The insect cultivator held the shield, and his face was covered in green liquid, and there was no expression on his face.

But obviously it's not easy.

The insects flying around them suddenly gathered, one stacked and turned into a black fist with a diameter of one meter.

Then, the insect repairman constantly sprayed out viscous green liquid, completely wrapping the fist formed by the flying insects.

The green liquid solidified when the wind flew, and turned into a huge green fist in the blink of an eye.

"Go!" The insect cultivator roared.

The green fist suddenly shone brightly, like glass, shining with light.

The wind sand, which was high in the air, seemed to have a sense of sensation, and suddenly fell like a dragon, and the black shadows like unfaithful souls became increasingly invisible and intangible, as if walking between yin and yang, making people unable to resist.

The green fists seemed to fill the world, and the insects wrapped inside seemed to disappear, appearing pure and transparent as glass, without dust.

As the fist rushed forward, green light burst out, like green lotus blooming on the fist, and inside the fist there was a hazy void.

Damn, this insect cultivator is actually hiding his hand, gua gua!

It's sinister!

Du Wenxing cursed in his heart.

Then I saw a ferocious huge bug slowly forming in my fist.

This insect is not like the real one. It is constantly flowing with a strong breath of life and death. The body is sometimes solid and sometimes weak, sometimes black and sometimes white, and seems to contain the secrets of the heavens and the mystery of life and death.

Finally, as the worm cultivator reached its peak, the worm's body broke through its fist and came out.

The insect's head showed a face that looked exactly the same as the previous worm cultivator made of green liquid, but it was a ferocious bloodthirsty and majestic!

The face opened its mouth, and the sound of thunder suddenly echoed in the void:

"The cycle of life and death is impermanent, the heaven and earth are swallowed, the earth is devoured, and there is no self or no dignity!"

"Cao, the tone is quite strong, and I can't even say that." Bei Ming made a dissatisfied voice in Du Wenxing's mind.

"Shut up, guaguaguagua, let's see if his attack is effective first." Du Wenxing whispered.

With the sound of the big face, the black and white worm's mouth suddenly opened and sucked.

The wind sand suddenly stopped, and black shadows flew into the insect's belly.

The black and white worms suddenly swelled.

The insect cultivator, who was originally a little depressed, became energetic again.

At this time, it seemed as if a shrill roar sounded from the solidified wind sand, and the sound penetrated into the sky, piercing the ear drums of creatures affected by a hundred miles apart, like a straight prick of the soul, like a ghost king suppressed in the depths of hell.

The remaining black shadows in the wind sand gathered together, like black air rising, and it seemed that hell was wide open and the ghost was out of control.

The face of the insect cult changed, revealing a painful look. The abdomen of the black and white worm shrank and swelled with the whistle in the wind and sand. When it shrank, it almost stuck together, and when it swollen, it seemed to explode.

Then, the black gas evaporated from the wind sand flew out and divided into three streams, one towards Lu Qian, one towards insect cultivation, and one towards Du Wenxing who was hiding in the mud.

"Why did you come to me? I didn't provoke you!" Du Wenxing was very depressed.

Um?

The person on the insect's head showed a look of surprise, and his eyes swept toward the black tentacles flying out of the mud.

It was that toad demon, he was indeed trapped here.

Du Wenxing shouted loudly: "That person who plays with insects is in a hurry. Why don't you close the formation under the mud quickly? I can help you."

The cuckoo snorted coldly, "You just wait for death, I don't need it."

On the other side, Lu Qian was sweating all over. As the black air approached, he felt his soul swaying, and he felt like he wanted to break out of his body.

I couldn't help but scream at the top of my lungs: "At this time, everyone should let go of their grudges and overcome difficulties together! Otherwise, they all will die!"

The insect cultivator was waiting for something to say, and suddenly the black light that pounced on him accelerated suddenly and hit the insect spirit shield.

boom!

The invisible black light seemed to turn into substance, hitting the middle of the shield like a heavy hammer.

The insect cultivator spewed out a mouthful of green liquid, and took several steps back, and his hands holding the shield kept shaking.

"Hurry!" Lu Qian's innate true energy was overflowing, blocking the black light, but the black light was leisurely invading, without any effort.

He is almost unable to hold on.

Du Wenxing also said: "I'm playing with bugs, let's talk about our grudges later. As long as you let go of the formation to control me, I promise that I won't attack you in the future."

This time, the insect cultivator did not refute.

But the formation in the swamp was not removed.

Du Wenxing and Lu Qian are still trapped in it.

But Du Wenxing could feel that the increasing adsorption force under his body stopped increasing.

Made, hesitating, he can't accomplish anything!

He couldn't help but curse in his heart.

But soon the wind sand changed again, which made the cuckoo make up his mind.

The solidified wind sand suddenly collapsed inward, and the color suddenly became dark and deep. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a statue of god.

No, it should be said to be golem.

It is light black as its base, with three heads and six arms, some of its faces are ferocious, some of its hatred, and some of its indifference. The only thing in common is that there is a dark magic mark between its eyebrows, which is evil and dirty. In the arms, some hold swords, some hold swords, some hold seals, some hold bottles, and some hold palm wheels.

The most eye-catching thing is the hand that is in front of you.

This hand has a wide palm, almost twice as wide as other palms.

The nails are like swords, stretching out three inches.

On the back of the hand, there are dark black patterns, with strangeness, evil, depravity and blood that make people dizzy, and also makes people feel an unimaginable hatred, hating the heavenly king, hating the earth to carry things, hating people to be happy, hating things not oneself, hating the troublesome cause and effect, hating the cruel fate, and hating yourself to not kill enough.

A seemingly ordinary golem gives people such a strong feeling, which seems to be carved by ordinary people!

This demon golem was as if it had become a ghost creature around it. Day turned into night, ghost crying surrounded by all sides, and the attack of black gas became three more rapid again.

"Stop looking, this is the statue of the Demon of Killing. If you look at it for a long time, you will be affected." Bei Ming's voice sounded in his heart, and Du Wenxing shuddered and withdrew his gaze.

It was so dangerous that he calmed down his ups and downs.

A black gas was struggling at the black tentacles above, but it was soon swallowed by Bei Ming.

Lu Qian on the other side is experienced after all, and he knows that his strength is the weakest in the field (in fact, if Du Wenxing does not have Bei Ming, he is not stronger than him.), and he has no time to care about it, only focus on the black air in front of him, so he is not affected by the golem.

The insect cultivator was the most miserable. He was tempted by the bloodthirsty and killing intention in the golem. When he was stunned, the black air entered his body.

Suddenly, the pus in his body began to boil.

Black light shone out from the seven orifices.

The cuckold no longer dared to hesitate and shouted "Help me".
Chapter completed!