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How could the ferocious monster put the two small insects in his eyes, and with a slight sweep of the big tail, the two angry golden beetles were beaten without a trace.

The greedy and murderous pupil fell on the stone and stared for a moment. The two golden beetles flew back again, crackling, and hitting dozens of times, and the monster was really impatient. Turn and flee behind the ridge.

Mo Xie had been staring at this monster, and he couldn't see that there was any essence blood in this beast's body. Blood Soul Worms are not interested, and they should not be stronger than Xenomorphic Essence Blood.

The golden beetle finally found an opponent, how could it be possible to give up. Buzzing and fluttering his wings, he chased after him.

"If you can't kill it, don't come back." Mo Ye laughed when he saw it, and he didn't help, watching the golden beetle chase and kill without a shadow.

In the middle of the night, the two golden beetles did not come back, Mo Ye couldn't help but be a little worried, and woke up halfway through cultivation. Look at the dark night and walk to the stone. "You lie here first, I'll take a look."

"No! Either let me go". Shui Han screamed, she didn't want to stay here, once something happened, she would be stupid.

Mo Xie wanted to let go of her, but it wasn't time yet. The aura of the spirit is too heavy, and Mo Xie is afraid of attracting alien insects. Judging from the past few days, Shui Han's invisibility is right, otherwise those untransformed aliens will not appear.

Shui Han pleaded again and again, and he was so anxious that he was about to cry. Mo Xie had no choice but to carry the stone and escape into the forest. Chased after the breath left by the golden beetle. After turning over a few peaks, Mo Xie felt more and more weird. The forest is quieter than ever. "Is there a spirit"?

Mo Xie looked around at the mountain peak, and sure enough, he found clues. The mountain is sleeping in the mist, and the clouds of fog tumble in what appear to be rolling snowballs. Rolling down from the mountain, the peaks became white. If you don't look closely, you can't tell that the mountain is hidden in the mist.

The forest is foggy, delicately filling every corner, and the shadow of the mountain can be seen clearly when walking in the fog. Mo Xie stood the stone in the fog and pulled it lightly, dragging the water cold out of the stone.

The water cold condensed a body of mist, and the wet reflected the graceful curves. I thought of a lot of swearing, but I didn't have the heart to scold at this time. This is not the breath of the spirit, this is the aura, and there is such a spiritual mountain with such a strong aura in the foreign land.

Mo Ye had no intention of entering the mountain, and stood in the night fog outside the mountain.

"Stay with me, okay?" Shui Han said timidly, with a pair of eyes staring at pleading, which made people unable to refuse.

I couldn't see this kind of look, and disappeared into the stars in a flash.

Shui Han condensed his battle shield, walked into the mist with Hua Zun in his hand, and walked along the light mist towards the mountainside with rich spiritual energy.

In the blink of an eye, the clouds and mist suddenly dispersed, and I don't know where they disappeared. The night dew was shining, and the armor was gradually wet.

The mountains were filled with steaming white mist, gradually like a fog dragon, descending with the mountains and diving into the vast sea of clouds. The swarthy mountain peaks have become an island in the sea of fog.

When Shui Han was surprised, in the dark shadows of the dark forest, a black shadow stood at some point, staring at her with blazing black eyes.

There was a chilling moment. Shui Han saw the shadow clearly, and it was indeed a spirit. Hurriedly bowed. "Shui Han, a disciple of Jinghan Palace, passed by Lingshan and wanted to rest."

"Long admiration, come with me". The spirit returned the salute, did not introduce it, and turned around and walked into the mountain forest.

Shui Han followed silently, it was true that the spirit was true, but I don't know why this spirit was so lonely. I wanted to ask the name of this mountain, but when I saw the silent eyes of the spirit man, I had to follow silently.

The branches of the trees swayed in the wind, and a few poor leaves fluttered in the morning wind. Shui Han glanced sideways, slightly stunned, and his body was suddenly fixed in the air by a powerful suction.

Shui Han's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his limbs were paralyzed with fright, his scalp was numb, and an ominous premonition rose to his heart. I was about to ask. The spirit man locked Shui Han's throat with his hand, and suddenly, a cold breath stuck in his throat. Danhai aura was sealed.

Shui Han stared at the cold eyes with puzzled pupils, and only then did he see that there was a spirit priest standing in front of him. There wasn't much flesh on his face, so thin that only skin and bones remained.

The spirit priest grabbed Shui Han's neck and fled into the mountains and forests.

The green hills are stacked and undulating. A stone building is reflected in the mirror-like lake nearby. A gentle breeze blew, and the calm surface of the lake immediately rippled like fish scales.

The spiritual priest came to the stone tower and threw the water cold on the sand. He knelt on his knees at the water's edge and did not dare to lift his head.

"Throw it into the basket". A terrible voice came from the stone building.

Two golden beetles, one large and one small, crawled over, one big tong clamped Shui Han's neck, and the other small pincer clamped Shui Han's feet, and crawled into the woods. The spirit priest did not dare to get up, but still knelt in the water, his head bowed, his black hair covering his horrible pale face.

When a ray of red glow shone on the back of the spirit, wisps of clear mist rose. Suddenly, the spirit shuddered, his fingers sinking deep into the sand, and slowly clenched into fists. Dripping sweat ran down her hair and spilled on the sand.

The two golden beetles ran out one after the other, blowing the golden wind for a while. Large pincers clamped the spirit's neck and pressed him into the sand. The little gold beetle was a little late, and a pair of pincers slapped on the pouting buttocks, and the spirit man's waist collapsed as if it were broken.

The little golden beetle stepped on the spirit's buttocks, and the small pincers reached the back of the spirit's neck. A long, sharp spike protrudes from the pincers and slowly stabs into the neck bone.

Blisters erupted from the water-soaked sand, and the spirit's limbs twitched, and his trembling hands lifted up to grasp the pincers. The golden beetle hooked the foot pressed the hand, quickly pulled out the pincer thorn, the tip of the thorn dripped ****** the stone building on the edge of the forest, swayed slightly, a stream of black gas gushed out from the building, and the three hook shadows buckled the little golden beetle and entered the building. A few terrible screams came from inside the building, squeaking and screaming for a while, and the golden light flew out and fell into the river, splashing in a circle of ripples. After a while, the little golden beetle floated to the surface with six feet facing the sky, and its six claws kept twitching.

The big golden beetle let go of the spirit, flew close to the water, picked up the small golden beetle, and flew into the forest with its wings.

The spirit's head was stuck in the sand, and he didn't move, and the hand was on the back of his neck for some time, and a little red blood oozed from between his fingers.

When the moon rose, in the pale gray mist, the zombies on the beach moved and slowly sat up. Two pairs of black eyes glanced at the stone building in the darkness, and knelt tremblingly at the water's edge.

There was another crashing sound at the edge of the forest, and the golden light of the flowers splashed, and the green grass burst into flowers. Two golden beetles, one large and one small, fought again.

In the blink of an eye, a patch of green grass turned into mud, and the golden insect beetle lost its luster. The two golden beetles were still rolling lifelessly.

Squeak! The two golden beetles stopped in the mud and stared at their little eyes for a moment. The four lights shook up, and the golden beetle disappeared into the night sky.

The bowed spirit raised his head violently, his eyes emitted a strange light, and he held on to the ground and struggled to stand up. Turn around and escape into the woods.

A cloud covers the beautiful soft light of half of the double moon, and another ray of clear light is reflected on the stone tower from the periphery of the cloud, and the stone building is surrounded by a brilliant halo, reflecting a slender figure, the shadow has long hair fluttering on the upper body, and the slender lower body is coiled together, gently floating in the dark aura.

In the dense fog of the forest, there are countless dripping nets, and the network cables seem to be messy, staggered to form a huge net cover. A foul smell rose from the net, and the branches of the ancient trees around them fled to the distance, opening up a round and pale sky.

Under the net is a huge round pit, the walls are smooth, without the slightest roughness, it looks like a stone, and there are thin threads. Several spirits lay on the smooth stone wall in four forks like large cakes. In the center is a puddle of black water, and the strange smell rises from the water.

Shui Han lay on his back, in an extremely ugly posture. As for how ugly it is, I can't care about it for a long time. I stuck out my tongue, how many times I spit out, I can't count, retching, I can't spit out anything anymore.

He vomited twice, his eyes turned blue, and he stared at the other three spirits with dull eyes.

Shui Han grinned, he really couldn't spit it out, and his internal organs were about to be spit out. "Here and there"?

The three spirits didn't move their heads, their eyes didn't move, and their eyelids blinked from time to time, and it could be seen that the three were still living creatures.

No one answered Shui Han's question, and the woods that had been smoked and rolled up the leaves shook as if responding to a terrifying answer.

The quieter it is, the more chilling it is. Shui Han was so frightened that his hair was tied up, and he looked around the dead pit in horror.

"Necrons, where did you die at this time?" Shui Han trembled with a trembling voice, and there was the shadow of the Spirit Venerable.

The ghostly stone building shone with scales, the moonlight was very soft, and the dazzling light of the scales was dyed with a layer of blue light.

There are Zhanzun stacked in a corner of the building, and I can't see how many there are for a while, there are too many, and some have lost their luster. In the other corner, there was a pile of spirit bags, and a layer of ash had fallen, and only one spirit bag was still new, and it was left on top of the ash pile.

Mo Xie floated in the star stamen, staring at the strange insect shadow in the stone building, this metamorphosis insect couldn't see what kind of insect it was, turning into a bewitching spirit girl during the day, and a half-body spirit girl at night, half-body demon shape, walking in a long circle. It's a snake spirit, it's not like it, it's a lizard spirit, it's not like it, and I can't tell what kind of insect it is.

A hook of light flew in, and Hua Zun flew to the bone table. Boom, there was a bang.

Three bewitching green pupils stared at the flower venerable, slowly moving towards the star flower. A trace of green light fell on the purple petals, bursting with green light.

Mo Xie grinned, this face is very delicate, that is, there are more eyes, and the left and right parts of the eyes are just right, these multiple eyes, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit weird.

I really can't sense how high this monster's realm is. However, those three green pupils are enough to wipe out the spiritual consciousness of the spirit, and there is even a sense of being sucked away from the soul. However, compared to Mo Ye, this insect sense is still too weak.