Through subsequent observations, Shisanro learned more and more about the disgusting ant, and the more he loved to feel the magic of nature, and of course, the cruelty.

He doesn't know much about ants, but he can also know the basic rules of ant colony survival, as the first eggs laid by a "single queen" queen without any helpers, the ant species should usually be mainly worker ants.

This queen ant is actually a large meat worm, and has no ability to hunt and dig, so it needs more worker ants to provide food for its hard work. However, this is not the case, and its first choice is to give birth to the most fierce and aggressive soldier ants, which are in the hundreds. Measured by the combat effectiveness of these soldier ants, they are hardly weaker than Level 2 when accumulated: it can be seen that the survival of the Spirit Weary Ant is extremely difficult, forcing it to choose the most likely way to survive in the constant process of dying and being exterminated.

In his sigh, Jusan Lang couldn't help but think of the madman who made dinosaurs out of mosquitoes, and also thought of one of his famous words.

"There is always a way out of life!"

Sighing to sighing, for Thirteen Lang, there is no need for the queen ant to fight for it in a short period of time, and the current priority should be to expand the population of soul disgusting ants. He tried to convey the idea to the queen ant that she should not worry about her safety, give birth to as many worker ants as possible, and feed her belly first.

When doing this, Thirteen Lang smiled bitterly while trying, secretly wondering if he was a little nervous, caring for an ant so meticulously that he even had to worry about its fertility.

When the queen ant received the idea of Thirteen Lang, she seemed to hesitate. Its intellect is limited, and it does not quite understand that its "master" Weishenme would give such a directive that is clearly inconsistent with the laws of survival.

However, at the insistence of Thirteen Lang, the queen ant finally chose to obey, and most of the eggs laid next were worker ants whose combat effectiveness was weak or even unable to fly.

Compared with the flying ants, which are good at fighting, the worker ants are obviously more in line with the characteristics of ants, without the mouthparts that look fierce and vicious, but the claws on the mouth are exceptionally strong. As soon as they were born, these "gardeners" showed their instincts for hard work and hard work, and began to dig into the surrounding walls.

Ants are not picky eaters, and most of them still take living creatures as their main prey. However, there are not many creatures in the Yinyang Canyon that can be hunted by spirit ants: the queen ant is both a magical beast and needs spiritual power to catalyze the laying of eggs, and after many years of evolution, these tenacious little things can feed on minerals, which is really amazing.

What amazed Shimaro even more was that the first object of their mouths was the "dormitory" where the ant queen lived, that is, the house built by Shisanlang using the broken ant mound. Looking at their jiashi is like facing a life-and-death enemy, quickly devouring the pieces of various shapes: then using the surrounding minerals and their own acid and ant crystals, in an extreme time, to build a new nest for "Galeries Lafayette".

Compared with the original dormitory, the queen's new home is not only beautiful in shape, but also several times more comfortable: it is only at this time that the queen really settles down, lazily and elegantly lies in her nest, and begins the life of a mother.

Witnessing the whole process with his own eyes, Shisanro couldn't help but feel ashamed, thinking that he should pay attention to the image of "living in peace" in the future, otherwise he would not only be looked down upon by Tinker Bell, but even the ants would despise him.

Judging from the feedback from the thoughts, the queen ant is very satisfied with this kind of day: probably because she is naturally used to being offered, she actually took the initiative to send out her thoughts and ask Thirteen Lang for more spiritual power and some other things.

Of course, this feeling is purely conjecture, but after observing it for so long, Jusan Lang can probably see some doorways. The queen ant senses that Jujuro is good for its growth and can make its people stronger, so she is even more greedy.

On the premise of being able to control the life and death of the queen ant, Thirteen Lang will naturally not be stingy, not only is his spiritual power full, but he also feeds the queen ant with his essence and blood that is gradually contaminated with the breath of flying edges. He had sensed that this feeding was rewarding enough, not only to make communication with the queen more convenient, but also to bring the fierce flying ants closer. It was as if even they felt the kindness of Thirteen Lang and became obedient. ...,

After making a fuss like this, Shisanlang suddenly had an idea, if he could realize the individual who could directly control the flying ants, wouldn't it be an unprecedented feat!

As soon as the idea was born, he thought of at least three uses in an instant: stealth reconnaissance, population expansion, and screening and evolution. Either way, it's a great benefit for him to think about it and get excited about it.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was feasible. He felt that as long as he could attach his divine thoughts to the flying ants, even if he could only command a dozen or twenty of them, it would be a temptation that people could not refuse.

"Where are these flying ants, it's just a single radar!"

With a half-excited heart on his face, Thirteen Lang couldn't care about being tired and worked hard.

In the next few days, Thirteen Lang stopped everything except pranayama and his perception of the wind, and devoted himself to the great cause of cultivating and training ants. He sent a command to the queen ant to tell the worker ants to dig in only one direction, and that direction was the spiritual realm!

"As long as there is enough time, maybe I can carve out a unique path between spirits and demons!"

At the time of the evenly matched, the violent Yinyang Gorge became more and more violent day by day, and the two spirits and demons were in full swing. The thirty-mile passage seems to contain a pot of boiling oil, and it is like a volcano that bursts out at any time, making a loud rumbling sound.

From time to time, clouds of smoke rise up from the breaches above the passage, spreading and covering the entire sky. There was a roar in the smoke clouds, and there was a chilling aura of destruction: the unwitting person heard it in his ears, and the two tremors could not stand upright, and the soul seemed to fly from the body.

As for the core of the battlefield, that is, the inside of the passage, it is like a rumored place of annihilation.

The air was mixed with colors, and it circled back and forth at a very fast speed, and the air currents struggled in the whirlpool, frequently letting out a wail like the roar of a beast. Every time they were close to dying, these air currents would emit a martyrdom-like roar, and the layers of ripples would be superimposed and rippled, no less than countless magical powers were being cast.

After seeing this kind of place, only one thought can arise in people's hearts: forbid living beings!

This is not the case.

Hundreds of meters from the entrance of the Demon Domain, the storm was already quite alarming, although it was not the most intense in the passage. However, in the midst of that chaotic vastness, at the intersection of the cyclones, there was a steel ring.

The steel ring is made of thick iron guns, like a fence, and a teenager sits in it.

The iron spear pierced into the ground for several feet, but it was still a little crooked by the strong wind, and the wind knives flew and slashed, causing bursts of fire on the body of the gun. The body of the gun was covered with countless knife marks, and it looked as desolate as an old tree that would fall at any time.

In stark contrast, the young man sitting cross-legged inside was unharmed, and his complexion did not change even a bit. His expression was calm and peaceful, with a smile of understanding, and his hair moved with the wind, looking like an immortal walking against the wind, casual and free.

The wind swept his clothes, but not his body: what was even more striking was that his body was in such a state of extreme motion as far as the eye could see: it was as if he were vibrating at an extremely high frequency, so fast that even the howling wind could not catch up.

If it is impossible to believe the scene before him, then there is only one explanation left, that he is part of the wind himself: or rather, that his body is just an illusion and does not exist in this space at all.

Only in this way can it be reasonable!

"The Buddha says: The wind moves, the flag moves, and the heart is not moved: if the heart does not move, everything does not move. In the past, I thought that harmony was nonsense, and at most it was just words of comfort, but now it seems that in such an environment, it is something that can really be done. The sea of hearts was empty, and Shisanlang sighed: "It's actually simple to say it, it's just resonance." "The wind is invisible and qualitative, and the wind is still due to the quality, but the speed is too fast, so it produces unimaginable huge force ~~-Renewal ~~. If shijie is a void, how can the wind be generated?"...,

He then shook his head again and said, "It is still a mosquito, if someone can gain a foothold in the void and not die, they can naturally call it from the body." But that's already the realm of immortals, where I can understand. ”

"I have the wind spirit root in my body, as long as I follow the wind, I can eliminate the damage of this force, and even use it! What needs to be overcome is just a physical obstacle. From this point of view, in fact, cultivation is also such a process, so that the spiritual root grows, the soul is strong, and finally cultivates the primordial spirit that can exist without relying on the physical body, forming a certain fit!" He pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and said, "That's it. ”

With that, he stood up.

Once he stood up from the meditation, Jusan Lang involuntarily detached himself from that realm of selflessness, and the wind around him swooped towards him as if he had just discovered an alien mixed in with him. Now, however, he was unable to achieve the full resonance he had described, but he was able to minimize the impact of the storm. A storm of this magnitude could no longer affect his actions.

Looking at the iron spears around him that were becoming more and more crooked and miserable, Thirteen Lang's face was slightly pale, and he secretly thought that the power of nature was unfathomable, and he needed to be in awe.

These iron spears were built by his own hands, and their strength could not be known: to put it mildly, even ordinary flying swords could not be compared. Now that he had only felt it for a few days in the wind, how could he not be shocked that these iron spears had been mottled, and a few of them had been bent into shape.

"The wind in the cave can no longer meet my cultivation requirements, and I will have to face a bigger storm in the future, so I need to prepare more when I come next time. "Let's go back to Mujiazhai first" Ding Dang needs to take medicine, and it's time to do that. ”

Half a day later, a long rainbow was overjoyed from the valley mouth, ignoring the howling wind in the air, and went straight to Mujiazhai. Today's Thirteen Lang, as long as he doesn't encounter a large-scale aura storm, his flight is no longer hindered.

Hundreds of miles passed in a flash, and when he was about to approach Mujiazhai, Thirteen Lang was about to land on the ground to walk, and inadvertently swept away the village, and his complexion suddenly changed greatly.

There were bursts of crying in Mujiazhai, as if he had just encountered a catastrophe!

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