Chapter 441: Killing the Golden Pill, Special Lottery, Counting the Harvest

Chapter 441: Killing the Golden Pill, Special Lottery, Counting the Harvest

"This is... Yimu Divine Thunder?!" The Insect Master finally showed a look of surprise, "How can you, a low-level cultivator of the ninth level of the Purple Mansion, refine the original thunder power of heaven and earth?!"

This Yimu divine thunder is one of the three treasures obtained by Fu Changsheng in the octagonal pavilion in the Kunlun secret realm.

The spell changed.

咒落
"boom--"

The first Yi Mu divine thunder struck!
The green lightning was like a dragon, crossing a thousand feet in an instant and heading straight for the Insect Master!

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

Once the insect master dies, the fourth-level spring locusts will naturally die as well.

"Damn it!"

The Insect Master never expected that Fu Changsheng would actually come straight towards him. His cultivation had now fallen to the level of Purple Mansion, and he could not use his full abilities. After a furious roar, he frantically made hand gestures.

The spring locusts flapped their wings to intercept, and their soul-devouring green breath surged like a tide.

however.

The invincible breath of spring locusts.

This time, encountering the yang power of heaven and earth, it was like snow encountering the scorching sun, melting instantly!
This Yimu Divine Thunder is the nemesis of the Spring Locusts. The Divine Thunder continued to move forward and blasted the Ghost Face Insect Master head-on: "You bastard, just wait for me!"

The insect master screamed and sacrificed a bone shield with insect patterns engraved on it.

"Click"

The lightning penetrated the bone shield, and its remaining power continued, striking the Insect Master directly in the chest.

"puff"

The insect master spat out a mouthful of black blood, his chest was charred black, and the insects under his skin squirmed frantically, trying to repair his injuries, but they were burned by the lightning force and made a "sizzling" sound.

Fu Changsheng did not stop and raised his hand again——

"The second thunder will destroy your soul!"

"boom--"

The second Yi Mu Divine Thunder was more violent than the previous one. Before the lightning arrived, the pressure had already caused the Ghost Face Insect Master to bleed from all seven orifices. He roared wildly and actually grabbed the Spring Locust to block in front of him!

"Swallow it!"

The spring locust's six wings fluttered wildly, and its green breath condensed into a vortex, swallowing the lightning into its stomach! However, Yimu Divine Thunder is not an ordinary spiritual technique. The thunder force exploded in the insect's body, and the spring locust let out a shrill scream, and its shell shattered inch by inch!

The Mushi master took the opportunity to transform into a black mist and escape, laughing wildly:

"Fu Changsheng, you can't kill me! As long as the holy insect is not dead, this seat..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Fu Changsheng's eyes:
"The third thunder will end your reincarnation!"

"Yimu Divine Thunder: Origin of Nirvana!"

"Boom--!"

The last lightning flash was no longer blue, but turned into pure white! The lightning talisman burned out, and Fu Changsheng used his own blood essence as a guide to condense the power of the three lightning strikes into one strike!
"No——!" Mushishi finally despaired and turned around to run away.

The lightning followed like a shadow and struck him on the top of his head in an instant!

"what--!"

With a shrill scream, the insect master's body disintegrated bit by bit, and the parasitic insects under his skin sizzled in the lightning and turned into ashes. His soul was burned by the Yimu Divine Thunder, but his consciousness became strangely clear at this moment.

He vaguely saw——

As a teenager, I knelt in a pool of blood, with my parents’ cold bodies before me.

That year, he was only twelve years old. His family was slaughtered by their enemies. He hid among the corpses, trembling all over, not even daring to cry.

"Good bones."

A cold voice sounded above his head. He looked up and saw an old man in a black robe looking down at him, with a poisonous light flashing in his eyes.

——That is the Jindan elder of Wanling Sect, "Master Bailing".

He was taken into the Wanling Sect and became a "closed disciple". At first, he was overjoyed, thinking that he finally had someone to rely on and could embark on the path of immortality and avenge his parents.

But what awaits him is a torture more terrible than death——

"Swallow."

Master Bai Ling held a black poison pill between his fingers. The pill had patterns like crawling insects and emitted a foul odor. He did not dare to disobey and swallowed it with trembling hands.

"what--!"

Severe pain instantly swept through his body, as if thousands of poisonous insects were biting him. He curled up on the ground and twitched, while Master Bai Ling just looked at him indifferently and said lightly:

"From today on, you will be my 'insect slave'. Your life and death will be decided by me."

Day after day, he was locked in the insect cave, living with poisonous insects. Master Bai Ling used a secret method to activate the poison in his body, making him endure the pain of being eaten by thousands of insects, but fed him a life-extending elixir when he was on the verge of death.

"Hate? Then become stronger."

The voice of Master Bai Ling was like a thorn in his side, echoing in his ears.

He hated it! He hated it to the bone! But the poison pill had merged with his soul, and he couldn't even commit suicide.

Later, his cultivation level gradually improved and he became a Jindan Zhenren who was admired by everyone. However, the poison pill in his body was like a shackle that prevented him from being truly free.

"So... my whole life..."

The spirit of the Ghost-Faced Poisonous Old Man gradually dissipated in the thunder and fire, but at this moment, he actually felt a sense of relief.

"it is finally over……"

In the dim light, he seemed to see two blurry figures walking out from the light and shadow——

"Father...Mother..."

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the illusory warmth, but before his fingertips touched it, it completely turned into ashes and dissipated between heaven and earth.

At the same time, the severely damaged fourth-order spring locust let out a final wail after its master died, and its huge body fell to the ground with a bang!

The remaining power of the Yimu Divine Thunder completely dissipated.

The entire battlefield fell into a brief silence.

The monks guarding the city opened their eyes wide, staring at the ashes gradually dissipating in the air - those were the last traces of the Ghost-faced Insect Master.

“Dead…dead?” A sword cultivator in the late stage of foundation building had a trembling voice, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. “A Jindan-level insect master…was killed by Senior Fu?!”

"Ninth level of Purple Mansion, counter attack on Golden Core..." Another white-haired formation master murmured with his beard trembling, "This, this is against the laws of nature!"

Before everyone could recover from the shock, Fu Changsheng flicked his sleeves -

"Om-!"

Thirty-six black rays shot up into the sky, transforming into a cloud of insects that covered the sky and the sun! Each soul-eating insect had a third-level aura, and when its mouthparts opened and closed, it actually extracted the spiritual power of the disintegrating beast tide!

“Third-level Soul Devouring Insects?! And thirty-six of them?!” A disciple of the Luo Family’s Myriad Beasts Hall fell to his knees, his face filled with madness. “How is this possible… Soul Devouring Insects are unruly and hard to tame. Ancient books record that even a Jindan Zhenren may not be able to cultivate ten!”

Even more surprising is yet to come——

"Roar!" The green dragon soared into the air, flattening half of the hill with one tail;
"Clang!" The autumn cicada flapped its wings, and the sound waves shattered the skulls of hundreds of monsters;

“Boom!” The skeleton demon vine drilled out of the ground and crushed a third-level bear demon into bloody mud!
After a brief silence, thunderous shouts erupted from the top of the city!

"Senior Fu is mighty!"

"Kill! Drive these beasts out of the Great Wall!!"

The monks' eyes were red, as if they were infused with endless fighting spirit. The array masters frantically made hand gestures, and the broken array patterns were repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye; the talisman cultivators bit their tongues and splashed their lifeblood on the array flags; even the seriously injured physical cultivators struggled to get up, carrying huge shields and rushing towards the gap!
Fu Changsheng stood on the top of the city, his robes stained with blood, but he was like a magic needle that stabilized the sea. He raised his hand and threw out eighty-one "Fenghuo Liancheng Talismans", shouting hoarsely:

"Gentlemen - protect our human territory!"

"promise!!"

At this moment, spiritual light shot up into the sky inside and outside the Great Wall.

When Luo Haitang flew from the Black Mist Valley in a flash of light, the sight before her made her pupils shrink slightly.

The Great Wall stood tall, the city defense formation glowed with spiritual light, and the runes flickered like stars, blocking the surging beast tide outside the city. On the city wall, the monks were full of fighting spirit, and their magic, talismans, and flying swords intertwined into a net, strangling the attacking monsters.

Standing at the highest point of the city wall was that familiar yet unfamiliar figure - Fu Changsheng.

"He actually...really held on to it?"

Luo Haitang's heart was filled with turmoil.

She originally thought that after the Insect Master used his secret method to escape from the Black Mist Valley, the Great Wall would surely fall. After all, the Insect Master was in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and he had the help of the fourth-order spring locusts, while Fu Changsheng was only at the ninth level of the Purple Mansion, so how could he stop him?
But the reality severely impacted her cognition——

Fu Changsheng not only defended it, but also killed the golden elixir!

"Stepmother!" Fu Yongxuan's voice brought Luo Haitang back to his senses. Listening to the other party's account of everything that had happened before, Luo Haitang couldn't help but look at Fu Changsheng.

once Upon a time.

In her eyes, Fu Changsheng was just a Purple Mansion cultivator with decent talent in the art of talismans but mediocre cultivation. If it weren't for the accident that year, she wouldn't have had much interaction with him.

But today's battle completely overturned her cognition——

The fragments of the Shrinking the Earth into an Inch Talisman, the origin of Yimu Divine Thunder, the Three Thunders that Chop the Golden Pill!
"Fu Changsheng...how many cards do you have hidden?" Luo Haitang murmured in her heart. For the first time, she really looked at the man she once despised.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in her heart, and walked forward slowly:

"Friend Fu, the Great Wall was in danger this time, thanks to your efforts to save the situation. I will report the truth to the court and ask for credit for you."

The tone was quite polite and contained a hint of gratitude.

This was very different from her usual cold and aloof personality, and the monks around her all looked at her with awe.

Who is Luo Haitang?
A cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Core, the number one female cultivator in Huainan, she has always been arrogant. When has she ever been so polite to others?
Fu Changsheng humbly cupped his hands and said, "Senior Luo, you are exaggerating. It is just my job."

Just now.

A familiar mechanical voice sounded in his mind:
"Ding"

"You have given your all and successfully protected the people of Huainan Prefecture. You have been awarded a special chance to win a prize. Do you want to redeem it?"

Huh?
And such a good thing!
Of course it needs to be exchanged, but not now, because Luo Haitang is right by my side.

Also.

Although the insect master is dead, the beast tide is not over yet.

Wanling Sect.

In the cold and gloomy palace, thousands of soul lamps burned dimly, reflecting the twisted insect patterns on the wall. Suddenly——

"Crack!"

A bronze soul lamp engraved with the three words "Ghost-faced Poisonous Old Man" suddenly exploded, the wick went out, and the green smoke dissipated.

"Um?!"

Bai Ling Zhenren, who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall, suddenly opened his eyes. He raised his skinny eagle claw-like palm and the broken lamp flew into his palm. At the bottom of the lamp holder, a drop of dried black blood was slowly cracking - it was the lifeblood of the insect master, which was now completely dead.

"waste!"

A low roar rolled out of Master Bai Ling's throat, his sleeves fluttered without wind, and a monstrous murderous aura suddenly burst out from his body! The pressure of the False Infant Stage swept across the entire Soul Hall like a landslide and a tsunami. Dozens of low-level disciples' soul lamps exploded, and the two foundation-building deacons guarding the hall bled from all seven orifices and fainted on the spot.

"I have been planning for a hundred years... using the lives of millions of people in Huainan as sacrifices, using the 'Ten Thousand Insects Devouring Heaven Formation' to steal the vitality of heaven and earth..." He clenched his five fingers tightly, and the fragments of the lamp were crushed into powder in an instant. "Ghost Face, this idiot, can't even do such a small thing!"

Although the Ghost-faced Poison Old Man has betrayed the sect for a hundred years, he is still his hidden chess piece. This time, the Huainan insect tide is to help him break through the Nascent Soul stage. Now that the soul lamp is extinguished, it means that the plan has completely failed!

"Who... dares to ruin my plan?!"

He grabbed with five fingers, and the broken soul lamp fragments floated up, trying to extract the last memory of Ghost Face before his death. However, the image remaining in the lamp was a chaos, as if it had been completely wiped out by some powerful thunder method.

"Lefa?"

Master Bai Ling frowned, feeling uncertain and uncertain. Yin Jiuyou was already a Jindan cultivator, and he had a fourth-level spring locust to protect him. Ordinary thunder magic could not do anything to him. Unless...

"Somebody come!"

He suddenly growled, his voice as cold and chilling as a poisonous snake's tongue.

In the shadows outside the hall, a dark figure emerged silently and knelt on one knee. It was the deacon of the Dark Hall of Wanling Sect - "Shadow Spider".

"check!"

Master Bai Ling waved his sleeves, and the shattered soul lamp fragments flew towards the shadow spider.

"The Ghost-Faced Poisonous Old Man died in Huainan, but the cause of death is unknown. I want to know who killed him, what methods they used, and whether there are other forces behind it!"

Shadow Spider lowered his head to take the fragment, his voice hoarse as frosted sand: "I will leave immediately."

Bai Ling Zhenren added coldly:

"Remember, don't alert the enemy. If the enemy can kill Ghost Face, his strength should not be underestimated. If you have any clues, report it back to the sect first, and don't act on your own!"

The shadow spider nodded slightly and its figure dissipated like smoke.

Bai Ling Zhenren stood alone in the hall, his eyes gloomy. He slowly raised his hand and pressed it to his chest - there, a purple-black insect pupa was slowly wriggling, looking listless because of the interruption of the plan.

"No matter who it is... who dares to block my path to Nascent Soul..."

Killing intent surged in his eyes, and murderous energy surged around his body. The soul lamps in the entire Soul Hall flickered, as if they were frightened by some invisible force.

"I will make you...live a fate worse than death!"

……

Jingzhou.

The Great Wall, the roar of beasts shook the sky, and dark clouds covered the city.

Since the death of the Insect Master, the beast tide has begun to break out. Tens of thousands of monsters have emerged from the mountains. Low-level monster wolves, poisonous pythons, and blood bats have attacked the human defense line like a tide. There are also several fourth-level big monsters leading the beasts. Wherever they pass, mountains collapse and the ground cracks, and blood flows like a river.

However, this catastrophe ultimately failed to completely destroy the human race's defense line.

——Because Luo Haitang was in charge. She was dressed in white, standing on the top of the city wall, holding a green sword in her hand, slashing out sword energy of a hundred feet, and wherever she passed, all the monsters were killed. She suppressed three fourth-level monsters by herself, so that the beast tide could not break through the last line of defense.

As one of the main forces in the fight against the beast tide, the Fu family had made great achievements. The purple mansion monks of the Fu family led the elite of the family and cooperated with the other thirteen families, a total of more than seventy purple mansion monks, to form a battle formation and take turns to resist the impact of the beast tide.

Fu Changsheng shined on the battlefield with his thirty-six third-level soul-eating insects. The soul-eating insects devoured the essence and blood of monsters, becoming stronger with each battle. In this beast tide, they all advanced to the middle stage of the third level, and even helped to kill a quasi-fourth-level "Red-eyed Monster Ape" alone, shocking the monsters!

After several months, the beast tide finally receded.

Outside the Hundred Thousand Mountains, corpses piled up like mountains, some of them were from monsters, and some were from human cultivators. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, but the survivors breathed a sigh of relief.

"it's over……"

Fu Changsheng stood on the city wall, looking at the black clouds gradually dispersing in the distance, and felt relieved.

In this battle, the main force of the Fu family did not suffer any loss, and the beast tide was unable to break through the defense line of the Great Wall. Compared with the previous beast tides that destroyed the spiritual fields and mineral veins of each family, and caused countless casualties among the clansmen, this time, every household held on. If it were not for the war on the 100,000 Great Wall, the people behind them would not have felt the coming of the beast tide at all.

Next.

It's time to count the military achievements.

The Great Wall, the Council Hall.

Inside the hall, the fourteen aristocratic family monks were standing on both sides, with the pressure of the Purple Palace faintly interlaced. Luo Haitang sat high in the main seat, his green robe as deep as the abyss, and tapped the jade table with his fingertips. The sound was not loud, but it made the whole hall quiet instantly.

The chief official in charge of counting military merits took the Jade Book of Military Merits in his hand, took three steps forward, bowed, and said in a clear voice:

"Report to the Immortal, this beast tide lasted for thirty-seven days, and fourteen noble families killed them together—"

He paused, glanced over the jade book, as if confirming the number, and then said loudly:

"Four fourth-level monsters!"

The atmosphere in the hall stagnated.

——A fourth-order monster that has reached the Golden Core level. An ordinary Purple Mansion cultivator will surely die if he encounters it!
The registrar continued:

"Three of them were killed by the real sword, and the remaining one, a fourth-level spring locust, was killed by the head of the Fu family alone!"

As soon as the voice fell, several eyes in the hall turned to Fu Changsheng. Although the major families who returned from the Black Mist Valley already knew that Fu Changsheng had killed the Golden Core Insect Master and the fourth-level Soul Devouring Insect with his ninth-level Purple Mansion cultivation, they were still shocked to hear it again from the chief clerk. With such a son, the Fu family would be promoted to a fifth-level family in the future.

The registrar's voice continued:

"One hundred and seventy-two third-level monsters!"

This time, there was a slight inhalation sound in the hall.

The chief clerk raised his voice slightly:
"The Fu family alone owns 102 heads!"

wow——

Finally, someone couldn't help but let out a low cry.

"One hundred and two?!"

“This… doesn’t this mean that the Fu family alone occupies the majority?”

"The Luo family also sent out thirty-six Purple Mansions, but they were still not as good as the Fu family. This... the Fu family's fighting power is really..."

Although they had witnessed the power of the Fu family's Purple Mansion on the battlefield.

But three digits is not a small number. The strength of the Fu family has even surpassed that of the fifth-rank Luo family. Of course, this is one of the reasons why the Luo family did not use up all of their purple mansions. In addition, Luo Haitang, a golden elixir, almost never attacks third-rank monsters, and only helps out when the situation is critical.

The registrar continued:

"Second-level monsters, more than 12,900!"

"Among them, the Fu family's insect array strangled nearly half!"

This time, even Luo Haitang raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Fu Changsheng.

Fu Changsheng remained silent, but the corners of his lips rose slightly.

"also--"

The chief clerk closed the jade book and said solemnly:

"Twenty Purple Mansion cultivators of the Fu family went into battle, and none of them were killed!"

"The insect pattern solidification technique repaired four parts of the city defense formation, accounting for more than 60% of the repair of the city's prohibitions!"

Dead silence.

You could hear a pin drop in the entire hall.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Fu Changsheng.

Envy, awe, fear, unwillingness...all kinds of emotions silently intertwined in the hall.

finally--

"Ah……"

Elder Shi smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed:

"Master Fu, your Fu family... should be credited with the greatest contribution in this beast tide!"

His voice was hoarse and a bit complicated:

"Now I finally understand why the ancestor Han Li was able to dominate the Great Jin Dynasty with the Insect Way... After seeing it today, I can see that his reputation is well-deserved!"

Fu Changsheng then bowed slightly and said with a faint smile:
"Elder Shi, you are overpraising me."

His tone was calm, but anyone could hear the composure and confidence underneath it.

——That is the confidence brought by strength!

Luo Haitang finally spoke:
"The military exploits have been recorded, and the court's rewards will be issued soon."

She glanced at everyone, and finally paused on Fu Changsheng:

"Fu family, good performance."

Just six words made the atmosphere in the hall tense again!
——Approved by Jindan Zhenren himself!
Everyone knows what this means.

Fu Changsheng bowed deeply:
"Thank you, Master."

Luo Haitang said no more and stood up and left.

When her figure disappeared, the oppressive atmosphere in the hall suddenly eased.

next moment--

"Master Fu!"

"Friend Fu!"

Several heads of noble families gathered around almost at the same time, with smiles on their faces.

"This time, it's all thanks to the Fu family for turning the tide!"

"I wonder if the Fu family is interested in selling Soul Devouring Insect Eggs? The price is negotiable!"

"My clan is willing to exchange five hundred year old Spring Cloud Grass for a pair of insect eggs!"

"... "

Fu Changsheng declined them one by one.

The beast tide is over.

After returning to the patriarch's mansion in the Yunshan County fiefdom, he finally had time to count his harvest. Of course, the biggest thing was the storage bag of the Ghost-faced Insect Master and the corpse of his fourth-level spring locust.

A thought.

Fu Changsheng flashed and went directly into the thatched hut in the Five Elements Space.

A wave of sleeves.

An ancient storage bag appeared in front of him. It belonged to the Ghost Face Insect Master. The Ghost Face Insect Master was dead, and the mark of his consciousness on the storage bag also dissipated. Fu Changsheng cast a spell into it:
"Don't let me down!"

This is the storage bag of Jindan Zhenren.

"Wow--"

With a flash of spiritual light, dozens of items were scattered on the ground.

The first thing that catches your eye is a pile of crystal clear spirit stones!

"Top-grade spirit stone?!" Fu Changsheng's pupils shrank slightly.

——A total of thirty high-grade spirit stones, equivalent to three hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones!
In addition, there are hundreds of mid-grade spirit stones, but there is not a single low-grade spirit stone. Obviously, at the Jindan level, the spiritual energy provided by the low-grade spirit stones is too little, and it is not pure enough.

The total number of spirit stones alone is nearly five or six hundred thousand.

"As expected of a Jindan cultivator, the wealth he carries with him is equivalent to that of a small family..."

Fu Changsheng took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart.

But what really made him breathe faster were the jade slips in the corner!

The first jade slip contained a fragment of the "True Scripture of Ten Thousand Insects"!
"The core inheritance of the Mushi Master lineage?"

Fu Changsheng scanned it with his spiritual sense and found that it was not the legendary insect master's lineage, but it did record several secret techniques for cultivating fourth-level spirit insects, as well as a treasure technique called "Insect Puppet Life-Substitution Technique":

"No wonder the Ghost Face Insect Master was able to escape from Luo Haitang's sword."

However, according to the records above, this technique has strong side effects after being performed, and the cultivation level will drop drastically. This is why the Ghost Face Insect Master only has the cultivation level of Purple Mansion when he wakes up again.

The second jade slip recorded a secret map deep in the Shiwan Mountains, marking the locations of several fourth-level monster nests.

"This is……"

When Fu Changsheng picked up the third blood-colored jade slip, his face suddenly changed!

The jade slip begins with five large scarlet characters:
"Blood sacrifice method to raise insects!"

However, it is an evil secret technique that uses the essence and blood of millions of mortals to feed spiritual insects. This kind of evil technique is naturally unacceptable.

"Ok?"

Fu Changsheng took out a black iron box covered with talismans and cast a spell. After the restriction on the box was released, a fist-sized insect egg lay quietly in the jade box. It was bright red in color, with golden lines on the surface, and faint life fluctuations could be heard from it.

"Is this... the egg of some high-level spiritual insect?"

Fu Changsheng tried to investigate with his spiritual sense, but felt a resistance. It was obvious that the eggs had not yet hatched, but the grade was definitely not low!

"If it can be hatched, it may become another trump card of the Fu family..."

Fu Changsheng's eyes fell on the last box. He cast a spell and the box opened, revealing the bronze insect flute inside.

The flute is about nine inches long, dark bronze in color, and covered with fine insect patterns, as if countless poisonous insects were crawling on the flute. A ferocious insect head is carved on the flute head, and two dark green gems are inlaid in the insect eyes, emitting a strange glimmer.

As soon as the fingertips touched.

A chilling chill penetrated into the body along the meridians.

"It is worthy of being the life-saving magic weapon of the Ghost Face Insect Master."

A trace of solemnity flashed across Fu Changsheng's eyes.

The natal magic weapon is connected to the soul of its master. Although the Ghost-faced Insect Master is dead now, the flute still retains a strong sense of resistance.

He immediately sat cross-legged, practicing the ritual method recorded in the "True Scripture of Ten Thousand Insects", and sent wisps of spiritual consciousness into the flute.

The ritual process lasted for nearly half a month.

As the last restriction was broken, the bronze insect flute suddenly vibrated violently, emitting a sharp insect-like sound.

All the information about this magic weapon suddenly appeared on Fu Changsheng's mind panel:
[Ten Thousand Gu Soul-Sounding Flute - Fourth-Level Middle Grade]

[Spirit: None]

[Core Effects: Insect Sound Controlling Spirit (control radius of 1,000 feet), Soul-breaking Sound Blade (needs White Soul Jade to advance)]

[Special attribute: Control over insect monsters +300%]

"This magic weapon is quite good!"

The second core effect mentioned on the panel, "Soul-Breaking Sound Blade", should require refining the White Soul Jade in the Wan Gu Soul-Minging Flute so that it can break through to the fourth-level upper grade before it can manifest.

but.

This was the first time he had heard of the name of the White Soul Jade.

Fu Changsheng slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, the green light of the insect flute in his hand had become much gentler. His eyes fell on the insect flute, and he was quite satisfied:

"No wonder the Ghost Face Insect Master can control such a large swarm of insects."

"Try to see how powerful it is!"

Fu Changsheng immediately sat cross-legged under the mysterious vine in the Five Elements Space.

The colorful glazed beast sensed the breath of its master, jumped down from the vines, and lay obediently on his shoulder. As the colorful divine light of the glazed beast enveloped Fu Changsheng, his cultivation level rose steadily, and finally stopped at the false pill realm - this was the minimum requirement for activating magic weapons.

He tried to bring the flute to his lips and blew a simple note.

"Buzz!"

A strange buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the Five Elements Space, and the swarm of soul-eating insects stored in the corner immediately raised their heads in unison, and their tentacles swayed rhythmically to the music.

Fu Changsheng's mouth curled up slightly. The value of this unexpected acquisition was more precious than the thirty high-grade spirit stones. However, he also knew that such an evil magic weapon must be used with caution, otherwise it would easily backfire on its owner.

Put the insect flute into your sleeve.

Fu Changsheng waved his sleeves, and a bright light gushed out of the storage bag. A huge insect corpse fell heavily on the top of the sacred mountain.

——Fourth-order spring locust!

Although the insect was dead, the remaining pressure still caused the surrounding plants to tremble slightly. The insect's armor glowed like emerald green, its compound eyes were like two solidified ambers, and its abdomen vaguely showed the remaining demonic power flowing through its veins:
“Although the Soul Devouring Insect has reached the middle stage of the third stage, I wonder if it can withstand the blood and flesh essence of a fourth-stage demon beast…”

(End of this chapter)