"You can't take her away!" Song Mo took a step forward, the long sword was just across his chest, and his tone was flat, but there was no doubt.

"Hmph!" The stunning woman snorted coldly, her tone was cold, and said, "Do you really think this seat has a good temper?"

"I ...... I don't want to go with you, I want to be with Brother Mo. Song Sicheng was put on the shoulder by this stunning woman's hand, and the person couldn't move, so he could only struggle and shout.

Song Mo was under a lot of pressure at the moment, and the stunning woman just looked at him coldly, but the momentum emanating from her body was extremely terrifying, as if the creator was deciding to judge a world. She was high above, and at one thought, darkness was coming, and his life and death were in that thought.

At this moment, Song Mo was dressed in a long robe and rolled, his long hair was windless and automatic, at this moment, he was with peerless majesty, as if he had become the immortal who broke through the sky and soared through the boundary.

"Huh!" the stunning woman snorted lightly, a mere Star Yuan Realm cultivator could actually resist her momentum.

However, that's all there is to it, and at her level, she doesn't waste any curiosity about a low-cost monk at all. It's like you don't care why an ant on the ground hasn't been trampled to death by you.

Song Mo was in a hurry, seeing that this stunning woman was about to leave Song Sicheng, with a snort, a cold light flashed, and a sword qi shot out.

"Bang!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the sword qi was struck, Song Mo's whole person flew out upside down, his chest was like a lightning strike, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Hmph, for the sake of this girl's face, spare your life!" came the cold snort of the stunning woman in the air.

Song Mo raised his head, but found that Song Sicheng and the stunning woman had disappeared, and he couldn't help but hate in his heart: "Okay! Today's revenge will be avenged another day, I have to kill you a hundred times!"

......

An hour later, Song Mo stood up from the ground, he had just been injured by the woman's blow, and this luck could be regarded as a relief.

Song Mo only then thought about it, he had been busy refining the Chiyan Pill before, and his own Zhu Guo was still hanging on the branches. Thinking of this, he walked into the cave again, the vermilion tree grew from the stone wall of the cave, and the whole cave was obviously very hot because of this tree.

He reached out and picked the last vermilion fruit from the small tree, carefully placed it on his body, and was about to leave, when he suddenly sighed.

This vermilion fruit tree is fiery red all over, but there is a section of the color that is not right, it is burnt yellow, which means that this section of the branch has actually died. I think that other people who picked the vermilion fruit should have already discovered this, and no one thought it was strange.

No matter how magical the vermilion tree is, it is also a tree, and if it is a tree, it will die, which is so normal that no one will be surprised.

Except for Song Mo, in his previous life, he was the chief pharmaceutical academy of the interstellar civilization, and his research on plants was at least thousands of years beyond this world.

Although the Zhuguo tree is a tree, it is a spiritual tree. The biggest feature of the Spirit Tree is that either the whole tree grows well, or the whole tree dies, and there should never be a situation where only one branch dies, so the only explanation is that there is something strange about that dead branch.

Thinking of this, Song Mo couldn't help but be a little excited, the professional habits of his previous life, there were no new discoveries, and that was the case. He carefully cut down the dead branch. He gently touched the dead branch with his hand, and found that it was soft inside.

At this time, he did not bring a small dagger, and could only use his hands to gently peel off the bark.

The larvae, which had been curled up, lay quietly in the center of the dead branch, with hideous mouthparts and a bunch of wings, all dark red, and a strange pattern naturally appeared on the smooth back.

"This ...... It's a holy nematode!"

Song Mo couldn't help but exclaim, this insect was not a discovery in the era of interstellar civilization, but a record found in the ruins of the martial arts civilization that Song Mo had experienced.

This insect is somewhat similar to the scarab beetle from a movie in a previous life, and can be transferred to the body of a living organism and gnaw on internal organs. However, the most domineering thing about the holy nematode is that not only is it able to burrow into the body of a creature from the skin, but the monk's aura is ineffective against it. In the records of that martial arts civilization, there was once a holy nematode that somehow mixed into a martial arts holy land, and as a result, all the monks in that martial arts holy land died from the lowest level monks to the highest level of immortal realm.

Of course, although this holy nematode is extremely fierce, it also has disadvantages, such as liking heat and hating cold, and cannot survive in cold areas for a long time, in addition, it is extremely difficult for holy nematodes to reproduce, but this is also nonsense. If this insect reproduces quickly, I'm afraid there will be nothing to do with humans.

However, there was another reason why Song Mo was excited.

Because the holy nematode is so fierce, naturally someone has the idea of fighting it, in the remains of a demon monk, Song Mo once saw a record that when the holy nematode was still a larva, there was a certain chance that it could recognize the master.

Song Mo's current cultivation is still a little weak, so much so that he lost Song Sicheng, although listening to the words of that stunning woman, she should have no malicious intent. But he was still very unhappy, and now he had to do his best to improve his strength, even if it was by some other means.

The larvae's wings fluttered, and its eyes began to move, as if they were about to open.

This is a sign that the larva is about to wake up from sleep, and if it is awake, it will be too late.

Song Mo was also a decisive person, he bit his finger directly, and with his other hand, he carefully turned the larva over, and immediately put that finger on the larvae's back shell and began to draw some kind of strange pattern.

This is unique to that martial arts civilization, Song Mo himself has a strong memory, although it has been a long time, he still clearly remembers the pattern of the master recognition rune.

I write by hand, but it is difficult to write.

No, the pattern is difficult, in fact, this pattern is very simple, but with each stroke, the brain seems to be emptied, and he knows that this is a manifestation of the extreme consumption of mental power.

It's just that when this ritual begins, it can't be interrupted, and once it is interrupted, the holy nematode will immediately wake up and kill him directly.

Song Mo gritted his teeth and insisted, he tried to draw another stroke, but his head was already a little dizzy, he still overestimated himself, and there were several strokes, and now he was dizzy, although he was gritting his teeth and insisting, he couldn't draw anymore.

The wings of the larvae on his hand had begun to flap vigorously, and Song Mo could even see its eyes slowly moving, as if the next moment, this peerless ferocity was about to return to the world.

And the first sacrifice was Song Mo.