Murong Lin took the lead, the first to rush into the flying ant colony, and as soon as his body entered the ant colony, the white flying ants rushed up his body along his legs.

In the blink of an eye, Murong Lin Zhi's whole body was crawling with termites, and his robe was first torn to pieces by the flying ants, and the dense flying ants became his temporary clothes.

More and more flying ants crowded towards Murong Linzhi, and Murong Linzhi's figure disappeared from everyone's eyes at once, leaving only a humanoid ant pile.

The flying ants had already regarded Murong Linzhi as a delicacy, and the flying ants, which were close to their skin, opened their small mouths like iron and bit into Murong Linzhi's muscles.

The sixty-eight flesh comes from the stone coffin, and the flying ants smell a very tempting aroma of meat from afar, and they desperately want to squeeze into the inner layer to enjoy this hard-won meal.

The dense flying ants surrounded Murong Linzhi's body in a circle after circle, and the flying ants in the outer circle made a strange "squeak" sound because they couldn't get close to the muscles.

The strange cry was like a magnet, attracting more flying ants to crawl towards Murong Linzhi's body.

As a result, the initial humanoid ant pile turned into a white ant hill, and the ant hill became bigger and bigger, and the pile was higher and higher.

The flying ant that was clinging to Murong Linzhi's muscles showed no mercy, and began to bite the muscles that were divided into sixty-eight without hesitation.

However, the muscles are very fine and elastic, and the flying ants have been bitten for a long time, and they cannot be bitten for a while, but occasionally a few drops of blood will seep out of the pores of the flesh.

As soon as the blood beads with a strange fragrance spread, they were immediately smelled by the flying ants surrounding them, and the flying ants who smelled the strange fragrance suddenly had red eyes.

They squeaked hoarsely as they pushed out of the inner circle.

When the floaters heard this, they immediately went crazy, and they stopped moving forward and squeezed towards the three termite hills.

The 100,000 cultivators of the second layer of innate qi cultivation were still shocked by this overwhelming colony of flying ants at the beginning, and lined up in a long dragon formation, preparing for a vicious fight.

However, at this moment, the flying ant colony actually gave up on them, treating them as outsiders.

"Lao Tzu is a congenital body that has just broken through, don't you still look down on it. "A few monks roared at the white flying ants.

"Come, come!" Nearly a thousand more monks took off their shirts and opened their chests.

"Rush!" shouted the 100,000 monks, rushing towards the three ant piles.

Their young master was in the middle of the Flying Ant Hill, and the young master attracted the entire ant colony, making them safe at the moment.

"Young Master, Young Master!" the 100,000 monks shouted loudly towards Ant Mountain with tears in their eyes.

In the past, in order to build a foundation Dan, they defected to the Murong family and took refuge in Murong Linzhi.

They became followers of Murong Lin Zhi, mainly because they took a fancy to his endless flawless spiritual arts.

Sixty-eight appeared as Murong Linzhi, they were under the starlight, and when they saw him, there was only one voice in the hearts of the monks: "It turns out that he is Murong Linzhi, my young master." ”

He didn't say anything in his mouth, but he didn't think so in his heart: "The foolish young master became the patriarch, and he didn't have a good background. ”

However, when Murong Lin Zhi used the Flying Bat to open the loophole of the Secret Realm Heavenly Array and turn it into a gap, allowing them to enter the Secret Realm, these monks were overjoyed in their hearts: "Young Master is not useless, he still has a unique skill at critical moments. ”

Seeing the boundless termite colony, the 100,000 monks knew that this was a bitter battle, although it was not nine deaths, but it was absolutely possible to leave the bones of a hundred monks here.

At this moment, Murong Lin took the lead and was the first to rush into the flying ant colony, attracting the attention of all the flying ants, and they were safe and sound.

This kind of thing is unheard of for them, and in their cognition, it is the followers who prevent disasters and avoid disasters for the young master, and even exchange their lives for the young master's survival.

"Young master, don't have an accident, we're here. I don't know who shouted, followed by 100,000 monks shouting together, the sound was so loud that it resounded in the sky.

One hundred thousand monks divided into three groups, surrounding the hill of three white flying ants, and each monk did his best, waving the weapon in his hand.

Or a sword, or a knife, smashed into the hill fiercely, and for a while, only the sword light and sword shadow appeared, and then the bones of flying ants appeared.

After the flying ants died and landed, they turned into pure spiritual power and were absorbed by 100,000 monks.

However, the increase in cultivation did not attract their attention, and the 100,000 monks cried and shouted while desperately dancing the swords in their hands.

However, there were too many flying ants, and they desperately smashed three white hills, just like digging a three-foot slope.

For Baizhang Mountain, it was just a drop in the bucket, and those white flying ants didn't take it seriously at all.

None of the flying ants turned to fight back, and at this time, all the flying ants became crazy, and they desperately squeezed in, all wanting to squeeze into the inner circle and enjoy the once-in-a-lifetime delicacy.

And Murong Lin Zhi, who was in the center of the hill, was happy to blossom at this moment, and the devouring of three hours made his cultivation slowly rise.

"What level of spiritual art is the 'Star Refining Technique', I'm afraid it's not much different from the 'Chaos Soul Refining Technique'. Murong Lin praised.

When the flying ants climbed up his body, Murong Linzhi's heart was actually a little uneasy, this was using his own life to gamble on the power of the Star Refining Technique.

"Even planets can be refined, can't they refine these flying ants? ”

Murong Lin Zhi secretly said in his heart, but when the numbness and itching came from his whole body, Murong Lin Zhi gritted his teeth and simply sat on the ground, and at the same time, he ran the "Star Refining Technique" to the extreme.

Sixty-eight pairs of mantras of "Star Refining Formula" have long been memorized, but this is the first time that "Star Refining Formula" has been running in his body.

It was the same with forty and forty-one, and they sat on the ground as they did sixty-eight.

The white flying ants buried him, so that they couldn't breathe, and the two clones of forty and forty-one simply ran the turtle breath technique at the same time, and entered a state of self-forgetfulness.

"If you don't succeed, you become a benevolent. After sending a soul message to Murong Lin in forty minutes, he turned off all his physiological functions.

Murong Lin gritted his teeth, and also turned off his physiological functions, only letting the Star Refining Technique and the Turtle Breath Technique run at high speed in the flesh.

Time passed unconsciously, and Murong Lin Zhi was divided into forty and forty-one points to practice in a state of selflessness in the ant mountain.

At the foot of the Flying Ant Mountain, 100,000 monks waved their weapons desperately, and the sword light and sword shadow never disappeared.

Three days and three nights passed, and the robes of the 100,000 monks were soaked in sweat, dry and wet, wet and dry, I don't know how many times.

Another three days and three nights passed, and the back of the 100,000 monks ached, and even the hands holding the sword were ground into blood blisters.

The blood bubble broke, and there was a piercing pain in the palm of his hand, but every monk gritted his teeth, and the action and strength of the sword smashing into the ant mountain were still the same.

The white flying ants were even crazier than before, except that instead of attacking the 100,000 monks, they squeaked and screamed, attacking the interior of the ant mountain.

At this time, 100,000 monks found that the hundred-zhang high ant mountain was descending to the bottom and shrinking.

"What's going on?" When the three ant hills shrank in half, the 100,000 monks wondered in their hearts, although they had killed countless flying ants, they had only stripped off a corner of the ant hills.

I couldn't figure it out in my heart, but the action didn't stop, the 100,000 monks had forgotten the tiredness, forgot the pain, they only had one idea, only by moving the ant mountain away, the young master could live.

Because his cultivation has not fallen, it proves that the young master's flame of life has not been extinguished.

The sword light and sword shadow were as usual, and the sound of "bang bang bang" was endless, and the flying ants in Ant Mountain were as always, even if they saw the corpses of their companions flying, they did not turn around and fight back against the 100,000 monks.

Every flying ant is still red-eyed, and the crazy "squeak" is strange, but the voice is a little hoarse, not as majestic as a few days ago, and obviously lacking confidence.

However, the ant mountain is shrinking faster than a few days ago, and at this moment, even with the naked eye, it can be seen that the ant mountain is shrinking at a speed of one foot after another.

The killing of 100,000 monks seemed to have broken the limits of their own bodies, and they no longer felt tired or painful.

Even the swinging sword is no longer the chaotic of a few days ago, and has become orderly.

"I actually practiced the flawless swordsmanship and the flawless swordsmanship from proficiency to perfection!"

The 100,000 monks glanced at their companions and marveled in their hearts.

"Why, the cultivation has also broken through, from the second layer of Qi training, to the fifth layer of Qi training, and the third level in a row. ”

However, none of the monks had a smile on their faces, and they would not have been happy since they had not seen that the young master was safe and sound.

Another three days and three nights passed, and when the dawn of the tenth day came, the three ant hills had become three ant piles again.

When the 100,000 monks were about to completely clear the three ant piles in one go, they only heard three long howls from the ant pile.

As soon as the whistle fell, all the flying ants on the three ant piles suddenly rose into the sky and flew into the air.

When the monks looked up, they saw that the severed limbs of the flying ants were falling from the sky like rain.

The flying ants landed, and a layer of white mist appeared on the ground, which was all pure spiritual power.

Looking at the ant pile again, Murong Linzhi put on another set of clothes and looked at the cultivators with a smile.

I saw that with a wave of his hands, the layer of white mist on the ground rushed towards the 100,000 monks.

"Young Master!" the 100,000 monks knelt on one knee and saluted Murong Lin with a military salute.

Murong Lin laughed and said, "Cultivate, don't waste these pure spiritual powers. ”

"Yes, young master!" replied the 100,000 monks, like a voice.

The monks hurriedly sat on the ground and began to cultivate, but these spiritual powers did not allow them to break through again, and their cultivation just reached the peak of the fifth layer of qi training.

After Murong Lin Zhi checked his cultivation, he said to Score Forty-One: "Alas, the peak of the fifth layer of Qi refining, the further you cultivate, the more spiritual power you need, and the longer the cultivation time. ”

"That's right, ten days is over, and in the secret country, maybe it's less than half an hour. After checking his cultivation in forty, he said proudly.