Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?

Chapter 273 All eight monsters from Tiandu Peak attack

Lao Wumao Bu Tong's side is not going well either. Although he can use his strong body skills to play with the entire mountain, and the iron ball can gradually destroy the mountain under the constant impact.

Things should have gone as expected. The spirit's body must be hidden somewhere in the mountain. But the more he dug, the more strange he found it. When the mountain was cut to a certain extent, the iron ball actually appeared. It can no longer be moved.

Lao Wu looked like he had seen a ghost. Don't just think that his big iron ball was just a toy of Fan Tie. It was also a magic weapon created by Xuan Tie. It couldn't even open a mountain.

Just under his unbelieving punch, the mountain suddenly began to shake.

Countless falling rocks flew in all directions, whizzing in all directions like cannonballs.

This sudden change really startled Lao Wu, and he quickly recalled eight iron balls to protect himself, and there was a constant banging sound for a while.

There were even trees in the mountains falling off and then shooting towards Lao Wu, making endless whistling sounds.

You can imagine how many trees there are in several mountains, which is almost uncountable.

So when Lao Wu looked at the green ocean that filled the entire sky in front of him, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb as he was surrounded by a transcendent realm.

He quickly took out a pill from his arms, with a look of hesitation on his face.

In fact, this type of elixir is a unique style of Tiandu Peak. In the early years, a group of them spent seven or eight years studying how to transform a person's spiritual root attributes.

This is a pretty crazy idea, but it is of great significance to the entire monk world.

If the properties of spiritual roots can be changed, it would be no less than a rebirth for many monks.

Good spiritual root qualifications do not mean that your spiritual practice will be smooth.

A timid person's spiritual root is the most powerful fire attribute, but a brave and diligent person's spiritual root is the most honest and steady earth attribute...

Therefore, no matter how good the spiritual root is, it cannot match one's own spiritual root. Even if one can practice faster than ordinary monks, he will still be inferior to those monks who have the same spiritual root but are in tune with one's own spiritual root.

Therefore, the purpose of their research was not for the sake of the common people, but to change their own spiritual roots. Similarly, they did not succeed.

In this world, unless there is a great chance, the spiritual root is destined to be determined only by birth.

The fate of a monk is divided into 70% destiny and 30% hard work.

Although they failed to successfully develop a pill that could change their spiritual roots, they also accidentally developed a way to temporarily change the true energy and spiritual attributes of their own skills.

In other words, if a monk practices a technique that is extremely yang-heavy, his true energy and spiritual power will have such a nature.

However, the elixir they developed can precisely change this attribute.

For example, a Golden Spiritual Root monk's cultivation techniques are extremely powerful, and so is his spiritual power. A drop of Shuiyun Pill can instantly make his spiritual power become extremely feminine.

It is not even necessary to complete the series of techniques, but only needs to master a few of the secret techniques. The Golden Spirit Root cultivator may not be able to play waterspout.

In other words, these eight old madmen are really crazy and have made countless enemies. Otherwise, once this method of changing true essence and spiritual power is established and spreads, it will have a profound impact on the monk world.

What makes him hesitate now is that once he eats the lightning-inducing pill in his hand, within an hour, his spiritual power will turn into the power of wood attribute to bring thunder.

After all, it is not something you can practice by yourself. It can change a lot within an hour. If you use it well, it is a stroke of genius. If you use it poorly, you will suffer yourself.

The mountain on the other side has become more and more slender under the active offensive, and now it looks like a huge pillar bearing the sky.

All kinds of rocks and forest trees rained down like rain. Lao Wu didn't hesitate anymore and swallowed the pill in one gulp.

Feeling his own metallic spiritual power being continuously transformed, there was a thunderous sound in his heart.

Thunder Curse!

Lao Wu quickly made a seal, mobilizing all his spiritual power, and the eight iron trees were instantly filled with lightning.

Edict!

After the iron trees flew out, each one flashed with thunder arcs. Thunder boomed in mid-air. The thunder weaved into a net and blasted the surrounding mountains, rocks, grass and trees into powder. The eight iron trees seemed to form a sea surrounded by them. Thunder pool.

"go!"

After cleaning up these things, Lao Wu immediately aimed at the giant pillar that reached the sky at this time.

The moving thunder pool drifted to a section of the giant pillar, and between the flashes of lightning, there was only a constant rumbling sound.

With the explosions one after another, the thunder and lightning chopped down the powder, gradually revealing the inside of the giant pillar.

Wood...wood.

Lao Wu was a little dumbfounded. I dare you to put the matryoshka doll here. Inside the mountain are stone pillars, and inside the stone pillars you are wood.

No, doesn't that mean that the true body of the spirit body is a tree? Lao Wu raised his head and looked towards the sky, how big is this damn tree?

Whose treasure is so big?

He immediately noticed something was wrong, but the huge stone pillar also seemed to be something wrong.

Boom!

This was not the thunder from his magic weapon, but the shaking of the stone pillars.

With such a huge momentum, the stone pillar seemed to be peeling off its shell, and the stone powder poured down, gradually revealing the simple dark brown wooden body.

For a moment, a giant tree that reached into the sky stood in front of it. The bright stars reflected on the tree kept flickering, and for a moment it was like a dead tree blooming in spring.

Pieces of branches continue to grow wildly, and clusters of green leaves suddenly appear.

Lao Wu's cross-eyed eyes instantly widened. How could this be a treasure? It was a plant that had turned into a spirit!

The wood spirit took the initiative to attack at this time. The ground was surging like a river and sea. Countless roots as thick as wells spread up to the sky and whipped Lao Wu.

Tentacle monster!

This was the first thought Lao Wu had when he saw this thing. His heart skipped a beat and he quickly recalled eight thunder balls to strangle these roots.

Divine power is like a prison!

Countless thunders radiated from the eight iron balls, and the roots that spread over were torn into pieces and turned into powder in the blink of an eye.

But the result seemed to exceed Lao Wu's expectations. Even if those roots were destroyed, they were still extending continuously.

At this moment, the extreme of the wood element's ability to trap the enemy was fully demonstrated. As long as the wood spirit was not dead, these roots would only grow continuously.

Lao Wu's spiritual power also turned into thunder and he pinched his fingers at the sky.

Thunder attracting!

Hundreds of lightning bolts fell one after another, forming a minefield with him as the center.

But even so, these roots still fearlessly rushed forward one after another, being blown into powder the moment before and growing out again the next moment.

In an instant, the thunder continued, but the roots also continued.

When Lao Wu reacted in horror, he was surrounded by these things.

"Lao Wu, come and help!"

The voice of the eldest brother Miao Zuosen came at this time, and Lao Wu almost wanted to curse.

Damn, didn't you see that I couldn't protect myself?

Miao Zuosen certainly saw it, because after calling for a long time without seeing anyone, he hurried to look for the other party's figure, and found the same scene.

What the hell is this thing?

As Han Yu said to Mu Ling before, not everyone knows this thing called Mu Ling.

The people in Tiandu Peak don't know it, but even if they don't know it, they are not stupid.

Can this thing be like a treasure?

Thinking of this, a group of embarrassed people looked at Miao Zuosen hatefully.

They had agreed to come for the treasure, but now, they all felt cheated.

"No... I..."

Miao Zuosen wanted to explain, but then he thought, he was not the one who started it!

But the fourth brother Luo Yuqi had already fallen, and he was the only one left to take the blame, and it seemed useless to explain.

"I want to say that I was also cheated by the fourth brother, do you believe it?"

Miao Zuosen sighed and said bitterly.

"Believe you, old man!"

After the sixth brother spoke angrily, he took out a Fengling Pill. The treasure was gone, and Han Yu couldn't beat him.

Now he wanted the Fengling Pill to cooperate with his body skills to escape quickly, so that these brothers could block the knife for him.

Unexpectedly, he was not the only one who had this idea, and the other few people also picked up the pills at the same time.

It seems that he is not the only one who wants his brothers to block the knife.

"Asshole!"

Several people cursed together.

"Hahaha! No one can escape!"

Han Yu was in the giant dragon, and all his magical energy burst out in an instant without leaving a trace.

White dragons kept coming out of his body one after another, and the ground was like an earthquake, making a rumbling sound, and palms kept breaking through the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the four people were surrounded.

After Han Yu raised his arms, all the palms moved together, and then pressed hard, and the palms followed and pressed down.

The four people felt like the sky was falling, and they burst out their spiritual power one by one, but it was too late. Dozens of white dragons connected at the same time, and Han Yu rushed with the giant dragon.

Under the tight wrap of the giant palm, the deafening sound inside never stopped, and from time to time it was accompanied by a sound wave like the earth shaking the sky.

After a loud bang, the palm condensed by the earth magic collapsed together, and the sound waves continued to roll outward, like a natural disaster. In a short moment, everything within a mile was blown away, and the trees one mile away were blown to the ground.

Han Yu stood alone in the center, with four figures lying at his feet...

Lao Wu was already desperate. The movement over there made him feel dead, and now he just wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

But the roots around him became more and more luxuriant, and they were densely woven into a big net.

At this time, the big net exerted force instantly and began to shrink continuously.

Lao Wu Mao Butong was horrified, and various thunder spells were constantly cast. The eight iron balls reunited, and the violent thunder exploded instantly.

However, this time the big net was too powerful, and under his offensive, no gaps could be blown.

He could only resist in vain, and then desperately watched his living space being squeezed.

Soon, the big net suppressed him, and countless roots entangled his hands and feet.

He was controlled.

"Let me go... please."

Desperate, he tried to beg for mercy from the wood spirit, but unfortunately his words were ignored by the wood spirit.

Gradually, roots began to climb towards his head, spreading out and touching his mouth and nose, and then drilling into it.

His feet felt cold, and gradually roots began to climb up along his thighs.

Mao Butong seemed to have thought of something terrible, and let out an indistinct roar in despair.

"No..."