Chapter 642 Monitoring Formation
The thunder bodies all over the sky disappeared into nothingness, leaving only corpses and limbs all over the ground.
Zhou Yiqiao leaned forward and took out a light blue crystal core the size of a fist from the head of each centipede corpse, with a tired smile on his face.
If Zhou Yiqiao remembers correctly, in the secret realm, the crystal core of a Nascent Soul monster can be exchanged for ten points of combat merit, and Zhou Yiqiao's harvest in one wave is 340 points of combat merit!
Three hundred and forty points of military merit. If we look at the rankings of previous Massacre Feasts, even if Zhou Yiqiao does nothing next, he will be able to enter the dead list after the Massacre Feast is over!
“What a treasure.”
Excitedly throwing up and catching the crystal core in his hand, Zhou Yiqiao returned again to hunt the centipede beast in the canyon.
In the next half month, Zhou Yiqiao kept traveling back and forth inside and outside the valley, constantly using his own blood to trigger the instincts of the monsters, gradually reducing the number of monsters in the valley.
At the bottom of the canyon, the environment that was originally filled with a sea of insects has become completely empty.
After skillfully harvesting the next crystal core, Zhou Yiqiao wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"According to the number of monsters remaining in the canyon, it only takes more than ten trips back and forth to completely clear this place."
Zhou Yiqiao stood there, trying to take a breath.
Suddenly, the spiritual sense exploded, constantly warning Zhou Yiqiao that he was in danger!
At the critical moment, Zhou Yiqiao concentrated all his spiritual power on his right hand and struck a palm towards his side.
"Oh!"
The majestic palm force touched the ground and exploded immediately.
The powerful recoil forced Zhou Yiqiao to move a foot to the left, barely escaping the poisonous sting that came from behind.
Just when he turned around to look, he saw a slender black shadow breaking out of the ground very quickly and stabbing towards his throat!
There was no time to think more, Zhou Yiqiao's spiritual power was transferred to his feet, his legs were slightly bent, he leaped up, and landed on a towering ancient tree dozens of feet tall beside him.
After escaping from death, Zhou Yiqiao's majestic sea-like spiritual thoughts spread out in an instant, and he caught a figure fleeing in a hurry several miles away.
Obviously, the opponent had no intention of fighting head-on. After two consecutive killing moves were avoided by Zhou Yiqiao, he immediately escaped and wanted to leave this place of right and wrong.
"You attacked me secretly and you still want to escape unscathed?"
With a cold snort, a cold light suddenly appeared in Zhou Yiqiao's hand, and the cold dagger cut through the void, heading straight for the man's vest.
The sharp blade instantly penetrated the man's chest and nailed him to the ancient tree.
Blood flowed out gurglingly, and the man opened his eyes wide, looking at Zhou Yiqiao in disbelief as he caught up with him in an instant, his eyes full of regret.
"Who sent you here?"
Zhou Yiqiao's face was cold, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he hit the nail on the head.
This person's strength was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul. Zhou Yiqiao didn't believe it at all. If no one instigated him, he would be so bold as to seek death.
Hearing this, the man swallowed hard, pressed his thin lips tightly, and did not speak.
Zhou Yiqiao had no intention of slowly extracting information from this person. With a flick of his finger, Han Po penetrated an inch closer again.
Heartbreaking pain swept through his whole body, and the man's eyes suddenly widened, and he yelled through gritted teeth.
"I said! Don't... don't move!"
Zhou Yiqiao looked at each other expressionlessly, cold, bloodthirsty and creepy.
Looking at Zhou Yiqiao's cold eyes, the man couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said hurriedly.
"I...I am a disciple of Wanfa Hall."
"Wanfa Hall?"
A trace of doubt flashed in Zhou Yiqiao's cold eyes.
He had never heard of a force named Wanfa Hall, and he believed that he had never had any conflict of interest with this Wanfa Hall.
The man seemed to have guessed what Zhou Yiqiao was thinking and hurriedly explained.
"Wanfa Hall is a little-known small sect in the Holy Land of Central Continent. It specializes in formation manufacturing, talisman engraving, and elixir production."
"The reason why I came to sneak attack on you this time is because I was ordered to do so."
Zhou Yiqiao frowned slightly.
"By whose order?"
Hearing this, the man hesitated for a few seconds, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to prioritize protecting his own life.
"Some time ago, Elder Lin Yuanshan from Motuo Mountain personally came to my Wanfa Hall and asked our sect master to personally create a batch of small formations for tracking."
As the man spoke, he carefully took off a round jade stone from his waist.
"This little sneak attack, Sir, is just a pretense. In fact, it was the Master's request that I find a way to put this token on Your Majesty's body."
"Oh?"
Zhou Yiqiao raised his eyebrows and reached out to take the jade stone.
Upon closer inspection, the jade stone is oval in shape, with a simple "immortal" character engraved on it.
Although this piece of jade seems ordinary, it contains strange power, which makes Zhou Yiqiao feel palpitated, as if there is an eye hidden in the jade, watching Zhou Yiqiao all the time.
He changed his mind and did not destroy the object immediately. Instead, he pinned it to his waist and injected a stream of spiritual energy into the opponent's body. After recovering his injuries slightly, he asked again.
"How many people were asked by Lin Yuanshan to monitor them?"
When Zhou Yiqiao mentioned Lin Yuanshan, the man's expression froze, then he lowered his head and responded softly.
"A total of fifteen people from the Nether Demon Sect entered the massacre feast this time, and these fifteen people were required to monitor."
"I have also heard outside the secret realm that you are a popular figure in this massacre feast, so I put you at the end. Except for you, the other fourteen people have been put in a monitoring formation by Xiao. "
"It turns out they are the thieves from Motuo Mountain who came specifically to target our Netherworld Demon Sect?"
Zhou Yiqiao murmured in a low voice when he heard the words.
He pulled out the cold soul dagger and used the most primitive method to drive a spiritual mark into the opponent's body and said coldly.
"I have cast a tracking spell on you. As long as you are in this secret realm, your every move is under my control."
"I will not destroy this tracking formation, but on the other hand, you should not try to inform the two monks at Motuo Mountain, otherwise, I will make your life worse than death!"
"get out."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man ran away as if he had received amnesty, and disappeared into the dense forest in the blink of an eye.
Feeling that the other party completely disappeared into his consciousness, Zhou Yiqiao showed a cruel smile on his face.
When a powerful beast knows that it is being targeted by a hunter, what it fears most is not the threat from the other party, but whether the hunter is strong enough to satisfy its desire to prey.
"In this world, after all, the weak will eat the strong, and the winner is king."
With a grin, Zhou Yiqiao turned back and entered the canyon, abandoning all worries and slaughtering all the monsters in the canyon.
Half an hour later, Zhou Yiqiao, covered in blood, rushed out of the valley and flew away into the distance.
