is easier to deal with. On the one hand, the possibility of winning is the highest, and on the other hand, two Huangyuan fruits can basically meet the needs.

The other two Gu cultivators with strange means have more people and more needs. The opponent is naturally Tubala who picked three spiritual fruits. As cultivators from Southern Xinjiang, they are not afraid at all.

As for the thousand-year-old realgar powder used to deal with the giant snake, it is just a small trick for them and cannot form enough deterrence.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, this Huangyuan fruit is a treasure for both you and me. I also need it sincerely. How about distributing one to each person equally?" This late-stage foundation-building cultivator caught up with him not long ago. His words were quite gentle, which subconsciously made people feel trustworthy.

"Huangyuan fruit is the reward I deserve for hunting the giant snake. Why are you being aggressive here?" Sun Mingsheng would naturally not easily give up the treasure he had obtained.

"Why do you think so highly of the treasure, Brother Sun? It's better to give it to me, so as not to hurt the harmony between you and me." The monk's tone was already slightly threatening.

Perhaps he was not willing to easily have a conflict with Sun Mingsheng, but his strength in the late stage of foundation building was still enough to occupy a sufficient advantage in the comparison between the two.

"The spiritual realm is full of treasures, why do you have to force me?" Sun Mingsheng was unwilling to have a conflict, but he was not afraid at all.

In the head-on battle, Sun Mingsheng was not sure enough to win, but he was also sure to maintain a confrontation without winning or losing.

The chase between the two only lasted for an incense stick of time, and they stopped running after they were at a relatively safe distance from the lake.

Sun Mingsheng had no special talents or skills in escaping. Facing the pursuit of a late-stage foundation-building cultivator, he was no match for the other party by relying on his relatively solid foundation. It was better to fight a battle than to continue to escape, and the winner would decide the ownership of the Huangyuan Fruit.

This was obviously the tacit understanding between the two cultivators. After confirming that there was no room for easing between the two sides, the atmosphere became more and more stalemate.

"It seems that we can only fight a battle. If you can take three moves, I will give you two Huangyuan Fruits. If I win by chance, please give up a spiritual fruit, so that we don't fight and others take advantage of it." After a long time, the late-stage foundation-building cultivator on the opposite side finally proposed a solution that both of them could accept.

"Daoyou is straightforward" Without thinking for too long, Sun Mingsheng also approved this solution.

"Daoyou Sun, let's see the first move." Before the words fell, the ground suddenly turned violently, like a dragon turning over. With waves of shaking, a large number of huge pits like wounds appeared on the ground.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo" These wounds on the ground did not appear in vain. The cold wind blew up, making people feel the coldness from the bones.

"Soil condenses, dragons are formed, swallow" a cold voice came, because the ash and soil squeezed out of the cracked earth seemed to have regained consciousness at this time, and condensed together crazily. Under the condensation of magic power, the appearance of earth dragons has appeared.

Three vivid earth dragons shook their heads and tails, with huge mouths, and rushed towards Sun Mingsheng.

The cold wind invaded the internal organs, and the earth dragons devoured the cultivator's body. This late-stage foundation-building cultivator was indeed very powerful. The first move was so fierce that people felt overwhelmed.

Sun Mingsheng showed a surprised look on his face, but he did not delay for too long, and his hands were not slow at all.

The Fire Axe turned into a stream of fiery red light and fell from the sky. It looked like it didn't care about the attacking cultivators at all, and it took the most typical strategy of surrounding Wei to save Zhao.

The twelve fire beads were grouped into four groups to form a spiritual weapon with a size four times larger. In the process of moving forward quickly, it also ejected a series of lightsabers through spiritual power, which first slimmed down the layers of earth dragons.

"Heavenly net, command" Sun Mingsheng has always been a vengeful person in battle. Even if there is an agreement between the two sides, a counterattack is still necessary.

The heavenly net fell from the sky, and the target was also the body of the cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. There was a red flame burning on each thread on it.

In fact, Sun Mingsheng's goal was also quite simple. As long as the cultivator on the opposite side could not resist with strong defensive means, it could be regarded as the second move to reduce the pressure he faced as much as possible.

The three moves of a late-stage foundation-building cultivator with all his strength brought a lot of pressure, and he didn't want to bear this kind of attack foolishly.

"Fellow Daoist Sun is really a strong man who can judge the situation." A mocking voice came, and layers of golden light suddenly burst out from his body.

These golden lights attached to his body are like a layer of golden color that can provide a strong enough defense. The Fire Axe fell on it, and except for a crisp sound, it was easily bounced off, but the golden light did not have any substantial damage.

The second-level middle-grade spiritual art Tianluodiwang did not hesitate at all, and directly covered it in it, and layers of hot flames wrapped it layer by layer, and the temperature within a hundred feet around him rose rapidly.

Some young or weak flowers, plants and trees withered, but the monk surrounded by them seemed to have no feeling at all.

On the other side, under the impact of the twelve flame beads and the weakening of the light, the dragon-like monsters made of mud also turned into pieces of dry dust. In addition to the mutual annihilation and weakening of the magic power, they also did not play any role as they should.

The only thing that affected Sun Mingsheng was the gloomy wind that blew from deep underground and penetrated into his bone marrow but could not be effectively resisted.

In the face of this endless gloomy wind, mana light shields, defensive talismans and other means emerged in an endless stream, but they never played the role they should have. Fortunately, the damage of this gloomy wind to the body was not obvious, and it was still within the range that could be supported in a short time.

"Are you ready, fellow Daoist Sun? I'm going to use the second move. As long as you are willing to admit defeat, you can stop at any time." The monk on the opposite side was obviously sure of victory.

Sun Mingsheng just snorted coldly, and his solemn face clearly expressed his attitude.

With his personality, it is absolutely impossible for him to give away the spiritual objects that have entered the bag again in vain.

"Well, Brother Sun is ready." Before the words fell, the late foundation cultivator waved his hands continuously, with tiny drops of water in between.

These water drops themselves are gray-black, and are also a very special spiritual water. When they melt and have a perfect combination with the Yinfeng, they immediately turn into black ice arrows with complex patterns.