Eight, Hehe. Even if Cao Yi is Fugan, your grandfather will not take him seriously...Yingle you, a stinky boy, is no longer dry."

While speaking, the Taoist Zhun was not idle, but stretched out one hand to put it on the worm sharp armor with a ferocious and dangerous aura, as if he was stroking and pulling. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly "boomed", and the whole armor dispersed and turned into a worm molt all over the sky to wrap him in it.

As if there was life, a crazy twist turned into a pair of Pingzhou with his face exposed.

At this time, the insect molted armor looked increasingly ugly and ferocious, with mottled fangs all over it, and looked like a poisonous girl waiting for an opportunity.

Strangely, the limbs of the Taoist Warrior were not wrapped in the armor, but were exposed outside. Judging from the scale of the insect molting armor, it is impossible to not even wrap it. I think it is because of other intentions.

With the armor on his body, Taoist Zang chuckled smugly, twisted his neck slightly stiffly, and then said: "You casual cultivators are just restless and want to compete with our disciples all day long. Are you worthy? You don't know how to comply!"

"shut up!"

Cao Zhuo suddenly shouted loudly when he heard this. Since the insult of the Taoist in the insect in front of him and Cao Xing, his face turned particularly ugly, and now he has no calmness anymore, his face full of madness.

"Why are you comparable to my father?"

"You Taoist Taoist is just a parasite that relies on the sect. If you don't have the sect's offerings, can you raise so many spiritual insects? If you don't have the sect's protection, you'll die a hundred times."

"waste!"

As if he was stimulated, Cao Jie cursed like a cannon. When the word "waste" was out, his whole person rushed forward again, like holding a giant pillar, lifted his long sword and rushed forward with his chest.

"Deng, okay, you guys are so brave. If you let you die well today, I won't call you a Taoist in the future."

It seemed that he was stimulated by his words. The Taoist Warrior cried, and there was no more intention to read the ** on his face. Instead, his face was covered in ferocious evil spirits, and he was obviously extremely angry.

The distance of more than ten feet was approaching, but what happened immediately was a big surprise.

The Taoist Insect didn't dodge or avoid it, and sneered his face and let the long knife penetrate his chest.

Then, an accident happened. The long sword did not bounce back or made a sound of metal and iron under the attack. The extremely hard insect molted armor that had been before seemed to soften instantly. "A chirp sound made half of the knife head come in.

Even Cao Zhuo, who had used all his strength, did not expect that he could not help but be stunned, and there was no trace of joy on his face. Even a fool knew that Taoist Zhun could not commit suicide, and he would hold on if he dared to do this.

Sure enough, the face of the insect Taoist who entered the blade was not painful and astonished, as if the one who was being beaten was not his own body. Instead, he looked down and then showed a strange and cruel smile.

Immediately afterwards, a creepy voice rang at the head of the knife.

At first glance, it sounds like a hungry mouse gnawing on the corpse, or like endless ants or bees, making strange noises when crawling heavily.

Then, Cao Zhuo, who was shocked by the strange situation in front of him, did not increase his strength in his hand, but the knife head could be seen inch by inch, as if in front of him were not hard insect molting armor or flesh and blood, but like a sludge swamp.

Under his horrified gaze, the knife head sank inch by inch, occasionally a little bit of broken iron powder spilled. Before he could take a closer look, he was confiscated by the black spots that rushed out of the broken mouth, swallowed and bitten like food, and disappeared instantly.

However, most of Qing Xuan, a big sword about meter long, disappeared out of thin air. He fell into the belly of something, and only the creeping sound continued.

"Oh, it seems that this is the only way." Zhang Fan sighed inwardly in the distance, got up and prepared to take action.

He saw the situation at this time. Although Cao Zhuo was cautious and cautious enough, he was practicing the learning of formations. If he was given sufficient preparation time in a specific environment, he might not be a match for the Taoist Taoist, who was also a foundation-building monk.

But this kind of face-to-face battle is not his best.

I originally wanted him to force out some more tricks from the Taoist Warrior to make more preparations before taking action, but now it seems that it is not possible.

With Zhang Fan's personality, he would not have been invisible in the dark for so long, but before coming, Fuchang reminded repeatedly that this insect Taoist seemed to have a secret technique, which was refined by sacrificing the flesh and blood of countless people. Although he didn't know it very clearly, it must be a very powerful magical power.

In addition, this was his first real battle with a foundation-building monk, and he was not careful either. However, since Cao Zhuo was not good at it, it was impossible.

In any case, this man cannot die.

With the spiritual power circulating, Zhang Fan was about to take action. Unexpectedly, this man's plan was not as good as the heaven's plan. The battle between the two did not end here, and the situation in the field suddenly changed.

Since the long sword**t his chest, the cuckold suddenly sneered on his face. It was not because of some change. His face suddenly became so stiff that it was not under his control and could not put on a normal face.

The palm, which was only slightly thin and exposed with blue veins, suddenly stretched out and grabbed the blade. At the same time, the Taoist Zhun said in a strange voice: "Do you dare to look down on me? How do you know how much suffering I have suffered to be today?"

"Since that's the case, let you taste it now. What crimes have Grandpa Cyprus suffered?"

The speed of speaking is getting faster and faster, and later it is no longer like a human voice, and there is no way to distinguish anything.

Then, a "swish" sound rang out. It seemed that something was being said in the ups and downs, but it was not clear, and it was even more unlike human language. In short, as the sound in his mouth became louder and louder, the surrounding spiritual energy suddenly became vibrated and violent, as if something terrifying was brewing.

At this moment, the other palm of the insect Taoist suddenly stretched out, holding it straight toward it

Let's go.

"Swish" the entire sleeves wrapped around the arms were torn apart, and the whole arm swelled as if inflating the cloth was floating.

From the forearm to the palm, it instantly swelled to five or six times the size of the usual size. The skin was also stretched as thin as a cicada's wings. You can even clearly see the veins in the blood vessels, and then it floated darkly, and there were four bulges wandering inside.

All this happened in an instant, and when the strange arm attracted all the gazes, a dark light flashed, and it was accompanied by a strong smell of fishy smell.

With a "boom", the entire arm of the Taoist Cuckoo suddenly collapsed, not like a flesh and blood body. It was not like a red rain that filled the sky, but a large number of black spots suddenly appeared. It was like a mountain torrent that swept through mud and stones, wrapping Cao Zhuo, who was six feet away, and then rushing, directly into the air.

These torrents made of black dots were extremely powerful, and in an instant, they rolled Cao Zhuo and his long sword into the air ten feet high. Then they stopped rising, but instead rotated back and forth like a sphere, shrinking, and accompanied by endless "buzzing and buzzing sounds.

The Taoist in the Cymbus was swaying his empty arm, as if he had lost it was not his own body. He felt no feeling, and he sneered out loud. However, he could not see his mouth open and close, and it sounded like there were countless mouths in his body.

In just a moment, the expression on his face became less like a human, and he sometimes bulged with four bulges like beetles, crawling like this, from forehead to chin, the word "fear" was no longer enough to describe his horror at this time. Even the ghost that Zhang Fan had seen before was more like a human than him.

True Spirit Body-Devouring Art”

This is the secret technique of the Taoist Warrior, the killer bronze!

It was really unexpected that Zhang Fan sighed slightly. He thought it was time for him to appear, but Cao Zhuo's few words actually aroused the anger of Taoist Zhu, and forced him to give him a trump card.

At this time, Zhang Fan had already clearly seen the countless black dots, which were living spiritual insects. From this, he also recognized the martial arts practiced by the Taoist Ward.

The All Spirits Devouring Art is not a secret technique. Although it cannot be called a big deal, it is not difficult to get more spirit stones. However, due to various restrictions, there are not many people who practice it, and it can be described as unique.

A powerful technique is not difficult to obtain, but almost no one cares about it. I think it is necessary to know that there must be difficulties.

This is indeed the case. This technique was created by an invincible evil monk tens of thousands of years ago.

This person is called the Insect Demon, killing people in the wild and doing things recklessly. He was unable to control his life, and finally he practiced to the end of the God Transformation Period. Then, like other God Transformation Cultivators, he suddenly disappeared without a trace one day. He never appeared in the world of immortal cultivation again.

This technique is extremely powerful, but the difficulty of practicing is absolutely acceptable to people. Even if you are as strong as Zhang Fan, after seeing a brief introduction to this technique on the same day, you will not be shuddered and dare not have the idea of ​​practicing.

At the beginning of cultivation, you need to raise a large number of spiritual insects in captivity. Then, with secret medicine, you can let the spiritual insects eat their bodies every day, while enduring endless pain and cannot be isolated or suppressed. At the same time, you must use the magic tricks to communicate with your mind and soul, refine the essence and blood, and refine the spiritual insects that have eaten all their flesh and blood into heart-to-blood connections, similar to the existence of clones.

Starting from the limbs, gradually swallowing the whole body, and finally reconstructing a body composed of countless spiritual insects. This technique is considered a great success.

This technique is practiced by the foundation-building stage and the elixir-building cultivator, and can only be practiced to the extent that all the limbs are transformed into insects; in the Nascent Soul stage, except for the Nascent Soul, the entire body can be completely swallowed and turned into spirit insects. It is not until the God-Changing Stage that the All Spirits Devouring Art is considered to be practicing to the top and show unparalleled miraculous effects.

First, the things that the god-transforming monks must find are exempted from, and countless spiritual insects on their bodies can be used as support. In addition, the soul can see each spiritual insect on them. As long as one is not dead, the person will not die, and it can be considered an immortal body.)
Chapter completed!