Volume 1 Chapter 18 Slaughter in Fear!
Eyes of Fear!
"Heaven and earth give birth to spirits, fear is hard to bear, evil and holy demons, unify the heart demon..."
Zhuo Yifan slowly savored the new information in his mind, word by word, and gradually gained insight.
The eyes of fear, as long as they are the spirits of heaven and earth, will be hooked up by the magic pupils with the greatest fear in their hearts, and they will be stiffened all over, unable to move. However, for people with higher cultivation, the stiffness state is also shorter. If the eyes of fear are thoroughly played to the peak, a glance will make millions of people stiffen with fear.
What an imposing and intimidating glare!
Lingmu Tree Spirit saw Zhuo Yifan unexpectedly successfully advancing to the Xiantian Realm under his own spiritual pressure, although surprised, but it sparked a craving for blood in his heart!
He saw Zhuo Yifan's realm rise again, and his blood's vitality increased once more, he was overjoyed instead of surprised.
With a mournful cry, it unleashed spiritual pressure while recklessly extending all its tree vines to attack Taro Ito, the octopus-like roots advancing forward!
"You really don't know what's good for you..."
Zhuo Yifan's entire body was now wrapped in orange spiritual energy, with the Five Elements Spiritual Power surging up and down his body.
Cough cough cough!...
Cutting down several tree vines in a row, Zhuo Yifan completely lost his patience with this spiritual wood tree spirit.
"Wooooo! —— The Lingmu Tree Spirit never expected that this young man would become so troublesome after his promotion, relying on his own spiritual pressure to turn the tables and hurt himself. It continuously emitted fearful sonic waves, and a thought of retreating emerged in its heart. The tree trunk, which was crawling like an insect, stopped moving and slowly retreated backwards."
"Hmph... Fear waves? You think you can compare to me in terms of fear?"
For Zhuo Yifan, whose mental strength had greatly increased with his cultivation, the fear-inducing sound waves were no longer able to intimidate him. On the contrary, he felt that the Lingmu Tree Spirit was showing off its skills in front of him.
In the pitch-black tree hole of this spirit tree, a pair of bright red blood-colored eyes peered out to gaze at Zhuo Yifan's movements. At the same time, using the tree vines as cover, it silently retreated backwards.
Speed is the fatal weakness of the Lingmu Tree Spirit. After dozens of breaths, it moved only half a meter without stopping.
"Oh, great underworld god, condense the fear, I want that terror, sweep away all! Fearful eyes! Be afraid!" Zhuo Yifan was like reciting an incantation, and suddenly opened his eyelids. Those enchanting purple pupils reflected a cold and stern glint.
At that moment when Lingmu Tree Spirit and Zhuo Yifan's icy purple magic pupils met, the Lingmu Tree Spirit was as if struck by lightning.
All the vines "swished swished..." were all retracted, and that wriggling tree root suddenly stopped.
"Uggghhh..."
This time, the tree spirit actually let out a sob, and that pair of icy purple pupils made it feel fearful.
It clearly felt its own soul being cut by a knife, and the hatred and murderous intent from the magic pupil made it produce boundless fear. The soul was strongly trembling.
This intense feeling of unease caused all the leaves on its trunk to wither and fall, turning it into a bare old tree...
Zhuo Yifan didn't expect that the 'Eye of Fear' would have such a significant terrifying effect, causing even this old tree spirit to be so frightened that it couldn't move.
"Aren't you very impressive?"
"Aren't you fond of sucking people's blood?"
"What's wrong with being a tree that benefits humanity? Why must you become a demon and harm people?"
"Damn it! I don't know how many people have been sucked dry by you and buried under your blood-sucking hook!"
The enchanting purple eyes approached with devilish steps, and every word made the tree spirit terrified.
The terrifying gaze shot out a strong spiritual restraint, causing the Lingmu Tree Spirit to choke and emit a mournful howl.
"High-quality primary soul... I wonder how much it can improve the quality of my soul?"
Generally, a high-quality soul cultivator has a chance to become a true Three-Elemental Realm Soul Cultivator. The higher the quality of the soul, the higher the achievement realm, and the more profound the understanding of spiritual techniques and martial arts.
The spiritual tree spirit in front of him suddenly turned into a delicious meal that nourished his soul.
Through the magic pupil, the pale green soul of the tree spirit appeared, and the intense killing intent in his eyes flashed by. He quickly took out a dagger, stepped forward, and thrust it into the trunk with a surge of yellow spiritual energy.
Zhuo Yifan's application of the Fearful Eye was limited to one person at a time, and it couldn't be maintained for long, so he didn't have any extra energy to waste on this tree spirit.
Hehehe...
The knife rose and fell, wood shavings flew everywhere, a pungent green liquid burst out from the trunk of the tree, flowing all over the ground, very sticky.
"What a pity, if only these liquids could be used to induce some medicine for my mother's health, it would be perfect. And the value is worth a city. But I didn't bring any containers, so I can only abandon them..."
Looking at the thick green liquid flowing all over his body, Zhuo Yifan's heart ached.
Although this liquid is nauseating, it condenses the essence of heaven and earth's spiritual energy, and after being saturated with human blood, it becomes an excellent fertilizer. Crops can bloom and bear fruit in just one day. The divine medicine can also repel insects and diseases, promoting rapid growth.
The Lingmu tree spirit let out a painful howl, it was hard to imagine that a tree spirit could actually produce a wolf's cry, echoing throughout the entire mountain range, lingering on and on...
Even if it was painful, it was firmly controlled by the magic pupil. As long as it was stained with the fearful pupil, the soul would produce extreme fear and be petrified beyond redemption. Even the eyelids couldn't blink. It could only stand obediently and let Zhuo Yifan slaughter it at will.
This is the eye of fear, where true terror lies.
Gradually, the vitality of the Lingmu Tree Spirit weakened...
Under the intense physical pain, two copper bell-sized blood red eyes gradually dimmed, and the soul was about to ascend to heaven...
"Soul-Eyed Fusion!"
Zhuo Yifan's eyes darkened for a moment, and then his purple pupils flashed with an eerie glow once again.
Right after that, a pale blue palm transformed into claws and suddenly grasped at the faint green soul body, making a soft whooshing sound as it effortlessly pulled back into the magical pupil.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and Zhuo Yifan felt an extremely dry pain.
The spirit of this Lingmu tree spirit's soul has been recovered by itself and is stored in a pair of magical pupils.
Then, Zhuo Yifan used a dagger to scrape open the rough trunk of the Lingmu tree. Its trunk had become very brittle from being hard, and it was as easy to break as a ordinary adult man could with a light punch.
After groping for half a day, finally from the position of the trunk's central left, took out an emerald green spirit core the size of a longan!
This is an extremely high-quality Wooden Spirit Core!
The dense green is like a night pearl, emitting a brilliant light in the pitch-black forest, and a strong and majestic spirit is accumulating inside.
Holding the wooden Ling core, I gently took a breath in. The refreshing and subtle fragrance that delights the heart and spleen entered through my nostrils, circulating throughout my body, nourishing every cell, unblocking every meridian, making me feel refreshed and invigorated, with a sense of euphoria.
"The efficacy of the second-order Wooden Spirit Core is indeed extraordinary!" Zhuo Yifan exclaimed, grinning foolishly.
He immediately applied the wooden spirit core to his wound, and the wooden spirit core instantly released a thick white **. The smell was somewhat nostalgic, a bit like durian, and a bit like mustard, with an indescribable complex stimulation of Zhuo Yifan's sense of smell.
Finally, the wound made a "hiss" sound, emitting wisps of white smoke, which gradually scabbed over and crumbled into fragments that fell off, eventually forming a new layer of skin.
"This second-grade Wooden Spirit Core can sell for at least 200,000 taels of silver on the market! If it were to be sold on the black market, its value would definitely increase several fold! This is a huge sum!"
But Zhuo Yifan was not prepared to sell it, this second-order wooden spirit core must be kept.
In this way, if you get injured in the wild, you'll have a guarantee. And after bringing it back and grinding it into powder for your mother to take, its efficacy is even more remarkable than a year's worth of top-grade herbal medicine!
If you can get another water spirit core, the healing effect will increase exponentially, stimulating cells to grow rapidly. Two spirit cores ground into powder and swallowed can even repair organs! The effect is incredibly miraculous!
Overjoyed, Zhuo Yifan put the wooden spirit core back into his bag and then found a few more second-grade spirit beast pellets, each about the size of a soybean, inside the tree trunk.
There were actually fifty of them!
An ordinary second-grade intermediate spirit beast's spirit beast dan, fifty pellets at most five thousand taels, but this is a variant spirit beast's spirit beast dan, worth a city. Selling all of them would yield at least five hundred thousand taels of Snowflake Silver!
Fifty second-tier intermediate variant beast pellets and a wooden spirit core. Zhuo Yifan has made a huge profit!
He gathered all the wealth together, his tiger body shook, and with a 'whoosh', he flew out of the Qingyang Mountains to the quiet riverbank. The flowing water gurgled, under the moonlight, the sparkling water light danced.
At this time, it was midnight, and except for the places where the moonlight shone on the Qingyang Mountains, everything was pitch black. The night wind howled, making a mournful cry, and the swaying tree shadows added to the desolation and terror.
After a fierce battle, under the refreshing effect of Mù Líng's core, not only was there no fatigue, but instead became even more spirited.
"Top-grade primary soul, huh..." Zhuo Yifan excitedly rubbed his hands together, and came alone to the riverbank, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to focus, preparing for his first-ever Soul Fusion.
