northernbook Chapter 238 Third-Order Rakshasa
Chapter 238 Third-Order Rakshasa
Previously, Liu Mengli had mentioned to him that a demonic Rakshasa was lurking in this secret realm, and its true form was a flower fairy who served Gu Xuan and his wife.
This demonic Rakshasa commands countless Rakshasa and guards this realm.
Recalling the horrifying scene just now, Kongming was almost certain that those unfortunate cultivators who had been absorbed had undoubtedly become nourishment.
These eerie flowers eventually gave birth to ferocious demons.
Now, ten thousand years have passed, and this cycle has repeated itself endlessly. No wonder Liu Mengli said that this secret realm is filled with countless Rakshasa.
Just then, the young men from prominent families took out porcelain bottles and suddenly poured out the powder inside.
Upon contact with air, the powder instantly transformed into a fine golden mist, which swiftly rushed towards the eerie flowers.
As if sensing a threat, the flower's petals, which had been swaying, tensed instantly and seemed to grow legs as it fled into the distance.
It is obvious that the three ancient families knew about the existence of this thing in the secret realm long ago, and therefore prepared countermeasures in advance.
However, those invited rogue cultivators dared not speak out against their anger and could only gravitate towards the scions of aristocratic families...
“You need not worry too much. As long as you are a little careful, this thing is nothing to fear,” a member of an ancient family said coldly.
After speaking, he quickly formed a hand seal, and a dazzling golden rune appeared in his palm. As the rune flickered, a golden flame formed from spiritual energy took shape.
With a wave of his arm, the ball of golden flame, like a roaring fire beast, pounced towards the strange flowers.
The flowers that had been struck seemed to have suffered a tremendous blow, trembling violently. Their once delicate petals now twisted wildly as if they were alive.
At the same time, several thick tentacles suddenly emerged from the stem of the flower like ghosts, densely covered with sharp barbs that gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the dim light, sending chills down one's spine.
At the same moment, a large amount of thick, sticky sap suddenly gushed out from the flower's stamen, emitting a nauseating odor, splashing outwards like a raging torrent.
Upon seeing this, everyone avoided it.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the roots of those strange flowers suddenly emerged from the ground, carrying clumps of wet soil, and twisted wildly with their tentacles, fleeing backward in an extremely bizarre and contorted manner.
"Want to run!"
The man from the ancient aristocratic family snorted coldly. He stomped his feet on the ground, leaping into the air. Several golden runes materialized in his hands again, which he then hurled at the strange flowers.
The petals of any flower that was touched instantly shattered, and the stems were rapidly carbonized as if burned by a raging fire, hissing and emitting black smoke.
Then, he turned his head and coldly swept his gaze over the recruited rogue cultivators, "You all saw it, didn't you? This thing is utterly vulnerable. If anyone cowers in fear again, don't blame me for being impolite!"
The rogue cultivators were speechless, their faces turning pale and then red, their hearts filled with resentment.
A rogue cultivator in the crowd couldn't help but mutter a curse: "Hmph, if your ancient clans hadn't known in advance, you probably wouldn't be as good as us!"
Although the sound was soft, it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples among the group of independent cultivators and drawing nods of approval from many of them.
Another crucial issue is that although these flower demons are easy to kill, their sheer number means that once they lose their fighting ability, they will only become fertilizer!
Otherwise, why would an ancient family prepare a powder specifically to counteract this strange flower? They must have been fooled before.
The terrifying scene just now left everyone with lingering fear.
Just then, a strange sound suddenly rang out, as faint as the fluttering of a dragonfly's wings, but in this environment, it could be heard very clearly.
Before anyone could react, a sharp bone spur pierced through the cultivator from the ancient aristocratic family.
Behind him, hovered a series of monsters, each more than two people tall, covered in dark scales.
This monster has two wings on its back, which can be more than ten zhang wide when spread out. The wing membranes are tough and covered with sharp barbs.
His hands were shaped like eagle claws, but many times thicker, with each finger like a sharp steel hook.
Its head resembles that of a human, but is several times larger. Its skin is a dark bluish-gray, and its eyes are like two burning scarlet flames, containing endless bloodlust and brutality.
The monster suddenly opened its huge mouth, revealing a dense array of fangs, and bit off the head of the aristocratic cultivator. Then, it violently flung the head away, and blood and bits of flesh splattered out, creating an extremely gruesome scene.
"A third-tier Rakshasa!"
Among the scions of ancient aristocratic families, someone whispered, their words tinged with excitement.
A third-tier Rakshasa?
Although it was also Kongming's first time seeing this legendary Rakshasa, he had already heard Liu Mengli talk about it before, so he wasn't particularly nervous.
But the excited expressions on the faces of the scions of noble families puzzled him somewhat...