Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 153 - 109: The Battlefield of Ancient Immortals, Fox Mountain Mortar Deployed, Rewards for the Brave_2

Chapter 153: Chapter 109: The Battlefield of Ancient Immortals, Fox Mountain Mortar Deployed, Rewards for the Brave_2

Pffft!

Front and back pierced, blood surged wildly, dripping into the soil.

"Will this pull out that Immortal Grass?"

"Will the tenth main root come to bind my hand?"

As he was pondering, he suddenly heard a tremendous crash!

Right behind him, abruptly, the asphalt and gravel road was shattered, dirt and rocks flying!

The tenth main root burst out of the earth, as thick as a python!

And at the tip of the main root was a fleshy vertical mouth, like two mushrooms piecing together!

The Immortal Grass had been probing for a long time, with mycelium followed by the main roots; it grew nine roots without encountering danger. Now, its true form moved to devour Professor Zhang, this Sequence Eight!

At this moment, it was like a hunting mad python, the fleshy vertical mouth dripping saliva widely open, suddenly biting towards Professor Zhang!

"It’s now!"

It turned out that the real bait was indeed Professor Zhang, or rather, his Sequence Eight blood!

The mycelium couldn’t digest Sequence Nine, and the main root couldn’t consume Sequence Eight. If this Immortal Grass wanted to consume Professor Zhang, it had to emerge from the ground, revealing its true body!

Now, Professor Zhang used himself as bait, finally fishing out the Immortal Grass, it was time for harvest!

The members of the Immortal Technique Committee all widened their eyes, clenching their fists, witnessing next to Professor Zhang, Wu Qingyun striking out with her sword, the blade covered with a layer of blood water, like a crimson thunder, blasting toward the tenth main root of the Immortal Grass.

About to harvest the Immortal Grass?

Puff...

With a muffled sound, the sword bounced back, Wu Qingyun losing balance, falling backward.

The Immortal Grass did not slow down, the large mouth instantly reached above Professor Zhang’s head.

This sword could not even cut through the skin of the Immortal Grass!

Professor Zhang vaguely heard the sneering voice of the Ancient Immortals.

"A Sequence Eight sword, trying to sever a Thousand-year-old Immortal Grass?"

He felt dazed and sleepy, his body emitting white smoke. Only when the Immortal Grass gnawed on him, could his dream’s Qing Lu Ancient Immortal pick off the Immortal Grass and pocket it!

Professor Zhang might be eaten to death, but that didn’t matter... Qing Lu Ancient Immortal had other disciples! As long as the Immortal Grass was obtained before Professor Zhang’s death, this disciple’s life was worthwhile!

Thwip!

However, a bee flew over from the roadside flower bed, as quick as a bullet, rushing directly towards the ugly-mouthed Immortal Grass. Joyful light gleaming from the bee’s compound eyes! In midair, it adjusted its posture, aiming the sting in its tail at the snake-like Immortal Grass!

Thwip!

Beside, Xue Yong, his mouth corner abruptly slashed open, a butterfly flapping its wings flew out of his mouth towards the ugly-mouthed Immortal Grass. As its wings fluttered, it caused a ripple of Sword Qi. The wings were actually two thin, blood-crusted blades!

Several Ancient Immortals, in their respective dreams, gazed through their disciples at the same human world!

Despite differing cheek shapes, their expressions were the same, their smiles identical!

In those smiles, there was mockery, there was ridicule, there was desire!

Though the so-called Thousand-year-old Immortal Grass was fished out by mortals, it never belonged to mortals!

The Thousand-year-old Immortal Grass could only belong to the Ancient Immortals!

The stage for contending for the Immortal Grass belonged to the battlefield of the Ancient Immortals!

...

Just then, on the roadside tree, Black Gloves heard the voice of his master.

"Smash."

Having received the command, Black Gloves narrowed his eyes slightly, killing intent flashing!

His tail flipped open the Small Medicine Box, curling up the Paralyzing Ice Ball, Fox’s eyes looked at that ugly mouth; the more it looked, the more it resembled Xue Yong’s mouth...

Fox Mountain Mortar, activated!

Tail swung, hurling the ice ball!

Thwip!

The ice ball was thrown, surpassing the speed of sound in the air, exploding, blasting out a Mach ring, barely sketching a straight line, surpassing the Ancient Immortal’s bee, bypassing the Ancient Immortal’s blood-scab butterfly, blasting towards the giant mouth of the Immortal Grass!

Bang!

This ice ball, shockingly above Professor Zhang’s head, scraping his scalp, was blasted into the ugly mouth, knocking the ugly mouth backward, knocking it as if its bones were stripped away, limply collapsing to the ground with a "thud".

The scene immediately fell silent.

The members of the Immortal Technique Committee blankly watched the gigantic Immortal Grass being knocked down.

The smiles on the faces of Ancient Immortals within dreams also froze!

What happened?

Did someone else intervene?

Another Ancient Immortal?

Or... the Alchemist from West State City?

Professor Zhang dizzily turned, like a Puppet, controlled by the Ancient Immortal, moving to touch the fallen Immortal Grass.

The bullet-like bee also adjusted direction, once again fiercely charging at the Immortal Grass!

The blood-crusted butterfly fluttered its wings with agility and grace, flying towards the Immortal Grass.

The contest was not over yet, they still had to continue the fight!

At this moment, on the ground, the ugly-mouthed Immortal Grass’s cheeks puffed up, with lips stretched open, a massive wave of dark green medicine gas gushed out, sweeping in all directions! The shattered ice ball burst with a large amount of medicine gas, forcing open the huge mouth!

Professor Zhang was engulfed by the medicine gas, sniffing the bitter scent, his body instantly paralyzed, even the pierced-through hand lost sensation, falling limp to the ground like noodles.

The attacked bee was entangled in the waves of medicine gas, spinning in midair, losing balance, crashing headfirst toward the ground.

The blood-crusted butterfly was caught in the wave of medicine gas, the Sword Qi no longer there, its wings turned soft, falling towards the ground and transforming into inconspicuous blood stains.

The surrounding members of the Immortal Technique Committee were swept into the dark green medicine gas waves, staring wide-eyed, legs weakening, either falling to their knees or collapsing backward, unable to stand again.

Their bodies paralyzed, heads drowsy, uncontrollably closing their eyelids.

In the very last moment, similar thoughts flashed across their minds.

"Was it him who intervened?"

"Though the Immortal Grass wasn’t obtained, he took it away, preventing further harm."

"This outcome is acceptable."