The dog blood in Yang's bag has been put for so many days, although the anticoagulant is put in, but it is not as fresh as it was at the beginning, and after pouring it out, some splashed on the stone ding, and some fell on the floor. This sudden change greatly surprised everyone, and I heard Jia Wei's manic roar, but I didn't even react. It wasn't until I felt a slight vibration on the ground that I exclaimed.

When the first drop was poured in, I heard the bronze chain on the ears of the tripod "click", and then swayed, and then the space we were in also shook, as if we were on a drifting boat, and the direction was missing.

Heaven and earth shake, space is turned upside down.

This kind of sadness makes me want to spit out a few mouthfuls of old blood before I can be refreshed. A few seconds later, all three of us had fallen to the ground, and I had a splitting headache and felt like my cerebellum, which had kept my balance, had been shaken out of function. And at this time, in the field sensing of my "Qi", a black gas slowly emerged from the borehole in the center. This black qi is very aggressive, stretching out many small tentacles, and begins to desperately invade everything around it. As if sensing us, the black gas began to approach us.

The fat bugs trembled inside me, terrified to the extreme.

I tried to keep my body balanced, my hand was pulled into my arms, I groped for a bronze mirror, and shouted "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable", and immediately a golden light erupted, shining on this black qi immediately. The so-called "badgers are afraid of bobcats, one thing descends one thing", fat insects are afraid, but the wife mirror spirit carved with a hell spell is the best at similar evil things.

Ahh

Yang Cao was rolling on the ground, and suddenly he screamed, took off the clothes on his body, stood up with a red face, and went to wipe the black dog blood on the stone ding.

He wiped it a few times, and suddenly there was a sudden change.

On the stone tripod, the originally stiff and solidified embosses moved, and turned into dense small insects, they are similar to beetles, gray-white, with spots like leopard skin on the wing sheaths, sharp limbs, complex mouthparts, and fine fluff fur that looks very hideous, the size of a flea.

As soon as the insects fell from the stone tripod, they immediately dispersed, some of them covered Yang Cao's arms and stung them vigorously, and some of them flapped their wings and flew past me and Hu Wenfei, and ran towards the restless well.

As soon as they flew over the borehole, they immediately hung in the air, like a swarm of bees, swallowing up all the black mist.

Yang Cao's right hand was covered with a thick layer of beetles, and the appearance of stacking and wriggling made people feel chilled. He screamed "ah", could not hold on any longer, fell to the ground, shook his hands like crazy, and threw his hands to the ground. When the black dog blood broke away from Shi Ding, the whole space gradually returned to calm, and we hurriedly took off our still wet clothes and slapped Yang Cao's body vigorously, trying to get these insects down.

However, the seven or eight arthropods on these insects tightly clasped Yang Cao's skin, tore them directly with powerful mouthparts, and then drilled inside. Although a small part of it was patted down for us, the layer attached to the arm was as tight as glue.

Yang Cao, a gossip and slightly funny subway bone man, cried like a pig at that moment.

- In this way, it seems a little disrespectful to this big boss of the second division of the Qianyang City Religious Affairs Bureau, but I am indeed using the most authentic and concise language to make notes on his situation at that time.

The extreme pain of being bitten by ten thousand insects is simply not something that mortals can imagine.

In addition to slapping and helplessly looking at Yang Cao rolling on the ground, we also had to be careful of the beetles that climbed on us. Whether it's me, Hu Wenfei, or Yang Cao, I think at that moment, I should be desperate.

Some people give up in despair, but some people still hold on; And among those who insist, some are doing useless work, and of course, there are also people who have thought of a way.

Luckily, I'm the latter of the latter.

Because I suddenly thought of a description of the stone Gu in "The Twelve Methods of Suppressing the Mountains": This Gu is shaped like Cordyceps sinensis, and when it sleeps, it attaches to a special stone, crystallizes into powder, and the structure is like a pattern, once triggered, it immediately turns into a dirt-devouring wet worm in the spirit world, devouring everything.

For this Gu, the author of "The Twelve Methods of Suppressing the Mountains", Shan Ge Lao, once recounted the next scripture, which can be slightly controlled.

I have been obtaining this broken book of the Twelve Methods for more than a year, this is something closely related to life, I naturally dare not slack off, I have long been familiar with it, although some of the true meaning is not clear, but it does not prevent me from catchy, backwards and memorization. I didn't dare to hesitate at the moment and read it out loud.

In fact, I was also very worried, I didn't know if Lu Dao was the stone Gu mentioned in the book, and I didn't know if the scriptures recorded by the elder of Lu Dao Mountain Pavilion were effective, so I just treated it as a blind cat to kill a mouse. However, as I was halfway through this incantation, the beetles attached to Yang Cao's body all over his body actually stopped biting one after another, and then flapped their wings and circled in the air, dancing the "8" dance with unknown meaning.

After reciting the scriptures one time, Yang Cao's whole body was clean and free of insects.

I tried to concentrate my consciousness and try to communicate with them, but I couldn't help it, these were simple fragments of thought, messy, and there was no room for negotiation and communication.

With the beetle leaving, Yang Cao's cry finally stopped working so hard and began to hum hoarsely.

I was a little hesitant, I didn't know what to do next, but fortunately, the golden silkworm Gu in my body knew this familiar realm, and a consciousness groove came out, and those tiny beetles flew back to the stone tripod, from wriggling to condensing into stone patterns, it didn't take three or five seconds.

Creation is amazing.

And after sending out consciousness, the fat insect actually withstood the huge pressure and shot electricity into Yang Cao's body, which did not have a piece of good meat on his arm. Yang Cao, who was tortured by pain and toxins, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after a convulsion, coughed up a few mouthfuls of bloody phlegm that was as black as ink in his mouth.

It was only at this moment that I had a chance to see what was going on outside, where that angry howl came from.

When I looked up, I was so surprised that I almost bit my tongue - we had just died for the rest of our lives, and this is not far behind.

The vast space that was a little empty just now was already in chaos, and a group of monsters that came out of nowhere broke into it, and then fought with the original group of cavemen. These monsters are very diverse, ranging from the big basketball-sized, wet red-backed hairy spider, to the pest owl floating in the air with countless tentacles, the slender praying mantis, which is more than a meter tall, and the black and fluffy reptiles that look like lizards...... and the old rivals and old friends of the people of Jinping - dwarf mules.

Among them, the most conspicuous is a vicious dog the size of a calf, covered in blood and maggots. It turned out to be a misshapen double-headed, parting from the end of its neck, its long mouth wide open and drooling, and the other mouth chewing on the head of a caveman. It was chasing Jia Wei, a pair of heads constantly letting out a terrifying howl. The possessed woman did not confront it head-on, but ran quickly behind us.

On the other side, there is the cave where the cavemen hide.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, the left head of the running two-headed vicious dog turned around and glared at me fiercely, and there was a strange evil flowing in the blood-red eyes.

My heart tightened, as if I were being held by a mule's hand, and my breath froze.

I have rarely been able to see such evil and enchanting eyes, and this kind of coldness I can't even see from the Burmese golden snake Jiao. However, it was only a hurried glance, and it chased Jia Wei away intently. The leader was chased so badly that his men were naturally routed on all fronts, and although the group of intruders was not numerous, less than forty in number, they were so overwhelming that the cavemen were constantly wailing and falling to the ground, or being driven into the caves on the edge.

I helped Yang Cao to stand up and looked at Hu Wenfei: There are wolves in front and tigers in the back, what should we do?

Looking at this group of strangely shaped creatures, I can be sure that they are the initiators of the disaster of the Miao Village in the canyon outside. For human beings, there is no word "pity" in their cold feelings, only naked killing. It's simply impossible for us to escape from such a bunch of guys.

It's just that there is chaos outside now, if you take advantage of the chaos to break through, is there a chance?

I was thinking about it, but another question came to my mind: where did these guys come from?

Also, we've been in the Miao Village in the canyon outside for a few days, and we haven't seen them, huh? Why did they choose to attack at this time, is it because we have just destroyed this Stone Ding Array?

At that moment, I was at a loss.

Yang Cao had just broken free from the pain of the insects, and when he saw the chaos on the periphery of the mercury ditch, looking at these strange creatures, he almost had a nervous breakdown, and said bitterly in his mouth: "These ...... Is it an abyssal creature? Where did they come from? ”

This strong man, at this moment, actually had a crying voice in his words.

Is it despair?

The opportunity was fleeting, a few of us at the edge of the stone tripod hesitated, couldn't hear clearly, and soon noticed, five or six dwarf mules wearing straw hats surrounded by a white-haired crocodile more than three meters long came to the stone bridge, saw the corpse on the bridge deck, did not go further, just exchanged with a sigh.

Suddenly, a dwarf mule reached out and threw something at us.