Ancient Thunder Dragon Spell

At this time, on the summit of a mountain peak not too far away from where Lei Yang was, there were several tens of cultivators facing each other with their swords drawn.    

    

From their clothes and the weapons in their hands, it could be seen that they were all cultivators from different sects. At the moment, they were all in their own formations, each of them releasing the energy waves of the Great Circle of Core Formation.    

    

According to common sense, the road to the trial was extremely bloody. They should have killed into a group long ago, but at that moment, there was none. The reason why they did not fight or clash was entirely because of the existence of the strange flower at the center of the peak of the mountain.    

    

The flower grew in the middle of a large dense bush of thorns, but it did not connect with any of the thorny plants on the ground. It was like it was growing in the air, sometimes illusory, sometimes corporeal, like a human's soul.    

    

There were two reasons why these cultivators did not rush up to pick the thorns. The first reason was because they were afraid of the lush thorns and thorns, and the second reason was because they were worried that the other cultivators would reap the rewards.    

    

It emitted waves of extremely dangerous auras. Whoever rushed up first would likely become a stepping stone for the surrounding cultivators, which was why there was such a quiet confrontation at the top of the mountain. No one was willing to be the first person to eat a crab.    

    

However, everyone had different temperaments and personalities, and these cultivators were the same. Some of them were impatient while others were steady, so it was obvious that this meaningless confrontation would not last for long.    

    

Sure enough, after a short moment, someone spoke up. Perhaps it was someone with a sturdy body and a straightforward personality, so his temper was quite urgent. The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a sturdy build.    

    

"Motherf * cker, are you guys going to do this? If you don't, then laozi is going to do it himself!" His voice was thick and his voice was as loud as a bell.    

    

However, after he had spoken for a long time, the tens of cultivators around the edge of the thorny thistles and thorns were like wooden puppets. They turned a deaf ear to his words, their eyes flickering, some deep in thought, while some of them raised their eyebrows, showing signs of watching him.    

    

As a result, after this rumbling sound spread, this place once again fell into a stifling silence.    

    

"Damn, I don't believe that you can hold back to make a fart and embroider a flower. I still have things to do, so I won't stay here to admire the flower with you. I will go in to pick it myself, and then I will leave. When that time comes, don't be too envious!" As the sturdy middle-aged man spoke, he took a few steps forward and approached the edge of the thorny thicket.    

    

He was indeed tall, perhaps even taller than two meters. His terrifying muscles and thick beard made him look like a sturdy adult black bear.    

    

He did what he wanted, and as his cultivation base erupted all over his body, he suddenly dropped to his hands and knees on the ground. His four limbs bent at the same time, and an explosive force exploded out from his four limbs, causing him to instantly transform into a phantom image in the air, flying straight towards the illusionary flower in the middle.    

    

However, at this moment, a shocking change appeared on the thorny undergrowth below. The thorny thicket that seemed extremely ordinary before suddenly emitted an indescribably evil aura.    

    

This aura was like that of both a demon and a devil. Instantly, countless shocking tentacles stretched out from the countless thorny vines below, sweeping towards the middle-aged man who was shuttling rapidly through the air.    

    

Even though the sturdy middle-aged man was extremely fast and looked like a shadow with the naked eye, the tentacles extending from the thorny bushes below were even faster. He couldn't dodge those astonishing tentacles at all, and the tentacles instantly wrapped around his entire body, dragging him down into the thorns below.    

    

At that moment, a huge mouth formed from thorns suddenly appeared from the thorny bushes below. The mouth was filled with a shocking black mist, and as the tentacles viciously pulled the middle-aged man down, it actually swallowed him in one gulp.    

    

Although all of this took time to describe, in reality, it was terrifyingly fast. The middle-aged man who looked like a black bear before didn't even have time to let out a cry before he was submerged within the sinister and demonic black mist in the huge mouth.    

    

Following that, everyone heard the sound of chewing, which was the crisp sound of bones breaking. At this moment, in the quiet mountain peak, it was clearly heard by everyone, causing their hair to instantly stand on end and their backs to feel chills.    

    

Although none of the Cultivators spoke, it was clear that some of them wanted to retreat. Even those who were determined to stay behind were eager to wait and see what would happen. They really didn't want to be the second middle-aged man.    

    

The thorny bush was truly too terrifying and demonic, and the one before was not too weak, a complete Core Formation cultivator. No one would have thought that it would be like this, in less than a day's time, he would die without even leaving a trace, who would still dare to be that pathfinder?    

    

"Hmph hmph, what a fool, if this Thorny Demon Forest was that easy, who would be willing to wait here and take that Wood Spirit Flower and leave!" At this moment, another voice rang out from the top of the quiet mountain.    

    

The one who spoke was a very weak looking cultivator. He wasn't too old, around the age of 25 or so. He was a youth, more like a weak scholar than a cultivator. At that moment, he was standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the giant mouth of thorns that was gradually disappearing. Not only was there not the slightest bit of sympathy in his eyes, there was even a mocking expression in his eyes.    

    

His pupils were deep and profound, and although he was soft and weak, the aura from his body was overbearing. With one glance, one could tell that he was definitely not an ordinary expert of the great perfection of Core Formation, but one who had deliberately suppressed for so many years to not break through the Nascent Soul, a seeded participant in this trial.    

    

"Could this be the legendary and terrifying Thorny Demon Forest?"    

    

"That's right, that's right. No wonder that wood spirit flower grew in the middle of these thorny bushes. It seems like it wasn't born there, but was imprisoned by this forest!"    

    

"So it turns out that these terrifying plants have been extinct for a long time?"    

    

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The moment the scholarly young man said the name of the thorny thicket, the originally quiet mountain peak immediately began to discuss among themselves. Although most of the people were talking to themselves, but as the deadlock broke, the cultivators that were relatively close to each other began to converse with each other in a few sentences.    

    

Under this exchange, some people started to retreat. After some consideration, they decided to leave this strange mountain peak and no longer fought over that wood soul flower that might be tempting, but it was not easy to obtain.