Chapter 1158: Chapter 1155 Water Python Chapter 1158: Chapter 1155 Water Python Shen Luo listened to the white-clothed man’s words and no longer continued to hide; he leaped down from the tree.
“Are you okay?” Shen Luo asked.
Yuanyuan shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
However, she was sowhat puzzled by the situation before her, not understanding why the white-clothed man had suddenly killed the others and seed to harbor ill intentions towards them.
But with Shen Luo and Wu Man’er at her side, she felt inexplicably much more at ease and imdiately descended, helping up her fellow Leaf Sprite.
It was then that she realized her companion’s body was stiff, staring at the white-clothed man with a face of terror.
“Fei Hong sister, what’s wrong with you?” she asked in confusion.
“It’s him, it’s him… the Water Python Demon, it’s him…” Fei Hong cried out in terror.
Only then did Yuanyuan rember the glimpse of a white shadow she had seen in her hasty flight – wasn’t it the man before her now?
“It’s you…” Her heart was instantly ablaze with rage, yet her body instinctively felt sowhat cold.
That was a fear seeping out from her bones, coming from deep within her heart.
“So it’s the fish that slipped through the net that day, well then, today, I can send your tribe to reunite,” the Water Python Demon said, staring straight at Yuanyuan with a grin.
Yuanyuan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her hatred threatening to drown her rationality.
At that mont, a figure stepped in front of her; Shen Luo stood up.
“The Leaf Sprite tribe, besides them, are there any survivors?” Shen Luo’s expression was calm as he asked.
“Letting them two slip was a big mistake I made; how can there be any survivors? Are you joking with ?” the white-clothed man frowned and said.
“That’s enough,” Shen Luo’s voice grew cold.
“What’s enough?” The white-clothed man’s narrow eyes narrowed slightly, puzzled.
“A reason to kill you, that’s enough,” Shen Luo snorted coldly, the aura he had been suppressing suddenly burst forth.
The white-clothed man’s pupils shrank dramatically, and he said in horror, “How could this be, are you at the Late Mahayana Stage?”
Shen Luo did not answer him; his figure had already flashed out.
The white-clothed man only saw a flash of moonlight before his eyes, and Shen Luo’s figure had suddenly appeared in front of him.
In his hand, he held a Dragon Horn Cone shimring with golden light, stabbing straight towards the white-clothed man’s chest.
The white-clothed man felt the successive waves of True Dragon Qi being released from the Dragon Horn Cone and felt his blood being uncontrollably agitated.
Almost all water descendants in the world belong to the lineage of Flood Dragons and are naturally suppressed by True Dragons. Therefore, the Water Python Demon also instinctively felt a strong sense of oppression.
His mana furiously circulated, and his eyes glowed with a purple light as his body suddenly shuddered, barely breaking free from the suppression. But it was already too late to escape.
With a “hiss,” the Dragon Horn Cone pierced through the man’s chest, penetrating it.
Shen Luo’s eyes narrowed as he saw no blood on the white-clothed man’s chest and realized he had been deceived.
The Dragon Horn Cone felt as if it had stabbed into nothingness in front of him.
And the white-clothed man before him rapidly withered, turning into an empty sack of skin that flung itself towards Shen Luo.
The proximity was too close and the change too rapid; Shen Luo had no ti to retract his arm and could only twist his body to the side.
The withered skin sack couldn’t pounce on his body but wrapped around one of his arms, clinging tightly.
Only then did Shen Luo discover that the skin was covered in diamond-shaped patterns – it was indeed the shedded snake skin of the Water Python Demon.
Suddenly, the snakeskin wrapped around Shen Luo’s arm shone with a ghostly green light from which wafts of decay began to emanate.
His clothing on the arm was quickly eroded away, releasing plus of dense white smoke.
With a thought, red light appeared on his arm, and a layer of Red Lotus Karmic Fire sprouted from his skin, protecting him.
The Crimson Fla touched the snakeskin, and the green glowing snakeskin suddenly swelled rapidly.
Realizing things were amiss, Shen Luo instantly executed the Slanting Moon Steps, swiftly moving sideways, and burst out a hundred feet away, landing amidst the Miasma Rain.
He had just left Wu Man’er and her companion when the swollen snakeskin suddenly exploded.
A loud “boom” resounded.
A rich Dark Green Poison Gas spread out, engulfing Shen Luo completely.
Although he had tily sealed his breath, his throat burned, and soon after, his vision started to blur.
At that mont, a soft chant ca through.
A ring of green light appeared under Shen Luo, revealing an ancient battle formation map.
Threads of bright green light rose from underground within the formation map, continuously sweeping over Shen Luo’s body.
Soon, he felt cool all over, and his vision cleared once again.
Just then, he suddenly saw a white figure flash past behind Wu Man’er and launch an attack from behind. He imdiately shouted,
“Be careful…”
Wu Man’er reacted extrely quickly, her hand seals changed, and she uttered in a low voice, “Thorns Dance.”
In an instant, the ground beneath her shook violently as green-black vines as thick as arms burst forth from the earth, covered in black steel needle-like thorns, lashing rapidly towards the white-clothed man who was making the surprise attack.
The latter could not avoid it in ti and plunged headlong into the thorn bush.
Wu Man’er’s figure leaped gracefully, jumping out of the thorns, and waved her hands upward.
The thorns on the ground surged in growth, intertwining and entangling, binding the white-clothed man tightly in place.
However, the man in white revealed a sinister grin, his body flashed with white light, then he transford into his White Snake True Form, slithering out from his clothes and attacking Wu Man’er once more.
Wu Man’er swiftly pulled her hands together, and the thorn jungle tightened abruptly.
But the snow-white snake skin was as hard as steel, and when the thorns scraped over it, only a series of Crimson sparks burst forth, without inflicting any substantial damage.
His form dashed out from the thorn jungle at high speed, opening his maw wide to bite at Wu Man’er’s head.
“Earth Blade.” Wu Man’er calmly intoned.
At her side, a yellow halo lit up the ground, and two mud figurines made of condensed earth rose rapidly, each wielding a weapon, slashing at the head of the white Water Python.
With two “crack” sounds,
The two long knives hacked at the Water Python’s head from the left and right. Although they failed to slay it, the crisscrossed blades still managed to trap its head firmly.
The white maw was but an inch from Wu Man’er, yet it couldn’t advance any further.
At that mont, from within his maw, a Scarlet Long Tongue suddenly shot out, transforming into a red streak, whooshing straight at Wu Man’er.
“Mist Kill.”
The mont the red streak was about to hit Wu Man’er, her figure dissipated like smoke.
Swiftly after, a thick fog spread all around, obscuring everything within a hundred feet and making it impossible to see anything clearly.
Shen Luo noticed that within this fog, even his divine sense power was greatly interfered with, and for a ti, he was unable to ascertain Wu Man’er’s location.
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