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Chapter 1,175 The Crazy Insect King
In the southern part of Iron Island, among the icebergs, Ren Ting looked at the swarm of ice-walking insects playfully, but did not take action immediately. He seemed to want to play with them slowly, with a faintly evil smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Ren Ting can indeed kill the Ice-Walking Insect King with the golden griffon, but it cannot be as simple and easy as using the 'Fake·Trapped Divine Bell'...
The pursuit of power exists in the heart of almost every cultivator, especially Ren Ting. It is the first time in his life that he has a sacred artifact and has mastered such a powerful power.
Killing earth beasts is as easy as squeezing an ant to death. Even king-level heavenly beasts can only tremble in front of him and let him slaughter them. For him, this feeling is really wonderful!
Ren Ting was filled with reluctance when he thought about having to return this top-level sacred weapon to his great-grandfather after the trial, so he could only try his best to feel this power now.
The ice-walking insects saw Ren Ting's invasion and witnessed countless of their kind dying under the big bell. They did not dare to take the initiative at all. They squirmed their fat bodies and quickly evacuated from the edge of collapse and moved closer to the center of the nest.
Among the many ice worms, Zheng Feng saw a distinctive large ice worm. It was dark blue and extremely fat. There seemed to be something strange in its translucent abdomen, which was emitting a faint blue light.
At this time, Ren Ting took out a heaven-level token, which exuded a faint blue light. He compared it with the color of the light source on the abdomen of the Ice-walking Insect King. The two colors were highly similar. He smiled evilly and confirmed what was in the Insect King's belly.
It must be the correct order of heaven.
Ren Ting flipped his hand to control the 'Fake·Trapped Divine Bell' and crush it towards the Insect King. Under the lock of the sacred weapon, the ice-walking insects had no power to fight back. As long as the big bell pressed, the ice-walking insects seemed to be hit.
He was unable to move, just like a body-holding spell, and was crushed into pulp by the big clock.
The Ice-Walking Insect King, who should have the power of a king, is now hiding in the sea of insects. Not only does he not have the slightest intention to fight, his fat body is still trembling...
"This big clock is so terrifying. Doesn't using this big clock require energy consumption?"
Zheng Feng's face was solemn. No wonder Zhu Bing was afraid of Ren Ting before. This is not at the level of a trialist, but the power of a saint.
"The sacred weapon is not a martial spirit. It does not require the host to maintain it with a large amount of soul power. Energy is indeed required to drive any weapon, but the sacred weapon is an extraordinary weapon. The laws of heaven and earth have been engraved inside, and it can actively absorb energy from heaven and earth."
Taiwei explained: "The Imitation Sleeping God Bell is a top-level sacred weapon. It cannot be underestimated to absorb energy independently. With Ren Ting's current strength, he simply cannot bring out the true power of this top-level sacred weapon. The big bell itself can be self-sufficient."
Self-sufficient, maybe there is extra energy to share with Ren Ting."
Zheng Feng knew that the Holy Crystal could independently absorb energy from heaven and earth, but he never thought that even the Holy Artifact had this ability. As expected, items directly related to the Holy Word could no longer be viewed as mortal objects. He waited with bated breath, looking for something he could take action on.
Chance.
The golden griffon wanted to fly away from the Ice Insect King, but under Ren Ting's order, the speed was slow. It seemed that Ren Ting wanted to enjoy the pleasure of this killing spree more.
Under Ren Ting's pressure, the ice-walking insects actually began to devour the same kind around them. Because the size of the ice-walking insect king is several times that of ordinary ice insects, it is not difficult at all to swallow it. One bite is enough.
The ice-walking insect did not dare to resist, and after being swallowed, it melted instantly, while the ice-walking insect king was darker in color, larger in size, and its aura was constantly increasing.
Zheng Feng once heard that people who keep poisonous insects would catch all kinds of poisonous insects, starve them for a few days, put them in the same container, and then seal the container.
Under the trend of hunger, the poisonous insects will start to hunt and devour each other in order to survive. In the end, one insect will survive and eat all the insects. The surviving poisonous insects will be called "gu".
Devouring the same kind to strengthen oneself seems to be an innate instinct of species such as insects, scorpions and centipedes. It can only be activated under special circumstances. For example, if people who keep poisons use hunger to stimulate this instinct in them, you can watch it.
It is the desire to survive that activates the instinct of poisonous insects.
Now Ren Ting's cruel killing is the biggest crisis of survival for the Ice-Walking Insect King. In order to survive, its hidden instinct finally awakens, it devours crazily, and grows rapidly.
Not only Zheng Feng, Ren Ting naturally also noticed the strange behavior of the Ice-Walking Insect King, but he did not stop it. Instead, he stopped and gave enough time for the Ice-Walking Insect King to devour its kind.
"Even if you struggle before your death, no matter what kind of struggle you make, the result will not change at all!"
The stronger the Ice-Walking Insect King becomes, the more sense of accomplishment Ren Ting will feel after killing it. As for the danger involved, he doesn't care about it at all. He seems to have the Divine Bell in his hand, and he may not be able to hurt it when the holy beast comes.
He, how could he be afraid of a mere ice-walking insect king? He sneered: "Eat, just eat, I want to see how far you can hold on!"
In just a few minutes, the Ice-Walking Insect King devoured dozens of its kind. It was originally more than ten meters tall, but now it has swollen and plump, reaching tens of meters in size, several times its original size. The soul power in its body has also been reduced.
The heaven level soared to the upper heaven level, surpassing two stages in a row.
This method of forcibly improving strength in a short period of time is an ability that many soul beasts have. It is impossible to improve infinitely. There will always be a limit, and it is likely that there will be certain sequelae.
Seeing the extremely fat body of the Ice-Walking Insect King, Zheng Feng knew that the upper heaven level was already the limit of this Insect King. Although there were still countless Ice-Walking Insects in the nest for the Ice-Walking Insect King to devour, if they continued to devour
If it goes down, it will push itself to death first without waiting for Ren Ting to take action.
The Ice-Walking Insect King was now completely dark blue, not as crystal clear as it was at the beginning. The iron ice armor on the surface showed a hint of gold from time to time. He finally stopped trembling, opened his mouth and let out a harsh roar at Ren Ting.
Zheng Feng didn't expect that the ice-walking insect could actually scream, and the scream was so harsh. Countless cracks appeared in the hard iron ice under the sound waves. I'm afraid even someone with earth-level cultivation would be able to scream without special ear protection.
I was stunned by this harsh sound wave.
Although the sonic attack was an indiscriminate range attack, the ice-walking insects had no hearing, so the insect swarm was not harmed.
Zheng Feng did not dare to use his soul power to defend himself, fearing that the generated fluctuations would attract Ren Ting's attention, which would result in failure. He had no choice but to endure it. Fortunately, his physical body was far superior to that of ordinary people, so he was able to endure it, but his eardrums also felt a dull pain.
It has to be said that it was indeed a wise decision for Zhu Bing not to follow him. Otherwise, he would probably be unable to withstand the sonic attack and fall into coma. Needless to say, what would happen to a living person if he fell unconscious in the sea of insects...
Ren Ting waved his hand, and a golden beam of light came down like a divine bell, protecting him from the sound wave attacks. He looked at the Ice-Walking Insect King with contempt and said: "Give you enough time to devour your own kind. Originally,
I thought you would become so powerful, but I didn't expect it to be just this level. It really disappoints me. Sure enough, a bug is a bug, and it is impossible to turn a bug into a dragon."
This indiscriminate sonic attack would achieve extraordinary results if used against the minions in the human sea tactic, but if used against Ren Ting, it would obviously be far from perfect and would not be able to pose even the slightest threat.
"If that's all you have, you can go and die." Ren Ting's eyes finally showed a hint of murderous intent, and the size of the trapped clock quickly grew, from a few meters to dozens of meters, chasing the Ice-Walking Insect King, and even
Go ahead and shine brightly!
The Ice-Walking Insect King couldn't help but tremble slightly, but did not run away, because it was locked by the sacred weapon. Even if it wanted to escape, it would be impossible to escape, and it would expose even greater flaws.
The Insect King opened his mouth again, and a continuous stream of ice threads spit out from the depths of his throat. Countless ice threads quickly wrapped around the Imitation Magic Bell, forming a huge ice cocoon from which no trace of golden light could shine through.
I couldn't feel the pressure of the holy weapon, as if it was sealed.
Ice silk looks delicate and soft, but it is actually made from the body fluids of the insect king. It is extremely tough, with the defense of iron ice and the viscosity of the body fluids of the ice-walking insects.
Once entangled by ice threads, it is difficult to break free, and the more you struggle, the tighter the ice threads will be, making you extremely painful, like being tortured by a thousand cuts!
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