123: C123 An Insane Chen Le Kang

C123 An Insane Chen Le Kang

Xia Ling said with a mocking tone. With his completely uninjured body, this sentence was too lethal.

"Impossible, how could my poison gas …" Chen Lekang roared with a flushed face.

The poisonous gas was the origin of the Smoke Hole cultivators. Being mocked in this domain caused Chen Lekang to lose his cool.

His poison had always been successful in killing people!

"AHH!" This middle stage Congealing Void cultivator crazily shouted as he quickly pushed out waves of air with his hands. "It was like a turbulent current that could topple mountains and overturn the seas!

Its power was ten times stronger than before!

Under normal circumstances, let alone a Vein Refining rank cultivator, even if they were at the same level, they would have no choice but to evade this attack!

However, Xia Ling did not dodge at all, which made Chen Lekang even angrier. He no longer cared about the consequences. He was madly attacking.

What Xia Ling wanted was this. To let the opponent's mentality be uneven and consume his internal energy rapidly, that was his chance!

Actually, with his current reserve of Genuine Qi, he could completely use sword moves, such as the Divine Edge and the Solar Disk. Even if he fought Chen Lekang head on, he might not be at a disadvantage. However, with a great battle approaching, there was only one thing he could save. If he could defeat his enemy without using any sword moves, Xia Ling would be more than willing to do so.

The balls of poisonous gas made people's vision blur. Xia Ling instantly moved at high speeds and disappeared in the air.

Chen Lekang's heart instantly turned cold. He also realized that he had lost his mind and revealed a big flaw.

Not good!

If Xia Ling was fast enough, and he found this flaw... He was afraid that he would fall into a difficult situation!

However, it should be possible that this person was a middle stage Vein Refining cultivator. Chen Lekang comforted himself. It should be impossible to see through his flaws.

That's right, that's impossible!

But how could Xia Ling let him do as he wished?

In Xia Ling's eyes, Chen Lekang's flaw was as obvious as the moon in the night sky! The youth wielded his sword and rushed into Chen Lekang's palm strike!

The attack that seemed so tight had actually left a big hole! Chen Lekang instantly opened up the door.

An incomparably terrified expression immediately appeared on Congealing Void, Middle Rank cultivator's face. He no longer had the energy to dodge.

Could it be …

Xia Ling still had a calm expression on his face, but there was no warmth in his eyes, as cold as a piece of cold iron. Holding the sword with both hands, he fiercely pushed the ancient weapon into the chest of the enemy before him!

Without the slightest hesitation!

Following that, a torrent of sword Qis gushed out, completely paying attention to his body before exploding!

With a bang, it was as if a bloody mist exploded in the air. This Congealing Void …! Middle Rank cultivator's body fell down like a meteorite, and landed on the ground without any cushion.

Xia Ling took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Catching that small loophole, he had already circulated the cultivation technique in his body to the maximum. Only this high speed circulation technique could drive Xia Ling's body to such a difficult move.

Even he felt a rare sliver of exhaustion.

Although he was very tired, he was still very satisfied with the result. Even Xia Ling did not think that he would actually be able to smoothly defeat a middle stage Congealing Void cultivator without using a Sword One Tao Spirit Chapter s sword move!

Xia Ling slowly landed on the ground and took a glance at Chen Lekang. He fell into a pool of blood, a large hole in his chest. He was still spurting blood. He was dressed in shabby clothes, and his face was pale. He seemed to be in an extremely sorry state.

However, Xia Ling was surprised, he was still alive.1

Even though it looked like he had suffered an incomparably painful fatal injury, his chest cavity was about to be exposed. However, from the faint sounds of breathing coming from his mouth, it could be seen that he still had a sliver of life left.

Chen Lekang's own aura did not completely disappear either.

Fine, I'll use it for myself.

Xia Ling took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket. He opened the bottle and carefully poured a black bug into his hand.

This was Chen Lekang's goal, and his ultimate goal, the Hidden Worm!

Now that he had finally appeared in front of him, could it be considered a form of ridicule?

Xia Ling held onto the Hidden Worm's head, carefully squeezed out a drop of juice and pressed it against the back of Chen Lekang's neck. As soon as the drop of liquid touched his skin, it melted like water and quickly dissolved into his body.

As I said before, the Hidden Worm's juice has a very strong control over one's mind. However, the higher the cultivation of a cultivator could resist this effect, the more obvious it would be to resist it.

But there are exceptions to everything.

If the cultivator's body was severely damaged, causing the internal energy system to be unable to function properly. It would cause this resistance to plummet to near zero.

Under normal circumstances, just with the Hidden Worm's juice, it obviously wouldn't be able to confuse a Congealing Void Middle Rank cultivator. However, from the looks of Chen Lekang's current situation, this was not a normal situation.

He was seriously injured and dying.

At the same time Xia Ling helped him use the Hidden Worm's juice, his left hand caught his Qi channels and slowly sent a wave of Genuine Qi inside.

He had purposely removed the sharpness of his sword Qis and only kept the pure energy within them. With Chen Lekang's current physical condition, if there was more sword qi entering his meridians, he would probably be dead beyond dead.

He didn't want a dead man.

Xia Ling had to hang Chen Lekang's life before he could ask about some things.

As the Genuine Qi was being transported, it slowly circled the meridians of this dying cultivator. Xia Ling then skillfully used the force of his finger on Chen Lekang's chest to seal the spurt of blood. This middle stage Congealing Void cultivator would temporarily not die.

Not long after, Chen Lekang slowly opened his eyes.

However, this time, his eyes were cloudy and lifeless, as if they were covered by a layer of mist. It was also like a glass bead that had not been cleaned completely. Not only was there no trace of spiritual qi, but there was also a trace of death.

Even Xia Ling couldn't help but feel a bit excited when he saw it. The Nether Mite Worm seemed to be silent, but it actually possessed such terrifying power.

"Speak, who are you people? What is the purpose of coming to the Ningnan City? " Xia Ling asked.

Speaking of which, he really didn't know where this group of people came from.

Chen Lekang was like a dead man, talking and mumbling to himself. His voice was slurred, broken, but surprisingly audible.

From his narration, Xia Ling slowly understood all of this. He also knew why Song Shengcheng would hire these cultivators with Smoke Hole.

He sneered in his heart, To balance the strength of the original cultivators in the Xia Family? Song Shengcheng, don't think too much. I will help you solve this problem.

Like getting you to scram back to the capital!

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