Today I hold the world

Heading south all the way back to the sky above the spider cave, the entrance to the second floor is already densely covered with formations. Zhong Ziyan and Chu Liuxian stood below and watched. There are very few corpses of wild rats. Those black rats are obviously led by the will of the rat demon and are extremely self-disciplined. Strictly, there was no attack at all.

"Senior, they..." Chu Liuxian asked timidly.

Zhong Ziyan responded indifferently: "The casualties are not light."

After thinking for a moment, he ordered: "Go up and summon Ying Xing down."

"Yes." Chu Liuxian floated into the hole above with a disheveled face.

The formation was arranged at the top, but luckily everyone has contact information, Chu Liuxian quickly flew to the top, and seeing that everyone outside the formation was looking at him, he felt ashamed and shouted with courage: "Brother Song , it’s me, please open a gate.”

Song Yingxing waved his hand to arrange the people behind him, the round Lingbi was slightly opened, Chu Liuxian approached the crowd, his clothes were torn, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, he was in a panic.

"Where's the head?" Song Yingxing asked with a frown.

"He's below, let me call you down." Chu Liuxian glanced at his fellow daoists, there were only seven or eighty people left in the team of more than 100 people, and more than half of them were injured.

Old Wei's legs were broken, and he was lying on the ground squinting at Chu Liuxian. When Song Yingxing looked over, he said in a deep voice, "Teach fellow Taoist Liu and fellow Taoist Tianshanzi to follow you down together."

At this juncture, I didn’t bring any tokens to pass on the message, so it’s never wrong to be careful. No matter how stupid Chu Liuxian was, he knew what Old Wei meant, and said with a nod, “It’s okay.”

The four of them went down the tunnel again, and they saw Zhong Ziyan after they landed, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed to see each other: "Master Zhong."

"Well, Ying Xing, how about the casualties?" Zhong Ziyan asked directly.

Song Yingxing's face turned ugly, "Just now three fellow Taoists were unable to hold on and went too. Now there are 79 people left, and 16 people including Lao Wei, Gao Sheng, Guo Xiaomeng, and Ran Guzhu are seriously injured and have limited mobility."

In group combat, the most fearful thing is to be seriously injured. It would be better if you die on the spot, saving others to take care of you, but if you are seriously injured, you have to spend at least one manpower to take care of it. This is a matter that will greatly affect the overall combat power.

Zhong Ziyan's heart trembled, half of the more than a hundred foundation-building forces had disappeared at this time, it was a pity that he was still hit hard despite being cautious.

His morale was unavoidably low, he sighed, and said calmly: "Everything in the world is roughly the same as it is today, and the catastrophe comes suddenly, which makes people feel sad.

If you can't kill the rat demon in this trip, how can you be worthy of the dead fellow Taoists! "

Liu Xiaoheng and Tian Shanzi also clenched their fists, suppressing their desire for revenge, "Master Zhong, let's plan carefully, and we must teach these monsters to turn into powder."

Zhong Ziyan nodded and said: "Let's go, go up and have a look, you will send another 20 people to escort the seriously injured comrade to leave later."

"Yes." Song Yingxing nodded in response.

******

The area below the fourth floor of Tianyao Pit is serene and winding, and the more it goes down, the more chaotic it is. There are countless ghost-head trees interspersed among various earth and stones. In some places, the demonic energy and Yin energy are mixed and rotated, which has become a Those who practice truth will die if they touch it.

In the Youjing Cave located at the bottom of the rat's nest in the northern district, at this time the Tianplague Rat Demon was bowing his body and cupping his fists, chattering:

"Haw... General... They retreated, I... defeated that... person..."

The faint yellow eyes are full of excitement and invitation for credit, and the red rat tail is quietly attached to the ground, rustling the sand and stones from time to time.

This secluded crystal cave is extraordinarily spacious, with a distance of more than a hundred feet. In the innermost part is a black stone throne, on which sits a skeleton ghost wearing iron armor. The helmet looks like it has been rusted for thousands of years. indefinite.

The aura it exudes is not something that Golden Core cultivators can detect, let the rat monster tell you, and wait for the first thing to speak honestly.

"Well, too many living souls have broken into here recently, you did a good job, accept the reward and go out."

The Ghost King stretched out his sharp fingers from the iron armor, and threw a dark yellow spar less than the size of a thumb to the Rat Demon. The Rat Demon took it in his hand and sniffed it with his nose:

"General Yinmang...chirp...previously promised...two..."

As soon as it finished speaking, endless blue and white will-o'-the-wisps suddenly appeared from the geode, and all of them attached to the skin of the rat demon. It was so hot that it whimpered and howled in pain.

"The guy who pushes forward." Ghost King Yinmang uttered a masculine voice, clenched his hand tightly, and as his strength increased, the rat demon screamed desperately for mercy.

"Forgive... Chirp... Spare my life... General, spare my life..."

The mournful wailing in the geode lasted for half a stick of incense, and with a bang, the body of the rat demon fell heavily to the ground. At this time, it had lost its original cunning appearance and crawled on the ground imitating human behavior, "Thank you... General ...I'll just...go..."

It knocked its head three times, and left the geode as if fleeing for its life, without daring to look up at Yinmang Ghost King the whole time.

After the rat demon left, the Nether Crystal Cave fell into dead silence again. The ghost king's eyes flickering with the will-o'-the-wisp's fire flickered with the wind, his fingers groped the fleshless skeleton's chin and meditated to himself.

"Hey, what should I do? Kill the young ones and the old ones, kill the old ones and still get the older ones, human cultivators are not easy to mess with, and they can't be killed!"

He sighed for a long time, the cave wind in the cave suddenly whistled, like the unstoppable trembling sound from the throat of a middle-aged man. The sound lasted for a long time. When he came down, he laughed loudly:

"Give some food to that guy who is addicted to sips, he won't refuse."

In an instant, the skeleton in the iron armor lost its vitality, and the will-o'-the-wisps in the eye frames disappeared, leaving only those mysterious and cold ghost crystals still shining faintly in the huge ghost crystal cave.

And behind the Blackstone Throne, a dark golden spirit flower has lost its petals, leaving only a root that radiates spirit energy to re-breed the fruit.

******

On the second floor of the northeast area of ​​Tianyao Pit, outside the black mist and poisonous swamp, two young foundation builders stood and inspected at will, and the young man in the costume of Dibingu asked:

"Liang Mu, it's already the eighth day. Your centipede is lying motionless in the swamp, won't it be killed by the poisonous gas?"

The young man who opened his mouth was wearing a white Taoist robe, with a fiery red hammer painted on the back, which was the symbol of the disciples of the Earth Binggu Fire Refining Hall.

"Fart, my master's seven-tailed centipede is the most poisonous in the world. Can a mere swamp gas kill it? It's almost as good as a tonic. If it doesn't move, it means there are no enemies. You should be lucky. It's free to come out with bird shit?"

Liang Tomb is the only disciple of Tantai Qingsheng, who wears the same clothes as his master, and is covered with white belt corpse strips. According to their line of practice, making sacrifices to the shroud is almost a compulsory homework.

Lifting the emerald green gourd lid and taking a sip of the drink, Liang Tomb continued to lean on the stake with his eyes closed, but he heard the people around him twitching:

"Learning to drink freely every day, even your master may not be able to fight against him. With your little ability, why are you so blind?"

"Zhan Tiegun, are you finding fault on purpose? Is your skin itchy?" Liang Mu opened his eyes and stared at him in disgust.

The person called Zhan Tiegun, whose real name is 'Zhan Bin', quickly waved his hands: "Don't stop, I'm talking too much, let's continue watching Centipede."

Liang Mu's delicate face rolled his eyes, changed his posture, closed his eyes and meditated, and said, "Who says my master can't beat Chang Zizi? Have you ever seen it? Even if there is no blood stasis, my master can still fight Jiang Dianzhu!" If it's a tie, Chang Zi is nothing."

Zhan Bin thought to himself, "What are you bragging about?" '

The next moment, a bang shocked the two of them. The seven-tailed centipede in the poisonous swamp turned its huge body, neighing and screaming wildly. It was already wrapped in three red blood tentacles and was struggling hard.