Chapter 1540 - 635: Tan Zhu vs Yue Qingshan (2)
Chapter 1540: Chapter 635: Tan Zhu vs Yue Qingshan (2)
His hand was pale and gaunt, knuckles slightly protruding, palm facing upward.
A wisp of purple-black poisonous smoke rose silently.
The smoke initially was just a thin filament, but upon contact with the muddy rain, it quickly corroded it, transforming into more poison smoke.
Thus, in everyone’s view, the poisonous smoke rapidly spread into a very deep smoke curtain.
The smoke curtain was neither tall nor wide, yet extremely dense, like a thin ink-colored veil spread in the night.
Sand and broken stones fell into it, the sound became muffled.
The Rolling Stone crashed into it, supported by the toxic fog, its speed sharply reduced, large black spots appeared on its surface, starting from the outside, it seemed to be gnawed away by something, inch by inch quickly disappearing.
Yue Qingshan’s pupils slightly contracted.
This technique of his was not merely using Earth Cloud to smash people. In fact, within the Earth Cloud was mixed Earth Vein Sand, Locking Spirit Mud, and Sinking Mountain Stone (all placed within Yellow Cloud during pre-battle preparation), and as they fell together, they could both weigh down the body and block the opponent’s Mana with the Earth Attribute.
Ordinary poisonous smoke encountering such an Earth Cloud attack would only be scattered by the muddy rain, even sealed by the Earth Attribute.
But Tan Zhu’s poisonous smoke not only didn’t scatter, it even drilled into the crevices between the sand and stone blocks.
The smoke was like a silent swarm of ants, gnawing away all the Earth Attribute within the Earth Cloud falling objects.
The sand no longer adhered, the Rolling Stone lost solidity, and the Locking Spirit Mud also lost its spirit-locking effect.
The originally mountain-crashing fall of the attack just three feet in front of Tan Zhu collapsed from within and turned into bursts of black dust!
The dust fell at his feet, not even staining the hem of his clothes.
Tan Zhu raised his head, but his eyes flickered for an instant.
The overwhelming mud and stones, the roaring in the valley, the damp and cold muddy air.
These things suddenly took him back to a very long time ago.
Back then, he was just a child in a mountain village, not called Zhong Limei, nor did he know what Danxia Peak was.
The rain had fallen for many days.
At night, there first came a very dull rumble outside the house. Father woke up abruptly, clad in clothes, and rushed out to check. Mother lit an oil lamp, and as soon as the light came on, the roof beam shook off a layer of dirt.
Then, came the landslide.
Debris flowed down from the dark green mountain behind the village, the sound unlike thunder. Because thunder would pass, but the landslide felt as if the entire world was utterly collapsing.
The houses were the first to be knocked askew.
Walls cracked, window paper shattered, cold rain and muddy water fiercely flooded into the house.
His father rushed back, his face covered in mud, yelling hoarsely, "Get under the beam!"
The house struggled against the impact.
It could only be considered temporarily safe.
The broken beam slanted against the corner of the house, actually supporting a small gap. Father and mother shoved the children inside. The space was too small, couldn’t fit everyone, and the wooden beam creaked with each sound, like the gasp of death.
Mud water was already up to the knees.
Outside, there were cries, livestock screaming, the loudness of other houses in the village being engulfed.
Zhong Limei was shoved furthest inside by his mother, his chest almost touching the broken wood. His brothers and sisters were also pushed beside him, several small faces squeezed in the mud and darkness, too scared to even cry.
The beam continued to sink.
Father used his shoulder to prop up the beam, veins bulging on his neck. In the darkness, mother suddenly became relentless, kicking the child at the very edge out through the narrow gap beyond the beam.
"Get out!" Her voice was anxious and hoarse.
She wasn’t abandoning the children.
She knew the beam couldn’t hold.
One child was kicked through the gap, rolling into the mud water. The second was also kicked out. When it was Zhong Limei’s turn, his mother’s foot struck his waist with an incredibly forceful kick!
Zhong Limei rolled out from under the beam, crashing into the half-open cabinet door, his forehead gashed.
He turned back to see his mother still trying to push the youngest sister.
At that moment, the beam completely broke.
Boom!
The roof collapsed, yellow mud, stones, and broken wood fell together.
Darkness swallowed everything.
Father’s muffled groans, mother’s calls, siblings’ cries, all buried under the debris. Zhong Limei was also buried alive.
The space was narrow like an unsealed coffin.
His chest was compressed to the point of hardly breathing, blood flowed into his eyes from his forehead.
He awoke and fainted again and again in the darkness.
Eventually, he could no longer hear the sound of his family.
Only the sound of the mud water dripping continuously and the slow sound of the beam breaking.
Until a hand broke through the dirt layer, digging him out from the darkness!
That hand carried the fragrance of Elixir Pills.
He was severely injured and near death, saved back to Myriad Images Sect, took many days to survive.
The owner of that hand later became his master.
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In the Miasma Poison Martial Arts Arena, the first Earth Cloud offensive had been completely eroded by the poisonous smoke.
Tan Zhu stood on the Black Stone, palm slowly retracting the purple-black smoke curtain. He did not look at the spectating seats, nor did he look at Yue Qingshan, he lowered his head and coughed once.
Yue Qingshan’s expression was heavy.
Tan Zhu’s Quasi-Divine Power!
"This is definitively no ordinary Poison Technique, truly troublesome!"
The poisonous smoke Tan Zhu invoked was not flamboyant, yet it could corrode Mana, ruin the Earth Attribute, annihilate the Spiritual Mechanism. The mud sand and Rolling Stone falling from the Earth Cloud were easily shaved into dust by it.
In the Territorial Expansion Alliance Seat, everyone’s face was solemn.
In the White Cloud Village Seat, there was dead silence.
"I still have a countermeasure." Yue Qingshan took a deep breath, calming his emotions.
He infused Mana, the Earth Cloud beneath his feet rolled, rapidly expanding, long-shaped contours bulged inside the cloud.
Those contours moved within the cloud, resembling long snakes, yet also mountains. Very soon, the edges of the Earth Cloud split, nine mountain stone long snakes poked their heads out from the clouds.
Each long snake was condensed from yellow mud, rocks, mineral sand fibers, the snake body as thick as a large tree, scales were sheets of stone shell. When the snake’s mouth opened and closed, it didn’t release a tongue, but rather a shovel-shaped form composed of long stone pieces.