Chapter 314 Corpse Puppet
"One of my bug kings was destroyed!"
In the boundless sea, there is a huge stone island.
Shidao thousands of feet deep, dark cave.
A streak of blood shot out and stopped abruptly, revealing a monk with a gloomy face inside.
The monk is wearing a blood-colored robe. As the robe shakes, the blood light changes in depth. There are many faint insect shadows on the surface, which seem to be slowly wriggling inside the robe.
An insect with a body twisted from blood vessels and countless tiny blood-red tentacles at the end flew out of the darkness.
It is the blood coagulation worms that appeared in large numbers on the archipelago.
The blood worm flapped its two pairs of pale red wings, and made a strange cry at the blood-robed monk.
Immediately, the blood-colored magic robe on the monk's body glowed with blood, and blood was bubbling from the blood-clotting worm cavity, and it got into the blood robe from nowhere, and turned into one of the countless worm shadows.
Blood seeped into the robe, making the robe a little darker.
"Oh? Is there anyone in this sea area who can kill your blood clotting worm king?"
A soft voice sounded from not far away.
The owner of the voice is a short monk, only reaching the waist height of a normal person.
In front of him, a corpse stood quietly.
The short monk's fingers softened and split into a brush shape. His arms were elongated and soft as if they were boneless, and they penetrated through the dark and hollow pupils in the ears of the corpse.
After a few breaths, the arm stretched out and returned to its normal appearance, with some remnants of the original owner's death remaining on the fingertips.
Behind him, there are dozens of blue-gray mounds, like graves, with a human-skin flag planted on each mound, and many weird runes drawn on the surface.
From time to time, there was a slight vibration from the mound, which made the flag tremble, as if something evil was buried inside.
Whether it is a blood-robed monk or a short boneless monk, they all have cultivation bases in the late stage of foundation establishment.
"Each blood clotting worm king is closely related to my mind, and I can naturally perceive its death."
The blood-robed monk said with great distress that the worm king needs to be killed from hundreds of thousands of ordinary blood-clotting worms, and it is extremely difficult to breed. It took him decades to have three worm kings.
Each worm king has a certain spiritual intelligence, can control a large number of ordinary blood coagulation worms, and its ability to **** and store blood is more than ten times that of ordinary blood coagulation worms.
So precious and rare, how can he not be angry and sad!
"hey-hey!"
The little monk sneered and laughed, and the skin was shaking constantly in the laughter, as if there was no flesh and blood to support it.
"Hunting geese all day long, sooner or later the eyes will be pecked by geese. I told you earlier, don't go to pay attention to the monks in the archipelago, just eat some sea fish and sea beasts honestly."
"But you just didn't listen, you were greedy for the wonderful taste of human blood, and you missed it?"
He brushed the corpse in front of him inch by inch, as if he was creating the most exquisite artwork in the world.
"What's the use of sarcastic remarks at this time?"
The blood-robed monk replied sadly.
"If it weren't for these worms of mine controlling many casual practitioners and sucking the blood from their bodies, you could get so many corpse puppets so easily? Can you clean them up so easily?"
The corpses painted by the short monks are called corpse puppets, and the refining method is extremely vicious.
A complete monk corpse is required, the blood inside is drained, all the muscles and organs are taken out, leaving only the skin and bones.
This kind of corpse puppet is much more difficult to refine than ordinary puppets, but the advantages are also obvious, stronger, more means, and easier to control.
"It should be a big disciple on a certain island or some immortal family who took action to deal with your spirit worm."
The short monk speculated that the insect king possessed extremely high spiritual intelligence. If he found several foundation-building monks ambushing him, he would definitely run away and would not deal with it head-on.
Only those big disciples with a lot of means, or the old monks who have accumulated for many years, can quickly solve the blood coagulation worm king one-on-one.
"Maybe."
The blood-robed monk suppressed the anger in his heart.
"You want to take revenge? But do you know who it is?"
"If you don't know, if there is a big disturbance and attracts a lot of attention, wouldn't we have wasted the past few years?"
"Until you find that secret realm, I suggest you not to cause trouble. After you find it, I won't care what you do."
The little monk's tone showed some warning.
The two got a strange treasure by chance. From the above few words, they deduced that there was an undiscovered secret realm hidden in the waters of the Infinite Sea, so they hibernated on the stone island together and searched for the location of the secret realm.
Unfortunately, more than two years have passed, and there is still no trace of the secret realm. The blood in the robe of the blood-robed monk has consumed a lot, so he replenishes it nearby.
At the beginning, the target was on the surrounding sea fish and sea beasts, but as time passed, it shifted to go to the sea and Sanxiu, and finally even wanted to sneak into the islands, so as to have a full meal.
Unexpectedly, he lost a rare blood clotting worm king.
"I'll play it safe."
The blood-robed monk turned into a beam of blood and flashed into the dark cave.
In Lingtian.
Lu Xuan sat firmly on the Diaoyutai during this period of time, without any influence from the outside world.
After solving the evil crisis on Kongming Island, his task has been completed, and all other follow-ups are handed over to Song Yu.
During the period, there were also foundation-building monks from other islands. After the family forces learned that the problem of the evil spirits on Kongming Island had been resolved, they approached them and asked Lu Xuan for help.
Lu Xuan used his injury as an excuse to politely refuse, and basically stayed in the yard, cultivating spiritual plants and raising spiritual beasts.
I learned from Song Yu that after half a month after the blood clotting worms ravaged the monks of the archipelago, they all disappeared overnight.
I don't know if they have all been resolved, or they have fled the islands on their own initiative.
Lu Xuan did not slacken the slightest bit of slack in his heart, he was very clear that there were traces of evil cultivators standing behind these evil insects.
But to be able to breed evil insects equivalent to the early stage of foundation establishment, the strength of the people behind the scenes is likely to be above the middle stage of foundation establishment.
He was not careless because of this, and even made an appointment with Shi Zhong and Zhou Bingyu to watch and help each other.
For the invasion of the evil insects, due to the well-prepared Kongming Island and Lu Xuan's thunderous attack, the evil insects were completely eliminated in the first place, so the losses in the surrounding sea area were minimal.
The casual cultivators died the most. Only a few mid-level Qi cultivators of the Song family died, and some of them were injured.
Among the rest of the islands, due to the lag in news and the relative weakening of strength, Chongning Island is among the ranks of heavy losses.
In addition to a similar number of casual cultivators, several high-level Qi training monks died in the Ning family.
After Lu Xuan got a general idea of the situation in the archipelago, he stopped paying attention and concentrated on his spiritual field.
The egg of the third-grade rock-shelled tortoise is about to break out of its shell under the efforts of Feng Falcon's chubby belly.
Make a change.
(end of this chapter)