Doomsday: I Have Infinite Legion

Chapter 277 The Soul
The sudden change caught everyone off guard.

Yang Yue frowned involuntarily, stopped, and turned his head to look at the headless corpse he had killed.

He found that the headless corpse had turned into a shriveled corpse, and the blood all over his body seemed to be squeezed out by something.

"There's something wrong with this thousand-year-old red blood fruit tree, be careful!"

The eighth-level cultivator who was at the forefront realized that something was wrong, shouted quickly, and used their magic weapons one after another to bombard the soil on the ground.

They could see clearly what happened to those people in mid-air just now. The cultivator with eighth-level strength was torn into pieces without even taking a single move under the hands of that weird vine.

Although this also contained elements of a sneak attack, the awakened ones did not react immediately.

But in any case, it can be seen that these strange vines are so powerful that they can easily break through the physical defense of an eighth-level practitioner.

Those cultivators just now only focused on the practice of spiritual energy and did not dabble in the physical body much.

But after all, it is an eighth-level cultivator, no matter how weak the physical body is, it is not easy to break through.

So everyone can be sure that the power of this vine has at least reached the early stage of the ninth level.

Many cultivators attacked the soil on the ground together, and the vines fell silent instantly.

"Is it dead? That's it?" A practitioner said with doubts.

But as soon as his words fell, the whole basin began to vibrate violently, and blood-red vines revived under the surface of the soil.

Those vines criss-crossed, and the surface of the body was covered with scarlet blood, which looked like blood vessels of the human body.

Everyone felt a sense of weightlessness, and were directly lifted into the sky by the vines.

"Mortal! This is no ordinary millennium red blood fruit!"

Di Yi's voice suddenly sounded in Yang Yue's mind.

"What's going on?" Yang Yue asked puzzled.

"This thousand-year-old vermilion blood fruit tree looks like a thousand-year-old vermilion blood fruit tree no matter in terms of its appearance or the characteristics of ripe fruit! But the most important point has been missed by you!"

Di Yi flapped his wings and wanted to fly into the sky, but found that the outside of the entire basin seemed to be covered by an invisible barrier, preventing the people inside from escaping.

"The most critical point? What is it?"

"Tree roots! This thousand-year-old red blood fruit tree has already given birth to spiritual wisdom. Since it has given birth to spiritual wisdom, how can it be willing to become a panacea in the hands of others?" Di Yi said.

Everything in the world has a spirit, even a flower, a tree, a grass and a tree also have spirituality.

Although the spirituality of vegetation is insignificant, as long as they are given enough time to accumulate, they are just a weed, and they may not have the qualifications to become an emperor.

"So that's the case! It turns out that the thousand-year-old red blood fruit tree has become a spirit!"

Yang Yue now understands why there was a faint feeling of uneasiness in his heart just now, and it turned out to be because of this.

"Broken bird! This thousand-year-old vermilion blood fruit tree is the spiritual tree of the Tuohai Realm. The souls it produces must also be in the Tuohai Realm!"

He was a little worried, even if the thousand-year Zhu Xueguo produced a soul with tenth-level cultivation, Yang Yue would not be worried.

But if it is the Tuohai Realm, it is completely different. Don't look at the late tenth stage and the early Tuohai Realm. The two are directly separated by a small realm, but in terms of strength, it seems to be separated by a gap.

"I'm not sure about this, but I'd better find out as soon as possible, the root of the thousand-year-old vermilion blood fruit tree, and kill it before its soul is fully formed!"

Yang Yue nodded, and his figure fell on the roots of the tree on the ground. This red blood fruit tree has existed for thousands of years, and its roots have already spread all over the entire basin.

At this time, all the cultivators are standing on the roots of the tree, and the vein-like vines emerge from under these roots.

In just a short while, many weaker practitioners all died tragically under the scarlet vines.

Their death conditions were extremely miserable. They were all inserted into their bodies by countless vines, and their blood was sucked to death. There were holes all over their bodies after the vines pierced them.

These vines sucked more and more blood, and the entire millennium red blood fruit tree was covered with a thin layer of blood mist.

These blood mist all emanated from the canopy of the thousand-year-old vermilion blood fruit tree.

The blood mist seems to exist, a kind of confusing force, those practitioners who are weaker, after inhaling too much blood mist, even launched an attack towards their companions.

"Ah! You are so fucking crazy, why did you chop me?"

A disciple of the sect couldn't help yelling, he looked at his junior brother, his eyes were blood red, and the long sword in his hand was slashing at his shoulder.

If it wasn't for his good strength, I am afraid that this sword has cut off his arm.

But the sect disciple's curses did not wake up the junior brother with blood-red eyes.

Instead, it made him intensify the strength, and directly slid the long sword stuck on the arm bone, cutting off the entire arm.

"Ah! You're fucking crazy!"

The disciple whose arm had been severed took a few mouthfuls of blood mist, his eyes gradually turned blood red, and he kicked the junior away.

With the only remaining arm, he picked up the long sword that fell on the ground, looked at his severed arm, the scarlet eyes were so red, it completely swallowed his wisdom.

He raised the sword in his hand and slammed it into the body of that junior, once, twice, three times.

As time went by, he became more and more insane. Even if that junior had been cut into several sections, he did not stop.

Swish!
Just as the disciple with the broken arm was silent in his madness, a sword energy crossed his neck.

The next moment, the head fell to the ground. When it died, the head was filled with a frightened expression, as if it had seen endless fear.

The master of the sword energy was Li Tianyao who had just fought with Di Qing. At this critical moment, the two finally reached a consensus.

Since no one can do anything to anyone, it is better to stop here, so as not to lose both sides in the fight, and those bloody vines will be cheap for nothing.

"There is something wrong with these blood mist, don't inhale it, or it will affect your mind, everyone's best to use spiritual energy to isolate these blood mist!"

"But if you meet a person with red eyes and a crazy expression, don't hesitate to kill him directly, otherwise the person who will die will only be you!"

As the only ninth-level practitioner in the field, Li Tianyao undoubtedly became the backbone in everyone's minds at this moment.

In the basin, all the cultivators who were still alive subconsciously leaned towards Li Tianyao.

(End of this chapter)