Chapter 291 Defeat and Victory (Part 2) (Please Subscribe and Bookmark)

He was at a disadvantage in the battle, and watched helplessly as time passed. It was impossible to turn the tide in the battle through normal means. His face became more and more ferocious and crazy.

"I have been active in the cultivation world of Song for many years. I earned the name of the Gu worm at the cost of my life and lifespan. How can I lose to an unknown person today?" Facing the silent Sun Mingsheng, Gao Congyang, who came from the Gao family, became more and more crazy.

The few remaining Gu worms, like cats smelling blood, flapped their wings and used their sharp beaks specially used to steal blood to open a wound of the same size as the Gu worm's body, and then flapped their wings to drill into the flesh.

"Gagaga" seemed to be pain or excitement. Every time a Gu worm drilled into the flesh, it would make a very special sound.

These poisonous insects are like a kind of stimulant. The body of the dwarf monk is becoming stronger and stronger. Soon, he turned into a monk who was taller than a normal person and appeared in front of him.

"There is such a heaven-defying operation. Using poisonous insects as raw materials to forcibly change one's own prototype? How about the improvement of combat effectiveness?" Sun Mingsheng also saw this rather strange behavior for the first time. He was not careless at all. The Fire Axe turned into a stream of light and hit it.

Hit the snake at its seven inches. The huge Fire Axe was aimed at Gao Congyang's Dantian. After all, no matter what kind of changes he made, this was the source of everything.

If something happened in the Dantian, any change in any means would be like a flower in the water and a moon in the mirror. It would be useless to become a void.

"Command" Gao Congyang, who was taller and stronger than Sun Mingsheng, shouted loudly. A black magic power wrapped around his right hand layer by layer. He grabbed the handle of the Fire Axe in his hand with lightning speed.

The Fire Axe, which originally carried a huge force and was moving at high speed, became inexplicably docile under the dissolution of a layer of black magic power, as if Gao Congyang was the real owner.

"Hmm? What kind of method is this? Black-striped ants, command" Sun Mingsheng, who had not figured out the details, did not rush forward to avoid putting himself in danger.

Since both sides have already fought a real battle, in order to win the final victory, various methods have appeared, especially the dwarf monk who was in a rage, seemed to have lost his mind, and killing him in the battle was not an impossible option.

Although there have been some losses, the black-striped ants, which are still in large numbers, are certainly the best means to test. Using spirit insects to fight spirit insects is the best method he has thought about at present.

A large number of black-striped ants quickly appeared beside Gao Congyang like a black cloud that suddenly appeared on the horizon, and directly wrapped him in layers, making it difficult for him to move at all.

"The taste of these spiritual insects is still so beautiful, and each of them contains an unforgettable taste." Gao Congyang, who was surrounded by them, not only did not fall into crisis, but instead revealed a sound of enjoyment.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak" The black-striped ant colony, which has always won by numbers and never put death in its heart, actually heard bursts of harsh chirping.

The queen ant, who sat firmly on the Diaoyutai in all the battles, also frantically waved her wings in the nest, and rarely made bursts of chirping in response.

The huge black-striped ant colony dispersed, and Gao Congyang's true body was revealed. Small mouths half the size of a fist and full of sharp teeth kept chewing, and different numbers of black-striped ants were swallowed alive in each small mouth.

And there were hundreds of small mouths chewing in different positions on Gao Congyang's body, and this scene made people's scalps numb.

Gao Congyang now looked like a cultivator made up of countless mouths of different sizes. Except for his intact head, this method almost stunned all the cultivators present.

"When did the Gao family have this method? Isn't it the method of the Gu Mo that once wreaked havoc in the cultivation world?" A pot-bellied Jindan early stage cultivator on the stands showed a puzzled look on his face.

"How fierce are the Gu Mo's methods? What we are seeing are just some small methods. At the cost of life and body, they have lost the hope of condensing the Jindan. They are just violent in the foundation building period, not worth worrying about." Another Jindan stage cultivator who was born in the Yujian Sect and looked heroic and extraordinary with a huge sword on his back said with a full of contempt.

"It's true that he won't be able to become a useful person in a short time, but the source of this technique still needs to be confirmed, just in case."

This matter was determined in just a few words, and the fate of this dwarf monk was also determined. If he couldn't explain the whole story clearly, he might lose his future.

After all, for the high-ranking Jindan-stage monks, the idea of ​​a mere fourth-level foundation-building monk from a small family who was suspected of practicing evil techniques was not worth considering.

Of course, the ideas of the Jindan-stage ancestors were of no substantial help to the current battle. On the contrary, as the trump cards were revealed one by one, Gao Congyang almost regarded Sun Mingsheng as a real enemy, and there was no possibility of easing the relationship between the two sides.

"Roar" Under the torture of a sound full of severe pain, Gao Congyang roared from the bottom of his heart, and the Fire Axe that he had been holding in his hand turned into a stream of light and went straight up the river under his huge force.

This newly acquired spiritual weapon, which took not too long to refine, seemed to have really changed its position in this short period of time, and it fought back against its owner neatly.

"Collect" Facing this fierce attack, Sun Mingsheng did not retreat but advanced, ignoring it as if it was nothing and faced the challenge.

He opened his mouth and twelve long-accumulated fire beads sprayed out, and a fiery red light flashed in his hands, turning into ropes, wrapping the Fire Axe layer by layer, and then he held the axe handle with both hands, and the magic power in his dantian rushed up.

"Crack" There was only a crisp sound like an eggshell breaking, and a layer of gray-black breath turned into thick black smoke rising above the Fire Axe, as if it had broken the balance of a certain power.

It was under the cover of this inexplicable power that the Fire Axe lost control. At this time, with the rotation of the spiritual consciousness, the sword spirit weapon returned to its normal state as before.

"Go" Since he had chosen to counterattack, he was prepared to rely on more than just the twelve fire beads.

The Fire Axe had just regained its freedom, and it only turned in the air before attacking again. The spiritual consciousness in the spirit weapon, which was not too powerful, seemed to have rarely burst out a breath of anger and humiliation, and counterattacked with more powerful force and faster speed.