"After so many years, don't you know there is something called a space soul guide?"

"That's right... no! You want to exhaust your brother to death with such a big jar!"

Tianmeng's short legs were waving wildly, expressing his protest spirit. The big jar was taller than Ye Qing. According to that diameter, Tianmeng could definitely be put in. Although he was of higher age, the quality of the silk was stronger. However, this silk improved its own toughness rather than its diameter.

The silk he spit out was still the kind of transparent silk thread. The big jar filled with it was definitely a rhythm of squeezing it out of strength.

"How can you, a million-year-old soul beast, confuse with those ordinary silkworms? Come and spit silk, one tank is enough."

An ordinary silkworm may only spit silk once in his life, and weave the silk into its own cocoons. Don’t underestimate the ordinary mulberry silkworm. The silkworms with fingers are hundreds of meters long. After being wrapped around, they finally look like a cocoon.

But that was just ordinary silkworms. When they had soul power and became soul beasts, all this had changed. Spinning silk gradually evolved into a skill. Thousand-year-old ice silkworms can spin silk countless times. Because thousand-year-old ice silkworms are already rare, people usually capture them and continuously obtain silk through periodic stimulation.

Even if Tianmeng is weak, his cultivation level for nearly one million years is there. Although it will be very tiring to spit this tank of silk with the energy in his body, it will definitely not cause any damage. He has been sucked by so many super soul beasts for so many years, and although the reason for the control of the soul beasts is also related to his total value.

Moreover, his energy is obtained from swallowing a large amount of Xuan Ice Marrow that is very consistent with his own attributes, so his silk will be even better. The reason why he objected so was because it would be very tiring. Of course, he could calculate that this amount would not hurt him, but would definitely be squeezed dry.

The feeling of being hollowed out is not very wonderful.

"Actually, I remembered it wrong. I have forgotten the skill of spitting silk. If you have to believe me, Brother Tianmeng never lie... Wait! What are you doing with your paws?"

On Ye Qing's fingertips, the sharp claws that belonged to the Tianroud were slowly extended, and they were also looking at Tianmeng, as if they were studying where to start.

"If you can't spit out silk, you have to take off your silkworm. It should be almost the same."

"It's too bad, okay? I'm a silkworm and not a cicada. What's the use of silkworms taking off? I know, I'll just spit silk. It's true. I squeeze the weak, pitiful and helpless me every day."

Seeing that Ye Qing would not give up until he achieved his goal, Tianmeng began to spin silk honestly. Circles of silk quickly piled up at the bottom of the large tank, and a considerable amount of silk piled up like this.

"Don't be afraid of being tired. Maybe you can turn into a cocoon into a butterfly after spitting a few more days. Although if possible, your chances of turning into a big flapping moth will be higher. But isn't your ice silkworm tribe a cocoon into a butterfly?"

Tianmeng interrupted the spinning of silk and began to think about Ye Qing's problem. The ice silkworms must have become ice moths. Otherwise, the ice silkworms in the extreme north would have been extinct long ago, and the larvae would not have the ability to lay eggs. He was very sure of this.

But he had never seen a living ice moth, nor had he shown any sign of turning into a cocoon.

This has a lot to do with the climate in the far north. Extreme cold all year round is not friendly to flying insects, so the only thing ice silkworms that become ice moths have to do is to find a spouse to lay eggs and maintain the continuation of the race.

In order to survive, an ice moth lays tens of thousands of eggs at a time, and the ice moth will die afterwards due to exhaustion of physical strength. Therefore, Tianmeng has never seen a living ice moth. Of course, this has a lot to do with his life eating and sleeping and eating reincarnation.

After filling the large tank with silk, Tianmeng did not complain, but rolled into the corner like a corpse and began to think about the birth of silkworms. Now he will never have anything other than mental power or silk spinning, but if he can evolve into an ice moth, it will be a qualitative change for him.

Ye Qing put away the silk and left here. He just reminded Tianmeng that although luck accounts for most of the reason for his current situation, luck is also part of his strength. In addition to the Demon Whale King and Di Tian, ​​Tianmeng should be considered the soul beast with the highest cultivation level in theory. If he can evolve, it will also be a great help to the soul beast.

...........

"grown ups."

"Well, the Empress Dowager you mentioned before lacks a gift that is worth a lot of money on his birthday. What do you think of this?" He handed over some of Tianmeng's silk to Zhu Qinluo. It is logical that there is nothing more suitable for an old man than Qingming Shou Pill.

However, the existence of this Empress Dowager has no advantages in a certain country, so the old man would let her die. She is a hundred years old, and except for the hidden ancestor, the Xingluo Royal Family belongs to her greatest generation.

Although the Soul Saint's cultivation level made her not as silly as an ordinary old man, her life journey was basically here. The birthday of Xingluo was held very grandly because it was probably the last time.

"Is this...ice silk? Although this thing is rare, it can be found. If you use these directly, those people will not let it go."

Zhu Qinluo thought it was the ice silk before, but after looking carefully, she discovered the difference between the silk thread, a faint golden light flowing on the snow-white silk.

"Ice silk with nearly one million years of cultivation, but you'd better say it's ten thousand years of silk. Anyway, no one has seen ten thousand years of ice silk." Ye Qing didn't feel heartbroken about anything he gave to Xingluo, because he had long regarded Xingluo as something in his pocket.

What's so distressing about changing left and right pockets? Besides, this thing seems to be as much as you want. As long as Tianmeng is still there, he can continue to spit silk. As for him, it's nothing if he really becomes Tianmeng ice moth. What's the moth? Bada butterfly, it's still possible to spit silk?

"I understand, but sir, there is one more thing you have to do."

"What's wrong?"

"Wan Ze intends to completely win the trust of Dai Qingkun through this birthday, so he hopes we can arrange an assassination."

"Assassination?"

"Yes, he plans to stage a scene of sacrificing his life to protect his master. Although it is old-fashioned, it is effective, and it is best to achieve the effect of looking very serious. It is also very serious when he is cured without affecting life safety."

"Does he have any other requests?"

"Uh... He said that if he could, it would be better to escape immediately without a single blow, so that Xingluo could feel that the person coming was just an ordinary assassin."

Listening to this series of requirements, Ye Qing suddenly felt that no one was available under his command in this situation. If he had a head-on attack, he could arrange hundreds of different ways, but this kind of requirement was required. The soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest, including Sima Jinchi, could not meet this requirement.
Chapter completed!