The old urchin breathed a sigh of relief, although the fire-devouring flying ants he had raised in captivity suffered heavy losses under Wang Long's dodge, but the lightning storm would definitely not be able to be cast.

Without a lightning storm, Wang Lung's invisible danger went to one.

Without the threat of a lightning storm, the old urchin was even more nervous.

Since receiving the tip from Elder Taishang, although the old urchin pretended to be confused and said that he knew the reason, he really didn't see it.

As soon as Elder Taishang left, the old urchin's attention was all focused on Wang Lung, and he had also tried to penetrate the ant colony to see Wang Lung inside, but as soon as his divine sense touched the surroundings of the ant colony, the feeling of soul shattering made him feel painful.

Urgently withdrew his consciousness, drenched in a cold sweat! With his ability, he could only make a fuss on the periphery.

Wang Lung's sudden change caused the entire ant colony to panic.

Although the spatial fluctuations were more explosive than just now, but a trace of a gap could still be found, the old urchin took the risk of losing a trace of his divine sense, and pulled away a little divine consciousness and rushed left and right in the ant colony, just when his divine consciousness was about to collide with the space storm, he saw Wang Long who was looking for a war knife.

This look made the old naughty boy almost faint!

Red complexion, swollen skin, puffy body.

That's all the old urchin sees, and his whole scalp is tingling.

Wang Lung himself didn't know what to say about the discovery of the old naughty boy, he was now deformed, his original height was less than one meter eight, and now he has expanded to more than two meters, and his body is slowly inflated like a balloon.

Because Wang Lung has always been in the innermost circle of the ant colony, it is pitch black all around, although his vision is much stronger than before, but the pitch black ant colony obscures most of his vision, and there is disgusting slime and the stump and severed arms of the fire-devouring flying ants everywhere around him, and his naked body is stuck everywhere.

The lightning storm may deal a fatal blow to the king dragon, but the number of fire-devouring flying ants is now less than a thousand, and it is no longer possible.

Wang Lung's greatest danger now has changed from lightning storm to fire poison.

He was filled with too much fire-eating ant venom, a small part of the venom was excreted through the pores of sweat, but most of it had seeped into his blood and flesh.

The main reason why Wang Long has swelling and discoloration is that the body ingests too much fire poison.

The fire poison had a corrosive effect on the souls of ordinary civilians and low-level cultivators, but for Wang Lung, the erosion of the soul was no longer felt.

If the mind loss effect does not take effect, the fire poison of the fire devouring flying ant will not be stopped.

Although the ant colony stirred up by Wang Lung is chaotic now, but it is only more than ten minutes, the old urchin is most worried that Wang Lung ingests too much fire poison, if he is supported by the fire poison venom and dies, he naturally does not have to bear any responsibility, but it is not something he can bear if he is not dead or alive.

Wang Lung is tenacious, not in his spirit, but in his body.

The whole body is swollen like that, and he can still fight as hard as a person who has nothing to do, and the old naughty boy can't understand that there are two extremes in his mind now.

One is that Wang Lung was exploded by fire poison.

One is for Wang Lung to clear the fire-devouring flying ants as soon as possible and stop the venom ingestion.

He wasn't Wang Lung and couldn't help the other party, so now he could only stare at the side.

"Kill...... Kill ......"

Wang Lung gritted his teeth and roared fiercely, as soon as he picked up the war knife, he was surrounded again by a swarm of fire-devouring flying ants, but fortunately this time the war knife did not collapse because of the collision of the flying ants.

He could only swing a single knife and cut off half of the wings of a flying ant, and then his body was once again covered with fire-devouring flying ants.

Feeling the two big teeth clamping down on his skin, Wang Lung didn't even pay attention to it, this feeling and weight he had endured for more than five hours.

At the moment when the flying ants surrounded him, Wang Lung could only swing a knife, he didn't even stand up straight, and he was surrounded again by water when he maintained the posture of swinging the knife.

Wang Lung's posture made him very awkward, usually with a swing of the knife, his body would immediately return to its original state, but this time it was like a static picture, not only could he not return to his position, but his whole strength was limited to the calf of his right leg.

The tip of the knife was slightly inclined to the lower part of the sword, stretched out in front of Wang Long, and all the flying ants who rushed over from the tip of the knife to the fire devouring flying ants could not adjust the direction at all, so it could be said that they rushed over and died.

Although it is an exaggeration, it is still normal to pass through the intestines.

Although the fire-devouring flying ants that were pierced by the war knife would not be able to die for a while, it was absolutely uncomfortable, surrounded by companions, it was impossible to move the war knife out of the body, and Wang Lung couldn't move, let alone the fire-devouring flying ants that were disemboweled.

Wang Lung wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the flying ants' rapid siege to pit the other party again, but his body posture made him unable to exert his strength effectively.

Fortunately, the sword was split on both sides, so Wang Lung didn't have to think about cutting in that direction.

Although he is a forger, the sword in Wang Long's hand is made of meteoric iron, which naturally cannot be compared with the weapons in the miracle space, the hardness is acceptable, but the sharpness cannot be complimented.

This sharpness is compared to the weapons in the miracle space, and if it is compared with the weapons on the earth, it is definitely the reputation of the Divine Soldier.

It's better to have a weapon in hand than to be barehand.

The body shape of the fire-devouring flying ant was close to one meter, and there was some gap between the two flying ants next to each other, Wang Lung felt the gap between the flying ants with his arm, and moved his wrist with great difficulty, so that the war knife could cut the body of the flying ants.

He didn't know that the Dao could cut through the part of the Fire Devouring Flying Ant, as long as it could move, it meant that the war knife could cut through the shell of the opponent.

"How is it? I just vaguely heard Wang Lung shouting again, is there any variable?" a flash flashed from the side.

"I don't know what to say, just now the Fire Devouring Flying Ants messed up, as if they were squeezed to death a lot, and this time they were fenced again. ”

He told one what he saw, but after thinking for a while, he turned his head and asked, "It's all done to come back so soon?"

"It's just to collect some things, how much trouble can it be, but I think we're in the wrong place again this time?"

He sighed softly and continued: "This is the Pharaoh's dormitory, yes, not only is there no trace of the old urchin, but there is also no queen ant. ”

"Are you saying that this place is a trap deliberately laid by the old urchin? How could this be? Could it be that Wang Lung has a grudge against him?"

He shook his head helplessly and said: "I don't know if there is a hatred, but this must be a trap designed for Wang Lung, this group of fire-devouring flying ants has just been put in for a day or two, Wang Lung has left the dragon leopard's lair, and has experienced a fantasy world, the next step will definitely be to find the pharaoh's dormitory first, this step-by-step arrangement is designed by the old naughty boy, is there anyone else else besides?"

"You and I don't know the specific content of the fourth-level experience test, but I feel that everything Wang Lung has experienced is a bit out of the ordinary. I don't understand why the old urchin designed these traps for Wang Lung, did he really have a holiday with Wang Lung. Sora frowned and muttered to himself.

"Maybe there are some secrets that we don't know, and we don't know the specific details of Wang Lung's time in the dragon and leopard's lair, and we don't know the details of Lu Dao, when he gets out this time and asks well, maybe there will be an answer. I said what I thought.

Hearing what he said one by one, he felt reasonable, and nodded in agreement, but instead of continuing, he stared at the entire colony.

Difficulty!

This was Wang Lung's first feeling, not that his war knife was not sharp enough to cut the body of the flying ant, but that he had limited space for movement.

He could feel that he couldn't completely cut off the body of a flying ant with a single knife, and in the limited space, Wang Lung could only slowly turn the war knife, cut left and right, and his body posture could not be changed, the focus was too low, and he couldn't use his strength.

Time passed little by little, and the battle with the Fire Eater Flying Ant had lasted for twelve hours, and it was almost close to his limit for the current Wang Lung.

Although Wang Lung has little activity, it doesn't mean that he didn't resist, especially the squeeze brought to him by the Fire Devouring Flying Ants, his breathing is not a normal frequency, and every time he gasps, it will waste a lot of his physical strength, but the only thing that is fortunate is that he is not hungry.

When he was in the dragon leopard's lair, twelve hours happened to be Wang Lung's hunger point, and the reason why he was able to hold on for so long this time was due to the fire poison.

In the past few hours, Wang Lung's body shape has changed even more, and his height has exceeded two and a half meters.

Wang Lung had actually discovered the changes in his body, but he didn't have anything to do, and he knew that Lu Dao's body was so high and swollen, all because of the fire poison venom, but fortunately, he didn't feel any swelling, and the flexibility of his body was not affected.

The expansion of his body brought more siege from the Fire-Eating Flying Ants, and Wang Lung now had a quarter more Fire-Eating Flying Ants on his body than he did at the beginning.

In addition to turning his wrist to cut with his sword, he was now feeling the time when the fire-devouring flying ants on his body fell off.

It is estimated that not many people know about this discovery, Wang Lung's soul has not been corroded and harmed, so the venom infusion of the Fire Devouring Flying Ants will not stop.

The fire venom of each fire-devouring flying ant is limited, and it is impossible to be as large as their appetite, and after injecting all the venom in the abdomen into Wang Lung's body, the fire-devouring flying ant will automatically loosen its mouth, and the fire-devouring flying ant that loosens its mouth is dead or alive, Wang Lung can't see it at all.

The reason why he felt the time for the Fire Devouring Flying Ant to fall off was that Wang Lung was waiting for the time difference, and when the new Fire Devouring Flying Ant had not yet taken over, he occupied that space in advance to adjust his posture.

Wang Lung also just learned about this discovery.

Three hours ago, the Fire Devouring Flying Ant on his head suddenly loosened his mouth, and Wang Lung was slightly stunned for less than two seconds, and the new Fire Devouring Flying Ant had already taken over, and he hadn't seen what the state of the blurted out flying ant was, and his eyes had been sealed.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wang Lung was calculating when the flying ant on his brain would be able to spit out its venom.

He had memorized all the time when the eighty-one flying ants were hung on his body, and he was calculating the time point and figuring them out, so he could get out.

Syllable!

In fact, there is no such sound, this is designed by Wang Lung himself, he just wants to form an inertial thinking pattern.

Once every three hours, the time for the flying ant to spit out the venom, and he finally knew what the state of the flying ant blurted out was.

Not death but malaise, which can only be described in this word.

Although the time was too short, Wang Lung's observation was detailed enough, and the tentacles of the Fire Devouring Flying Ants could not be retracted from the outside, the shell was tarnished, and the wings were wrinkled.

After spitting out the venom, the Fire Devouring Flying Ant will definitely lose its combat effectiveness, but I don't know when the Dao will recover?

If it takes a long time, then Wang Long can endure it, a thousand fire-devouring flying ants, if they die for the first time, they can spit out venom once in three hours, and they can support eighty-one flying ants to poison at the same time each time, it will take ten days.

In these ten days, Wang Lung needs to ensure four conditions to leave alive.

The first is that the languishing fire-eating flying ants have a recovery time of more than ten days.

The second is that his body can withstand the infusion of fire venom and not be exploded.

The third is that fire poison has no other side effects and does not lose physiological functions due to too much venom.

The fourth is that he must have a food supply.

This condition is more critical to Wang Lung than the other three, because he has experienced it firsthand, let alone ten days without food, he will burp in three days.

These four conditions were conceived under the assumption that Wang Lung would not resist and let the fire-devouring flying ants come and go freely, in a posture of standing up as a corpse.

But this is impossible, because Wang Lung still has a war knife in his hand!

After Wang Lung found the pattern, he had more room to swing his knife, and now that he was in good shape, he could pit the flying ant colony again at any time, and it was much better for the fire-devouring flying ants to perform a suicidal impact than if he swung his own knife to slash and kill.

Wang Lung was ready, he thought about how to proceed to the next step, and after the ant colony hit the panic, Wang Lung was ready to maintain a standing posture as much as possible, whether it was wings or head or antennae, no matter where he chopped, he had to complete the most kills in ten minutes.

After the colony regained its composure, the siege was repeated, and the standing position allowed Wang Lung to reduce the adjustment time.

As long as this plan continues, he thinks it won't be long before this group of fire-devouring flying ants will be eradicated!

Sometimes the human imagination is limitless, but it is another thing to implement it.

Wang Lung was about to tighten the skin of his whole body so that the two big teeth of the flying ant could be separated from his flesh, but an accident appeared.

Wang Lung suddenly couldn't control his body, and his flesh and blood were twitching, although he was squeezed by the flying ants and couldn't move, Wang Lung could clearly feel that his control over his body was decreasing.

Convulsions, desperate convulsions, like ordinary people pumping their legs and stomachs, ten times more powerful than that feeling and all over the body.

Wang Lung's brain is awake, his skin has no feeling, there is no feeling of holding a knife in his hand, and even his eyelids are twitching.

The first sensation is the skin, followed by muscles, blood, bones, internal organs, and even the brain.

This feeling came instantly, and it could no longer be described as pain, and the strong stimulation made Wang Lung faint directly before he even had time to react.

"Bang" The teacup in the hand of the Great Elder shattered instantly.

Everything about Wang Lung was under his watch.

Wang Lung fainted, but it was not because of soul erosion, but because of the fire poison infusion.

Elder Taishang had already expected this outcome, but he didn't know what the consequences would be.