In Zhang Wuwu's hand, the ravine pattern suddenly opened the mouth of the blood basin like a black hole, and the force of whale sucking pulled dozens of people in his hand.

So they can only struggle desperately, but it is meaningless.

Specks floated from their bodies, and then all of them were stored in Zhang Wuwu's palm.

All they were left with was endless screams, but they couldn't make much noise.

Seeing this, the old man's chest rose and fell violently, and his hands began to seal, and in a short time, a thin layer of enchantment was wrapped around his body.

Zhang Wuwu watched the old man's movements and didn't care, but after blinking, he saw that the old man actually took out a scroll-like thing from his arms.

The old man spread out the scroll and floated in the air, and then his eyes were closed, and there were words in his mouth, and when he smelled it, it was not the Chinese language of Chinese merchants, nor Sanskrit, but it had a little meaning of island bird language.

"Dragon!" Zhang Wuwu's voice directly resounded in the ears of the four-legged insect.

The mouth of the four-legged insect, which was still gnawing on the fat flesh and bones, immediately looked at the battlefield, and suddenly burst out of the soup pot and attached itself to the old man's barrier.

I didn't see how it moved, and with a small mouth, the old man's enchantment was swallowed directly into its stomach.

Although the old man's spiritual sense was also aware of it, he did not dare to stop reciting the incantation.

"¥%......%&*" The old man whimpered, and when he finished reading the last sentence of the bird's language, he finally let go of his hanging heart.

Zhang Wuwu may not know what the scroll in front of him is, but he understands that it is the only magic weapon he relies on to survive.

It was a blessing he had received from an old man when he was still in the Emperor's Mausoleum, and this scroll was said to be able to jump over the barriers of space, and to come to him in an instant from a distant place.

Now that he's finished chanting the incantation, he's definitely out of the battlefield by now.

With a little peace of mind, the old man slowly opened his eyes, he wanted to quickly identify the lower position and report the situation to his master first.

But the first thing that caught my eye was a strange-looking little creature that looked like a bug with four legs.

This little guy is a four-legged worm.

The four-legged worm squatted on top of the scroll, underneath its buttocks, and the scroll had been poked open by it.

Just as the old man looked at the four-legged insect suspiciously, Zhang Wuwu's big control subordinates, and after the dozens of people let out a final scream, they were finally completely wiped out, and all the useful energy was devoured by Zhang Wuwu.

As for the useless residue, it directly turned into powder and disappeared between heaven and earth.

The old man was awakened by this scream, and when he looked up, Zhang Wuwu was still in front of him!

Immediately frightened to death.

And Zhang Wuwu also walked over after cleaning up those little minions, just now he didn't want to stop the old man, but he wanted to stay alive, and by the way, he had to get the scroll in his hand.

Since this scroll can only understand the language of birds, it means that the person who made the scroll must also be from an island country.

Zhou Yunsen, the pavilion master of Jiangcheng Vientiane Pavilion, didn't a person named Tang San say that the island country was a descendant that he inadvertently left behind more than a thousand years ago.

And with the passage of time, his descendants have gradually forgotten who their ancestors were, and only blindly worshipped the gods of the West, and then shaped their own gods.

The old man watched Zhang Wuwu slowly approach, but his heart gradually calmed down, he was ready to die!

"Are you from an island country?" Zhang Wuwu put away the scroll and looked at a hole on it, he didn't care, because he could still repair that little hole, not to mention, what he wanted to know was how the lines on it were depicted.

And not to gain the power of this scroll.

"Where birds don't poop?" the old man asked rhetorically.

"Isn't it?" Zhang Wuwu also asked rhetorically.

"I am a dignified Chinese businessman, how can I compare with the people of the island, sir, even if I am in prison now, but please respect me!"

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, no matter who was dying, I am afraid that he would not want to be slandered by others, the most important thing is that the people of the island country have always been known for their beasts, how could he be willing to be a beast.

"Well, you really don't look like an islander, the islanders are short in stature and savage, and in Darwin's words, their evolution is not yet complete!" Zhang Wuwu pondered for a long time, and then denied the idea that the old man was an islander.

But the old man's incantation just now was indeed the language of birds.

The old man listened to Zhang Wuwu's words, turned his head sideways and pondered, and his eyes widened a lot.

I didn't pay too much attention to it at the beginning, but after Zhang Wuwu said this, don't say it, in the emperor's tomb, the predecessors who have always respected in my heart are not very consistent with these characteristics that Zhang Wuwu said.

Could it be that senior......

Thinking of this, the old man didn't dare to think about it anymore, because this kind of thing was too terrifying.

However, Zhang Wuwu felt something from his reaction, his eyes lit up, and he slapped his palm on the old man's shoulder, and in an instant, the old man's shoulder collapsed directly.

"Do you know why I didn't kill you?" Zhang Wuwu looked at the old man, his eyes black and white, as if he was brewing an extremely terrifying attack.

When the old man heard this, he was slightly stunned, and his eyes that looked at Zhang Wuwu were a little confused.

Judging from Zhang Wuwu's breath, he could indeed destroy himself with one palm, but he didn't do it.

The old man was puzzled.

Zhang Wuwu shouted at the old man, "Look at me!"

The old man was startled by Zhang Wuwu's sudden intimidation, and Zhang Wuwu's eyes also shot out two strange clouds of brilliance at this time.

Guanghua invaded the old man's soul from his eyes, and after a while, he completely occupied the old man's soul.

"Tell me, who's involved in this?"

Zhang Wuwu's voice resounded in the old man's mind.

But the old man replied mechanically, "Those involved in this matter are Young Master Bo from Shangdu, Young Master Wang, Young Master Li, Hua Qiwen, and Tang Shengshi have also sent people here, and as for Yecheng, there are also Mo Yinghao, Pang Guang, and Wei Tianhe!"

"Wei Tianhe is also involved?" Zhang Wuwu was a little surprised, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood that this kid must be completely out of action now.

The four-legged insect on the side looked at this scene, and couldn't help shaking their little heads, patrolling back and forth on the two of them.

"Boss, if you devour his soul directly, won't you be able to get his memory? Why do you have to go to such great lengths to confuse his soul?"

"What? Can I still swallow his memories?"

"Why can't you? you just swallow his soul whole, don't ask for everything like you just did, you can just split his soul!"

The four-legged insect explained, and when it came to this devouring ability, perhaps it understood it more clearly.