What is it like to be a saint?

Chapter 525 Locust (1)

In the Central Plains in summer, the drought is getting worse!

The river, which was once tens or even hundreds of miles wide, has shrunk more than half of its channel area due to drought.

A large area of ​​the river bed was exposed.

In these riverbeds, fist-sized yellow flying insects began to hatch one after another.

After hatching, these yellow flying insects began to grow rapidly.

To grow, they start eating anything that comes within their sight and even smell.

Grass roots, crops, trees, even wooden houses, door panels...

Their number is increasing.

Gradually, there are too many to count!

Densely crawling in the tidal flats and swamps on the river bank.

The body is getting bigger and bigger, and the wings are getting stronger and stronger.

Finally, they began to fly.

Flocks and groups flew forward following the smell of crops and spiritual veins.

The entire river stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and on both sides of the main artery of Nanzhan Buzhou, there are countless migratory locusts, densely packed, even the sun star is covered.

The tide of monster locusts!

The entire Central Plains countries suddenly fell into a desperate struggle.

Facing the overwhelming swarms of locusts that number in the millions.

No human monk can resist.

Even if it is a fairy or a golden fairy, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Because, although these monster locusts are evil spirits, they are also part of the way of heaven.

It is the manifestation of the cause and effect of the human race's orthodoxy.

Offended by the sky, there is nothing to pray for!
In other words, if immortals intervene, they may be contaminated with cause and effect.

Moreover, even if the monster locust can be stopped and eliminated, it will not help.

The more demon locusts die, the greater the probability of fat residues appearing.

If a Fat Yi really hatched, Jin Xian would have no choice but to run away with his head in his arms.

That's not something a fairy can deal with.

It is a monster that only a master can fight against!

The evil spirits born from the carrion of Taoism and civilization are inherently immune to most Taoism and supernatural powers.

Only the master of the king's weapon can kill!

This is the principle of yin and yang.

Only justice can kill evil.

As a result, countless swarms of monster locusts began to wreak havoc on the earth.

The descendants of the gods of the various kingdoms had nothing to do about it, they could only tremble and scurry among the strong cities with large protective formations, watching helplessly as the swarms of monster locusts raged past outside the city.

It gnawed away hundreds of miles of farmland and forests.

He watched those demon locusts grow bigger and bigger.

Everyone knows that this is slow death.

The ancient history recorded by ancient historians has changed from words to reality.

The katydid feather, the scorpion.The descendants of Yier, vibrate.

The katydid feather, the scorpion scorpion.Yier's descendants, rope rope Xi.

The katydid feathers, bow to each other.The descendants of Yier, sting!
Katydid is what the ancient ancestors called the monster locust.

The ancient poems of the ancestors, recording the terrible past.

Thousands of households, bones exposed at night!

The famous city of Dayi is in ruins!

A generation of human civilization and ethics will be completely buried!
The honor of the past is finally a thing of the past.

The treasury was burned to ashes, and the sky street was full of immortal bones!
When the yuan and the tripod will change, the world will change its fate.

Mortals who die will be like mountains and seas.

However, the monks and gods who coexisted with Huiyuan civilization and Taoism will also be wiped out!

The golden immortals and quasi-sages of Human Sovereign Huiyuan were all wiped out.

There were not even one out of ten Yin Shang monks in Huiyuan last time.

That's why the ancient ancestors' poem praised the monster locust.

Well done you guys.

You have many children and grandchildren!
We will have many children and grandchildren too!

eat it!eat it!
Eat up this cannibal Huiyuan, eat up those monks who drink our blood and eat our flesh.

Smash this broken world.

Tear those shameless gods to shreds!

According to the records of historians, this ancient poem was written by the ancestors in the last years of the Emperor!
How do others feel?The descendants of the gods and gods in various countries don't know, but they themselves are trembling.

The harbingers of doom have appeared.

The tsunami of karma is shouting.

And they can only close their eyes and wait to die!I can only watch helplessly as the footsteps of death get closer and closer.

In this wave of monster locusts, they can still linger in the fortified city, relying on the protective formation to survive.

but……

When the locusts were full, they ate up.

They will devour each other, and finally, in the swarm of demon locusts, fat will be born!

It is different from the monster locust that eats whatever it sees.

It is different from the monster locust, which is equivalent to building a foundation, and it is difficult to break through the strong defensive formation.

Fei Yi is an evil spirit bred from the despair and pain of mortals.

He only eats monks, nibbles on spiritual veins, and feeds on gods.

The only goal of this kind of evil being came to the world is to destroy all the foundations that monks and immortals rely on for their livelihood!

In front of Fei Yi, all the defense formations are just air.

All the magic weapons of Taoism and supernatural powers of human monks are useless.

Even if you want to escape, it is impossible.

Anyone who is remembered by Fei Yi will be dug out and eaten even if he escapes to the ends of the earth!
When these things go viral.

Immortal descendants from all over the world began to panic.

They are like headless chickens, looking for all the good ways to solve the problem.

However, whether it is the text recorded by ancient historians or the legendary story.

They are all telling the same ending—there is a sage king, who fights against evil with righteousness, and eliminates evil with righteousness. , Determine yin and yang, and recreate the universe.

The last person who ended the evil was called Pan Geng.

When the descendants of the immortals learned about these things, they became even more desperate!
The Holy King Pan Geng, that is still a matter of Yin Shang Huiyuan.

Now, where is there a holy king in the world?
In today's world, where is the soil for the birth of a holy king?
This is the end of Huiyuan, when the rituals are broken and the joy is broken.

This has collapsed, extremely corrupt orthodox order.

According to the history of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, it may take hundreds or thousands of years of chaos to see any hope of the birth of a holy king.

But by that time, the current descendants of the Immortal Seed are probably already dead.

They already knew that Fei Yi was just a kind of evil spirit.

Even among the evil spirits, they are not ranked high.

And above the evil spirits, there are evils, and among the evils, there are even more famous four evils who dare to provoke the emperor!
Qiongqi, Taotie, Wuwu, Chaos!
That's how history is.

The more you know, the more you fear and despair!
What these immortal descendants didn't know was when they knew the history.

Karmic barriers have also followed like a shadow.

Let their eyes turn a blind eye to some details, also make their ears unable to hear some legends, let their minds be completely attracted to one direction, a dead end.

Therefore, they didn't know that among the mortals in the territory, there began to be rumors such as "In Ludi in the south, a heavenly venerable came to the world, enlightened the world, and the country was safe and happy", "The grandson of Zheng Guo, benevolent and kind to the people, has opened a warehouse." There are legends such as "disaster relief" and "there is a god in Yan State who came to the world to rescue the people".

They don't even know that mortals are fleeing in large numbers.

Flee to the south, Zheng Guo, Yan Guo.

And the last thing they should ignore is that there is a terrible plague that seems to be spreading quietly.

……

In August, rice flowers are fragrant and wheat waves are rolling.

This year is another bumper year.

However, the areas outside Huaguo are not very peaceful.

Even Huaguo may not be safe.

Riding a big buffalo, I ride in the mountains and plains of Huaguo every day.

Xu Ji stopped suddenly, he stretched out his hand slightly, and a group of poisonous bees that were returning to their nests with their prey in their mouths immediately moved closer to him and surrounded him very intimately.

Xu Ji looked at an individual in the swarm of poisonous bees, and the poisonous bee fell into Xu Ji's palm involuntarily.

This poisonous bee hatched this year is the size of a fist.

With sharp mouthparts, it holds a yellowish prey with a thick outer armor.

"Locust?" Xu Ji blinked, a little uncertain.

But he knew that the source of his agitation just now was here.

So, he carefully measured the insect that had been killed by the poisonous bee. It seemed to be different from the locust on the blue star.It's bigger, not much smaller than a poison bee.

The yellowed shell is very hard, the surface has a strong sense of layering, and it has a faint metallic color.

On the finger-sized brown worm brain and light gray abdomen, a faint trace of the word 'king' can be seen.

It seems to be a natural texture, but it is full of artificial traces.

"Strange!" Xu Ji pinched his fingers slightly, and saw the past of this strange insect.

Xu Ji saw the scene before it hatched.

That was last winter, the border area between Hua Guo and Cao Guo.

The cold wind was howling, blowing from the north.

The wind and snow fell on the shallows, and a little bit of subtle gray fell with the wind and snow.

Then it quickly burrowed into the sand, slowly turning into a pale yellow follicle.

This made Xu Ji dumbfounded.

"This is too unreasonable!"

"This bug doesn't reproduce naturally!"

"Ya is conceived by the cold wind, a natural thing!"

Is this the biology of this mythical world?
Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be the case.

But, why do you feel moved?
Xu Ji remembered the locust plague that happened on Blue Star.

The overwhelming locust swarm is the nightmare of Blue Star Agriculture.

Even with modern agricultural technology, there is no good way to attack locust swarms.

Xu Ji remembers that last year, a super locust plague broke out in the Middle East and swept across Europe and Asia. During that time, the media played up anxiety every day.

At every turn, there will be global famine and reduced food production, which may trigger regional shocks and even world wars.

However, Xu Ji later found out that the media was talking nonsense.

What kind of turmoil, world war, nothing happened.

It's just a few small countries going bankrupt and defaulting on their debts.

After that, all news disappeared from the Internet.

Like nothing happened.

The world is still at peace.

The Sun Also Rises.

However, this is the mythical world!
Also, the 'locusts' of this mythical world are so grotesque.

They are actually a natural thing!

Just like Monkey King, it popped out of thin air!

"Why am I so nervous about the appearance of this 'grasshopper'?" Xu Ji muttered to himself.

The whim of Taoist ancestors has never been ordinary.

Just like some time ago, the death of the Western Buddha.

and so……

"The appearance of this locust has an extremely serious impact?" Xu Ji frowned: "I am afraid it is a harbinger of disaster in this mythical world!"

"But why, I haven't seen the description of this 'locust' in the court annals of Lu, Qi, and Ju?"

With this in mind, Xu Ji suddenly remembered something.

Now that "locusts" have appeared in Huaguo, what about the countries in the Central Plains that have been trapped in drought and waterlogged quagmire since a few years ago?
How did you say that on Bluestar Online?

When you find a cockroach in your home, there may be a hundred cockroaches in your home!

If the insect in his hand is a locust, then the locust plague in the mythical world may have already broken out in the Central Plains!
Gently raising his hand, the poisonous bee in his hand took off again. Xu Ji rode on the big buffalo, his figure quietly disappearing.

　I have been trying to adjust my schedule for the past two days. My schedule is too disordered, and it has reached the point where I have to adjust!
　　Probably can adjust it tomorrow!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)