Immortal Fu Yongxiang

Chapter 441 Sword Insect
(Thanks to classmate Li Moxuan, classmate Yingshi Luri, classmate Qingchen Lewu, classmate Angels tear, classmate I love Manchuria, classmate Muqiu Zhixuanshe, classmate fan___fan for the pink~! O(∩_∩)O~ I will write as soon as the battle comes Go slow, eh~~~~~~~)

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The plain female sword sect!

There was a chill in Mo Ran's eyes, and his already dissatisfied heart was now even worse.

"go!"

She took the lead, dragging out three rays of spiritual light with one step, which turned from strong to light.

A "buzzing" sound of flapping wings suddenly rose up, and the demonic insects lifted off the ground carrying the Zhantang disciples, and instantly turned into black dots in the sky.

"Xiaoyu, I'll take the first step." Mo Ranyi said.

Mo Ranyu nodded and watched her sister step on the spiritual bow and fly out with all her strength...

In less than three breaths, another sword light flew quickly from behind, passing directly over their heads, chasing the fading spiritual light in front of them.

Looking at the figure that flashed by, it was none other than Xuan Jiu.

Clenching his fist, Mo Ranyu wanted so strongly for the first time to own a super-speed light-escape flying sword!

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Dark clouds covered the sun and it was raining.

In Qianya Mountain, it rains six or seven days out of ten. It may be heavy or light. When it is heavy, it pours, and when it is small, it is like fog.

During this period, the clouds and rain seem to be particularly blessing. It has been raining continuously for more than a month and has not dispersed. There is a thick moisture in the air. Even indoors, you can feel the humidity.

After not seeing the sun for a few days, people felt as if they were moldy, and their mood was also stained with slight depression.

The construction of the Qianya Mountain Station is almost completed. Rainy days like this are what everyone has been looking forward to. The Hanyu Palace disciples who contracted hundreds of bluebells are among the few people who maintain full excitement. Plants are always inseparable from water. Yes, plant spiritual pets have an unimaginable desire for water.

This kind of weather is just what they want. The plants are rooted in the soil, swaying their branches and leaves as if they are drunk. The hanging blue bells make a clear sound of "ding bells", accompanied by The sound of rain interweaves into a fresh and natural movement.

These hundreds of bluebells were well taken care of. Many of the insects hunted by Hanyu Palace got into the mouths of these bells. In order to make the soil more nutritious, Zhantang destroyed another acid solution a few days ago. The "stronghold" of the worms, the "adult" corpses are buried, and the "underage" ones are sent to the Yuling Hall for captive breeding and re-breeding...

The war hall disciples stood in twos and threes under their own spiritual flowers, exchanging their thoughts at the top of their lungs.

Several flower buds are tightly clustered together and move with the owner's movements, taking on the job of keeping out the rain.

"Yours seems to be taller. Did you get extra food?" The monk, holding a shovel that was as tall as a person, inserted the shovel into the ground and asked loudly the owner of the hundred bluebells next to him.

"Get some more 'green manure'." The man held the same standard shovel in his hand and dug up a little soil so that people could see clearly. "I thought, this thing flows down too slowly. My little flower is working hard recently and is growing very fast. It needs nutrition. If I wait for it to come down on its own, I might as well go and rub it a few times."

The "green manure" they refer to is the decaying liquid of ancient bronze after it encounters the tide. The Hanyu Palace is entirely made of ancient bronze, but after all, the time is a little short, and the rain will eventually slow it down, so it is better to do it yourself. quick. "Here! Why didn't I think of that!" The other person next to him stuck out his butt and took out the insect corpse from the bag, broke it open, and threw it up. The flower feeder slapped his thigh, stood up straight, and hurriedly ran to the bottom of the city wall. , took out a knife and directly polished the slightly sticky green color on it.

His hundred bluebells were dutifully responsible for keeping out the rain, but the owner suddenly ran away all the way, and the clustered buds and umbrellas were out of reach. In a hurry, the flower branches trembled wildly, like the tinkling of spring water. Sound.

"Don't rush, just come, just come..." The man soothed in a good-tempered manner, and the movements of his hands were a little faster. In the blink of an eye, there was a bunch of dirty green on his palms, and he held it back like a treasure. Hehehehehe turned over the soil, sprinkled the "green manure" evenly, then filled the soil, looked around, stepped on it a few more times, and then smiled with satisfaction.

The flower umbrella on his head regained its purpose and stopped making noises. He gradually returned to his previous drunken state, swaying leisurely and contentedly.

The elegant and lingering fragrance of flowers ripples out from the buds, trying hard to pass through the rain curtain and spread farther away.

"Insect attack!"

Nearly a hundred people suddenly flew out of the station. Some flew to the hundreds of bluebells to check the status of their natal pets. Some flew to the mountain gate and quickly arranged defensive formations.

The disciples of the war hall riding on the Demonic Insect lined up at the front, with clearly defined levels of hierarchy, with cold eyes and solemn expressions on their faces.

The monk who was busy taking care of the spirit flower was stunned for only a moment. He immediately reacted and threw down the miscellaneous things. He didn't care whether there was dirt on his hands or face. He took out the armor from the storage bag and said, "Click." "Kaka" greeted them, and in the blink of an eye, several professional flower farmers transformed into professional warriors.

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boom!
As if something fell from the sky, there was an inaudible sound on the ground.

The Zhantang disciples who contracted hundreds of bluebell flowers felt something in their hearts. Their natal spiritual pets were rooted in the soil and were very sensitive to the vibrations on the surface.

bang bang bang bang...

Continuous soft sounds were transmitted through the ground, and all the hundreds of bluebells suddenly turned their buds and pointed forward at the same time. Countless thin vines emerged from the ground, cruising around the flower branches like snakes.

In the mist and rain, a dark shadow gradually became clear.

Behind it, rows of dark shadows appeared.

Saw!
It's Jian Zhe!
Each Sword Insect is more than ten feet tall. Crossed on the chest and shining with a cold light are their famous sword insect arms, which account for about half of their height. They are covered with thick solid insect arms from head to toe. Armor, super defensive power.

Sword insects are one of the few spiritual insects that stand and walk like humans. Their lower limbs are strong and powerful, with a large bend, which is more conducive to running and jumping. The long ridges on both sides of the back are where the wings are folded. Under normal circumstances, swords Zing prefers walking on the ground rather than flying in the sky.

Rather than the general situation, if there are no exceptions, they all appear when they divide and migrate.

Just like what Hanyu Palace is facing now.

(End of this chapter)