Follow the clues

As soon as the thought moved, the Taoist patterns flew out of the purple mist and floated in front of Meng Xiang. Each of them became bigger, the size of a palm, flashing with a strange luster, like a flashing fireflies, but the color was much richer.

His eyes swept over the Taoist patterns one by one. In a blink of an eye, Meng Xiang clearly identified all the Taoist patterns, about 80% of which were known, and a large part of the remaining 20% ​​were variants of Taoist patterns he knew. He needed to study the specific meaning, and the last one was something he had never seen before, but the number was less than one percent of the total.

Although the proportion of the new Taoist pattern is not very large, it is still quite a lot compared to the base of Taoist pattern. This is an unexpected surprise for Meng Xiang. After all, it is not so easy to condense a complete Taoist pattern, and even if he lets him condense himself, it will not be achieved overnight.

Meng Xiang began to classify new Taoist patterns. In his opinion, Taoist patterns are like books with different contents. If they are not sorted out in a classified manner, they will not only be very efficient in use, but also easily cause mistakes and omissions. The use of Taoist patterns is extremely precise. Once errors occur, not only will all efforts be wasted, but they will also cause considerable consequences. It is not impossible to injure and kill the user himself.

Just as Meng Xiang was sorting out, a strange change suddenly appeared in the Taoist patterns in front of him, and they began to fly in one direction, as if they were summoned by something. With a look, they immediately looked at the location where the Taoist patterns were. They immediately saw blurry shadows wherever they looked, like fish swimming underwater.

As soon as his eyes narrowed, Meng Xiang could see clearly what those long shadows were. They were exactly the same as the shadows that had just been broken by him. They obviously came to avenge the shadows, and they seemed to be very good at hiding whereabouts. If it weren't for the abnormalities of the Taoist patterns that attracted his attention, I really didn't know how far they would be close to him before he would have discovered them.

Seeing his eyes betting, the black shadows seemed to know that their hiding had been exposed. They immediately changed from dark to light, quickly releasing their hidden state, like poisonous snakes pounced on their prey and rushed towards Meng Xiang, as fast as lightning, and flashed.

Compared with Meng Xiang's body, the shadows that attacked him seemed too huge, but they knew how to cooperate and turned the size of their body into an advantage, almost completely blocking all Meng Xiang's retreat. And after Meng Xiang avoided the first round of attack, he would be attacked by the second, third, and even more rounds.

Unfortunately, those shadows completely miscalculated Meng Xiang. He had no intention of dodging at all. He did not see any movement in his mind. However, one after another, a series of sword auras appeared around his body out of thin air. Each sword aura slashed out along a mysterious trajectory, and each shadow was locked, without any omission.

Swish... the white light flashed, and in an instant, the sword aura and the shadows touched each other. The fierce shadows were almost cut off at the same time. The remaining shadows hurriedly retreated at extremely fast speed, as if they were frightened. They didn't seem to have expected Meng Xiang to be so powerful.

Do you really think I am so easy to deal with? Meng Xiang looked at the places where the shadows disappeared, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He did not chase him and began to deal with the tentacles that he cut off.

The harvest this time was obviously much larger than the last time. Not only were there many, but most of the cut parts were much longer, and the longest one was even more than ten thousand feet long. However, he encountered trouble when he collected the fruit of victory, just like the first tentacle that he had squeezed and exploded. Before he could put them away, the tentacles he cut off riots and launched a fierce attack on him.

The white light flashed like snowflakes, like mercury pouring down the ground. The sword aura that had not yet disappeared from Meng Xiang showed its terrifying power. In just a blink of an eye, the tentacles that were ready to move and had already launched the attack were all cut into pieces, and each piece was the same thickness, not bad at all.

With a move, countless pieces of meat flew into Meng Xiang's palm, and then he squeezed and exploded. The energy it turned into was simply refined and absorbed by him, while the Taoist patterns were selected by him and then stored in different categories.

This time, no tentacles were going to launch a sneak attack on Meng Xiang, but after he cleared the spoils, he began to rush towards the core of the Purple Gold Demon Realm. It seemed that he was not afraid of those tentacles at all, and the result was indeed the case.

While advancing, Meng Xiang did not encounter any obstacles during the beginning of the journey. He seemed to be frightened by his strength. However, after about a cup of tea, he encountered a fierce attack, and the intensity was unprecedented.

Countless tentacles were like weeping willow branches floating in the wind, constantly swaying around him, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun, and even completely blocking the entire field of vision. They looked thick and thin tentacles. Before they could attack Meng Xiang, Meng Xiang felt a powerful undercurrent of power formed by their stirring, constantly tearing his body.

Meng Xiang stood there like a reef connected with the earth. No matter how the undercurrent of power surged, no matter how powerful the undercurrent of power was, he could fluctuate, as if the undercurrent of power had nothing to do with him and was not affected at all.

The tentacles seemed to be a little unbelievable about Meng Xiang's stability and stirred up even harder, but the result did not change at all. Instead, because the amplitude of their own stirring became larger, and some of them almost got involved, making themselves very embarrassed.

"Go!" Before the tentacles made up their minds to launch a fierce attack on Meng Xiang, he took the lead in launching an attack. A white circular white light emerged from his body and expanded rapidly. The edge of the white light was sharper than any knife. Although the tentacles around Meng Xiang's body were covered with Taoist patterns and were extremely strong, when they touched it, like cutting tofu with a quick knife, swept past, and even slowed down.

The white halo is the product of Meng Xiang's simulated Xia Bingru's magic field. Although it cannot be compared with the real magic field, since he replaced the magic field with the sword aura, and not to mention the sharpness, it is much stronger than the magic field.

This time Meng Xiang's reaction was very fast. As soon as the white sword ring swept over the tentacles, his right hand grabbed it out, covering the sky and the sun. He used his hand to cover the mystery of covering the sky. Not only did he grab the cut tentacles in the palm of his hand, but many of the remaining tentacles did not run away and were firmly grasped by him.

As soon as the remaining tentacles were caught, they immediately pulled back and pulled hard. Meng Xiang immediately felt the power on his arm, and it was extremely huge. It was terrifying that a hundred mountains would be tied together and would be pulled away by them in an instant. However, Meng Xiang's arms did not show any fluctuations. With his current strength, although the struggle of those tentacles could not be said to be a scoundrel that shakes the big tree, there was absolutely no possibility of breaking away from his hands.

With a gentle force on his arm, Meng Xiang actually pulled out a long piece of the tentacles that were wrestling with him, and his palm immediately swallowed the newly pulled out part, as relaxed as eating noodles. In the following time, Meng Xiang began to pull his arms and constantly pull out the tentacles. He wanted to find their source, but he didn't believe they appeared out of thin air.

Meng Xiang's prediction was correct. As he kept pulling, he found the source of those tentacles. One by one, there were a few large balls on each, avoiding dozens of tentacles. The balls that released the tentacles gave the texture that was leaning towards wood, like huge underground tubers.

Looking at the large balls that he had pulled over from somewhere, all the light of thought was revealed in his eyes. Then with a thought, a sword aura appeared out of thin air in front of a large ball and cut it directly. The moment the sword aura touched it, many Taoist patterns and Taoist patterns formed by Taoist patterns appeared where the blade touched, which turned into a protective layer to resist the cutting of the sword aura, but the final result was completely failed.

After only a stalemate for less than a second, the protective layer was cut open. After avoiding the protective layer, the ball was cut open, but the situation inside made him frown. The cut ball looked like a person's head, with various blood vessels, and blood-like liquid flowing, but Meng Xiang quickly denied his guess.

Although the inside of the ball is somewhat similar to the head, it is just similar, and there is nothing wrong with it. However, his sharp eyes still helped him find something related to the head - the human brain. Its way of existence is almost the same as when Meng Xiang saw that the practitioner's brain and vines were combined.

After breaking a few more balls one after another, Meng Xiang found that there was not only one human brain in the ball, but the number of tentacles growing on it. Generally, one brain corresponds to a tentacle. In fact, the brain is the controller of the tentacle.

After a while, Meng Xiang once again denied his inference. Those brains did not directly control the tentacles. More accurately, they were just media for controlling the tentacles, because they did not have any consciousness. There were actually other people who actually controlled the tentacles, but he only completed the entire operation through those brains.

After finding the source, he did not cut them open for the other balls, but cut them off with the tentacles. After cutting off the pipes connected to the balls, the tentacles that were originally swaying in the teeth and claws immediately became honest. However, some changes occurred occasionally and even attacked him. However, he was not surprised that some tentacles still had instinctive reactions.

After dealing with the tentacles and balls he grabbed, Meng Xiang immediately grabbed a thicker root that looked like a root, and groped forward all the way, looking at the clues. In fact, what he did was to follow the clues, and he wanted to find the real masters of those tentacles.

Since those human brains have no consciousness through detection, they cannot be the mastermind who controls tentacles to attack him. His intuition tells him that if he can really find the real mastermind, it will be not far from him cracking the last secret of the Purple Gold Demon Realm.

Meng Xiang quickly selected the roots and looked forward very quickly. Of course, during the investigation, he had also encountered many attacks from evil demons, but under the protection of almost ten apertures transformed from sword aura, any tentacles that dared to approach him and anything else could not escape the end of being broken into pieces.

After about a quarter of an hour of investigation, Meng Xiang finally found that what he pulled from the ground was no longer behind the roots, and his eyes suddenly lit up. It should be the time for harvest.
Chapter completed!