The wound on Song Mo's bitten finger had begun to converge, and the blood had begun to coagulate, but his brain was dizzy, and he didn't have the strength to bite his finger again. On the fingers, the movement of the holy nematode became more and more violent.

Didn't he die under the thunder of the sky when he ascended, but he was going to be buried in the belly of this little worm?

Unwilling!

Song Mo was desperate in his heart, but at this moment, the spiritual veins in his body trembled, and the flames drilled out from the bronze small tripod in the spiritual veins, as if he felt threatened, and drilled into his hands along the meridians.

Suddenly, as soon as his heart was relieved, Song Mo's dizziness actually stopped, he fixed his eyes and saw that a blue flame erupted from his fingers, and he subconsciously continued the pattern that had not been drawn before. Unexpectedly, this time, it was extremely smooth and unhindered, and in an instant, a peculiar pattern appeared on the back shell of this small insect.

It was only at this time that the pale blue flame in his hand slowly shrank into his body, but the color was obviously much darker, and even the flame on it became unstable. Song Mo was a little distressed for no reason, this flame seemed to be able to grow only by devouring the spiritual fire, and he didn't know when he would be able to find another spiritual fire.

After the holy nematode was painted, it suddenly stopped moving, as if falling into a deep sleep, Song Mo was relieved, as soon as his heart was gone, the sequelae of mental overdraft were highlighted, and the severe headache came like a tide, and he fell asleep deeply.

I don't know how long it took for Song Mo to wake up leisurely, and at this time the sky outside was already slightly bright, and he actually slept like this for a night. He was about to sit up, when suddenly, he saw a big insect lying in front of him, and a pair of insect-like compound eyes stared at him like this, it was the holy nematode, and it was a holy nematode that was not sleeping.

Song Mo was shocked, a feeling of intimacy came, he inexplicably understood, this worm was showing favor to him, just thinking about it, this holy nematode actually flew to his palm, and rubbed his thumb affectionately with his back shell.

This..... The pattern actually worked? The method of controlling the holy nematode of the martial arts inheritance turned out to be really effective.

Song Mo was a little excited, even in his previous life, he didn't have this kind of experience of communicating directly with insects in his brain, it was really amazing.

"Lie down!" Song Mo secretly issued an order in his heart, and this hideous insect really turned over and fell down, and lay directly on the ground.

"Fly over there!"

.......

Song Mo experimented for a long time before stopping. He made a preliminary estimate of the ability of this holy nematode, and was not only a little disappointed.

This is really just an ordinary bug, not very powerful, but it has four pairs of wings, and it flies extremely fast, even with Song Mo's eyesight, it can't capture the trajectory of its flight. He remembered the record of this kind of insect in the martial arts inheritance, the color should be dark gold, but not this red color, thinking that this holy nematode should still be able to evolve, but I don't know how much strength this form of holy nematode has against monks.

"If you look so red, I'll call you Xiaohong in the future!"

Song Mo lightly tapped the little insect with his hand and said, ignoring the little thing and looking listless.

Going out of the cave, Song Mo packed up his things, and now he has been out for a while, in Qingyun Mountain, he has collected almost the elixir for refining Di Huang Pill by the way, and the enrollment of Xuanling students has not yet begun, so he can fulfill his original promise to the Great Elder.

It's just that, after all, Nadi Huang Pill is a high-grade pill, and although he can now summon the blue fire in his body, there is no way to refine it without the help of the Dan Furnace.

It's really troublesome, it seems that next time you still have to find a way to buy a Dan furnace by yourself, but it's not convenient to carry it around, and it's still a little too ostentatious to put it in the Song Mansion.

......

Somewhere in a dense forest on the periphery of Qingyun Mountain, Song Mo was walking through it quickly, and only by crossing this forest could he enter the official road, and he would soon be able to reach Qingshi City.

Suddenly, Mercedes-Benz Song Mo paused, he frowned, looked to the side, and said lightly: "Who is it!"

With these words, three figures came out from the shadows, and most of these three people Song Mo knew. The person at the head was Tang Song, followed by Song Yuan, and the last person was a big man, but with a fierce face, he obviously didn't look like a good person.

"Little brute, you're finally back! I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Song Yuan jumped out and scolded at Song Mo.

"This time, that girl in Xuandan Pavilion won't give you a head start!" Tang Song said viciously, thinking that being slapped in the face by Song Mo in public would make him even more likely to lose the favor of his family because of this, and he became angry.

Song Mo frowned and said, "Hey, what about that old man of the Tang family, why didn't he come along?" Although he was talking to Tang Song, in fact, his eyes had been staring at that big man, this was actually a mid-level monk in the Star Vein Realm.

Hearing this, Tang Song leaned back and said fiercely: "Hmph, that old horseman ......."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the big man said impatiently: "Okay, are you talking about this kid from the Star Yuan Realm?"

A trace of annoyance flashed in Tang Song's eyes, but he quickly covered it up and said, "Yes, Zuo Meng, aren't you Blood Moon thieves just doing the job of collecting money and working?!"

Today, the Blood Moon Thief received a large order, and Zuo Meng was assigned a mission near here. happened to run into Tang Song, in the past, the Tang family would often arrange for inconvenient do-it-yourself work to be handed over to the Blood Moon Thieves, so they can be regarded as old acquaintances.

Tang Song suffered such a big loss at the hands of Song Mo, and when he met Zuo Meng, he moved the idea of looking for him to make a move, and Zuo Meng also had the idea of making some extra money by the way, which blocked Song Mo here.

Zuo Meng said disapprenously: "Boy, you quickly kneel down yourself, Lao Tzu will give you a good time, and it will be the uncle's turn to do it himself, that is, you will be better off than dead." ”

"Song Mo, aren't you very arrogant?" Song Yuan looked at Song Mo and smiled a little hideously: "Aren't you some kind of pill apprentice?" ”

Tang Song's eyes were also a little red, obviously stimulated, he roared angrily: "Song Mo, you waste, do you really think that Xuandan Pavilion can protect you for a lifetime? ”

Zuo Meng muttered: "Boy, uncle has other business, don't delay my work, hurry up and kneel, do you want me to do it myself?"