Sun's journey to immortality

However, these mosquitoes, like the irresistible temptation to the flesh and blood of the monks, have been lingering around him.

Once Sun Mingsheng was a little careless in the process of moving forward, he was immediately bitten by one of the mosquitoes in an unimaginable position, and the meat bag as big as the little finger quickly bulged.

In addition, the young eggs laid by the mosquitoes will be left in the meat bag, and they will hatch in a very short time. As the skin layer of the meat bag becomes thinner, Sun Mingsheng can even clearly see the existence of one of the black dot-shaped mosquitoes.

These mosquito cubs in the growth period have a huge appetite, greedily devouring the blood in the meat bag, and constantly trying to expand their range of activities.

Every time every bit of every drop of the expansion of the range of activities is almost at the cost of devouring Sun Mingsheng's blood and flesh.

What needs to be noted is that a large number of meat bags are being born quickly under the bites of mosquitoes in different positions, which makes him most disgusted.

"Hmph, just some useless mosquito eggs, do you want to use this dignified Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator as a nest to cultivate the younger generation? Three Flavors True Fire, burn."

Sun Mingsheng would naturally not let it develop. With a command, the Nascent Soul sitting cross-legged in the Dantian gently blew out a strong flame.

The flame did not leave directly to burn all the mosquitoes to death as before, but turned into stars and directly attached to the position where the flesh appeared, burning from the inside to the outside, destroying a large number of mosquito pups and eggs in the bud. Except for turning into black breath, there was no other substantial loss.

The Three Flavors True Fire did not go out because of this, but continued to expand the scope of burning on Sun Mingsheng's body, as if forming a layer of incorruptible flame armor on his body.

Every time a mosquito tried to repeat the same trick and land on his body to lay eggs, it would die on the spot under the burning of a hot flame, and there was no other possibility.

These mosquitoes are not very intelligent and have no fear of death. However, when their companions died in vain, they quickly dissipated in the white mist around them and did not continue to pursue.

The gap caused by the difference in individual strength cannot be easily made up by quantity. The original trouble was only caused by occasional incomplete preparation.

"The danger in this white mist should be better than expected. The trouble caused by the first wave of mosquitoes alone is not small. If it were not for the existence and precise control of the three true fires, it would be impossible to eliminate them so easily in the bud."

"This white mist is certainly a big trouble for explorers like us, but it is also the same for the senior monks who try to enter this place to open up the last cave. With little life left, once they enter, they may lose the opportunity to leave. No wonder there are relatively more caves for senior monks here."

Sun Mingsheng whispered to himself, and at the same time, he began to have a new assessment of the potential dangers that may be encountered in subsequent explorations.

Of course, the hope for this trip also increased sharply. Sun Mingsheng did not stay where he was. After a short rest, he went straight to the deeper part covered by the thick fog under the temptation of possible treasures.

However, in the process of moving forward, he would also conduct a detailed exploration of some locations where the caves of senior monks might exist, so as not to miss the opportunity without knowing it. This situation is absolutely not allowed to happen to Sun Mingsheng.

As Sun Mingsheng continued to explore, he encountered various dangers along the way. Sometimes, the fourth-level hawks that fell from the sky attacked one after another, sometimes, the white bone arms that emerged from the rock-hard ground pulled, and sometimes, the fourth-level middle-grade monsters that emerged from nowhere rushed to kill.

Each different method has different focuses. The white bone hand is good at restriction, the hawk is good at fighting, and the other monsters are good at frontal fighting. They are all the best in the same level.

If Sun Mingsheng had not been vigilant at all times, he would have suffered heavy losses under the interception of these different offensive means. The strangest thing is that he has never found any information about the lurker.

However, facing this increasingly strong and diverse obstruction, Sun Mingsheng not only did not retreat at all, but became more and more energetic, and had a spirit of exploring the secrets hidden in the white fog more deeply.

"The more frequent the appearance, the more it shows its own weak bottom line. It is possible that the distance between me and a certain senior who has already passed away is getting closer and closer."

"If it is not that some caves cannot bear the range, how can there be such frequent attacks in front of us? Disciples consume their own strength?"

Sun Mingsheng has a relatively clear guess about this, and has been acting unswervingly with this goal. Under such circumstances, the probability of obtaining some gains can be raised to the highest level.

Time passed quickly in this search and busyness, one day, two days, one month, two months, until about a year of exploration in the white fog.

"Chiu"

A sharp scream from a goshawk woke up Sun Mingsheng, who was resting on a bluestone, relying on a formation to collect breath to restore the power of his primordial infant.

During the previous exploration, Sun Mingsheng had a clear understanding of this special flying bird, the goshawk, which was hidden in the white fog but could come and go freely.

These guys completely occupied enough geographical advantages in the white fog, and could use the white fog to hide their own tracks. The whole process of action was like flowing clouds and water, without any waves, until the attack at the last moment.

Moreover, these goshawks were extremely cunning, and they would leave as soon as they touched. Regardless of whether the final attack could hit the target, they would never hesitate or fight.

Sun Mingsheng entered the white fog for more than a year, and fought with the goshawks themselves for more than 30 times, but each time he did not achieve too obvious results, and at most only left a small wound.

"Such a shrill scream means that the goshawk has been forced into an extremely dangerous state. Could it be that a fellow Taoist has already discovered the specific location of the legacy of the senior's cave?"

Sun Mingsheng quickly turned the various thoughts in his mind, and his eyes suddenly opened. A terrifying gaze that seemed to be real flashed by, and the figure that was originally stationed on the bluestone suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared in the distance.

No matter who discovered the cave, from the moment his trace was revealed, he was destined not to take the treasures in it alone.