荒墟牧神 - 第325章 以毒誅妖根 - 簡牘書房

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Chapter 326 — Using Poison to Slay the Demon Root

The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4

Yet Mu Yingxue knitted her brows slightly: though the tree's first canopy had collapsed and its bark showed the hue of death, one change had exceeded her expectations, and that was the Qingxuan Water Dragon Pearl. The root monster had swallowed the Qingxuan Water Dragon Pearl into its belly; the pearl had indeed suppressed its power to move, but it had also endowed the root monster with unmatched vitality.

Moreover, the power hidden in the blood of gods and demons surpassed her reckoning as well; her Spirit-Vanishing Three Wonders Powder likely could not poison this root monster to death.

Mu Yingxue waited an hour, and the root monster gradually ceased to struggle; instead new roots grew out, the canopy grew anew, and the withered bark peeled away of itself and put forth new skin. "I have lost," said Mu Yingxue, her expression bleak.

She shook her head. Shen Mu stepped forward and laughed.

"I may not be able to beat you either.

" His primordial qi burst forth and formed an altar. Shen Mu set the porcelain jar at its center and worked his arts around it; the insect upon the jar grew larger and larger, then with a sudden whoosh flew up, settled upon the tree, and gradually seeped into it.

Shen Mu trod the Dipper's steps, his hair hanging loose over his shoulders, working his arts upon the altar without pause.

His Three-Breaks Powder contained witch-poison, and so he had to work his arts to rouse the witch-poison of Ban Gongcuo.

The root monster was unmoved, and then suddenly the poison erupted: the great tree shook with a roar, cracked and split with a crackle, and countless splinters of wood fell from the sky like a rain of timber. Then the earth seemed to boil over like a pot; countless roots leaped from the ground like great serpents, tumbling and pitching with thuds and splashes.

A thunderous boom! Out of the depths of the earth flew a huge black ball made of numberless roots; the roots withered and snapped one after another, shattering across the ground, and the black wood piled into a great mountain.