I had also had suspicions about Pudu Cihang's true body before, but it wasn't until the other party showed his original form without reservation, and Mo Wendao suddenly discovered that its body was actually a thousand-legged centipede that stretched for a hundred meters.

The light of the Buddha shines, like the arthropod carapace poured in copper, as if it has been covered with a layer of gilded faint color.

Occasionally, with the ups and downs of the demon's body, it reflects the brilliance of thousands of strands of subtle displacement.

Most of the thousands of pairs of fine tentacles between the waist and abdomen have atrophied and degenerated, except for the remaining two pairs of front chest and back waist, which have gradually developed the rudiments of toe claws.

As for the hideous and distorted face in front of the old eunuch, the mouthparts that could have broken gold and iron have disappeared, replaced by a mouthful of sharp teeth.

Of course, this is not the most terrifying part of Mo Wenwen.

Hardly any need to pay attention, above the centipede's amber-like scarlet eyes, two slightly bulging meat buns already swear their presence prominently.

Turtles, antlers, scales, talons......

All kinds of differences, and then thinking of the other party's unbelievable behavior in the past, Mo asked where he still didn't understand the demon's intentions-

This guy is really bold, he is actually stealing the national fortune dragon qi of the Ming Dynasty, in a vain attempt to fade away from the mortal body and become a real dragon!

"Hehe, as long as this seat can swallow the emperor before this, then the dragons will have no leader, and the luck of the national dynasty that only relies on a little instinct to resist can endure me?"

Pudu Cihang's huge and elongated body slowly squirmed, entrenched on the palace wall, the light and shadow were alienated, and the shadows and shadows gave people more and more awe like that of a real dragon.

"Now, this seat will give you another chance to regret it, surrender to me, or accompany the emperor to die together?"

The indifferent and merciless questioning was like a thunderous roar coming from the mouth of the centipede spirit.

The swimming body, which still has a bit of arthropod characteristics, is coiled together, and the phalanges are slightly curled, as if whenever half a word falls out of the old eunuch's mouth, there will be supreme majesty and wrath.

"Ahem...... Ancestor, I'm also very curious, if you really say as lightly as you say, why do you want to recruit me, an old bone?"

Raising his hand with difficulty to wipe away the blood stains that overflowed from the corners of his mouth, Mo Wenwen's ageless face like a teenager suddenly appeared with a mocking and disdainful sneer, sweeping away the previous surprise and astonishment.

"Eat the ancients, since you want to die so much, this seat will fulfill you!"

Seeing that Mo asked the resolute attitude, the calm and indifference on Pudu Cihang's face was difficult to maintain after all.

Previously, the Son of Heaven of Zhengde suddenly turned his face and lost the protection of the imperial decree, and Pudu Cihang's demon body really suffered a lot of backlash, and then he fought with Mo Daodao, and he also used great mana to temporarily suppress the injuries in his body that had not yet healed.

Not to mention that the plan that has been deliberated for many years has been ruined in one fell swoop, if it weren't for the idea of centipede refining the dragon is particularly persistent, and if you want to deceive the dynasty's fortune and replace it, you must use the cover of the dragon qi of the Son of Heaven.

During this period, if there is the slightest thought of leaving, even if the old eunuch fights with his life to stop him, he may not be able to stop him who has already reached the Great Perfection.

Now the backlash of the national fortune is much more serious than he imagined, and he realized that he couldn't delay it any longer, and he was already impatient to the extreme, seeing that the other party was still stubborn, the centipede spirit immediately became murderous.

Giving up the steady and orderly grappling, black smoke as thick as ink erupted from the mouth of the centipede, and soon filled the vast palace, and everywhere it went, even the white marble carved painting wall railings were corroded clean in the screeching sound.

It was the natal poison that the centipede essence had accumulated and refined for hundreds of years, and even the power of the Faxiang realm did not dare to easily test the law.

Sure enough, before the poisonous fog approached, Mo Wenwen already felt dizzy just by smelling a little fishy sweetness.

Biting the tip of your tongue sharply, you force yourself to come to your senses.

The old eunuch's big sleeves fluttered, like a butterfly with two wings and a slender posture, separated a few cold airs, and quickly forced the poisonous mist away from his side.

"There is a fish in the North Underworld, its name is Kun, the Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it ......"

Reciting the Tao of the Loose Strategy, in an instant, the big fish that devoured the sky and the earth jumped up from the horizon again, opened its deep and dark mouth like the bottom of the abyss, and tore a corner from the poisonous mist that covered the sky and the sun with a single bite.

The Void Kun Law Phase, which can contain and devour all things, is originally the nemesis of all formless and formless things, and after three or two bites, the thick clumps of poisonous smoke and mist are already much thinner.

It's just that Mo asked, but the sorrow between his eyebrows did not diminish at all.

It stands to reason that when he casts his magic to eliminate the poisonous smoke and the empty door is wide open, Pudu Cihang should make a sneak attack.

However, until now, there was still silence all around, and even half of the mosquito bites could not be heard.

Could it be that the guy set up an empty city plan, and while he was waiting for him, he turned around and chased after His Majesty?

With some kind of ominous premonition rising in his heart, Mo Wenwen's face suddenly changed, and he waved his sleeves to make a shortcut in the mist, and his footsteps changed to chase in the direction of the Imperial Forest Army escorting the Zhengde Heavenly Son behind him.

At this moment, the killing machine came.

The thick smoke screen like porridge water was broken, and the huge and slender body of the centipede spirit suddenly attacked Mo Wenwen's defenseless back with a flexibility that did not match its size.

There is no sound, but it is full of murder.

"Evil beast safe dare?!"

Realizing that he had been deceived, and in a fit of rage, Mo Wendao could only barely use his true qi to protect his vital point, and at the same time, Yu Tianyu's swimming void kun swung its whisker tail, and slammed into Pudu Cihang's body with an aura of exchanging injuries for injuries.

But if the centipede spirit does not back down, he will also be bitten off half of his body by the subsequent Void Kun Method.

"The dragon was stunned. ”

Mo Wendao only felt that he was hit in the back by a huge force, and in a hurry, the whole person flew straight out, hitting several palace walls before barely stopping the decline.

The flesh of the Faxiang cultivator is full of cracks on the body of the iron stone, and for cultivators who pay attention to the cultivation of the physical body, such an injury will take at least a few years to heal.

As for the old eunuch's life-for-life Dharma strike, it was also held by a Buddha who touched the sky and the earth, and the azure blue tail fin stirred up circles and ripples in the air, but it could not hurt the root at all.

As soon as the blow was repulsed, Pudu Cihang suddenly soared, and his slender body like a mountain was wrapped around the Void Kun Law Phase, and between his breaths, he was already sucked into the flesh inch by inch.

At this time, the Son of Heaven and his entourage, who had escaped from the Forbidden City, witnessed the Void Kun Faxiang struggling and writhing under the strangulation of the thousand-legged centipede, and finally turned into stars and scattered in the dust in the silent sorrow.

The air seemed to be heavy, and it was overwhelming.

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