More than 100 million spiritual insects tirelessly fought, gnawed, and devoured their own kind. Gradually, their aura began to become stronger and stronger, and the survivors became more and more ferocious.
Their bodies began to be covered with blood mist, and there were layers of mysterious blood runes on their carapace, just like demonic insects that had just walked out of hell, and their eyes became very ferocious.
If he were not an ordinary insect-controlling monk, he would have been killed by the spiritual insects at this moment.
Could it be that Wei Han used the Bloodline Spiritual Contract Technique? Although the spirit insects became stronger when they devoured the same kind, could it be that the power of the Spiritual Contract in the bloodline was also increasing, so there was no disobedience, and they were still as good as the finger-arms.
Easy to control.
After all the crazy swallowing attempts, the number of spiritual insects is declining sharply!
After three days and three nights of fighting, the number of hundreds of millions of spiritual insects slowly dropped to less than three million.
Each of them devoured dozens of the same kind, and each of them was the best one who emerged alive from thousands of fights. Naturally, they broke through the bloodline restrictions and reached the third level.
"Buzz buzz!"
The third-order spiritual insects all over the sky are ready to continue fighting.
However, Wei Han had already called out in distress, and at the same time, he raised his legs to release the giant monster corpses from the storage ring, allowing them to silently eat and replenish themselves.
After advancing, all three types of spiritual insects have made a qualitative leap.
The gold-devouring ants have turned into beings larger than fists. Each ant is blood red and looks quite ferocious. It is estimated that even the third-level peak magic weapon may not be able to withstand its gnawing power. It is even more invulnerable to fire and water if it is covered with a carapace.
Intrusive, domineering and complete.
The dream butterfly has also grown a few times, and when its wings are spread out, it is the size of an eagle.
At the same time, the black and red appearance of the whole body is a bit confusing. When the wings flutter, it not only releases an amazing psychedelic mist, but is also surrounded by a faint breath of flames, and can release flame attacks at any time!
There is no change in the size of the Soul-eating Insect.
So it gained a new color-changing ability.
When flying in mid-air, the body will appear transparent, and when flying to other objects, it will quickly change the same color, and it is difficult to detect with a spiritual scan, making it almost impossible to be naturally invisible.
At the same time, their speed has greatly increased!
The devouring power of wrong consciousness has also become very alarming.
Wei Han endured the severe pain and let the Soul-Eating Insect accidentally bite him. Even his powerful consciousness was torn into a large piece. The pain was so painful that his soul seemed to be trembling, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
You can imagine that if you are approached by a soul-eating insect during a battle, whether the enemy is controlling a flying sword or casting a spell, you will definitely suffer huge interference.
"Not bad!"
The more Wei Han looked at it, the more satisfied he became.
Although the number of spiritual insects has plummeted, has their level increased?
Now that the three major spirit insect races have reached the early stage of the third level, and the shackles in their bloodlines have disappeared, there will be no obstacles until at least the fourth level.
You need to feed them enough blood food now, and they will return to their previous population size within a year and a half, and their strength will be guaranteed to be hundreds of times greater.
"Before the advancement, relying on the population size and the large formation of insects in the sky, most of the early stage fourth-level monsters cannot escape their encirclement and killing, and human monks are good at teleportation. Have you never tried it?"
"If the number of spiritual insects recovers after that breakthrough, will their strength be able to overwhelm ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators of the human race?"
The key question came to Wei Han's mind!
After pondering for a moment, he thought that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators would certainly not be able to deal with the spirit insect army, and would it be equally difficult for them to surround and kill a Nascent Soul cultivator.
After all, can that old fox live for a thousand years?
If you have a little bit of strength, you can teleport away, and there are so many different life-saving leg segments that it would be difficult to keep them alive with just three kinds of spiritual insects.
"Unless it's used in a forbidden air formation!"
Wei Han's lips curved into a smile.
Various ideas keep popping up from the bottom of my heart.
With the ability to connect hundreds of millions of spiritual insects in the Zhoutian Insect Formation and evolve the thousands of formations in the East, he controlled the spirit insects to perform the Forbidden Space Legs and Arms⒎Send the Boar Clothesё≡Infant Monk.
It's just a joke, it's just speculation!
You have to try it to know whether it works or not.
Wei Han swung out a large number of monster corpses from the storage ring with his legs, and allowed them to pile up like a mountain to serve as blood food for the spiritual insects. Then he jumped back to the training platform to prepare elixirs.
At that moment, a picture of water waves appeared in the sky in the cave world.
Xiao Qing's delicate figure appeared on the screen, and she said respectfully: "Young Master, Master Xu invites you!"
"knew!"
Wei Han was not surprised that he made this mistake, so he nodded in agreement casually.
He knows the peculiarity of the space artifact. Once there is any movement from the outside world, it will automatically float on the copper surface to check, so that people will not be ignorant of the outside world, and at the same time, they can communicate with outsiders perfectly.
Of course, Xiaoqing can’t see his own!
He was quite satisfied with such a humanized function.
What does Bu Nao Master Xu Suwan want from him?
Wei Han stepped out of the cave world with doubts in his mind, then shrank the Void Dharma Temple and stored it outside his Dantian. Then he looked at Xu Qing who was waiting aside. He should know what was going on, right?
"Young Master, someone is coming from Litian Holy Land." Xu Qing reminded in a hoarse voice.
"oh?"
Wei Han's brows furrowed slightly, revealing a trace of doubt.
Litian Holy Land, like Zixiao Holy Land, is not one of the twelve behemoths in the Sea of Ten Thousand Stars. Since the mountain gate is located not far from Zixiao Holy Land, the relationship between the two holy lands has always been good and bad.
When there are common interests, the two parties become as good as one family.
If there were any disagreements, the disciples of the two sects would inevitably want to fight each other to the death.
How has the relationship between the two holy places changed over the past tens of thousands of years? The overt and covert competition between the disciples of the two sects has not diminished at all. It is also common for all kinds of things to rise and fall. Is it possible that the wrong party will come back next time?
Troublesome?
"Hurry up!"
Wei Han sneered nonchalantly.
Why do you think so much? There is a high ceiling when the sky falls.
The reason why he found the Zixiao Holy Land as a backer was because he could worry less about those messy things and practice peacefully. That's why he didn't think too much about things that cost his brain. He just went as the master told him to, and the soldiers will stop the water.
Just cover it up with soil!
Outside the main meeting hall of Hanging Mountain!
At this moment, Master Xu Suwan and Uncle Jiang Yuan were both there. A middle-aged monk who was as handsome and elegant as the breeze and the moon was walking across from them.
The three of them walked away from each other, each enjoying tea!
Gu Mingyue and a cold-faced young man with a paralyzed face holding a sword were standing respectfully behind their respective masters. The young man with a paralyzed face was obviously not someone brought by the elegant middle-aged monk.
"Disciple Wei Han, pay homage to the master, meet the uncle, and meet the senior sister!"
Wei Han stepped forward despite everyone's attention.
While saluting gracefully and wantonly, he looked at the two strangers outside the hall. When they met each other's eyes, they both looked at each other with a trace of exploration.