The "Pyramid" mountain is the back of the Fly Ancestor, if there is no affinity for the blood of the Niu clan, ordinary people climb it, it is equivalent to the nutrients of suicide.

Xin Zhuo fell into the quagmire-like overwhelming pressure, anger, and the green resident witchcraft curse of the Fly Ancestor itself, and he couldn't move at all without an accident, and even soon was bitten by the meridians of his whole body like the old lady and Ning Frost, and died of pain!

But he was an "accident", his meridians were as messy as a landslide tsunami, his martial arts and the fusion technique of heaven and earth were basically mutations, even the true spirit of the Fly Ancestor could not be completely controlled in a short period of time, so after a painful struggle, he found that he could barely raise a hand, and then without hesitation, he pinched out thirty-two silver needles, pierced into the top of his head Parkway to keep his consciousness awake, and then immediately carried out the Moon Water Sacrifice Spirit.

The sacrifice is successful, but it can't be fused, and it needs to be surrendered!

He felt that Mochizuki was making a big joke with himself about taking off his pants and farting.

What ability do you have to subdue an ancient gadfly of the Nineteen Realms? Not to mention that there seem to be hundreds of resentful spirits of ancient masters in the gadfly's body.

Isn't that?

Hope was given and then found to be unsolvable despair!

He looked around blankly, vaguely saw the Demon Maid and Ning Shuang who were curiously watching over, and vaguely noticed that there were dense shouts and murderous sounds and monstrous collisions in the distance outside the cave.

Is the fox clan and other demon clans killed, or is the Jiao clan of the seventh brother and eldest sister coming?

The next moment, he didn't have the heart to think about this, he found that the Fly Ancestor under his feet seemed to be annoyed by something, the countless heads in his compound eyes showed a look of pain, the Fly Ancestor's wood-carved body trembled slightly, and the seven silk threads on his body swayed.

When more pressure came, more qi and blood in the body were drawn, and consciousness was a little blurred again.

He sat down dejectedly, struggling to summon the Mochizuki Well again, only to see that the introduction of the latest sacrificial spirit [Nineteen Realm Fly Demon] on the surface of the well had not changed, but a gadfly figure inexplicably appeared in the well......

This...... It seems that it has nothing to do with Xin Zhuo, the owner of the well itself, but some kind of devouring of Mochizuki Well's own?

This made Xin Zhuo a little in a trance, could it be that those shadows and weapons in the well were all copies of living organisms or some kind of devouring?

With their existence, so Mochizuki Jing can help him to fuse, copy and share various martial arts?

Or is Mochizuki Well itself a magic weapon for refining the world's martial arts supernatural powers and weapons?

This is very much in line with the changes that occurred on the surface of the well when he fused martial arts.

He focused his attention on the Fly Ancestor at his feet, and the "invasion" of Mochizuki well water disturbed it, or did it feel some kind of fear?

"Down...... Serve, Maverick...... Fly, I'm you...... An existence that cannot be provoked!"

He barely said this sentence that sounded like the second in the middle school, but had the most direct lethality to the monster.

「？」

Frost and the Demon Lady's faces showed a hint of doubt at the same time.

Is this kid crazy? What is he saying?

Fly Zu can't afford to provoke him? Who does he think he is?

Didn't work!

Fly Zu didn't buy it, or he simply saw that he was a rookie, and the terrifying aura just now had nothing to do with him.

….

Everything is calming down!

It's just that Xin Zhuo's feeling of "like a quagmire" is still there, and even a little stronger.

He had no choice but to let go of any unrealistic illusions, and while trying to resist the corrosion of the Fly Ancestor's breath, he wondered if it was possible to submit it?

Like the three-color demon feather and the sub-rat jade cat, looking for the weakness of this fly ancestor?

What are its weaknesses?

No! It basically has no weaknesses, and even if it does, it is not something that can be solved by itself.

Is an elephant's weakness something that an ant can exploit?

What to do?

A dog's knife, martial arts fusion technique, dog head escape technique, blood transformation divine knife, soul attraction strain to connect the white blade, and the ancient ten-way battle momentum are all cast......

A stick of incense!

Two sticks of incense!

Half an hour!

……

For three hours, Xin Zhuo found that he had no way, and no method was useful.

The strength in his body is even weaker, and his true qi is slowly disappearing, and I am afraid that it will not be long before his life will be explained here.

In a daze, he suddenly found that he seemed to have entered a misunderstanding of thinking, that is, ...... I think that the water of Mochizuki Well can make Fly Ancestor afraid, but Mochizuki Well and himself are two different individuals, but now think about it, why can't I be Mochizuki Well? Did the well master do it in vain?

"Little gadfly, are you really not afraid of death?"

He manipulated the Mochizuki Well again and sprinkled a patch of well water.

"Buzz ......"

The whole "pyramid" began to shake again, more violently than the previous one.

He hurriedly looked at Mochizuki Well.

[Sacrifice Spirit: Nineteen Realm Fly Demons......

Shared: Class A inferior, unsurrendered (2/10)]

It was like some kind of strong deterrence, and the Fly Ancestor gave in a little!

There is a door!

A large area of water from the Mochizuki well was spilled again.

(3 out of 10)

……

Sprinkling.

(4 out of 10)

Sprinkling.

(5 out of 10)

……

Sprinkling.

(8 out of 10)

……

Sprinkling.

"Twitter......twitter"

This time it didn't work, and there was a sudden angry scream from under him, as if he realized that he had been deceived.

"Uh......"

Xin Zhuo's stomach was about to be successfully submitted, and he fell to the bottom in an instant.

"This ......"

Not far away in front of the White Jade Gate, the Demon Maid and Ning Shuang had been shocked by the inexplicable series of vibrations of the Fly Ancestor at this moment, and when they heard the hazy cry, they were even more panicked!

It's an earth immortal, and it's not enough to see it in front of the Fly Ancestor!

Fly Ancestor didn't care about a mere Great Venerable Realm Jiang Yuqing at all, let alone his identity as a mere mortal prince, but why was he so angry, even reversing the dead silence of thousands of years?

Hearing this, Xin Zhuo above suddenly smiled indifferently: "Little gadfly, are you really lying to me? Can't you see who I am?"

In terms of pretending to be forced and deceiving people, Xin Zhuo has countless methods, and now whether it works or not, he must resist it, and he can't be half a point weaker.

The voice no longer appeared, as if a strange cry had exhausted all his strength, but the terrifying anger and green aura rushed straight towards Xin Zhuo, as if it was about to crush him completely.

Once again, Sindra found himself in a difficult situation.

It's just that it seems impossible for this Fly Ancestor to completely deny him, and it is impossible for his Mochizuki well water to cause substantial harm to the Fly Ancestor.

….

Strange stalemate!

It's a little worse!

Just a little bit!

Ah Gou's knife and all his own means were used, obviously of no use to Fly Zu.

What else?

He suddenly thought of the bead given by his eldest sister Jiang Huan, and reached out with difficulty, the bead was crystal clear and jade, I don't know what material it was made of, the Vermilion Bird inside was lifelike, there was a faint trace of flames, and the surface of the bead also exuded an indescribable heat.

I don't know what the hell it is? It's a bit like a work of art processed on an assembly line in a previous life!

He subconsciously sprinkled the water from the Mochizuki well.

I saw a trace of water visible to the naked eye and instantly climbed to all directions inside the bead.

Look at the well again.

[Sacrificial Spirit: The true spirit of the Nineteen Realms of the Fire Vermilion Bird, which contains the true spirit and demonic energy and mana of the Nineteen Realms Demon Clan.

The realm of the demon clan cannot be shared!

Aura and form can be shared and refined!

Shared: Class A inferior, not surrendered! 】

Nineteen again

Realm Demon Clan!

This submission ball?

Xin Zhuo tried to raise Ah Gou's knife, but unfortunately he didn't even have the strength to raise the knife!

He subconsciously looked under him, and suddenly had a strange thought-

If this Nineteen Realms Flame Vermilion Bird and the Nineteen Realms Fly Ancestor under him touch, what strange changes would happen?

So, he immediately exclaimed, "Gadfly...... Son, try ...... Test the power of my Suzaku!"

Flick the beads and land on top of the giant gadfly's head!

(End of chapter)

Lixia is reborn