Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Leng Mingjing warned: "Little junior sister, as long as you leave the scope of the bamboo house, you can contact them."

"Among the batch released now, compared with the cultivation level of the human monks, they are at most the cultivation level of the late Golden Core. You should be more careful, and they should not pose any threat to you."

Rong Shu nodded: "Okay, thank you, senior brother."

Rong Shu was still a little surprised when he learned that Leng Mingjing was able to control the level of cultivation of these Nightmare clansmen who had slipped out.

These nightmares... don't seem to be very obedient.

The escaped Nightmare tribe now occupies almost half of Xianzhu Peak, but there is no sign of leaving Xianzhu Peak or breaking into the bamboo house.

Rong Shu had no doubt that as long as these Nightmare tribes were given a chance, they would definitely pounce on them and bite them to death.

However, there was something that made them very afraid. Although they were ready to move, they did not actually move.

Leng Mingjing's voice came slowly: "The seal I released is only enough for the weaker Nightmare tribe to escape. For the more powerful Nightmare tribe, the seal will have a stronger binding force on them."

"If the seal is not damaged on a large scale or disappears completely, those powerful Nightmare tribe will not be able to get out."

Rong Shu suddenly realized: "Oh, that's it."

Then she would be relieved.

Rong Shu stood up and walked outside.

As soon as she went out, the spiritual roots in her body became extremely excited like a cat seeing a mouse, as if it wanted to fly out directly and swallow up all the nightmare energy.

Rong Shu looked directly at the heavy fog in front of him, thought for a while, and took out two double swords.

Test the water with an ordinary spiritual knife first.

The transparent spiritual roots can swallow the nightmare energy, but there are still nightmare tribes hiding here, so they can't let the transparent spiritual roots swallow them too.

At this time, countless pairs of eyes in the mist saw a human race running out without knowing whether to live or die, and the aura around him didn't seem to be very strong.

After enduring it for many years, I still couldn't stand the temptation before me, and the nightmare energy surged towards Rong Shu overwhelmingly.

And at the moment when the nightmare energy surged up, Rong Shu held the knife in both hands and slashed forward!

The cold spiritual energy burst out from Rong Shu's body, as if he opened his mouth invisibly, absorbing all the nearest nightmare energy.

The eyes in the mist seemed to finally realize that something was wrong and wanted to retreat back.

"Don't leave!"

Rong Shu tipped his toes, flew over, and slashed with his knife again.

stab-

It seemed like something was split in two in the mist, and a thick dark green liquid was splashed on the ground, which looked a little nauseating.

And it's not over yet!

The sword energy like a violent storm condensed in the air, sweeping across all directions with astonishing power.

When slashing at the numerous 'shadows' in the mist, it was like a dense drizzle. It seemed soft, but it was like thousands of silver needles piercing it, and it was bone-piercing!

The second form of the nameless sword technique——[A rain of knives all over the city]

"..."

Seeing that Rong Shu could really absorb the nightmare energy, although it was not obvious on Leng Ming's mirror, there was a hint of deep meaning in the depths of his eyes.

...If this is the case, then the current group of minions can basically only allow the junior sister to warm up.

Leng Mingjing thought of this, picked up a black chess piece, and dropped another finger under the chessboard.

In an instant, there seemed to be some kind of change in the entire peak.

Rong Shu noticed this different change and subconsciously turned his head to glance at Leng Mingjing.

Seeing Leng Mingjing still sitting there calmly and calmly, drinking tea and looking down at the chess game on the chessboard.

Rong Shu suddenly felt calm.

Anyway, Senior Brother is here.

However, Rong Shu still quietly took out a few defensive talismans and stuck them on his body.

After taking good protection, Rong Shu continued to rush towards the place where the nightmare energy was the densest!

"..."

Throughout the whole day, Rong Shu didn't know how many nightmare heads he had chopped off, nor how much nightmare energy his transparent spiritual roots had absorbed.

It wasn't until the sun set that Leng Mingjing called out to Rong Shu: "Little junior sister, it's okay."

"At night, the power of the Nightmare tribe will increase several times. You have been practicing all day. Now go back and rest, and come back tomorrow."

"Mmm Good."

Rong Shu was also secretly surprised when he heard that the power of the Nightmare Clan could be improved at night.

The more I understand the Nightmare Clan, the more I fear this mysterious and terrifying race.

The spiritual energy cultivated by human monks cannot directly cause effective damage, and will be swallowed by the opponent.

The Nightmare Clan can fight one against a hundred, seducing people's souls.

In addition, the combat effectiveness will skyrocket at night...

Rong Shu really couldn't imagine how many human monks sacrificed thousands of years ago to seal the Nightmare clan away.

And it's just a seal, not a complete elimination.