Ning Zimo picked up Chu Yu, who was temporarily unconscious, and adjusted her posture by the way to make her more comfortable. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Even in an unconscious coma, Chu Yu would subconsciously twist his body, wanting to get closer to Ning Zimo, and muttered indistinctly in his mouth.

Such an aimless search is not a way at all, and although it is dawn outside, it is now deep underground, and there is no light at all.

Looking at the black mud and rocks all around, I really couldn't tell the direction.

Close your eyes and let out a long breath to calm down as quickly as possible.

When I opened my eyes again, the clarity in my eyes returned, sweeping away the turmoil just now.

As he walked, he took a closer look at the surrounding ironclad ant nests.

This time, Ning Zimo walked very slowly, no longer blindly and quickly looking for the largest nest where the ant king was.

Rather, it is to look for clues to the survival of ironclad ants.

Obviously, there are so many holes, but not a single ironclad ant has never been encountered, which is not a normal situation.

After another half an hour of going around and around, I finally saw crawling marks at the entrance of one of the most inconspicuous nests.

The traces are so small that they are not easy to spot without looking closely.

This should be the size of a newborn ironclad ant.

And it is the peculiar punctate crawling trajectory of the twelve tentacles of the ironclad ant.

Due to the large number of tentacles, the signs of their movement will be dense, and they will have a regular shape of six points on the left and right, which is the best way to distinguish.

Following this tiny trace, it didn't take long for the trail to be broken at a pile of skulls.

When I went into the depths, I had seen scattered human bone tissue, but it was the first time I had seen such a large-scale collection of human skulls.

The skulls of various sizes had long since dried and were piled up like a hill in front of them.

It's terrifying that the skulls staring at you with hollow and sunken eyes like this.

However, this level of horror was not enough to intimidate Ning Demon Lord.

Being able to arrange the skulls so neatly shows that the person who arranges must be hiding something, and there may be someone behind him who is looking for.

The right hand was raised, and with a slight wave, the black wind slashed out like a curved sickle, slashing towards the skull.

Sensing the danger, the skull suddenly trembled.

The upper and lower jaws trembled, and the "clucking" sound of one by one, like countless ghosts laughing at the same time.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" Ning Zimo snorted coldly with disdain.

The trick of deceiving children, cultivators all know that the soul is dead and rotten bones, and the bones will not produce any thoughts and actions on their own.

Waving his hand again, the strong wind bent sickle threw out more than ten in a row, and the skull of the split "quack" was broken.

It didn't take long for the top part to crumble and collapse.

Just as Ning Zimo was about to attack again, countless miniature ironclad ants emerged from the lowest skull.

If the ironclad ant is in the demon realm, even if it is newborn, it will be the size of a rooster.

When the iron ant is an adult, the big one can be eight feet tall and about one zhang long, which is very majestic.

Correct...

The miniature ironclad ant in front of him was only the size of a palm, and Ning Zimo had never seen it.

Look at this small body, calves, it looks so lethal.

After all, his own people, Ning Zimo took a step back and did not attack again.

The miniature ironclad ants didn't treat him as their own, they were fierce and vicious, baring their round fangs, and they attacked quickly like a swarm of black mist, ready to devour all the intruders as usual.

Although the size has changed, the number of combat paths is much the same.

The fangs of the miniature ironclad ant could not have hurt Ning Zimo at all.