AWB Chapter 344 Slug
Chapter 344 Slug
That person who cannot be spoken of, cannot be thought of, cannot be mentioned, will disappear without a trace if you train him a little.
"This drop of blood contains a trace of my memory. You will know it after you read it."
The ancestor of the Styx has left. He couldn't stop him when he came, and he couldn't stop him when he left.
Zhang Song leaned back in his chair, wondering how true or false were the words of the Styx Patriarch?
The blood was transmitted to Emperor Yan's identity, and all his consciousness fell on the blood in his hands.
The blood was burning hot and a huge roaring sound was heard, which kept manifesting itself as if it was about to form a terrifying dragon beast, but it lacked the power at the last moment and kept rising and falling and subsiding.
The entire Styx was shaking and resonating, like a person who had been hungry for a long time and saw a hot meat bun and wanted to take a bite regardless of everything.
Zhang Song concealed the smell of blood, and the world finally became a little quieter.
This can prove that the old ancestor of the Styx really did not fancy the underworld here. With her strength, even if the real body of the Master of Ku Wu Dao was here, he would be swallowed up directly.
He refined the blood in his fingertips, and if there was any problem, his entire arm would immediately shatter.
What he saw was a desolate and dark world. The river had dried up, the riverbed had cracked, the entire earth had turned into gray powder, and the pungent stench of blood was floating in the air.
If there were a gust of wind, the world might be reduced to ashes in an instant.
Even in the end of the world, you can’t die so cleanly.
He saw a netherworld. The sky was filled with mosquitoes. Wherever they passed, even the stones of the city walls were eaten clean. All living creatures and souls could not resist. Even the Taoist weapons seemed to be thrown into the water and disappeared in a moment.
But then, in the distance, a large and thick group of black slugs appeared, like black mud, rushing towards the army of mosquitoes. In an instant, the arrogant and irresistible mosquitoes were swallowed up and went downstream.
In these memories, he saw a total of six types of insects, each of which could exterminate a world.
What the Styx Patriarch wants to hunt is the king of these insects.
With the blood in his hand, Zhang Song also felt the pride and intentions that the Styx Patriarch could not hide.
These terrifying existences are a disaster to the gods and even the celestial beings, but there are some even more terrifying existences, such as the ancestor of the Styx and Hongjun Tiandao.
Even if Zhang Song's original body and clone reach the Dao Lord realm, they will become terrifying. No matter how many mosquitoes and monsters come, they will become food and can even be directly sacrificed to the world of thunder and lightning.
Is it really that simple?
If this is true, the Dao Masters in the Hongjun World would not have joined forces. At the very least, the person hiding in the dark has the same level of strength as Dao Master Yuanshi and others, or may even be a little higher.
Wu Yunxian was sitting in the water palace holding the Hunyuan Hammer.
The water of the Styx can drain his magic power, blood, and soul. After a long time, he will turn into a monster that knows how to eat instinctively.
"What exactly is here?"
He has deduced that many of the monsters in the Styx are powerful gods, who came here on their own initiative to look for something and eventually stayed here with Li and became one of them.
According to the power of the God Lord realm, although it is difficult to survive here, if they burn their origin, they still have a chance to escape. What on earth made them all die here?
He discovered this water palace, broke in, killed two heavenly-level water beasts, and occupied the place.
This is the only place that can slow down the dissipation of the waters of the Styx.
"Cloud, watch your step, oh, and if you can, please bring back some of those rocks from underground."
Wu Yunxian looked down at the ground below. It was clean, white rock, without even a speck of dust in the cracks.
With the circulation of magic power, the entire hall seemed to be propped up by a violent aura. His eyes emitted a dark light, cold and sharp, like sharp teeth, constantly searching for prey.
What's under your feet? Stones?
Three thousand meters below, he saw the so-called "stones" that Zhang Song asked him to find. They were only the size of a fist and came in black and red. Some of them had exquisite patterns on them.
"Insect monster." His soul went deep into one of them, which was at the Nascent Soul stage. It was not even qualified to be food. Perhaps only the Immortal of the South Pole would like to collect some to feed the crane.
Wherever the spirit passed, insects died one after another. When the death toll reached a certain level, a scream suddenly sounded.
The ground in the distance began to undulate, pieces of stone moved away, and dense swarms of insects emerged, and his soul was devoured in an instant.
"Is this why the master asked me to collect some insects?"
He was very alert in his heart. These insects did not give him a sense of danger. Even when his soul was devoured just now, he felt it was normal, as if he had cut it off on his own initiative.
My innate magical powers are very ordinary, so I will complete the master's task first.
His true body immediately changed into a small fish and appeared on these stones. He concealed his information so that only beings of similar level as him could discover it.
As I continued to go downwards, a sense of danger arose in my heart. The entire underground was densely packed with these black and red insects. Was this the thing under the Styx?
He saw tens of thousands of mountains connected together, with various small stones still hanging on the mountains.
"Hedao realm." He hesitated for a moment and continued digging. Since these insects have levels, catching one in the Divine Lord realm should be enough.
He saw insects at the True Lord level, which were extremely huge and lying under the pile of rocks like a winding river.
However, the worm suddenly split open, revealing its true form, which looked like a giant slug. It instantly fled madly into the distance, and the surrounding rocks cracked open and shot towards it recklessly.
"Forget it, I'll just be in the True Lord realm."
With his magic power activated, he caught two slugs at the True Lord level, and then casually picked up tens of thousands of stones that had not left, and returned to the palace.
At this time he was sitting on the throne in the palace, looking left and right, then at his feet, and suddenly he felt creepy.
As fish, they often enter a bamboo cage filled with bait without knowing it, gobbling up the delicious bait in big mouthfuls. Even though the mouth of the bamboo cage is wide open, they have no intention of swimming out at all.
I seem to be in this state now, sitting in the palace, not going anywhere. Even though I know there are piles of hungry insects under my butt, I still want to stay here.
He shuddered, and his body immediately turned into a stream of light and rushed out. Whoever is willing to do the job of the Styx Patriarch can do it. It is safer to stay with Zhang Song.
"The red ones are a type of nematode that can grow indefinitely. With flesh and blood, they can give birth to countless of their kind. They can easily penetrate the skin of living things and reproduce parasitically."
He shook his head. This kind of nematode was not scary. The old guy, the Antarctic Immortal, could suppress it by himself. He might even be willing to use a secret realm or a small world to raise it.
A thought occurred to me, could it be that these nematodes were originally food? After all, there are huge numbers of black slugs, and they reproduce infinitely. Without corresponding food, they can only stay quietly in the dark place, unable to expand or improve.