Spirit of the Mountain

Chapter 212: The middle-aged man in Wujiang who won’t give up wearing a Taoist crown and Taoist robe actually woke up when Apu could find the energy to look around. He escaped from the mysterious underground palace along the waterway. of Wujiang. Although he had a lot of backup plans, Wu Jiang, who was not as good as God, was still put into a small bag by his master uncle. After a severe beating, he would self-destruct his soul. Of course, Wu Jiang, who was guilty, could only do his best. Stretching out his remaining strength, he ran away in embarrassment with his tail between his legs. Although Wu Jiang, who escaped through the dark river water, was protected by a rare treasure and his physical body was almost repaired, his soul had been slightly damaged in the previous battles, and in the end, he was destroyed by his uncle Yang Buyi's astonishing methods. , Wu Jiang's soul has dimmed to the point of collapse. After being possessed, Wu Jiang barely managed to activate the power of the "exotic treasure" and the potential of his physical body, and ran away quickly in the dark river. He ran until he could no longer detect his uncle's aura. Only then did Wu Jiang find a person from the underground. Quanyan poked his head out, and after finding a secret place, he began to retreat to recover from his injuries. But Wu Jiang, who had just started to come into contact with the mysteries of the soul, and who had previously used brutal demonic techniques to forcibly gather souls, how could he know effective methods to repair the injuries of the soul body? A few days later, he discovered that he had only recovered his physical body after seclusion, and the injuries to his soul were still getting worse. If he continued to drag on, he might really lose his soul. Wu Jiang forcibly stimulated the blood power in his physical body, and focused on the "exotic treasure". After that, we set up the escape light and started heading east. In that direction is a hiding place that he prepared a few years ago. As long as he gets there, with the help of the elixir and the essence of the elixir inside, Wu Jiang believes that he will be able to stabilize the injury soon. Once the injury stabilizes, he You can use the power of "exotic treasures" to reopen a world. Away from that reluctant and fearful land, Wujiang was wrapped in a ball of golden light and shuttled through thick fog higher than the clouds. These sudden fogs were very strange. The heavy fog full of spiritual energy blocked the sight, so Wu Jiang could only use his half-baked soul detection skills to detect the surrounding situation, and from time to time he needed to stop and fall back to the ground to look for something that could To determine the direction of things, he could barely maintain his ability to fly, but he didn't have the extra strength to fly out of the fog and use the sun to determine his position. The more anxious you are, the less likely you are to find a place. The stumbling along the way made Wu Jiang waste more than two days of time. Moreover, once when he fell to the ground, he was suddenly attacked by a strange creature, which made Wu Jiang's already precarious state even worse. But until there was no better way, Wujiang had to maintain, search, and move forward bit by bit. If it weren't for the ubiquitous fog around him that contained a very high concentration of spiritual energy, Wujiang might have been unable to sustain it long ago. Went down. Half a day ago, when Wu Jiang fell back to the ground, he luckily found an iconic ground reference object and confirmed the direction. Then, desperately squeezing his physical potential, he flew in one direction in the clouds and mist. When the sky above his head began to darken, Wu Jiang dropped the light and planned to replenish some nutrients. Now that his soul was weak, if his body collapsed again, he would really die. As soon as he landed and set foot on the selected hilltop, Wu Jiang felt a black shadow flash out of the mist, and then saw a dark rattan coming towards him amidst the whistling sound. Wu Jiang, who had already suffered a loss before, now maintains a certain degree of vigilance and protective measures even when he starts to rest. Heading straight towards Wu Jiang, the black rattan on his head was blocked by a milky white light mask that suddenly flashed out of Wu Jiang's body when he was close to Wu Jiang. When the light mask shattered, it also eased the cane's offensive. Wu Jiang used this fleeting time to reluctantly After moving his head, Wu Jiang's agility and the light shield blocking the deflection of the cane were able to save the leader of Liuyang from being crushed by the attack of the cane, which was like a living creature. A dim yellow talisman quietly fell from Wu Jiang's shoulder, and the vaguely visible mysterious lines revealed the extraordinary nature of this talisman when it emitted its final fluorescence. Wu Jiang had no time to regret that he had lost another life-saving means due to his carelessness. He decisively bit the tip of his tongue, pinched his fingers in his hands, and spurted out a mouthful of spiritual blood. A golden-red light flashed, and the hilltop where there was a fierce battle just now returned to form. Calm. The unknown entity that launched the attack in the mist never showed up during Wujiang's decisive evacuation, and only a glimpse of the rattan attack appeared. Wu Jiang, whose face turned pale, struggled to maintain the fastest speed in the light. His body, which had never recovered, had been squeezed out of its potential for many times and stimulated without restraint. Now it was on the verge of collapse. The life force in the body represented vitality. The source has reached the point where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. Looking as far as the eye could see, there were only clouds and mist all around, and there was no standard object to refer to. Wu Jiang was helpless and could only muster up the soul energy he had just recovered to try his best to detect the surrounding situation, hoping to find a place reserved in advance before he was finished. The crypt that came down. Half an hour later, the speed dropped to the lowest level and the height was still barely higher than the top of the mountain. Wu Jiang continued to search with a dim and thin light. At this moment, Wu Jiang's consciousness had begun to blur. When he fled in a hurry, he did not choose a direction at all. The direction he was in now must have been in the wrong direction. It was not the direction he had reserved for his backhand. The increasingly weak soul could no longer support Wu Jiang's normal thinking ability. He could only instinctively support the escape light to wrap his body, and then use the remaining soul power to scan the surroundings, hoping to search for a glimmer of life. Wu Jiang, who refuses to admit defeat, does not believe in fate or God. He only believes in himself. He feels that the reason why he has the ability he has now is because he can fight and will not give up. Even if he is now at the end of his rope, Wu Jiang will still not give up. At least he will not give up hope until he completely loses consciousness, because he understands that for people like him, if he gives up, it is really possible It will be over. The sky above his head became darker, and the heavy fog in the sky emitted a strange light. Wujiang, which was walking randomly through it like a headless fly, finally couldn't hold on any longer. The light of the exotic treasure inspired by the power of the soul could no longer drag it away. His body was heavy, and the last trace of his soul power had been used up. What Wu Jiang was consuming at this time was the source of his soul. This is the last trace of his survival. If he does not find the glimmer of hope before his soul source is exhausted, then in this vast world, Wu Jiang will lose the chance to continue his life and his life will be wiped out. exist. Suddenly, in his gradually blurring consciousness, Wu Jiang felt a special force that attracted him from the source.