Shenwu Yutianlei

Chapter 292 Lin Dao Qing Ku

As the severed vines fell to the ground, bright red blood spurted out from the broken ends of the vines, like scarlet streams. The blood splashed on the rock platform, emitting hot steam and a pungent bloody smell.

The vines twisted violently as if they had life. Their broken ends kept trembling, making a hissing sound, as if they were wailing in pain. The originally emerald green vines became darker in color after being stained with blood, revealing a strange dark red.

A fierce roar came from the valley below the platform. The roar was full of anger, like rolling thunder, and it kept echoing in the valley. Obviously, the behavior of the crowd angered the existence hidden in the valley. The sound waves shook the surrounding air and caused visible ripples, as if the entire space was shaking under this angry roar.

Countless vines shot out from the valley like green spears, stabbing at the people on the platform. The vines were as thick as pythons, with hideous lines on their surface, shining with a strange luster under the sunlight. The tips of the vines flashed with sharp cold light, with a sound of breaking wind, like the scream of evil spirits, which made people shudder.

The leaves on the vines also rustled, as if they were roaring angrily, vowing to kill anyone who hurt them.

At the same time, more vines continued to grow from the valley, intertwining with each other to form a huge blood-red network. Each vine was constantly wriggling, and the spikes on it flashed cold light, like the fangs of a demon. The entire space was occupied by these crazy vines, leaving no place for people to escape.

Some tiny vines spread rapidly along the ground, and like flexible snakes, they quickly wrapped around people's ankles and pulled hard. The people who were entangled struggled in fear, trying to break free from the vines, but the vines became tighter and tighter, with amazing strength.

"It's a Level 2 Peak Soul Binding Vine Monster!" Someone in the crowd shouted. The voice was filled with fear and panic. This Soul Binding Vine Monster is the overlord of this valley. It usually feeds on the spiritual power and flesh of living beings. Its body is a thousand-year-old vine. After years of training, it can transform and attack. It has been lurking in the dark corners of the valley for a long time, laying countless traps, waiting for its prey to take the bait.

The soul-binding vine demon controlled the vines, weaving them into a huge web in the air, covering everyone. The web was impenetrable and carried a strong smell of death. Some of the weaker Lin family members panicked at this sudden attack. They fled in panic, but they couldn't avoid it at all.

In an instant, several Lin family members were entangled by vines. The spikes on the vines were like sharp fangs, piercing their bodies mercilessly. As soon as the spikes touched the human body, they began to flash strange lights crazily, madly absorbing their spiritual power and vitality. The entangled disciples screamed in pain, and the sound was extremely shrill, as if it came from the depths of hell. Their faces quickly turned pale as paper, the vitality in their eyes was rapidly fading, and their bodies shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ninth-level Lin family disciple saw this and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He raised his sword again and rushed forward, his figure as fast as lightning. The spiritual power was wrapped around the sword, like a nimble dragon. Every time the sword was swung, it brought up a sharp sword energy. The sword flashed and cut off several vines.

The cut ends of the vines spurted out dark green juice, emitting a pungent fishy smell. But there were so many vines that when one was cut off, two would replace it, as if there were endless. The new vines were even more ferocious, like poisonous snakes, winding towards his body.

On the other side, Shen Yun and Lin Ruyi did not sit still and wait for death. More and more vines came over like a green tsunami, attacking everyone indiscriminately. Those vines whistled through the air, bringing up gusts of wind, and there was a whistling sound wherever they passed.

"Jinghong" Shen Yun called out softly, his voice firm and powerful. In an instant, a brilliant light flashed, and the Jinghong Sword appeared out of thin air. The sword body flashed with a cold light, and runes flowed on it, emitting powerful spiritual power fluctuations.

"Go!" With Shen Yun's command, the Jinghong Sword turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the vines. The sword shuttled through the air, bringing up a string of dazzling light and shadows, like a bright meteor. Wherever the Jinghong Sword went, the air was cut into tiny cracks, making a "sizzling" sound.

The moment it collided with the vines, sparks flew everywhere, and the powerful impact caused the surrounding space to tremble. The Jinghong Sword was extremely sharp, and it easily cut through the vines one by one. Green juice spurted out from the broken ends of the vines, falling like raindrops. However, the subsequent vines continued to pour in, as if endless.

The Jinghong Sword rushed left and right among the vines, as if it was in an empty space. Every time it swung, it brought up a sword shadow, cutting down countless vines. But the vines' attacks became more and more fierce. They came from all directions, trying to trap the Jinghong Sword. Shen Yun stared at the battlefield with a sharp gaze, and kept forming seals in his hands, injecting more spiritual power into the Jinghong Sword, commanding it to continue fighting.

A hint of excitement flashed across Lin Daoqing's face. The excitement was like a flame burning in his eyes. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he was secretly delighted in his heart: "Great, it's finally my turn to perform."

But this can't be blamed on him, Lin Dao was poor. He was born in the side branch of the Lin family. Although the spiritual power of the Lin family flows in his blood, he is far less noble and resourceful than those direct descendants.

Born in a side branch, he showed extraordinary talent since childhood. When other children were still playing, he practiced hard day and night, soaking in sweat for countless days and nights. Now he is only 29 years old, but he has already reached the ninth level of the foundation building realm. This level of cultivation is very impressive among the younger generation. Among his generation, there are very few people who can compete with him in cultivation.

However, collateral lineage is collateral lineage, which is a permanent pain in his heart. In the family, the allocation of resources often gives priority to direct descendants, and collateral descendants can only get scraps. Although he is talented and hardworking, he always does not get enough attention and resource support due to the limitations of his background.

In addition, his age was a rather awkward number. At 29 years old, for a cultivator, he had already passed the prime of youth and was about to enter middle age. If he wanted to continue to break through and reach a higher level of the Golden Core Realm, he would need a huge amount of cultivation resources to support him. And the side branch he belonged to happened to be Lin Zhen's faction. Although Lin Zhen also took care of the children of the side branch, after all, the resources were limited, and there were too many monks and too little porridge. The support he could get was far from enough to meet his cultivation needs.

Therefore, in every opportunity to show himself and prove his worth, Lin Daoqing was eager to seize it, eager to let the family leaders see his potential and value through his own strength and performance, so as to obtain more resources and support. At this moment, facing the rampant vines in front of him, he knew that his chance had come.