Longevity and Immortal Journey: Raising Demons, Raising Plants and Seeking Immortals

Chapter 217 Six Desire Insect

This storage bag was obtained from the cultivator of the Ten Thousand Poison Forest Herding Lineage who used the method of self-eating. Since he was not dead, the mark on the storage bag was still there and could not be opened.

Violent breaking will cause the space inside the storage bag to collapse, causing the items inside to be lost along with the space.

Therefore, after Li Changsheng advanced to the level of pulse condensation, he took it out from time to time and used his spiritual power to slowly wear away the imprints in it. The wear was slow at first, but after he finished tempering the first main spiritual vein, he could freely control the three spiritual power characteristics. , the wasting speed suddenly increased several times.

It's been such a long time.

Now, all that is left of the mark in the storage bag is a hazy outline. It only needs one more spiritual impact to completely eliminate it and open it.

Li Changsheng did not hesitate. With a thought, the spiritual energy in his body poured into the storage bag and impacted on the barrier.

There was a crisp click, and a line of light golden smoke rose up from the storage bag, surging in mid-air, as if it was about to condense and take shape.

"Just a piece of spiritual power."

Li Changsheng waved his sleeve, and the light golden smoke was instantly extinguished by the surge of spiritual power.

And when the light golden smoke disappeared, he seemed to hear an insect chirping.

“Let me see what’s good”

Li Changsheng didn't care that the herding monks had lost their human form and might one day be invaded by parasitic insects and die. Could it be that he was afraid that his death was not thorough enough and he still dared to find him?

Just as he was looking at the contents of the storage bag.

Thousands of miles away from the spiritual land surrounding the mountains, there is a place between three hundred-foot peaks.

Deep in the canyon, various kinds of forest-white skeletons are exposed on the ground covered with dead branches and leaves. Locusts of different sizes are lying on the skeletons and dead branches. On both sides of the cliff, there are also locusts lying on the ground. The densely packed locusts, viewed from the outside in, the smallest locust is no bigger than a thumb, and the one near the center is even as big as a calf.

And in the deepest part of the gap, lying on a forest-white skeleton that was several feet long, lay a golden locust as big as a bull, with its whole body like a golden locust.

Its demonic aura overflowed, and no locust within a hundred meters dared to approach.

Just when Li Changsheng erased the spiritual mark, the golden locust's compound eyes lying on the white bones suddenly turned for a moment, the wings behind it trembled, and the sinister evil energy instantly overflowed from its body like golden mist.

Wherever it passed, the bones melted away, and the dead branches and rocks turned into powder.

Near it, three locusts as big as calves and some as big as tree stumps and washbasins flapped their wings and flew high, while other locusts that did not fly in time were shrouded in golden mist.

In a short while, hundreds of meters around were covered in golden mist.

hiss.
For a moment, a sharp and terrifying scream echoed through the canyon, and the golden mist shook like water flowing back.

When all the golden mist gathered into the body of the huge ox-like locust, all the insects within a radius of several hundred meters had disappeared, and it seemed to have turned into a statue, standing motionless.

At this time, the locusts flying in the sky also fell down one after another.

On top of Canyon Mountain.

A man in black robes sat cross-legged on a boulder, holding a cicada the size of a thumb in his palm, which was as white as jade.

Behind him, cicadas of different sizes and colors were densely packed on rocks and branches, as if a layer of gauze shrouded the top of the mountain, endless as far as the eye could see.

When the terrifying scream came from the gap in the canyon.

hum.
The densely packed cicadas seemed to be frightened and spread their wings one after another, ready to fly.The man in black robes on top of the boulder seemed to be awakened by it. He touched the cicada in his palm, which was like a white jade stone. A disdainful hoarse voice came from inside the robe, "It looks more and more like an animal. What a pity." "

Squeak. The cicada in his hand moved slightly, and a faint chirping sounded.

The sound rang out, and the cicadas on the mountain suddenly calmed down.

The man in black robe raised his head and looked towards the north, revealing his slightly pointed chin, and murmured: "Why haven't you returned yet? Could it be that he was also eaten as a spiritual creature?"

Just as he was speaking, a half-naked man with green hair suddenly appeared in the rocks not far behind him. When he heard what the man in black robe said, he sneered: "Hey, you are just being used as a snack. I will not be eaten, let alone become that thing that is neither a human nor a monster."

As he spoke, his whole body emerged from the rocks, and under his feet was a foot-long slug-like creature with colorful insects floating on its surface.

The man in black robe seemed to be familiar with the big man, and was not surprised at all. He stroked the restless insect mother, turned around, and said softly: "Why do you always like to appear from behind? Next time, don't blame my baby for eating you." .”

"Eat me? Just for these little things?" The big man sat down on the slug, picking his nose, and looked at the dense cicadas around him with disdain.

As the words fell, water-like ripples appeared on the rock beneath the giant slug, and strips of slug-shaped insects undulated in the rock like fish and beasts.

The man in black robe suddenly fell silent.

In terms of strength, he has tempered twelve main spiritual veins, which is much better than the big man who only tempered eight main spiritual veins. However, what they herd the monks of the first line of least to value when they are in the pulse condensation realm is precisely the realm of spiritual power. .

What he relies on the most is the insect mother that he merged with when he entered the Tao, and the insect swarm that accompanied him.

At this point, his insect swarm couldn't help but the big man.

The big man can be invincible in the Pulse Condensing Realm just by relying on the Six Desire Insects, at least in his herding lineage.

The man in black robe withdrew his gaze, suppressed his emotions, and said calmly: "Tell me about the situation."

Hearing this, the big man calmed down his emotions, pondered for a moment and then said: "According to the past, I have dispersed tens of thousands of Seven Emotion Pills in the spiritual land, which can affect thousands of people when I do it."

After a pause, he frowned and said, "But the demon cubs of Qingyang Sect were too vigilant. The Seven Emotions Pill I emitted did not spread to their guards. They are all spiritual farmers and casual cultivators."

The man in black robe nodded and said, "If that's the case, that's enough. If there are too many ants, they can kill people."

The big man didn't answer, looked straight at him, and said, "I've finished the matter, where is the thing I want?"

The man in black robe frowned, shook his head and said: "I don't know whether it is true or not. I will give it to you after I capture the spiritual land."

"Okay, let me know when you can do it."

The big man simply agreed, and a slug the size of a thumb slowly floated up from the stone in front of the black-robed man, while the slug under the big man's feet slowly sank into the mud and stone with him.

Watch him disappear.

The man in black robe looked at the motionless slug in front of him, put it into the jade box, stood up and walked to the edge of the boulder, looking down, as if he saw the golden locust in the gap of the canyon from a distance of a hundred feet.

"Fighting to death." His eyes showed a look of salivation and fear, and he sighed: "What a delicious food, what a pity."

“It’s a pity that someone made a reservation.”

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