Chapter 345: Show Off And Leave
“What dense and pure spiritual energy aura!”
“This spiritual object scroll painting is so powerful, with amplification for spiritual power cultivation of at least over one times, and no side effects at all.”
“Is this the time to focus on this?”
On the other side, the Nature Club team led by Hu Yunlei was equally dumbfounded.
Hu Yunlei was even more wide-eyed in shock.
His Hu family had gone through generations without being able to conceive a qualified spiritual object scroll painting, yet Wu Xian had actually drawn such a powerful heaven-defying spiritual object.
The key was that terrifying grass and wood might, as well as the outrageously dominant law power, which even the Sky Green Tree King’s divine power enhancement couldn’t fully resist—the laurel tree’s greed and absorption.
“Damn it, he he he… why him?”
While all sides were shocked by the laurel tree’s might, the Abyss King Mushroom over there also began to reveal its true form.
It was a massive humanoid vermilion yellow mushroom, topped with a huge mushroom head—not the hairstyle kind, but a literal mushroom head.
The mushroom head had a huge bloody mouth, and with Big Mouth opening wide, countless viscous mycelium sprayed out like venom.
The various clubs were caught completely off guard.
Then, the Abyss King Mushroom gazed greedily toward the laurel tree and charged over, with dense mycelium under its feet spreading rapidly toward the laurel tree like a carpet.
It had the posture of fighting the laurel tree to the death.
At the same time, the various clubs also activated Gold Scroll Descending God mode one after another, starting to encircle and suppress the Abyss King Mushroom.
Buzz~ buzz~!
Projections of divine realms appeared above the abyss, but compared to the laurel tree’s anomaly, they somewhat had the feel of competing with the bright moon.
The scene instantly descended into chaos.
After Wu Xian controlled Little Di Ting and the Laurel Branch Flying Sword in an intense entanglement with the Abyss King Mushroom, he was forced to retreat step by step, then silently withdrew the laurel branch and fled the battlefield on his flying sword.
“Hmph! Plant element scroll paintings under true god enhancement are indeed powerful!”
After leaving a harsh remark, Wu Xian departed the battlefield.
At this time, the Abyss King Mushroom had also entered berserk mode, fiercely battling the various descending god gold scrolls.
“Why do I feel something’s not right?”
On Bai Shiqi’s side, knowing that Wu Xian’s strength was more than this, seeing Wu Xian exit the contention early, he couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
But with the battle now at a critical moment, he had no time to dwell on it.
…
The commotion of the great battle behind was incredibly intense.
Wu Xian stood on the laurel branch, moving at flying speed, preparing to withdraw from the Green Abyss.
“Alright, alright, have you absorbed enough?”
Inside the Qiankun Bag, the Abyss King Mushroom’s origin mycelium was attached to the laurel tree, growing and expanding at a visible speed.
Fortunately, the laurel tree wasn’t afraid of being absorbed; after the Abyss King Mushroom absorbed for a long time, it had only taken a bit of his spiritual power.
As he spoke, with a thought, he took the laurel tree in the Qiankun Bag into his sea of consciousness, with strands of vermilion yellow mycelium still reluctant to part.
Ever since the Qiankun Bag could store living things, activated scroll painting spirits could also be retracted into it.
Unfortunately, only his own scroll painting spirits could be stored and released.
“You humans are not bad, it’s just a pity about this seat’s entire cultivation level.” The vermilion yellow mycelium smiled bitterly and sighed.
“Better than being dead, right?” Wu Xian asked with a smile.
“That’s true.” The vermilion yellow mycelium neither confirmed nor denied it. When he learned he had been listed as a special grade expedition target, he had already realized his end was near, just clinging to a sliver of fluke mentality—worst case, start over from scratch.
He hadn’t expected that a human would be willing to help him.
It must be known that retaining a strand of ordinary mycelium versus origin mycelium resulted in completely different outcomes.
Ordinary mycelium would only give him a chance to start over, with everything needing to be rebuilt, but origin mycelium would allow him to retain the 【divine power core】 imprint he had painstakingly cultivated before, that is, the law network imprint.
As long as conditions allowed, he could quickly restore his original realm and combat power.
And this was also Wu Xian’s core demand.
After all, the Great King Fungus’s medicinal properties came from its divine power core law network; without the origin mycelium, the Great King Fungus would have no value to him.
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Tianfeng Province, Provincial Capital Dongfeng City, Divine Dog Club.
Ever since President Wang Zhi was defeated by Wu Xian, he had fallen into a state of gloom and depression.
Coupled with the impact of the true god version on human vision, the Wang Family had recently declined sharply.
This Divine Dog Club had also fallen into a desolate state, and even the 【Ink Jade Bamboo Forest】 cultivation pods provided by the Wang Family had been forcibly taken back by the Wang Family.
The entire club was lifeless, looking on the verge of bankruptcy.
The new and old members in the club were privately discussing finding new homes and future paths.
But Liu Ze and Zhang Cheng were not anxious.
After all, they already had a new home; now at the Divine Dog Club, they were completely acting as spies.
And the Divine Dog Club’s rapid decline now also made them glad for their initial choice.
Heh, still talking about targeting the Underworld Club?
After targeting for so long, what did they target?
They targeted themselves out of existence?
However, they had just received news from President Wang Zhi that there seemed to be some major announcement, and the club members were all curiously waiting.
But when Wang Zhi appeared before them, it gave them a chilling feeling.
The once dominant Wang Zhi in Tianfeng Province was now supporting his body with his arms as he crawled in, his legs limp and floppy, clearly broken, with a dog chain around his neck, his face vacant and stunned, completely devoid of his former vigor.
Following the dog chain, the one now holding Wang Zhi was a man in his forties, with a strange aura and overwhelming sense of oppression.
The man seemed to have a layer of peculiar energy flowing around him, unclear what it was protecting against.
“So these are the dogs you’ve picked over the years?”
The man coldly scanned the crowd, as if in his eyes, these people weren’t humans at all, but a pack of dogs.
“Woof~!”
Wang Zhi’s chaotic barking was slightly hoarse and pained, but his eyes still shone with absolute loyalty to his master.
“Useless trash!” The man scolded lightly as if it were nothing, his gaze turning to the crowd, an invisible pressure making everyone unable to breathe, “What are you standing there for? Put on the dog chains yourselves.”
With that, he casually waved his hand, throwing out a pile of dog chains with dark red collars.
The Divine Dog Club members exchanged glances, their faces flickering uncertainly.
Under that terrifying pressure, their bodies couldn’t move at all, even breathing was so difficult.
Seeing this, the man frowned slightly, stepping on Wang Zhi and pinning him to the ground in painful struggle, “Is this the thing you’ve trained?”
Liu Ze and Zhang Cheng stood in the crowd, not daring to breathe.
No need to think—they knew the man before them was the legendary upper class person.
Just a single glance had pressed them breathless.
“Still need this seat to do it personally!”
The man disdainfully kicked Wang Zhi aside, and with a raise of his hand, the pile of dog chains on the ground flew up into the air, heading toward the crowd.
Several among them instinctively wanted to resist, but were pressed to the ground by a burst of divine power, landing on all fours, watching helplessly as the dog chain collars fastened around their necks.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two dark lights flashed, and Liu Ze and Zhang Cheng’s figures mysteriously vanished from the spot.
“Hm?” The man’s face darkened, inexplicably angry, “Two actually ran?”
If not for that dead rat controlling the lower realm’s space law vein, how could these two dogs have escaped under his nose.
“True God?” The man gritted his teeth coldly: “Let you hop around for a bit longer first; the Heavenly Being’s majesty is not for you to touch.”
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