Wu Sheng: I can adapt to evolution

Chapter 131 Escape
The light covering the sky, after penetrating everyone's bodies and freezing them, suddenly began to flow in the reverse direction, all flowing back into the pottery jar.

And in the process of backflow, these brilliances were drawn out of the body, as if even the original power deep in the body was being drawn away.

The first to collapse were the three great natural spirits.

They have killed too many humans and have accumulated too much essence in their bodies, just like fattened livestock, and it is finally time to slaughter them.

Strands of power were drained from their bodies, and their bodies, which were originally several dozen feet or even dozens of feet in size, shrank by half in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was panicked, but they couldn't move their bodies and could only watch as the strength in their bodies was drained away.

During this period, no miracles happened.

In pain, they were decomposed into nothingness, and all their strength was drained away by the clay pot.

Next came the generals brought by Marquis Dingyuan. When they had just fought with the natural spirits, several of them had killed several natural spirits together, and their bodies had also received gifts and upgrades.

Now, you need to return them all.

Their bodies quickly became emaciated, as if they had aged hundreds of years in an instant. Their mouths were wide open, and their eyes were full of despair, but this power seemed to be the operation of heaven and could not be disobeyed.

They soon turned into nothingness, and there was no trace of their existence in the world anymore.

Lu Ming was shocked. He wondered if his super-adaptability could withstand such a force.

"Next, it's your turn."

Yin Baihua's gaze fell on Lu Ming. Only those who had killed others in the pottery jar would be recognized as objects of refining by the rules of the pottery jar.

Most of the generals around Dingyuan Hou had not had time to kill the natural spirit, so nothing happened.

But Lu Ming had killed many natural spirits, which Yin Baihua had seen with her own eyes.

Therefore, this kid is doomed to die!

This pottery jar is the core treasure of the extraterritorial evil god. The rules within it are powerful, far beyond human imagination. Within the scope of these rules, not even a Martial Saint can defy them.

"Die!"

A cruel smile appeared on Yin Baihua's face. This was his biggest trump card.

Lu Ming held his breath, ready to resist the rules of the pottery jar, not knowing whether the energy in his body was enough to evolve.

Brilliant light flowed from inside and outside his body, gradually gathering into the pottery jar.

but……

Lu Ming's body was intact, and the light passed through his body easily like a shadow.

One breath... five breaths... ten breaths...

A stick of incense had passed, and Lu Ming was still alive and kicking.

Even as the light faded, he resumed his movements.

"Hey, am I okay?"

Lu Ming was sure that he was fine, and he didn't even activate his super-adaptive evolution ability because the energy in his body had not decreased.

"You...how are you okay?"

"You've obviously killed so many nature spirits, too?"

Yin Baihua widened his eyes, as if all his mental strength had been drained away. He staggered, looking at the scene in disbelief.

Could it be that this monster is so powerful that even the evil god’s treasures can’t do anything to it?
"What a mess! You are a broken person, and your pottery jar is also broken."

Lu Ming's body flashed, and he grabbed the pottery jar in his hand, then kicked Yin Baihua over.

In her despair, Yin Baihua didn't even have the thought of resisting.

Lu Ming shook the pottery jar and saw a clear spring inside, rippling slightly, even reflecting a person's shadow. He had a theory: the jar had no effect on him because, despite killing the nature spirit, none of its essence had been used to increase his strength. Instead, it had automatically transformed into energy crystals.

I guess according to the rules of the pottery jar, I didn't count myself as an object to be refined.

This coincidence actually saved him a lot of trouble.

"Let's see what tricks you have now!"

Lu Ming's malicious gaze fell on Yin Baihua. He grabbed her and suddenly his mind moved. The [Spiritual Vein] that evolved in his body was activated.

In a flash, a large number of puppet threads appeared on Yin Baihua's body. These puppet threads, which were originally invisible and intangible, were forcibly manifested.

Lu Ming just tore it lightly, and the puppet threads were torn into pieces.

Although Yin Baihua's body was still trying to grow new puppet threads, Lu Ming's [Spiritual Vein] was also very fast. He tore off as many puppet threads as he produced.

Because the puppet thread was constantly torn, Yin Baihua's body was always in a broken state and her vitality was rapidly dissipating.

"Ho ho."

Yin Baihua's chest and abdomen made a sound with difficulty. Because his body had not healed, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

After a cup of tea, all the puppet threads suddenly stopped secreting, but those that had already been secreted continued to dissipate into light spots, and in the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the void.

"Puppet power..."

Lu Ming suddenly remembered something. He tried to grab the cross in the air, but missed. The cross quickly dissipated into the air.

This made him very regretful. After all, this was power. Even if he didn't use it, he could still use it to trade with others. How could it disappear for no reason?

"Kakakaka."

Just when he was feeling sorry, suddenly, countless cracks appeared in the void around him.

Lu Ming felt his feet go empty and he began to fall rapidly.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the outside world.

There was snow all around and the cold wind was howling, but this lively scene made Lu Ming feel relaxed and happy.

Compared to the eternally monotonous scene in the jar, even the barren grassland seemed so lovely.

"Ouch, ouch."

After Lu Ming, more and more people fell out of thin air, the largest number of them were the tribesmen who were originally under his command.

However, these young and strong people have now become old, weak and sick, shivering in the cold wind.

Then came Dingyuan Hou and others. They all had happy expressions on their faces, feeling like they had survived a disaster.

"Hey, Lu Ming, why are you here?"

At this moment, a slightly surprised voice came.

Lu Ming looked up and saw that it was Gu Chen, the chief priest of Bingzhou Martial Temple.

He quickly and calmly stuffed the clay pot into the [Rakshasa Ghost Market], then walked forward with a smile.

"Master Jijiu, you are really forgetful. I am here to support the border troops on behalf of our Wu Temple. Look, I saved all these."

Lu Ming pointed at Marquis Dingyuan and the generals under his command and said.

He was not lying. If he had not killed Yin Baihua, everyone would have turned into spring water in the end.

Gu Chen nodded, as if he just remembered it.

However, when Lu Ming looked at Gu Chen, he felt very strange. He remembered that there were several people following Gu Chen before, so how come those people disappeared?
(End of this chapter)