Its body is glowing with colorful luster, showing that it is extremely toxic.
The poisonous insect is about the size of a palm, and when it appears, it makes a strange rustling sound, which makes people feel creepy.
"Zila——"
Around him, medicinal incense burned rapidly, and the medicinal mist produced became thinner and thinner, making it difficult to stop the poisonous mist.
Zhang Mingfeng finally showed a look of determination on his face.
He picked up the poisonous insect in his hand and swallowed it directly.
The poisonous insect entered his body, and within just a few breaths, a spasm-like pain shot through his body.
Zhang Mingfeng fell heavily to the ground, clutching his stomach and twitching all over.
On his arms, dark blood vessels were spreading rapidly, and his eyes gradually changed from pitch black to strangely colorful colors.
In the sky, many examiners were also shocked by the scene before them.
One of the Hanlins was silent for a long time, and then slowly sighed: "He is planning to sacrifice himself to absorb all the poisonous fog in front of him."
Another examiner asked: "Since he had poisonous insects on his hands, why didn't he let the poisonous insects swallow up the poisonous mist?"
Hanlin shook his head: "This poisonous insect should not be fully cultivated yet. It is impossible to swallow the poisonous mist in front of him. By doing this, he is preparing to use himself as the poisonous insect's skin to allow the poisonous insect to mature quickly!"
"He wants to use his body to block this poisonous fog! If the poisonous insect enters his body, no matter whether he succeeds or fails in the end, he will not survive!"
The examiners around him were silent for a while.
Many of them know that everything in front of them is a dream.
However, everything in Huang Liang's dream is controlled by the great road of destiny. No matter what everyone does, there is a destiny guiding him.
Every character in Lingzhou City may have been dead long ago in reality.
However, in this Huangliang dream, they still followed their hearts and did what they should do.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
Zhang Mingfeng felt that his breathing was extremely difficult, and his brain had already stopped functioning. Pictures came one after another, flashing in his mind.
In those illusions, he saw many scenes from the past.
His parents are mortals in Lingzhou City, doing the hardest and most tiring jobs, and even survival is quite difficult.
Zhang Mingfeng's birth was like a fallen leaf floating on the ground, without attracting any attention.
Mortals are like ants in the city of cultivation.
Zhang Mingfeng's childhood was very difficult. He could not live in a comfortable life like those children from aristocratic families. He had to get up early and work hard every day, doing things that the superior monks were unwilling to do.
At this moment, in his mind, he recalled secretly squatting by the window of a private school, learning to read and write.
I once accidentally discovered the alchemy recipe while dealing with the ashes in the alchemy furnace.
Once I stepped into spiritual practice, my parents looked at me with joy.
I once entered the Alchemy Alliance and gained the honor of being an alchemist.
It wasn't until he heard the news of his parents' death that Zhang Mingfeng realized that everything he had gained was in vain.
Cultivation seeks freedom, but Zhang Mingfeng still has the small courtyard in a remote corner of Lingzhou City engraved in his heart.
Unable to escape, he returned to his hometown, buried his parents, and still stayed in the small courtyard.
His cultivation has stalled.
But the heart was at peace.
In Zhang Mingfeng's mind, individual figures kept appearing and disappearing.