Chapter 390: The Eldar's Trap
Ye Changsheng and his team patrolled along the designated route. In the following period of time, as long as they did not encounter any problems on this route, they could complete the mission safely.
For more than ten days, as they went deeper into the swamp, although they encountered many troubles along the way, these troubles were nothing and were easily solved by everyone.
However, no trace of the alien race was encountered, and there was no movement on the alien spirit disk.
This couldn't help but make several people in Ye Changsheng's team feel a little relieved, and their extremely solemn expressions relaxed a little.
It seems that these people, whether they have been to the Floating Swamp or not, are indeed somewhat afraid of the reputation of this swamp.
On the twentieth day, when Ye Changsheng and others walked into a forest, the temperature around them suddenly dropped and a whistling cold wind blew over, making everyone more alert.
After walking forward for more than ten miles, a swamp suddenly appeared in front of us. On a small island in the center of the swamp, there grew four or five small trees as white as jade.
Those small trees seemed to be made of jade carvings, and were only about ten feet tall. Three or two bright red fruits hung on the branches of each tree.
"Ice Luo Fruit?!"
After seeing these fruits, the white-haired old man in Ye Changsheng's team suddenly exclaimed, his face full of surprise.
"What? It's Bingluo Fruit?" After hearing the old man's exclamation, the remaining few people in Ye Changsheng's team showed expressions of surprise on their faces.
Ye Changsheng's expression also changed, and he looked at the small trees carefully.
He had seen records related to this Bingluo fruit when he was reading various classics before.
In the human world, this is a miraculous medicine that has long been extinct. Once it comes to the world, who knows how many Nascent Soul cultivators will scramble for it.
This is because, after picking the Bingluo fruit, it can be used to refine a kind of Bingluodan.
Bing Luo Dan has the miraculous effect of increasing the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator by two decades.
It is conceivable how crazy a Nascent Soul cultivator would be if he saw this kind of spiritual fruit. After all, two decades of cultivation could almost allow them to cultivate directly from the early Nascent Soul stage to the middle Nascent Soul stage.
As for cultivators in the middle and late stages of the Nascent Soul stage, their skills can also greatly increase, bringing them one step closer to reaching their bottleneck.
This kind of elixir, which cannot be found in the human world at all, appears easily in the spiritual world. It is indeed much easier for the Nascent Soul cultivators in this world to practice.
"Captain, why don't we go over and take a look?" The white-haired old man turned his head eagerly and looked at Ye Changsheng and asked.
Ye Changsheng's eyes flashed blue. After looking around for a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired old man flew out impatiently, and the others were not willing to be left behind and rushed towards the water.
They had already seen that after entering this area, there was nothing abnormal on the alien spirit disk, which meant that there should be no alien races in this area.
In this way, the danger of this area will naturally be greatly reduced.
There might be some exotic beasts native to the Fuli Swamp in the water, but these creatures are nothing compared to a team of Qingming Guards.
At most it will cause a little trouble.
The white-haired old man was the fastest and rushed to the sky above the water in an instant. As soon as he appeared there, there was movement in the water below.
After a burst of ripples, two small black snakes emerged from the water and rushed towards the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man seemed to have expected this. He chuckled and a red gourd appeared in his hand. He opened the gourd and a red light shot out from it, covering the two little snakes.
The two little snakes were immediately sucked away by the gourd. The white-haired old man stuffed the gourd mouth, shook it gently, and then opened it, pouring out a pool of blood.
"Brother He's Soul-Killing Gourd is truly extraordinary!" In the team, the black-faced man also flew in front of the white-haired old man and said with a hint of envy in his eyes.
“Hehe, my Soul-Killing Gourd does have some power, but isn’t Brother Feng’s Black Soul Banner also a top-level magic weapon? I heard that Brother Feng once used this magic weapon to fight two wild beasts that were comparable to Nascent Soul cultivators alone and didn’t lose!” The white-haired old man said with a chuckle.
The dark-faced man shook his head repeatedly when he heard this: "Although the Black Soul Banner is quite powerful, its growth potential is far inferior to Brother He's Soul-Slaying Gourd. Your magic weapon can grow to a level second only to that of a spiritual treasure!"
Upon hearing this, the white-haired old man couldn't help but reveal a bit of regret on his face, and sighed repeatedly: "It's a pity that when I found this gourd, its vines had been eaten clean by a group of poisonous insects, and even the gourd itself was damaged!"
"Later, I begged a senior uncle in my sect to help me fill the gap in the gourd with a kind of red mud wood, and only then was it refined into the magic weapon we have today!" said the old man, pointing his finger at a certain place on the gourd and sighing repeatedly.
I saw that the color of the gourd was slightly darker at the place where he pointed than other places . It seemed that this should be the gap he mentioned.
The dark-faced man seemed to have some understanding of this past event, with a look of regret in his eyes, and said:
"What a pity! If we let this gourd grow for another few thousand years, we might be able to refine it into a spiritual treasure!"
"If it really wants to be a material for refining spiritual treasures, it will not be my turn. So its defects are a good thing for me!" The old man shook his head and said.
While the two were talking, they did not forget to continue flying towards the center of the lake. At the same time, the people behind them had caught up.
When they saw that the small island in the center of the swamp was only a dozen miles away, they suddenly heard a buzzing sound under their feet.
The sound was very small at first, but later it gradually grew larger and became deafening, as if tens of millions of flies were flapping their wings.
Along with the buzzing sound, the water surface began to tremble violently, and then huge waves were set off. Along with the approaching waves, an eerie chill emerged from the water surface and spread.
“Buzz!”
Groups of insects about a foot in size, pure white, and extremely ferocious in appearance rushed out of the swamp. They flapped their wings and looked with their blood-red eyes at the outsiders who had entered the swamp without permission.
Accompanied by bursts of sharp chirping sounds, these insects rushed towards the white-haired old man and a few others, opening their mouths to spew out bursts of cold air.
"Oh no! They're ice-winged insects!" The white-haired old man's face changed drastically when he saw these insects.
He quickly clapped the gourd in his hand, and a red light spurted out of the gourd, covering a large number of insects and sucking them away in an instant.
But immediately, another large group of insects rushed up and breathed out cold air at him.
At this time, the mouth of the red gourd had automatically closed, and the old man's magic weapon no longer had the strength to continue dealing with these insects.
The cold air had already pounced in front of him and easily broke through his protective aura.
Seeing that the misty cold air was about to invade his body, the old man quickly opened his mouth and spit out a pure purple flame.
As soon as the flame appeared, Ye Changsheng, who was standing far away and had not yet stepped into the water, immediately had his pupils shrink.
The flame was only a thin beam, but once it appeared, it immediately exploded, enveloping the space around the old man and blocking out the cold air.
Although the old man temporarily blocked the cold attacks of the ice-winged insects, there were too many of them and they kept consuming his flames. His magic power was rapidly depleted and his face turned pale in the blink of an eye.
Not far from him, the other few people also encountered the same crisis. A black flag appeared in the hand of the black-faced man. Every time it was waved, a black mist would surge out.
As the jade-white insects around him came into contact with the black fog, they immediately fell to the ground as if they had lost their souls.
In the blink of an eye, white insects were floating on the water.
But there were too many ice-winged insects to kill them all.
Moreover, every time they kill one, they will consume a lot of mana.
At this moment, as these ice-winged insects spewed out cold air, the sky above the entire swamp was completely covered by this cold air.
The white-haired old man, the black-faced man and others seemed to dare not to be touched by this cold air at all. They avoided it as if it were a snake or scorpion, and used various magic weapons and talismans to isolate the cold air from themselves.
For a moment, several people looked a little embarrassed.
However, Xu Qianyu, who had the weakest magical power, dealt with it most easily. A cold jade flying sword danced beside him, strangling the insects that rushed up one after another.
At the same time, she held a white jade token in her hand, which was emitting light. When the misty cold air rushed over, it was all sucked into it.
This woman didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all, which made the people around her secretly envious.
In this swamp, within just a few breaths, thousands and tens of thousands of ice-winged insects flew out, and in the blink of an eye, white cold air enveloped the entire swamp.
But what was quite strange was that in the face of such an extremely cold breath, the water did not seem to be frozen at all, and the water was still rippling.
The white-haired old man and others were not in the mood to speculate why the water surface was not frozen. The cold air spewed out by the ice-winged insects could block spiritual consciousness, and at the same time blocked the sight of the people wrapped inside, so that they could not see what was outside.
For a moment, they were extremely anxious, watching their magic power being rapidly depleted, but these insects were impossible to kill.
At this moment, Ye Changsheng, who was standing on the distant shore, took action. He snapped his fingers, and after a flash of silver light, a silver-winged pony appeared in front of him.
The little pony was quite smart. It looked at the cold air with a look of disdain and then flapped its wings.
Silver lotus flowers appeared, spinning around, and suddenly appeared above the water, in the cold air.
"boom!"
With a loud bang, these silver lotuses exploded, and in an instant, it seemed as if a silver wave appeared.
The silver flames instantly spread over the entire sky above the swamp, and the misty cold air was swallowed up in the blink of an eye.
Thousands of ice-winged insects in the sky above the water silently turned into ashes and disappeared in the raging silver flames.
However, in just a few breaths, the group of ice-winged insects that trapped the white-haired old man and others were completely killed by Ye Changsheng's fire.
Seeing this scene, the white-haired old man and others all showed horror in their eyes. They looked at each other and saw the shock on each other's faces.
With so many ice-winged insects, all of them were burned to ashes with just one fire. How strong a magic power does that require?
How powerful would the flame be?
An ordinary Divine Transformation cultivator would never be able to do something so effortless .
For a moment, several people secretly admired him and thought: "He is worthy of being the first generation of ascended monks!"
"Thank you, captain, for your help!" Seeing the ice-winged insect being killed, the six people put away their magic weapons and expressed their gratitude.
At this time, Ye Changsheng also flew over slowly, nodded and said: "Go and collect the Bingluo fruit!"
Hearing his words, the white-haired old man and others showed joy on their faces. They immediately flew to the small island in the center of the lake, took out the jade boxes and carefully collected the Bingluo fruits.
However, Xu Qianyu did not rush to fly over. Instead, she stayed beside Ye Changsheng, with a hint of doubt on her face, and said:
"It's strange. This place is near the patrol route. How come there are so many Bingluo fruits?"
"Didn't any of the teams that passed by before notice it?"
Hearing her words, Ye Changsheng raised his lips slightly, smiled faintly and said: "That's because someone wants to use this thing to lure us here!"
"What?" Xu Qianyu's face immediately showed shock when he heard that. A cold jade flying sword appeared in his hand, and his starry eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly.
Ye Changsheng smiled faintly, his eyes looked towards a certain spot on the water surface, and said calmly: "My fellow Taoists have been hiding for so long, it's time for you to come out, right?"
After he finished speaking, there was no movement on the water, only dead silence.
Xu Qianyu used her spiritual sense to carefully scan the water surface several times, but found nothing unusual.
Just when she was wondering if Ye Changsheng had seen it wrong, a hoarse and noisy voice suddenly rang out: "Don't hide, you've been discovered!"
"Hmph, Pu Ling, your Water Spirit Tribe's Ice Winged Insects are too useless. They were burned to ashes by a single fire!"
"Shiyan, what do you mean? Can't you see that the human cultivator is using the true fire of the sun?" The hoarse voice of the man who spoke first asked angrily.
"Hehe, I can recognize the Sun's True Fire, but you boasted so , but now it's been easily killed by this guy. Naturally, I have to doubt whether your Water Spirit Clan is just a name for nothing."
"you……"
"Okay, do you want to expose the internal conflicts of our elves in front of a human monk?" At this time, another voice sounded, interrupting the quarrel between the two.
"Hmph, they are just a human squad. They will die at our hands soon. Are you still afraid of what they know?" The man named Shi Yan snorted coldly and said with disdain.
