UGB Chapter 88 Shifting the Blame East
Chapter 88 Shifting the Blame East
The mandrill corpses that were crushed by the Fanshan Seal were completely unrecognizable.
However, in the Xiaoding recycling process, as long as it can still be identified as an independent wreck, the materials can be extracted.
Within his sea of consciousness, the small cauldron hummed incessantly…
One after another, milky-white orbs the size of millet grains appeared. They were all the same three things: "mountain demon bone powder", "demon essence", and "blood and qi essence".
However, after retrieving the corpses of those alien mandrills, several crimson orbs of light immediately caught Chen Bai's attention.
[Collection: 1 corpses of "Alien Mandrill" in the early stage of embryonic breathing]
Extract: "Demon Essence" *1, "Moonlit Leopard" Beast Blood Essence *1
[Collection: 2 corpses of "Alien Mandrill" in the early stage of embryonic breathing]
[Extract: "Blood Essence" *2, "Demon Essence" *1]
The two pure "demon essences," about the size of a fist, contained abundant spiritual energy.
Chen Bai's eyes lit up. He could only say that it was indeed a Nascent Soul stage demon beast. Compared to those dog-like one-legged mountain demons, it was not even in the same league.
Even more precious, without a doubt, are those two clumps of "blood essence".
It contains the essence of the flesh and blood extracted from that exotic mandrill.
It is crimson in color, with streams of vital energy flowing within it, and it exudes a fragrant aroma and spiritual light.
It's no less than a genuine, miniature treasure!
"Most importantly, with these two essences, breaking through to the mid-stage of the embryonic breathing realm... is just around the corner."
Chen Bai's heart stirred, and he was immediately filled with joy.
"As for this so-called 'Moon-Rinsing Leopard' beast essence blood, what is its use?"
Those who frequently engage in recycling might know this—
The small cauldron often spits out strange things. Although their purpose is unclear, as long as one is willing to try, they will eventually prove their value.
Lingya Xiaoliu is a good example.
After sorting through all the spoils, Chen Bai released his powerful spiritual sense, ready to unleash his power.
At the same time, he passed by Xue Zhen and the others quite naturally. He was heading to the other side of the battle line to provide reinforcements.
At that moment, Chen Bai used the same trick again, using the "Ge Xianweng Illumination Technique" to quickly scan the area near the mine with his spiritual sense.
"presumptuous!!"
The aura of the mastermind behind the scenes seemed to have been angered by his repeated probing, and it erupted with an extremely strong wave of demonic energy.
"This oppressive aura indicates a cultivation level at least at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and it might even be approaching the late stage..."
Chen Bai frowned slightly, secretly alarmed.
He had already left his original position and moved to the other side of the front line.
The next instant, a powerful demonic thought swept fiercely across the area.
After searching back and forth several times, the search finally stopped behind Xue Zhen—there was a faint trace of spiritual energy left behind by Chen Bai.
Before the demonic thoughts of the other party could arrive, that wisp of spiritual consciousness was destroyed on its own.
In this way, the identity of the person who repeatedly tested him would only vaguely point to Xue Zhen.
Chen Bai remained impassive, enduring the stinging pain that tore at his spiritual sense, a wicked smile playing on his lips: "Fellow Daoist Xue, accept this generous gift from me!"
As expected, after the demonic thought locked onto Xue Zhen, an invisible command was transmitted, and the entire battlefield situation changed.
One of the outer disciples was wielding his magic sword, thrusting it towards the strange mountain demon.
To his surprise, this unusual mandrill, contrary to its usual behavior, withstood the attack and then turned to head towards Xue Zhen's location.
"Huh? What's going on?"
The outer disciple looked puzzled, not yet understanding the situation, when he suddenly saw a scene that left him speechless.
It wasn't just the mountain demons in his area... all the nearby monsters turned their attacks on Xue Zhen!
And what about Xue Zhen?
At this moment, he was urging the little remaining fetal breathing energy within his body to work.
The iron-blue, invisible arm conjured by the mid-grade Daoist technique "Three Talents Transformation into Weapons" was fiercely battling a "monster mountain demon".
"Grunt..."
Just as he used his magical weapon to block a powerful and heavy hammer blow from a strange mountain demon.
Before they could even catch their breath.
As soon as he looked up, he saw a scene that would terrify him to death.
Hundreds of one-legged mandrills, interspersed with seven or eight other mandrills of different species.
They moved in unison, their eyes flashing with menace.
They all surrounded him.
"This...this, why is this happening?!"
Xue Zhen's face turned pale. With his level of cultivation, dealing with a strange mountain demon was already quite difficult.
Hundreds of mandrills were now surrounding him, clearly intending to kill him.
"Quick! Help me!"
Xue Zhen's voice was filled with fear as he hurriedly cried out for help to the outer disciples on either side.
However, the mandrills seemed to have seen through his intentions.
Like moths drawn to a flame, they rushed forward one after another.
They actually managed to tear a crack in the magic array they had set up.
Immediately afterwards, several strange mountain demons rushed up and brute forcefully tore off the invisible threads that had been separated from the "Azure Silk Pulling Array".
The array, which was originally semi-circular, now had a small gap.
Outside the breach, Xue Zhen stood alone, his face ashen. In just that short time, hundreds of demonic beasts had surrounded him.
"Why...why?!"
Xue Zhen muttered to himself.
His eyes were bloodshot, his pupils were full of blood vessels, and his face was full of a crazy desire to live.
Just before the mandrills pounced.
A sudden realization dawned on Xue Zhen, as if he had finally figured something out: "It's Chen Bai!! He must be the one behind this!!"
He turned around, trying to find Chen Bai. However, the mandrill's claws were already right in front of him.
"Sizzle!!"
That was the sound of a sharp object piercing flesh.
Xue Zhen's body trembled, his expression became dazed, and immense pain surged through him like a tidal wave.
"Chen Bai!!!"
He gritted his teeth and futilely swung his weapon, exhausting his last bit of strength.
"I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."
However, these words never got a chance to be spoken, as Xue Zhen had already been torn to pieces before that.
On the other side, after noticing the actions of the mastermind behind the scenes and Xue Zhen's death.
Chen Bai's expression remained unchanged, but he held a demon essence in his hand, trying his best to recover the depleted true qi within his body.
Duan Heisi and his companions, after a long and fierce battle, had very little of their remaining vital energy left.
At this moment, all they could do was use their weapons and magical artifacts to barely deal with the mountain demons that were rushing towards them.
"Die!" A furious roar rang out, and it was Duan Heisi who had moved.
He stepped forward, his longsword slashing horizontally, the blade cutting through a fan-shaped arc of light with a low whistling sound.
In front of him, the first mandrill that pounced was slashed across the side of its neck by the blade. Its two-foot-long body flew through the air and crashed into a rock, where it lay still.
Duan Heisi used the momentum to spin around and punched the second one in the chest and abdomen with his left fist. The veins on the back of his fist bulged and the force was as heavy and fierce as a hammer.
The cracking sound of bones breaking muffled beneath the flesh as the mandrill was sent flying backward, rolling a few times on the ground before curling into a ball and convulsing uncontrollably.
The third one swept overhead, and Duan Heisi didn't have time to retract his knife. He simply charged at it headfirst, his forehead hitting the mountain demon's face with a dull thud.
"Ugh!"
The mandrill's nose was dented from the impact, and it screamed as it fell backward. Before it hit the ground, Duan Heisi pinned it to the ground with a backhand slash.
Miao Wuniang, standing half a step behind him, deftly deflected a sharp claw that attacked from the side with her short sword.
The two worked together so well that it was as if they had rehearsed countless times.
Duan Heisi faced him head-on, while Miao Wuniang provided support from the flanks. Under the moonlight, the two knives, one long and one short, wove together an impenetrable net of blades.
The mandrills that slipped through were sliced off and fell to the ground, their severed fingers and limbs scattered among the rubble, the cuts as smooth as a mirror.