Chapter 311 The Power of Miasma (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)

The magic light shield that Sun Mingsheng carefully arranged to defend against the miasma and the elixir that he refined to expel the miasma seemed to have no effect at all.

And one thing that needs to be noted is that as Sun Mingsheng continued to go deeper, the miasma around him became more and more dense, and a large number of cultivators disappeared without a trace after merging into it.

These layers of miasma are the first obstacle to entering the spiritual realm. It is somewhat difficult for a cultivator in the foundation-building period, but it is not uncontrollable.

In order to prevent the invasion of miasma as much as possible, he spared no effort. The mana in his dantian circulated wildly, and a layer of water-blue light shield finally stabilized little by little under the consumption of miasma.

The miasma that originally invaded the body was quickly consumed by the miasma-repelling elixir, and the dizziness in the spiritual platform disappeared, and sobriety once again prevailed.

"Swoosh" Sun Mingsheng, who was moving forward, only felt a flash of light around him. Because his consciousness was suppressed and weakened in the miasma, he could only turn around at the last moment, and a deep wound appeared on his right shoulder.

"Which Taoist fellow is hiding in the dark to attack? Can you show up?" Being attacked without any signs, Sun Mingsheng's vigilance was directly raised to the highest peak.

Unfortunately, several attempts ended in failure, and he never found any clues within a few feet around him.

The most surprising thing is that apart from this, there was no subsequent attack. This inexplicable attack was like a dream.

Every time a little time is delayed, the natural treasures in the spiritual realm are disappearing, waiting silently in the same place, and it is inevitable that they will continue to face new dangers.

Therefore, after confirming again and again, Sun Mingsheng decisively continued to move forward. The only difference from before was that he held the Fire Axe tightly in his hands, ready to deal with crises from all directions at any time.

"Hmm?" After walking about a hundred feet, Sun Mingsheng vaguely saw a female cultivator dancing gracefully in this extremely poisonous miasma through the barriers of layers of miasma, showing off her own grace.

"Could it be that she fell into an illusion under the invasion of miasma and couldn't extricate herself?" Suddenly he had a deeper understanding of the danger here.

With a flash of light in his mind, it turned out that the so-called attack should be similar.

In this not-so-long period of time, Sun Mingsheng's mana in Dantian has consumed a full fifth of it, and it is still in a state of not making enough money.

Although Sun Mingsheng couldn't last too long in the miasma, the concentration of the miasma at the moment obviously couldn't cause a fatal blow to the cultivators and make them fall into the illusion.

After all, under normal circumstances, any cultivator would be vigilant when entering an unfamiliar environment, especially one full of dangers.

The reputation of the miasma in Southern Xinjiang is well-known in the entire Song Dynasty's cultivation world. Since they came here to seek opportunities, they naturally have all kinds of preparations.

"There must be other crises in the miasma that have not been encountered before, otherwise why would this female cultivator, who is also in the foundation-building stage, fall into such a death-prone situation for no reason?" A new idea rose in his mind.

There are a lot of legends about the spiritual realm in the cultivation world, and various versions of the story are endless, and it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. However, every time the spiritual realm appears, the dangers it brings are completely different, and there is no reference value.

Before leaving the family, Sun Shengyuan had given away some of his jade slips about the spiritual realm, but since entering the miasma, he found that they were of no reference value.

All he could do now was to maintain his combat effectiveness and a little clarity between the spiritual platforms. No matter what kind of danger he encountered, he could not let himself fall into the invasion of the illusion.

"Black-striped ants, go." Sun Mingsheng, who was moving forward, had a wave of mana on his hands. A very strong mana rushed up and hung in the spiritual beast bag around his waist. More than a hundred black-striped ants did not have any fear in the face of this unknown environment.

Under Sun Mingsheng's command, they flexibly flapped their wings and disappeared outside the mana shield, trying to be the pioneer.

"Second-level inferior black-striped ants can't survive in the miasma? The breath of more than a hundred black-striped ants disappeared in half a cup of tea?" Immediately, a new problem was delivered to the door. Faced with this rather tricky situation, Sun Mingsheng's brows were frowned.

He had faced many dangers along the way, most of which were direct confrontations, and the outcome was quite clear.

With his spiritual consciousness being suppressed like what was happening before him, the spirit insects were also in danger, and they were facing an unknown situation. How could he remain calm?

"Is it the miasma that caused the black-striped ants to disappear, or some monsters with other special effects that lived in the miasma?" This question has never disappeared.

Sun Mingsheng has been raising black-striped ants since the first-grade inferior ones. He has a good understanding of their habits. The miasma in front of him is indeed powerful, but it will never kill all the black-striped ants in half a cup of tea. The leader is still a second-grade inferior one.

"Hah" A loud shout was heard, and a very strong flame suddenly sprayed out from the fire axe in his hand, rushing directly into the endless miasma in front.

As the saying goes, stirring the grass to alert the snake, since the opponent has not appeared yet, it is better to take the initiative to attack. Facing a strong enemy in front is always better than a poisonous snake hiding in the dark.

The hot flames entered the miasma, and a series of violent explosions came, but the so-called enemy hidden in the dark never showed up.

Sun Mingsheng's face became more and more solemn, and the sense of crisis in his heart not only did not weaken at all, but became more and more obvious.

The defensive spiritual weapon Fire Rock Shield, which had not appeared for a long time, seemed to have increased in size by about a hundred times, covering his entire body in it to prevent other accidents and provide a basic defense.

In his subconscious cognition, even if he was facing a second-level superior monster, it would be impossible to completely destroy it at once.

As long as he could gain a little buffer time and energy, Sun Mingsheng would naturally be sure to shift the balance of the battle to himself until he achieved the final victory and entered the spiritual realm.

In addition, since he had chosen to come to Southern Xinjiang, Sun Mingsheng would naturally not give up easily. No matter what kind of existence was hidden in the miasma ahead, his only choice was to move forward steadily. The spiritual realm was related to the path of future cultivation. It was a rare opportunity for any cultivator. Perhaps it would only happen once in his life, and difficulties and obstacles could not be stopped.