"Senior Brother Kuntu, he is not a mandrill. Don't you think it's too much for you to keep shouting and killing him?" Chen Wan frowned and couldn't help but say.
"It's just a furry beast slave. It's just that he talks freely and seeks death." Kuntu glared at Yuan Ming and said.
"Okay, don't waste time here. Let him lead the way. Let's quickly find the Mandrill King. As long as we can kill it, we will have exceeded the task in this trial. If we don't survive, we will be promoted to the inner sect." The tall young man smiled.
"There are no forks in this passage. Just go all the way in and you won't go wrong." Yuan Ming said immediately.
The tall young man's smile faded and he grinned and said, "If you don't lead the way, you will be of no use. It's not impossible to kill you."
When Yuan Ming heard this, he had no choice but to agree.
He took the torch from one person, walked to the front of the team, and led everyone back.
After walking for a long time, when they approached the cave, everyone gradually smelled the smell of blood and putrid smell in the air. They all unconsciously stopped talking and became quiet.
Apart from Yuan Ming, there are seventeen or eighteen people in this team. They all seem to be the best among the registered disciples. They can be considered to be powerful in numbers. Although they are somewhat arrogant, they are not stupid.
When they arrived at the entrance of the cave, they all stopped unconsciously and directed Yuan Ming to go in first.
Yuan Ming had no choice but to walk in first.
Fortunately, the cave was empty and the Mandrill King did not return.
He held a torch and walked around inside, looking at all the corners that he could not see clearly before. He could not find the existence that had been transmitted to him before, but he found that there were more rune carvings on the ground of the blood pool. Traces faintly surrounded the entire blood pool.
Yuan Ming was convinced that when he buried the triangular talisman, there were no traces of these runes on the ground. Apparently, they were carved after he left.
"The Mandrill King is not here, there is no danger inside for the time being." Yuan Ming shouted outside.
After he finished speaking, he waited for a full stick of incense before anyone walked into the cave.
After that, everyone filed in. Seeing that there was no danger inside, they became bolder and began to look around.
"Where is the Mandrill King? Where is he?" someone asked.
"It looks like he ran away?"
"Look, are there any other caves?" the tall young man shouted, looking like a leader.
Kun Tu moved towards Yuan Ming intentionally or unintentionally.
Yuan Ming was on guard, hesitant in his steps, and always kept a distance from him.
At this moment, a scream suddenly came from the other side of the cave.
Before anyone could react, they saw a huge head rolling to their feet.
Immediately afterwards, in the dark cave, a blood shadow suddenly flew past.
The tall and thin man who had laughed at Yuan Ming before had only time to let out a short shout before half of his body flew up and splashed out with a large amount of blood.
"The Mandrill King, the Mandrill King..." I don't know who shouted first.
Lights of different colors lit up all over the cave, and these named disciples activated their protective weapons and retreated towards the other side.
Yuan Ming threw the torch in the direction of Kun Tu, turned around and dived into the darkness, quickly hiding his figure by virtue of his better understanding of the terrain than others.
Attracted by the torch, the Mandrill King flashed his figure and rushed towards Kuntu.
"Yuan Ming!"
Kuntu was furious and quickly activated his magic power. An emerald green jade pendant hanging on his body suddenly bloomed with soft light, covering his whole body.
At the same time, he also dodged sideways and avoided the direct attack from the Mandrill King.
However, just as the two of them were passing each other, the Mandrill King suddenly swept his arms across his arms, his muscles were dry and tangled, and his long-haired arms hit him solidly.
Kuntu's whole body glowed with green light, and then it shattered with a "click", and his body rolled and fell out.
It was just a face-to-face encounter, and before everyone could even see the appearance of the Mandrill King clearly, several people were already killed and injured one after another. This made the registered disciples who were originally high-spirited suddenly feel a little distracted.
"It can't be blocked. The protective weapon can't even block a single blow."
"It's too strong, it's too strong..."
Everyone screamed in fear and retreated, huddled together unconsciously.
"Idiots, please spread out, don't crowd together." The tall young man shouted angrily.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Mandrill King was already charging towards them.
"Everyone should perform their duties. According to the plan we discussed earlier, quickly set up the fire trap and kill formation." The tall young man shouted loudly.
At this time, everyone calmed down a little and quickly dispersed around.
The tall young man clasped his hands together, holding a piece of cyan rune paper in his palm. The runes on it seemed to be written and painted, and a rune that looked like a copper bell was depicted.
He saw the blue talisman igniting a flame in his palm, and a wisp of green smoke came out, and then streams of translucent golden light escaped from it, condensing into an illusory bronze bell with shining golden light, covering his whole body.
The young man took the initiative to step forward, blocking the Mandrill King and buying time for the others.
The rest of the people were inspired and spread out to both sides, encircling him from left to right, trying to surround the Mandrill King in the center.
Among the people rushing forward, Bada's figure was retreating, retreating all the way back to the passage where he came from, getting in and escaping without looking back.
The Mandrill King bumped into the tall young man, raised his hand and slapped him.
"Boom"
A heavy bell rang, golden light surged around the young man, and the shadow of the golden bell shook, but it did not break immediately.
The tall young man in the shadow of the golden bell groaned, and bright red blood flowed from his ears. He immediately became deaf and could no longer hear anything.
However, through the light of the golden bell, he saw that there was a huge hole in the chest of the Mandrill King, which penetrated the entire chest. It was obvious that he had suffered a serious injury.
"Hurry up, it's seriously injured. Activate the formation, release the flames, and burn it to death." The tall young man shouted loudly, and when he opened his mouth, it was already full of blood.
After speaking, he immediately retreated and retreated outside the encirclement.
The people around him finally arrived. Eight of them each took out a triangular red flag from their arms and poured their magic power into it.
The red flags lit up one after another, and a burning aura spread from them.
The next moment, eight small flags ignited with blazing flames at the same time, turning into fire pythons as thick as arms and rushing towards the Mandrill King.
Flames surged around the Mandrill King, and his whole body immediately burned.
The blazing flames burned, and the blazing temperature made the entire cave extremely hot. There were also bursts of cracking sounds from the stone walls that had not seen the sun for a long time.
The screams of the Mandrill King echoed in the cave, making people's scalp numb.
After ten breaths, the spiritual power on the triangular flag was exhausted, and the flames of the flame array gradually shrank until they disappeared.
The light in the cave quickly dimmed, and Yuan Ming frowned and looked at the Mandrill King.
His figure was stooped, his arms were folded, and all the hair on his body was burnt. His whole body looked like a piece of burnt black coal, with sporadic sparks still flickering on his body, and wisps of charred smoke rising from his body.
"Dead?" Yuan Ming was a little surprised.
"Haha, he's dead. The Mandrill King was killed by us." A skinny young man shouted happily.
"It's not as powerful as I thought..." Another person laughed, completely forgetting how scared he was before.
"Thanks to Senior Brother Qingchuan this time, if he hadn't bought time for us, we wouldn't have had time to activate the flame formation." Finally, someone said something fair.
At this time, everyone else followed suit and complimented the tall young man.
The tall young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and waved his hands to everyone, as if he didn't want to take credit.
"This time we all work together, I..."
Before he could finish his words, a round head suddenly flew up, and a large amount of blood rushed to the top of the cave like a fountain, and then sprinkled on the faces of the surrounding disciples.
Feeling the warm touch of blood, before the others could realize what was going on, they heard Chen Wan shout:
"No! The Mandrill King is not dead, everyone, run away!"
After saying that, she took the lead, turned around and rushed into the passage.
Kuntu, who had been knocked down by a single blow before, also quietly burned an earthy yellow talisman, burrowed into the ground and disappeared.
The panic of the rest of the people was greatly amplified at this moment, and everyone swarmed towards the entrance of the passage.
The torch was thrown to the ground, a blood shadow flashed past, the flame went out, and the entire cave fell into darkness again.
One after another, extremely tragic wails sounded, lasting for a long time.
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After a long time, the entire cave finally became quiet again.
Yuan Ming was still hiding where he was, covering his mouth with both hands, not daring to let out any anger.
In the darkness, there was suddenly a "rustling" sound.
He forced himself to stabilize his mind, concentrated again, focused his mind on his eyes, and looked into the cave.
I saw that the cave, which was not very spacious, was now in a mess, with broken limbs and arms everywhere on the ground, and the walls and ceiling of the cave were covered with messy bloodstains.
The strong smell of blood has completely suppressed the putrid corpse odor.
The mandrill king, whose body was charred black and stained with blood, was dragging two broken corpses towards the corpse pit.
Every step was accompanied by the sound of the corpse rubbing against the ground, constantly stimulating Yuan Ming's nerves.
In order to avoid being dizzy and in severe pain again, Yuan Ming looked at it for a moment, then closed his eyes and practiced quietly.
After a while, the sound of dragging the body stopped.
Yuan Ming immediately focused his eyes again, searching for traces of the Mandrill King.
After looking around, he found that the Mandrill King was bending down and kneeling beside the corpse pit, lowering his head and looking down at something.
Immediately afterwards, he opened his mouth and spat out, and a black bead emerged. A brilliant light bloomed on it, shining with a black luster, and a strong suction force immediately emerged from it.
In an instant, layers of black mist rose up from the corpse pit, and vague shadows of remnant souls slowly flew out from it. Each of them had a fearful and struggling look on their face, and it was obvious that they had been forcibly pulled out.
No matter how these shadows struggled, they could not resist the attraction of the black bead. They were all torn into pieces and merged into the black bead bit by bit.
The Mandrill King opened his mouth and sucked it in, then swallowed the black ball into his throat again. His eyes immediately lit up with scarlet light, but then, the light converged and returned to its original appearance.
At this time, the Mandrill King suddenly made an action that surprised Yuan Ming.
I saw him holding his head with both hands and shaking violently, as if he was venting his frustration.