Volume 1 In 2007, My Grandmother Instilled Golden Silkworm Gu Chapter 11 There are only one hero
Before that, Basong and I had fought three times: the first time was when we looked at each other in the air, and our eyes captured our souls; the second time was when we walked down the miscellaneous hair trail, where the central control soul descended; the third time was when we were looking at the beauty’s head,
Dog blood sprayed. Three times, especially the third time, Basong suffered a lot. Not only was the corpse-controlling object that he had painstakingly refined been destroyed, but it was also eaten back at him. This is great hatred, this is
The reason for killing.
They have already met each other with swords and swords, but they are pretending to be ancient and clinging to their origins. There is nothing weird here, where is the weirdness?
I am not that old, but what I have experienced is not as ignorant as others who have been in the ivory tower for a long time. Seeing this Basongluo chattering for a long time, I probably know that he came here to wait for reinforcements.
, Secondly, it was to lower my guard, and then he thought that he could attack me in one fell swoop and make me die with hatred. His wishful thinking came true, but he took it too much for granted and only regarded me as those two fools.
Knead the dough as desired.
who I am?
I remember when I was selling insurance, a newbie miraculously got second place in the group after the first month of training and became a dark horse. This was still happening
Among the group of salespeople with many masters, those who can stand out.
How could I be so easily fooled?
Listening to him telling stories about the Republic of China and detailing the origins of the school hidden behind the clouds of history, my lower body was always tense. As soon as the black sand "hula" spread out, I rushed back.
Like a frightened rabbit.
The rain curtain formed by the black sand was seven to eight meters long and fell sparsely.
There was an unpleasant stench of putrid garbage in the air. I held my breath, not daring to smell the smell. I only knew that this dog was indeed rich, and he was willing to give it up. I was afraid that there would be several taels of this handful of corpse essence.
Just throw them all out. What is corpse essence powder? This thing is said to be a black crystalline mineral dug out from the place where corpses have been buried for many years. It is the sustenance body for the soul to be deposited. Each one is round, like cockroach excrement.
, completely natural. After mixing and frying with dirt-free mud, poisonous snake sacs, centipede legs and other things, and adding some secret techniques, it becomes the best amplifying condiment for black magic, evil magic, etc.
It is more than ten times easier to use than a half-tone amplifier like the Golden Silkworm Gu.
There are not many places to bury corpses in recent years. Most of them are mass graves and mass graves left by wars and plagues. Moreover, after being overtaken by righteous people (such as Taoist priests and monks), hundreds of places will not be created.
During the years, there were very few. Corpse spirit powder was hard to come by. Only the evil magic families with a long history would have such things. Take them out and it would be a symbol of status. People who know the goods will immediately be pissed off.
Ran away.
However, I didn't run away immediately. Instead, I turned around and stared at the internally injured master to see if he had any other skills at packing boxes.
Our eyes met, and a strange smile appeared on his face. He opened his hands, and the big robe he wore moved automatically. In the open space in front of us, one after another, small black shadows turned out and squirmed. I watched intently.
, it turned out to be a centipede again, a densely packed mass, with long knuckles and hard shells, the first pair of legs were hook-shaped and sharp, and the other teeth, claws and poisonous limbs shook. For a while, black, red, black and green...every time
They were only about ten centimeters long, and they were all tangled together and rolled into a ball. After a while, four or five centipede balls the size of basketballs appeared in front of me.
Centipede descends!
I shook my head and laughed. The climate in Southeast Asia is hot and humid, with numerous mountains, rivers, jungles, and insects. Therefore, medicinal poison poisoning is very common and is almost a necessary skill for every head-dropping master. But as Basong said, there are mountains and thousands of roads.
Ordinary medicinal poisons are mostly seen in cross-infection of viruses, and then the excrement of poisonous insects, corpse powder and other substances are mixed with the principle of poisoning to harm people with their toxicity. However, there are also powerful ones who use grievances to gather hundreds of insects.
With the help of many materials, a Thousand Insect Phage head-lowering technique was created.
This is a practical technique, and it is completely different in principle from the method of repelling insects and controlling beasts. However, precisely because of the processing and modulation, the poison in the mouth and claws of this centipede is a hundred times and a thousand times stronger than the ordinary ones of the same kind. Just one bite,
It can make an adult elephant fall to the ground, convulse, and die of poisoning. It is very domineering.
Once the expert takes action, it is indeed not simple, it is very powerful.
But for me, this trick is a bit inappropriate. After seeing the 100-meter silverfish formation of the dwarf mule and the four or five centipedes nesting in a ball, I am really not afraid of such centipedes.
No matter how many there are, it will not be able to withstand the natural biological pressure of the upgraded version of Golden Silkworm Gu, let alone the quantity. It is just a few extra midnight snacks for this fat bug.
That's what I thought, but Basong smiled strangely, jumped and screamed, and started the most primitive master dance.
As his limbs swayed, I felt that the wind flowing in the wilderness began to become much softer. It stopped walking, circled around me, and the silky coolness was like the tongue of a beast, licking it like a beast.
The back of my spine. Suddenly there was a sound of wind and a sharp shout behind my ears. I instinctively lowered my head to avoid it. I concentrated on looking and saw four dark creatures attacking me with long bladed scythes. The one at the front was
On the other end, holding a sickle, he passed by me. He bared his teeth and grinned, and a fishy smell hit his nostrils.
These four things range from 80 centimeters to about one meter in height. They look like humans and monkeys. Their arms are covered with black hair. Their whole bodies are sticky and dark green. They have a fishy smell like fish, shrimp, and aquatic plants. They all
It carries a turtle shell on its back, has a beak on its face, has four canine teeth at the top and bottom, has disheveled hair, a disc-shaped depression in the center of its head, and two dark red eyes that are bloodthirsty and cruel.
At the same time, the centipede in front of me descended, bounced off the ground, and suddenly rushed toward me. Before it even touched the ground, it spread out like a goddess scattering flowers.
I was shocked. I didn't expect that this dog not only sent down centipedes who ignored the level deterrent, but also recruited four waterweed ghosts.
What is a waterweed ghost? Like a dwarf mule, this ghost has been active in folk tales and legends for a long time. It also has other names, such as water tiger, kappa, insect boy or water spirit...especially kappa, which is almost everywhere in the island country of Japan.
In history and culture. To put it simply, this is a cunning and magical creature. It is said that if the depression in the forehead is filled with water, it will have infinite power and can tear cattle and horses apart.
Is this the reason Basong really came to China to seek revenge, and dared to come here alone to stop me?
Not only that, the black shadows dispersed in the sky, and suddenly three more ghost dolls with red eyes appeared, floating, whimpering, and occasionally showing their sharp teeth, which were like crab-like cross-mouthed parts, with dense interlacing inside.
That's right, Jian Ya, a head-dropping master from Southeast Asia. He would be embarrassed to say hello to others without bringing a few evil ghost Gumantong with him when he goes out.
I suddenly avoided these four waterweed ghosts, released the golden silkworm Gu to deal with the disgusting centipede, and then ran hard towards the highway, endlessly cursing the world in my heart: "What kind of head-dropping master is this?"
A professional summoner.
I was fast, but the waterweed ghost was not slow either. He was holding a sickle, like four dwarf gods of death, with short legs and jumping like a rabbit.
I climbed over the guardrail of the highway, and a waterweed ghost jumped across the sky. I poked my leg and kicked it in the heart. It fell down with a cry. Before I could catch my breath, those three evil ghosts were floating in the air.
The Gumantong rushed towards me with its white teeth open. Facing the water plant ghost that had already become a reality, I could only temporarily avoid the sharp edge. However, how could I be afraid of this mere spirit Gumantong?
It bit and bit, and I just slapped my palms out, hitting its cute and terrifying face hard.
The first evil ghost Gumantong was hit by my cursed hands, howling loudly, and then flew away with a blow, falling diagonally to the side of the road. Unfortunately, I was only able to hit one with my speed.
The two evil ghost Gumantong looked at the opening and bit me on the arm and the other on my thigh. They shook their heads vigorously and bit, like two vicious dogs that had not eaten for three days.
It hurts! This pain merged into the nerves and immediately spread to my center. When I saw it, Gumantong, who was supposed to be a void spirit body, actually used his spiritual power to bite out a bloody wound. Black-red blood instantly left
Come down.
It's so powerful, one can imagine how much inhuman torture he suffered before his death, so he could have such resentment.
Because of the resentment, it is powerful.
This is a ghost.
He leaned forward and handed me a sharp sickle, and cut it towards my head. With this force, if I hit it hard with one swing, my big head would be separated from my neck and roll out.
I rolled on the spot to avoid the knife, then stretched out my hand to swat away the two evil ghosts Gumantong attached to me, and looked at the cars parked not far away and the corpse-like corpses lying on the side of the road.
Mao Xiaodao, feeling scared in his heart.
Basong was well prepared. He first used his soul control technique to force me to brake suddenly and stop here. Then he used his corpse control technique to force me out of the car, and then tried to capture me alive.
I broke it with the blood of a black dog, but then came out with centipedes and entangled the golden silkworm Gu. The evil ghost Gumantong and the waterweed ghost were sent to claim my life... Such strange tricks were used one after another, which can be regarded as a big investment.
Compared with him, Wang Luohe was simply a poor relative in the countryside, a householder with several apartments in the imperial capital.
I was depressed, why did Luo Shimao want to accept so many apprentices? Ever since I was bewitched by my grandmother and she died, how could there be so many relatives asking for their lives to collect debts?
No, I can't sit still and wait for death. I must take down the source of all this, that is, the old guy Basong. Otherwise, even if I can escape this disaster, my family and friends will definitely be targeted by this guy with no limits and suffer from me.
I was tired. I made up my mind not to run away. I jumped down the guardrail again, took big steps, and ran towards Basong who was mumbling something.
Seeing me coming to fight, Basong's big black commando flew up into the sky, and his whole body made a "click-click" noise, and he instantly turned into a burly man with a height of 1.9 meters. Is this a Transformer?
No, this is yoga!
When two tigers fight, there is only one hero.
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