Reaching the top of the world: I'm really not a genius

Chapter 190 190 [Aggregate of Despair]! [The Face of the Ghost King]!Torture the heart!

Under the time-stopping situation, Lin Zhengliu ignored all obstacles and directly observed Lu Chixia's luck.

Lin Zhengliu felt that the other party's "luck" was just two words.

Surprising!

She was clearly a ninth-level monk who crossed the catastrophe, but Lu Chixia's luck was not even as good as that of the eighth-level Mahayana deputy city lord she met in Yilan City.

The total amount is lackluster, and it is basically just a pure numerical comparison. The reason why Lu Chixia is so depressed, Lin Zhengliu can see the reason from the shape of this luck beam.

Lu Chixia and her Taoist companion Jiang Jue slaughtered 400 million monks and mortals in Misty City, but their luck was not affected in the slightest.

The real culprit that caused her low spirits was a ferocious face with demonic flames coiled around her beam of light.

The devil's face was hidden in the black flames, and it was hard to see clearly, but Lin Zhengliu could tell at a glance that it was his own face.

"The ninth-level cultivator who crossed the tribulation offended me, so most of his luck was cut off, and the depression has reached this point..."

Lin Zhengliu was calm: "It's reasonable."

Just like the extraordinary people on the earth enjoy the trait of [compatibility with all laws], but they also have to bear the interference of [spiritual erosion].

The mainstream cultivation system in Yunding Realm has extremely outstanding advantages, and the outrageously long [life span] has made countless giants in the heavens and myriad worlds look at it, and they can't help but sigh.

But the biggest shortcoming of Yunding Realm is that the importance of [Dao Xin] is too high.

Those with a firm and resolute Taoist heart can advance by leaps and bounds in practice, making thousands of miles a day.

Those who have a broken heart, let alone a higher level, are very few who can maintain their own cultivation, and there is a high probability that their realm will retreat, and their strength will retreat thousands of miles.

This shortcoming exists from the Qi refining period of life energy level 1 to the imaginary realm of life energy level 10.

It doesn't matter whether you practice the mind in the world of mortals or ask about the ladder, it's all for the purpose of training the perseverance of the Taoist heart.

That's why there is the appearance of the [Xu Xian Court], and there is a difference between immortals and ordinary people.

The Immortals are aloof and leave the mundane affairs to the monks of the ninth-order crossing tribulation. If they don't encounter any particularly important things, they basically won't come to the "mortal world".

It is precisely because of this that the entire Yunding world has gradually embarked on the current [Fairy City Federation].

Lu Chixia, a cultivator who crossed the catastrophe, obviously suffered a lot from it.

The arrangement with the Taoist companion Jiang Jue has been calculated for thousands of years, and all the hard work and planning, once it goes to waste, the Taoist companion will be completely wiped out.

Lu Chixia, who could not see the hope of being promoted to the Immortal Realm, was under the double pain of the disillusionment of her dream and the death of her Taoist companion, her Taoist heart collapsed, and her luck backfired, which is really normal.

Lu Chixia's face twisted ferociously: "I want you all to be buried with Jiang Lang!"

Although her current realm is still maintained at the level of the ninth-order crossing tribulation, as time goes by, she is destined to fall below the eighth-order Mahayana stage.

Because of this, she thought of breaking the pot and smashing it. After completing all her achievements, dragging Lin Zhengliu to die together is considered revenge.

As soon as the words fell, Lu Chixia Zhou Shen's dark green and black blue mana transformed into a viscous liquid, splashing towards the surroundings.

sizzle...

Every drop of blue-green venom falling into the air will turn into a poisonous cloud with a strange color.

What's even more weird is that these poisonous clouds will not be diluted or dissipated. They constantly absorb the spiritual energy in the air, and while maintaining their own concentration, they continue to expand and fill, and expand in all directions.

Their existence is very strange. They will not rise into the sky all the time, but will be evenly scattered in every corner of the world. They are obviously in the form of clouds and mist, but a considerable part of them is pressed towards the earth like hail and falling snow.

If no one takes action in time and restricts it from the very beginning, these poisonous clouds will become a source of infection, gradually radiating in all directions, polluting the Immortal Tribulation City and its surroundings, and even spreading towards the entire Cloud Peak Realm !
Lin Zhengliu, who bears the brunt, was directly engulfed by the dark green and blue poisonous cloud.

laugh!
The strong corrosiveness of the poisonous cloud, it seems that even the air can be melted and eroded away.

Wherever they pass, birds and beasts, not to mention flesh and blood, even white bones, will evaporate instantly.

In an instant, hundreds of spirit birds flying in the air melted directly, leaving no bones left.

Seeing this scene, Lu Chixia's face showed a look of relief that her revenge had been avenged: "Good! Good! Good!"

"This guy is too big!"

"My [Poison of the Dao] is not only pure poison, but also contains the countless cultivators and mortals I have tortured and killed for thousands of years. The condensed [Despair] in it can break through and erode any Dao heart!"

"Even if the tenth-order virtual immortal is infected, he will suffer greatly from it, and even gradually die!"

However, before she had time to be happy for a long time, her throat was blocked by the voice from the poisonous fog.

"This move has good strength."

Relying on the foresight brought by [Fate·Variable], Lin Zhengliu has already made arrangements in advance.

The spiritual energy surged all over his body, and combined with the city-wide wind array that had been arranged earlier, the poisonous cloud was engulfed and gathered in the direction where he was, without spreading.

The targeted arrangement made Lu Chixia's determination to burn everything together into a joke.

But Lin Zhengliu didn't look down on her poisonous cloud.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being the ultimate move of the cultivator who crosses the tribulation, and it also belongs to the extraordinary skill of poisonous soul dual attributes. This move is more than a hundred times more vicious than the [Poison Soul Sword] that I reproduced from Lu Tongxiu!
Single target attack strength, diffusion, continuous debuff...

Lu Chixia didn't brag.

The strength of this move, Lin Zhengliu believes that even a normal master with a life energy level of 10, with a little contamination, there is a high probability that he will die.

It's a pity that the other party found the wrong person.

Lin Zhengliu, who possesses [Freedom from All Poisons], has mastered a conceptual permanent passive ability.

The poisons that this ability can completely avoid are not only the poisons of the past and present worlds of the heavens, but also all future poisons.

These toxins, which are extremely deadly even to monks of the ninth-level Transcending Tribulation or even the tenth-level Xuxian, in Lin Zhengliu's view, are like nourishment delivered to the door.

Originally, if the skin was only slightly contaminated, it would be eroded by violent toxins and become a poisonous person. Skin, flesh, spiritual energy, and mana would all become nutrients for the self-replication of these toxins.

However, Lin Zhengliu breathed them directly into his lungs, and with the exchange of oxygen, they were sent to the blood by the alveoli, and they were still intact!
Seeing this scene, Lu Chixia's pupils instantly contracted into dangerous needle-like shapes, but then quickly expanded: "Do you think that once you detoxify yourself, you can sit back and relax?"

"too naive!"

"This is the [Desperate Aggregation] of countless monks and mortals who have been tortured to death for thousands of years!"

"Your Dao heart, can you bear it?"

As soon as the words fell, countless hideous and distorted ghost faces emerged from the dark green and dark blue poisonous mist.

They were compressed together, gradually melted and coalesced, and turned into a majestic and terrifying [Ghost King's Face].

This solitary face was as pale as paper, with deep-set eyes, in which strange dark green and dark blue colors shone.Its forehead is high, its forehead is sharp, and its pointed ears are slender, slightly tilted back.

Its lips are slender, slightly pressed down, evil and awe-inspiring.

Any existence that faces this [Ghost King's Face] will be tortured and its spiritual will will be judged.

In the Immortal Tribulation City, millions of monks and mortals, even if they didn't taste the slightest lethality of the ghost king's face, they only felt the oppressive feeling and the faint aftertaste of despair emanating from it, and the expression on their faces still suddenly twisted.

Their facial muscles were distorted and deformed, they knelt on the ground, tears flowed, their ugliness was revealed, and they were full of despair, as if there was nothing in this world worth their continued sacrifice.

Spirit stones, longevity, power and status...

Everything seems to have become a passing cloud. In the face of this great despair, it is vulnerable and not worth mentioning.

Lin Zhengliu, who was the first to bear the brunt, resisted all the damage from [Ghost King's Face] head-on, and the despair he felt was billions of times that of the monks and mortals in the city!
　Start to increase the volume at 7000:[-] in the morning, without consuming [-] times, try [-] first, if you get back to the state, you should be able to continue [-], eh!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)