At the moment when Feng Wuming self-destructed Life-Bound Gu, in the corner of Mountain Hollow's wooden house, an antique wooden box quietly opened.
A bloody worm that was as thick as a thumb and covered in mucus dragged its bloated body out of the wooden box. It carefully looked around with its black sesame-like eyes, and after confirming its direction, it crawled out of the door.
At first it moved very slowly, like a toddler, but soon it adapted and its speed increased several times.
In less than a quarter of an hour, it had disappeared, leaving only a line of disgusting mucus on the ground...
In the very center of the Mountain Hollow building complex, there is a three-story Wooden Tower that is several feet high. This is the core of the Ling Clan Lineage, where more than a hundred monks of the entire clan are practicing.
At this time, a blood-red worm slowly climbed up the stairs of Wooden Tower. Wooden Tower's defense Array showed no response. Even the two Early Qi Condensation monks guarding the door seemed unaware.
The worm entered Wooden Tower very smoothly.
The bottom floor of Wooden Tower were all Ling Clan Lineage underage monks. They sat cross-legged on Meditation Cushion and listened to the lecture of a white-haired old man at the front. Some were drowsy, and some were looking around, but no one noticed that a worm as thick as a thumb had arrived among them.
The worm crawled through the gap between Meditation Cushion with its head held high, its eyes constantly looking at their bodies, as if they were choosing a piece of clothing they liked.
But he did not find a satisfactory target among this group of people. Their bodies were too weak.
It soon followed the stairs to the second floor. The monks practicing here were older, and their cultivation levels generally reached Mid-to-Late Qi Condensation.
However, there is no goal that satisfies it.
So it came to the last level. There was only one person in the Ling Clan Lineage who was qualified to practice on the third level, and that was Ling Clan Patriarch——Ling Duanhe.
Ling Duanhe, who is nearly seventy years old, is wearing a gray Daoist robe, sitting cross-legged in the center of a Tai Chi Diagram, with his arms in his arms, and there is a certain special rhythm between his breathing and breathing.
Tai Chi Diagram is obviously a dead thing, but between this breath and each breath, the two interdependent but distinct parts seem to turn into two black and white fish, swimming around Ling Duanhe.
When the Bloody Worm saw this scene, human greed suddenly appeared in its eyes.
Ling Duanhe was immersed in the mystery of Tai Chi Diagram, and did not even notice the bloody worm approaching him quickly.
"Buzz..."
As soon as the worm approached, it was like a pebble thrown into a pond, ripples suddenly appeared, and eight illusory patterns appeared around it, which together with Tai Chi Diagram faintly formed a picture of Bagua Diagram.
Ling Duanhe woke up suddenly, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a flash of blood rushing towards him as fast as lightning.
"Tsk"
A small opening was torn out of his clothes and flesh in an instant, and then Ling Duanhe felt something penetrate into his body and move upstream quickly.
Ling Duanhe was shocked, and immediately ran Spiritual Power to force him out. Bagua Diagram was also in full glory at this moment, providing him with a steady stream of Spiritual Power.
With his efforts, the upward momentum of the worm was immediately curbed.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Ling Duanhe suddenly felt a stab of pain in his chest, and all the Spiritual Power he had gathered fell away at this moment.
The bloody worm seized the opportunity and directly invaded his Sea of Consciousness.
"Ah——"
Sea of Consciousness was invaded, and Ling Duanhe suddenly let out a shrill scream, as if ten thousand needles were pricking in his mind.
"You... what... you are."
"Jiejiejie, I originally planned to wait for you to break through Foundation Establishment before doing this, but I didn't expect to encounter this bastard Song Changsheng. I had no choice but to advance the plan."
A cold voice sounded in his mind, making Ling Duanhe feel a chill to his bones. This voice was too familiar to him.
"Yes... it's you. What do you want to do? Xue'er is kind enough to take you in. You want to repay kindness with enmity!"
Ling Duanhe's eyes widened in anger, and his voice trembled slightly due to extreme anger.
"Haha, I should really thank that beauty. I was hunted down and suffered heavy injuries. If it weren't for her, I might have died there.
Originally, I planned to leave after I recovered from my injury, but who would have thought that a little Qi Condensation Lineage would actually have such a treasure.
Don't you understand that even though a common man is innocent, he is guilty of possessing a treasure? Such a treasure is simply not something that an ant like Ling Clan can possess! "
"Feng Wuming, you... you are indeed not a good person. I was really blind back then!"
Ling Duanhe felt extremely regretful at this moment. Feng Wuming was "picked up" from outside Mountain Hollow by his granddaughter Ling Xue three years ago.
This person had a gloomy face and a cold aura, which made him very unhappy, but he couldn't bear Ling Xue's begging, so he had to reluctantly agree to take him in.
Over the past few years, although this person behaved very strangely, he had always behaved well. Moreover, he wanted to break through Foundation Establishment with the help of this accidentally acquired treasure, and over time he stopped paying attention to him.
Unexpectedly, one wrong thought can lead to endless disasters.
"What do you want to do? I, Ling Clan, am under the protection of the Rong Clan. If you dare to act recklessly, Rong Clan's master will never spare you!" For this reason, Ling Duanhe had no choice but to think of countermeasures while threatening the other party with words.
Unexpectedly, Feng Wuming smiled contemptuously and said, "You think too highly of yourself. You Ling Clan are almost like a grasshopper in their eyes. Do you think Rong Clan will care about you?"
Don't waste your efforts, obediently give up your body, and you will suffer less. "
"You want Body Seizure?" Ling Duanhe's complexion changed drastically. He endured the pain and regrouped Spiritual Power to force him out, but it had no effect at all.
"Hmph, if there is no better choice for the time being, you little Qi Condensation Cultivator is not even worthy of carrying my shoes, but you dare to resist, then don't blame me for being rude."
Feng Wuming's tone was gloomy and he directly began to force Body Seizure.
For a moment, Ling Duanhe felt like countless ants were eating his Divine Soul. The bone-breaking pain made him feel a little dazed.
Fortunately, the spiritual energy released by Tai Chi Diagram underneath him had been locked on his Divine Soul, which allowed him to retain a trace of clarity in this extreme pain.
Ling Duanhe knows in his heart that sooner or later he will be Body Seizure if this continues, which he cannot bear.
There was a trace of determination in his eyes, and he forced Spiritual Power to destroy his Dantian and meridians, so that even if Feng Wuming succeeded in destroying him, Body Seizure would become a useless person.
It's a pity that Qi Condensation Cultivator cannot self-destruct, otherwise he would definitely choose this more thorough method.
Feng Wuming soon discovered his intention, but he did not panic at all and said sarcastically, "Do you know why I didn't snatch this treasure directly? Because I need to borrow your Ling Clan family to help me go further.
So, in the past three years, all of you Ling Clan have been planted Gu Insect by me unknowingly. Do you think slaves can resist their masters? Ridiculous! "
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Duanhe was horrified to find that he had lost control of his body.
"Beast! You beast! I curse you to die... ah..."
With a scream, Ling Duanhe lowered his head, his whole body became silent, and Tai Chi Diagram's light also dimmed.
After a while, he raised his head again, with a cold smile on his face. He stood up and tried to move for a while, and then said in a hateful voice, "Song Changsheng, the hatred of destroying my body is irreconcilable. I will make sure that you cannot live without death!"
After saying that, he turned his gaze to Tai Chi Diagram at his feet, with a touch of greed in his eyes. "Baby, I finally got you!"
Reaching out to put away Tai Chi Diagram, Ling Duanhe, no, Feng Wuming climbed to the top of Wooden Tower through a hidden passage. From this position, the entire Ling Clan Lineage can be seen at a glance.
"This body is really too weak, and it can't even control a sword. Fortunately, it's finally time to reap the fruits."
Feng Wuming slowly opened his arms, as if to encompass the entire world, and then shouted like crazy, "Three-Turn Blood Spirit Gu!"
After the words fell, everyone in the Ling Clan felt itchy in their hearts, as if something was scratching inside.
Before they could understand what was going on, black blood began to flow out of someone's seven orifices, first a child, then an old man, and finally a young adult.
For a moment, panic began to spread, and the entire Ling Clan Lineage fell into chaos. In a panic, someone suddenly fell to the ground, and then a piece of Blood-Colored Centipede as thick as a chopstick crawled out of his mouth.
His collapse seemed to cause a chain reaction. More and more people fell bleeding in every corner of Mountain Hollow. In the end, no one stood between heaven and earth.
The black blood flowing out of their bodies soaked the land and formed a stream.
Next to this stream, there is another stream that is gradually converging. It is a torrent composed of Blood-Colored Centipede. The number is so large that it makes one's scalp numb just by looking at it.
They converge towards Wooden Tower with the same goal.
Seeing the originally vibrant Mountain Hollow turned into a living hell in his hands, Feng Wuming's face showed an expression of enjoyment. It had been a long time since he had used his power so unscrupulously. It was really nostalgic.
At this moment, a strange light group appeared in front of him, and Blood-Colored Centipede poured in continuously.
When the last centipede got in, the light outside the light group slowly dissipated, revealing a fist-sized sarcoma. With a sharp scream, a hole was torn open on the surface of the sarcoma, and an inch-long black centipede fell out of it.
Feng Wuming bent down to pick it up, and then threw it into his mouth with a feverish expression.
The next moment, the aura on his body suddenly began to surge...
Outside Mountain Hollow, Wu Yan, who had not yet left, was lying on a mountain. Having witnessed the whole process, he covered his mouth in horror.
He knew the figure on Wooden Tower. The last time he came to trade, he personally received it.
Although the person is still the same person, Wu Yan is sure in his heart that this is definitely not him!
"Didn't that senior go in? Why didn't he see anyone? Could it be that something unexpected happened to him?"
Wu Yan became more and more panicked as he thought about it. He wanted to run away, but he was afraid of disturbing the other party, so he had to restrain his breath and lay on the ground tremblingly.
On the other side, Song Changsheng is rushing back as fast as possible.
By the time he arrived, it was already too late. With just one glance, Song Changsheng almost lost his eyesight and fell off Flying Sword.
The originally prosperous Mountain Hollow became Death Qi at this moment. Countless corpses stained with Black Blood were scattered on the ground, with frightened and ferocious expressions still on their faces.
The soaring Blood Fiend Qi is suffocating.
Song Changsheng's body was trembling slightly. Seventy-eight thousand people, in a short period of time, all turned into cold corpses, not a single person was left alive.
How innocent are mortals...
The burning anger instantly swallowed up Song Changsheng. Looking at the figure standing on Wooden Tower, the murderous intention in his heart kept rising.
He had never wanted to die alone so much!
"Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, is this why you stay here?" Song Changsheng stared at Feng Wuming expressionlessly, like a volcano that might erupt at any time.
Feng Wuming looked at him without fear and said sarcastically, "You know, if it weren't for you, they could have lived a little longer."
"You used Life Gu to stage a Golden Cicada escape in front of me. If I were you, I should take this opportunity to run away. That way, you still have a chance to save a dog's life.
But you chose to stay. Do you think you can fight me with the power you gained from Wicked Path? What is it that gives you such an illusion? "
Song Changsheng looked down at Feng Wuming, as if he were the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment monk. There was no trace of arrogance in his tone, and he was extremely calm.
"Haha, Song Changsheng, you are really crazy.
I have been planning here for three years, just to refine Nine-Turn Blood Spirit Gu and help me break through the Purple Mansion Realm in one fell swoop. But because of you, I had to harvest it in advance and had to make new plans later.
First you found someone to severely injure me, then destroyed my body, and now you cut me off Dao Path, Song Changsheng, you must die today! "Feng Wuming's eyes were red and he roared loudly.
"Then come and try it."
Song Changsheng slowly raised his right hand, and an extremely dangerous aura suddenly emitted from his body. A large illusory seal appeared in his palm, and he turned his hand and pressed it down on Feng Wuming.
He didn't want to spend any more time with him.
"Minor Divine Ability [Mountain Overturning Seal] "
Looking at the big seal falling from the sky, even though he had broken through to Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, he still felt irresistible.
He had overestimated Song Changsheng's strength as much as possible, but he didn't expect that Song Changsheng would refresh his knowledge again and again with his actions.
If it had been before, he would have fled in panic, but since he dared to stay here, he naturally had something to rely on.
With a wave of his sleeves, Tai Chi Diagram slowly unfolded above his head, emitting a soft light.
Da Yin and Tai Chi Diagram collided together, making a deafening sound, like thunder on the ground.
Song Changsheng was almost blown away by the strong airflow. When he stabilized his body, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Minor Divine Ability was blocked by Tai Chi Diagram.