I Cultivate Immortality With Scientific Thinking

Chapter 188 The Miasma Mother and the Final Departure

"Ahhh!"

In the dark jungle, screams kept coming and going, and they never stopped.

Because along the way, the number of people dying has never decreased.

First, while walking, many people fell down one after another, twitching all over. Some people tried to cut open to extract the venom, but a pool of bright red meat mixed with blood and flesh came out.

"This is a widow spider. It has a very terrible venom in its body. It can easily kill the Martial Artist, and it can also corrode flesh and blood."

Then while walking, another person grabbed his throat and breathed desperately, but his face was red and swollen and he fell down.

"This is a sting from a poisonous scorpion, which will cause severe pain from the wound, and then eventually lead to respiratory failure and suffocation."

As they walked further, the people in front stopped, and the people behind were blocked. Before they could curse, their faces suddenly turned pale.

Because not far in front of them, there was a centipede about half a foot long, with thousands of legs, and a dark body, silently passing through the bushes.

"This is a giant centipede. Not only is it huge in size, but the teeth on its head are also terrifyingly poisonous."

While everyone was walking in fear, Lin Chen explained the various poisons in it very thoughtfully.

Although he has never seen most of the poisons in this dense forest, he has used many similar poisons during experiments.

As long as the toxin effect is determined and the corresponding solution is found, as for its name, isn't it just a matter of making it up casually?

But even with the precautionary measures, the more they walked, the more people's hearts became more and more excited, and they changed from striding forward before entering the forest to walking cautiously.

Originally, they thought that relying on the cultivation of the Martial Artist, condensing the inner breath or inner strength, and gathering a team of various strange people, they should not have to worry about this dense forest.

But along the way, the bodies that kept falling down made them truly realize the horror hidden in the darkness of nature.

Even among the Miao people who followed, two of them fell directly under the attack of poisonous insects. How could they not be frightened.

After this trip, the original team of more than 500 people was reduced by at least two-fifths!

Finally, just when the team was about to lose its support, the leader of the team finally discovered that not far away, there was faintly bright sunlight shining in.

There is no light in the dense forest. If the sun shines in front of you, it means there is a way out!

"It's finally over!"

Everyone was refreshed and quickened their pace.

But at this moment, suddenly, someone exclaimed: "It smells so good. What does this smell like? Is it the smell of flowers?"

Um?

Everyone stopped for a moment and sniffed it carefully. This kind of fragrance makes people want to drain their alveoli when they smell it. They inhale it so hard that they can't get enough of it until they die.

"Could it be the Immortal Pill left behind by the immortal?" Someone made such a guess, with excitement in their eyes.

At this point, everyone couldn't help but pause, and greed appeared in their eyes.

Live forever, take it and become an immortal, enjoy transcendent power and eternal life...

Countless thoughts were swirling in everyone's thoughts, and the looks in each other's eyes began to slowly become weird.

But at this moment, Lin Chen's voice suddenly sounded: "Really? But why do I feel that this thing is more like the Miasma Mother?"

Miasma Mother? !

When the Miao people heard this word, their expressions suddenly changed and they rushed forward crazily.

Lin Chen smiled softly and followed him. Others were stunned when they saw this. Before they had time to understand, something strange happened suddenly.

Behind the team, suddenly, a colorful cloud rose, and then it seemed like a golden mountain fell from the sky.

The dense forest behind him was suddenly filled with golden light, which was dazzling.

The sky was illuminated by the colorful clouds, and the golden light of the forest in front burst apart, scattering as big as a wheel.

The entire jungle suddenly became like a mythical world. The golden light began to crack in all directions like rain, and then the golden light turned into a colorful brilliance, floating indistinctly throughout the entire jungle.

Instantly, the entire area was filled with overwhelming aroma.

This strange fragrance made people intoxicated, but everyone was frightened. How could this happen in this... dense forest? Is this a method used by immortals?

But just as the person who was enveloped by the fragrance and brilliance fell straight to the ground, he lost his voice!

"not good!"

After seeing someone die, everyone finally realized the danger, came to their senses, their expressions changed drastically, and they ran out crawling.

When Miasma Mother passed by, she saw that the entire jungle seemed to have suddenly fallen into a fairyland.

There are thousands of colorful clouds, and it seems that a god is about to descend to earth.

But this beauty brings the silent murderous intention of all things.

Not to mention the Martial Artist, even the extremely poisonous poison fell silently into this strange colorful cloud!

Soon, everyone escaped from this dense forest with intertwined jungles, towering trees, and accumulated rotten leaves, and came to a small forest with seemingly sparse trees and a green grassland at their feet.

The Miasma Mother floating behind her dissipated directly as if subject to some kind of restriction after encountering the sunlight.

"This, this is Miasma, Miasma Mother?!" The old Taoist priest took Zhang Zhiping and looked at everything in front of him, with fright, anger, and deep fear in his eyes.

Because in the attack just now, more than a hundred people fell directly into the colorful mist over there. Now, there are only more than a hundred Martial Artists who came here alive in the venue.

Just a sudden accident caused them to lose nearly 200 people in force. Even the old Taoist priest could not guarantee that if he fell into this miasma, as an Innate, would he be able to survive? !

"There are two types of miasma, one is tangible and the other is intangible. The intangible is invisible, and suddenly smells fishy wind or fragrance.

The tangible thing is the sudden overflow of dense fog and the gathering of colorful clouds in the sky, such as what we just encountered, such as the miasma that hindered us when we entered.

Among the shaped miasma, the rarest thing is the current situation. The appearance of the miasma mother is the most terrifying existence in the miasma and the most difficult to appear.

This is the case with the Miasma Mother. The colorful clouds in the sky are like golden light falling from the sky on the jungle shrubs. They explode in all directions, as small as mud balls, and as big as bells. They are colorful and fragrant. Once people come into contact, they will become ill immediately. "

Lin Chen walked gently to the old Taoist priest and explained casually.

"Then if that's the case, why didn't you tell me earlier?!"

Looking at the colorful miasma, a middle-aged Martial Artist with a ferocious face and uncontrollable trembling all over turned his head, stared at Lin Chen, and roared.

Just now, his lover died in this miasma because he ran a step slower.

"Didn't I remind you already? If I hadn't reminded you, your companion would have thought it was the Immortal Pill?" Lin Chen glanced at him and said calmly.

"You should have reminded us to run away, but you didn't say a word. You only focused on escaping for your own life! If it weren't for you, Yue'er wouldn't have died. Yes, it was you, it was you..."

The middle-aged Martial Artist stared at Lin Chen, as if it was not the Miasma Mother who killed his lover, but Lin Chen.

"Oh?" Lin Chen's smile faded and he said expressionlessly, "Are you blaming me for reminding you that I didn't let you two die together?"

"You're looking for death!" the middle-aged Martial Artist roared, and suddenly the clothes on his body suddenly moved automatically, and he rose up: "Magic Wind Hand!"

He shouted loudly, and the afterimages of his palms flew all over the sky. The amazing palm power spread everywhere, sweeping out like a violent storm.

"Stop!" The faces of the people beside him changed when they saw this.

Lin Chen is equivalent to Bai Xiaosheng among them. He knows everything but can't let anything go wrong, so he all takes action to stop it.

But unexpectedly, they were directly hit back by the palm wind and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"This is...perfection the day after tomorrow!"

The Martial Artist training of Great Qian Dynasty is divided into two realms: Innate and acquired.

The day after tomorrow is divided into small achievements, great achievements and the state of perfection.

Xiaocheng can condense the power of his own energy and blood, and his strength can be as strong as an ox, comparable to natural divine power.

Dacheng can condense the inner breath, which is the essence of Martial Artist's Qi and blood, and is the foundation of all advanced martial arts.

Then condense all the inner energy into one force, which has been tempered over and over again. It is as indestructible as a steel wire. This is the real inner energy.

Possessing inner strength is an acquired perfection. With one move, one can transmigrate armor and shake people's hearts to pieces.

And the acquired perfection, even in the Great Qian Dynasty, was not much. In addition, it suddenly exploded, so the people nearby had no time to react and could only watch the middle-aged man attack Lin Chen!

"snort!"

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist priest snorted coldly, picked up a stone from the ground, and planned to end the life of this irrational guy.

But just when he was about to take action, his expression suddenly changed, revealing an incredible look.

Others who wanted to come to rescue could not help but freeze in place.

Because the middle-aged Martial Artist was stopped abruptly in mid-air, and what stopped him was not a person, but several branches with barbs!

"What, what is this?"

The middle-aged Martial Artist first thought that someone was blocking him, and was about to attack, but found that what was blocking him was the vines on his body. His face suddenly changed from anger to fear.

He struggled to break free, but countless vines stretched out directly from the tree beside him, entangled, and even stabbed into his body!

"Ah! Save me! Save me!"

The middle-aged Martial Artist desperately called for help, but after a while his voice completely disappeared.

And everyone in the venue just watched helplessly as the middle-aged Martial Artist, who was in his prime, first shrank suddenly and his hair turned gray. Finally, he became a corpse, hanging upside down on a tree without any moisture. Mummy!

"I never said it would be safe now..."

At this time, Lin Chen's faint voice rang in the ears of everyone in the venue, and the latter could not help but feel a deep chill rising from the soles of their feet.

(End of chapter)