The weather in Death Ze is indeed weird, the first half of the night is still bright moon hanging, but the second half of the night is suddenly gloomy, not long, the continuous drizzle is even more falling, the rain is not big, but it is still boring and abnormal.

Lin Zhuo and the others moved the fire to a luxuriant tree, and while the rain was not heavy, Lin Zhuo picked up some dry dead branches, so as not to have no firewood for the rest of the night, and then sat down again.

In this deep and dark dense forest full of poisonous insects, if there is no fire, it is a bad luck.

However, not long after Lin Zhuo sat down, Xiao Cha's fluffy ears, which had been sleeping dimly by the fire, suddenly moved, and then opened his eyes.

Under the firelight, two points of blue light suddenly lit up in its eyes, and it slowly stood up and looked straight to a certain place.

Lin Zhuo and the two were both a little puzzled for a moment, but after two or three breaths, both of them noticed the abnormality.

There is an intermittent faint flute sound floating in the distance, in this dark forest, it makes people's hearts a little hairy. And with the sound of this flute, a tingling sound gradually became louder, as if scratching people's hearts.

Lin Zhuo's face slowly sank, glanced at the golden bottle, and said, "You and Xiaocha stay here and don't move, I'll take a look." ”

Jin Bei'er nodded slowly and said, "You be careful, if you have something, you will return it." ”

Lin Zhuo smiled when he heard this, but he didn't say anything more, and Jiuyan purple light wrapped her in a blink of an eye and went into the forest.

After walking through the forest for half a time, Lin Zhuo quietly fell into the light, and the purple light in the dark forest quietly dissipated in a slight flicker, and returned to its original gloomy appearance.

Lin Zhuo held the trunk of the tree with one hand and slowly hid himself.

After a while, as the sound of the flute slowly approached, those strange small sounds slowly became louder, as if scratching people's hearts, which made people irritated and abnormal.

Lin Zhuo inadvertently looked at the ground under the tree, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

I saw that on the ground where there was nothing just now, there was a thick black blanket at some point, surging forward like a stream of water.

If you look closely, this torrent is actually composed of countless poisonous insects of different shapes, their limbs twisting, and they are still devouring each other as they move forward, and those strange sounds are the strange sounds made by these poisonous insects when they devour each other.

Lin Zhuo looked at this disgusting scene, pursed his lips in disgust, and looked up in the direction where the flute came from.

Looks like someone is driving these disgusting things. In the midst of this death, a person who is so good at driving poisonous insects, Lin Zhuo already has some answers in his heart.

With a cold snort, she simply sacrificed Jiuyan, and no longer concealed her whereabouts, and fled straight towards the place where the flute came from.

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In a dark and damp place like Death Ze, I don't know how many poisonous insects have bred for thousands of years, and for most people, these poisonous insects are poisonous and fierce, and they can't be contaminated at all.

However, most of these people definitely do not include the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, the reason why the Ten Thousand Poison Gate is called the Ten Thousand Poison Gate is because many of its disciples are good at poisoning, and if there are more than ten poisons in the world, eight of them may come from the hands of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate.

Its current master calls himself the god of poison, and he is even more amazing at poison.

Qin Wuyan, as a closed disciple of the Poison God, has learned most of the skills of the Poison God over the years, but he has always suffered from the lack of high-quality poison assistance, which makes him the last in strength among the three major princes of the Demon Sect, and even the Golden Bottle has to crush him.

This time when he came to Death Ze, a place that is difficult for others to walk in, it is like entering his own back garden for him, and he can come and go as he pleases.

And his goal had quietly changed from the first day he entered the inner ze, and that strange treasure was far less attractive to him than the various poisons in this dead ze.

This is only a short day after entering Neze, he has gathered countless poisonous insects through the thaumaturgy of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, and when he met Li Xun of the Incense Valley not long ago, the great disciple of the Incense Valley, who has always been famous all over the world, can only escape under his hands.

Even if there were Tianyin Temple Dharma Ministers later, Qingyunmen Lin Jingyu and Zeng Shushu joined, and the four of them could only protect themselves under Qin Wuyan's insect repellent thaumaturgy, and they had no power to fight back.

If it weren't for the fact that someone sneaked up behind at the critical moment and injured Qin Wuyan, those highly qualified disciples of the righteous path would still have to suffer a lot, and if they didn't perform some unique tricks to press the bottom of the box, I am afraid that they would not be able to escape under Qin Wuyan's hands.

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Gently putting down the piccolo on the side of his mouth, Qin Wuyan breathed a sigh of relief, although his thaumaturgy was powerful, it was also an abnormal loss of spiritual power, and with his cultivation, it could only be maintained intermittently.

After finding a boulder, he ignored the drizzle above his head, threw a pill into his mouth, and then sat cross-legged, slowly recovering his spiritual power.

Around this boulder, countless poisonous insects surged back and forth, covering the ground tightly, but without the urging of the flute, these poisonous insects obviously stopped devouring each other, slowly losing over time, and even had a tendency to slowly disperse out of control.

After a long time, Qin Wuyan opened his eyes, glanced at the surrounding poisonous insects with complexity, and sighed secretly.

His cultivation is still insufficient, if his master comes here, I am afraid that most of the poisonous insects in this dead Zezhong can be gathered by his old man.

After a moment of contemplation, he shook his head, shook off the distractions in his mind, and raised his hand to take out a sandalwood locket from his arms.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he opened the wooden box with joy.

A flash of colored light flashed and slowly fell into his hand after a hissing sound of joy in the air.

It was actually a strange centipede that was half a foot long, colorful, and had seven tails, and Qin Wuyan seemed to love it very much, and even took out several pills for it to take.

Qin Wuyan watched it devour all the pills, and then he reluctantly touched its hard carapace, and said to himself: "Xiao Qi, everything is ready now, only the east wind is owed, and the rest is up to you." ”

After saying this, he actually raised his hand and threw it, and the seven-tailed centipede disappeared into the surrounding poisonous insects, and disappeared again.

Qin Wuyan watched all this, slowly put the piccolo to his mouth, and after a while, that strange tone sounded again. The swarms beneath their feet began to surge again, devouring each other.

And just as he was looking expectantly at the poisonous insects devouring, a purple light came in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, he stopped on a treetop, and as soon as the purple light was closed, Lin Zhuo was dressed in a black robe, standing in the treetops and moving with the wind, looking at everything in front of him with a serious face.

Qin Wuyan's complexion changed slightly, and he slowly became gloomy, and the sound of the piccolo also stopped abruptly.

Lin Zhuo looked around, showed a meaningful smile, and said, "Yo, it's really you, it's really a coincidence, such a big death, you can still hit my hands." ”

When Qin Wuyan heard this, the anxious look in his eyes flashed imperceptibly, and he glanced at the insect swarm under his feet, but he threatened: "I am just cultivating here, I have no intention of fighting again, and I don't want to compete with you for that strange treasure, you don't want to deceive people too much!"

Seeing that Lin Zhuo had not changed, and was still looking at himself with a smile, he gritted his teeth and said: "I know that you are profound, and I am far behind, but if I don't want these poisonous insects, you will not feel good, I advise you to think about it." ”

Lin Zhuo laughed when he heard this, looked at the poisonous insects around him with curiosity, and said: "You reacted like this, it seems that these ghost things are really very important to you, that's really unfortunate, my favorite thing in Lin Zhuo's life is to deceive people too much!"

After saying this, the Jiuyan in her hand slowly lit up, and when Qin Wuyan saw this, he secretly cursed a madman in his heart, and slowly raised the piccolo in his hand and put it to his mouth.

And just when the two of them were tense and about to start, the ground under their feet shook slightly.

The two were slightly stunned, and they both stopped their hands and looked at each other in disbelief.

Not long after, with a sharp roar, a strange golden light suddenly rose to the sky in the center of the distant Death Ze, which stirred up the dark clouds in the sky, and the drizzle seemed to stop.

For a time, the momentum was turbulent, and it could be heard for hundreds of miles.

Lin Zhuo looked at this golden light, his face changed several times, but in the end, he snorted coldly and said to Qin Wuyan: "You kid is really lucky. ”

Dropping these words, she turned into a purple light, and rushed to the sky without looking back...

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