manynovel Chapter 3262 Lesser Fullness (Master!)
Chapter 3262 Lesser Fullness (Master!)
Mei Zhentian and Mei Qianxiao's upper bodies were still exposed, but their lower bodies had already merged with the writhing flesh.
Countless tiny buds, like venomous snakes, burrowed into their flesh, tearing at their veins and devouring their spiritual power and vitality.
Their faces emerged twisted on the surface of flesh and blood, their features distorted and deformed, black tears of blood streaming from their eyes, their mouths agape, emitting silent and painful howls.
This scene resembled the cruelest form of torture in prison.
Hu Xiaoman felt a churning in her stomach, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet straight to the top of her head.
Yang Rui's face turned even paler, and he vomited several times, feeling extremely nauseous!
Hua Nian's face was also completely bloodless.
Yang Rui gripped her hand even tighter.
Hua Nian felt the softness and warmth coming from her hands, and a certain part of her heart softened even more.
"What kind of monster is this..." Yang Rui's voice was cold, with an unnatural hoarseness in his throat as he tried to cough.
Hu Xiaoman frowned: "Fourth Senior Brother, the aura of this flesh and blood monster is far more terrifying and evil than the previous Nine-Headed Soul Serpent."
Hu Xiaoman could sense that the thing in front of her was a pure evil, existing solely for devouring and destruction.
It seems to have no consciousness, only the most primal instincts.
It devours all living things to grow stronger.
Just then, from within that flesh and blood, Mei Qianxiao's weak and distorted voice once again rang out, filled with endless pain and pleas.
"Grandpa...save me...it hurts so much...I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."
Immediately following was Mei Zhentian's voice.
His will seemed stronger than Mei Qianxiao's; although his voice was equally pained, it carried a resentful bitterness.
"Father... avenge me... kill... kill this monster... kill that woman..."
His distorted face turned with difficulty, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Hu Xiaoman not far away.
Even in his dying moments, as he was being devoured, his hatred for Hu Xiaoman did not diminish in the slightest.
This bizarre and tragic scene completely shattered the last shred of reason in the Ghost Ancestor.
"Ah—! My son, Xiao'er!"
The Ghost Ancestor roared to the sky, his voice hoarse and strained, filled with sorrow, regret, and madness.
His only bloodline, the future hope of his ghostly clan, was being devoured in the most cruel way by a monster right before his eyes.
And even on their deathbeds, they were still pleading for their own help, crying out to themselves.
At this moment, all thoughts of family honor, the path to immortality, and grudges and affections vanished like bubbles.
Only one thought remained in his mind.
destroy!
Destroy everything in front of you!
Since the Ghost Ancestor has nothing left, let everything be destroyed.
"brute!"
"Die to me!"
The Ghost Ancestor was like a madman. He didn't even look at Hu Xiaoman again. All his hatred was transferred to the monster that had devoured his descendants and son.
His remaining left arm suddenly rose, and the last of his vital energy and spirit in his withered body burned without reservation.
A massive palm print, more solid and darker than ever before, condensed in his palm.
On the palm print, countless hideous ghost faces roared and howled, emanating a terrifying aura capable of freezing the soul.
This is the ghost energy he has absorbed during his cultivation over the years.
This was his most powerful strike!
He knew that without this attack, it wouldn't have been enough to kill the monster.
"boom--!"
The Ghost Ancestor transformed into a streak of black light and slammed into the enormous mass of flesh and blood.
He wanted to perish together with this flesh and blood monster.
Everyone's eyes widened.
However, the terrifying attack, which was powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks and severely injure a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, disappeared without a trace after hitting the flesh-and-blood monster.
The black palm print, upon contact with the writhing flesh, was instantly enveloped by the mucus on its surface and then rapidly devoured by countless open, tiny mouths.
The Ghost Ancestor's desperate attack, which he had risked everything for, not only failed to harm the monster in the slightest, but instead became its nourishment.
"Gudu... gudu..."
The flesh-and-blood monster emitted a satisfied throbbing sound, and its size visibly expanded another notch.
The dark tentacles danced even more wildly, and the ghostly father and son encased within them let out even more shrill screams.
"No...impossible..."
The Ghost Ancestor was blasted away and crashed heavily a short distance away, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He stood frozen in place, and the last glimmer of light in his single eye was completely extinguished, turning to ashes.
His strongest attack resulted in this outcome.
how can that be possible?
At that very moment, Hu Xiaoman's gaze passed over the crazed ghostly ancestor in front of him, past the writhing flesh and blood monster, and fixed itself on the highest point of the altar.
Her heart clenched suddenly, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and her breath caught in her throat. An extreme chill rose from the soles of her feet.
On the altar, behind the flesh-and-blood monster, sat a figure dressed in a Kunlun Sect Taoist robe, sitting cross-legged.
His eyes were closed, his face was thin, and he had a few tufts of messy beard on his chin. His Taoist robe was also washed until it was white.
It was that slovenly master who kept calling her "little girl" over and over again!
At this moment, the disheveled master's body was covered with countless strange black magic patterns.
The demonic runes moved slowly beneath his skin, like living things, emanating an evil aura that shared the same origin as the flesh-and-blood monster.
Countless thin yet resilient energy threads extended from all parts of the master's body, densely packed, and deeply embedded themselves into the flesh-and-blood monster in front of him.
Hu Xiaoman's body trembled slightly uncontrollably.
Master has become one of the sources of "nourishment" for this monster!
No, that's not right!
Hu Xiaoman forced herself to calm down and observe carefully.
Don't panic now, absolutely do not change your mind!
She took several deep breaths.
She discovered that those energy threads were not transmitted in one direction.
The spiritual power within Master's body is being continuously drained away by the monster.
At the same time, an even purer and more vast power emanated from the master's body, forming a huge and complex array through the threads, which firmly imprisoned the flesh-and-blood monster on the altar.
At this moment, Hu Xiaoman suddenly realized that her master was not being devoured.
He was using his own body, his own cultivation, and his own life as the core of the formation to suppress this terrifying monster!
This is a seal that leads to mutual destruction!
They stood below, but her master didn't open his eyes to look at them.
Is Master still alive?
Is he still alive?
He was supporting this formation with his powerful willpower!
My heart ached again at that moment, and my eyes involuntarily reddened.
"Master!"
A gasp of surprise rang out from beside Hu Xiaoman.
Yang Rui saw it too.
He also saw the figure sitting cross-legged on the altar, entangled in countless black magic runes, looking like a prisoner.