Wu Sheng: I can adapt to evolution

Chapter 116: Fountain of Youth (Part )
Lu Ming was hanging high in the sky. He knew that the ability of this great master was to control the soil. So I won’t come down. What the hell can you do to me?

Can't you attack from a distance?
Then I will also attack from a distance. I will block your door and kill all your tribesmen. Let’s see how you react.
Lu Ming's mind was coordinating ten thousand ideas, which was equivalent to having a large advisory group. With everyone brainstorming, he gradually figured out how to deal with these natural spirits.

The power of heaven and earth controlled by the natural spirit is big but not strong, abundant but not refined. Facing the same large number of soldiers, the power of the natural spirit will pose a great threat.

But if a strong person alone comes close to him and uses a powerful attack, it is most likely that the Nature Spirit will be defeated.

Moreover, for the strong men of the Daqian Dynasty, even if all their men died, it would not affect their strength. But if a tribe of a natural spirit was slaughtered, it would have no way out.

"Swish swish."

Nine flying knives spun and turned in the crowd, moving and staying at will, as if cutting grass with ease.

With Lu Ming's strength, if he really let loose a killing spree, any number of low-level warriors would be wiped out. At his level, he was no longer limited by numbers.

These nine flying knives have spirituality and they specifically target and kill those tribesmen with strong energy. These people are the strength of a tribe. If they are all slaughtered, the tribe will naturally decline.

The black gas emerging from the stone sculpture in the middle of the tribe became heavier and heavier. In a blink of an eye, the shadow of a huge stone man appeared on it.

It was none other than the great leader of this tribe - Shi Jun.

The Great Lord of Stone can control the power of the earth and rocks, can provide the warriors of the tribe with invulnerable protection, and can also make human fists have the strength of thousands of pounds.

However, Lu Ming just stood in mid-air, without taking any action, and just let the magic weapon [Silver Moon Nine-Section Knife] kill on its own.

"Hoohoo."

Black fog filled the void, as if the air had become thicker, pressing down on Lu Ming from all directions.

Snow and wind began to fall from the sky, and gusts of black wind swept over.

The great masters of the three large tribes on the grassland attacked Lu Ming at the same time, but Lu Ming just sneered and did not resist, just standing in the distance.

No matter how you squeeze him, how raging the wind and snow are, or how the black wind plunders his vitality, his body is as strong as a piece of iron inside and out, and his physical strength is incredible. These large-scale attack methods are simply child's play for him.

But the attack speed of the Silver Moon Nine-Cut Knife was getting faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye, hundreds of tribesmen's bodies fell to the ground.

The three great masters were really anxious, especially the great master Shi Jun. How could such a powerful man appear inexplicably on the grassland and disrupt all their plans?

They originally thought that this man was just a southerner who came to plunder the grass valley, and they wanted to kill him at the same time, but they didn't expect him to be so difficult to deal with.

"Don't you prefer long-range harassment, devouring the enemy army bit by bit?"

"Now I'll let you experience this feeling too."

Lu Ming simply closed his eyes. Since the Martial Temple opened up its energy supply, his energy reserves reached their peak for the first time. Not to mention facing such an insignificant attack, even if there was another pollution from the evil god's knowledge, he was confident that he could withstand it all.

He could withstand these mild long-range attacks for three days and three nights without losing a single hair.

However, the tribe under him suffered.

The nine flying knives killed people at an increasingly faster speed. In less than half a quarter of an hour, all the elite soldiers were slaughtered. In another half a quarter of an hour, all the young and strong men were dead.

In the end, only a group of less than 300 old, weak, sick and disabled people were left, looking at the corpses on the ground and the smell of blood in horror.

Cracks slowly appeared on the stone sculpture standing in the middle of the tribe. As the tribe was destroyed, the natural spirit also began to die.

Lu Ming watched all this unfold. Such strengths and weaknesses were all too obvious. Once someone could find their weak spot, they would be doomed. However, these nature spirits were like weeds on the grassland, even those from large tribes.

Even if they are wiped out today, after a while, as the population gathers, new natural spirits will soon emerge, in clusters and batches.

Lu Ming looked at the constantly breaking stone sculpture, slowly pulled open the Sunset Bow, and placed an ironwood arrow on it.

The snow and black wind around wanted to gather together to stop him, but in an instant, a surge of yang energy rose from Lu Ming's body, covering the Sunset Bow and the ironwood arrows. The area within a radius of hundreds of feet was filled with pure yang energy.

A thick black gas rose from the stone sculpture, as if it sensed a great threat.

"Die."

Lu Ming released the bowstring, and the ironwood arrow, wrapped in strong yang energy and carrying the power to destroy everything, was about to sweep away everything in front.

"boom."

With a loud bang, the entire stone sculpture exploded, and the natural spirit inside it was like a water bag with a hole in it, and its original power was dissipating madly.

Of course, Lu Ming couldn't miss this opportunity. His telekinesis turned into a big hand and grabbed the ball of spirituality.

However, just as he was about to take it, a gentle but firm force bounced it away.

"Ok?"

Lu Ming raised his head slightly, and saw a faint spiritual light emerging from the illusory stone figure, and a stream of spring water that seemed to flow from the depths of the world was gurgling out.

The spring water splits into countless tributaries of various sizes, connecting with various parts of the void.

Among them, there is a thicker tributary that connects to the Great Lord Shijun.

The invisible force flowed along this tributary into the body of Lord Shijun, which not only did not dissipate but made it even stronger.

"spring……"

Lu Ming looked at the spring water that suddenly appeared, and something suddenly came to his mind.

The black loach said before that it once lived in a spring that was emitting light, and all natural spirits seemed to be born from that spring.

So, this spring, hidden somewhere unknown, came into the world?
Perhaps this is the reason why the strength of these natural spirits has greatly increased. This spring water is the source of their power. With the emergence of the spring water, they have gained more powerful power blessings one by one.

And at the moment when the spring water appeared, a light suddenly appeared on a precious mirror in the Martial Temple in the capital of Zhongzhou, and a line of words slowly appeared: The green light never falls, but the white bones compete in the flow; it appears once in a thousand years, and those who fight for the throne become prisoners.

The Martial Temple shook instantly. This [Sky Monitoring Mirror] was specifically used to monitor those mysterious existences between heaven and earth.

If any existence leaves a backup plan in the human world and is born, it will be detected immediately.

The chief priest of the Martial Temple slowly erased the words, and then a reflection of a spring appeared in the magic mirror.

Fountain of Youth!

The Fountain of Youth, representing immortality, the curse of eternal life...

Born!
(End of this chapter)