Enter the Immortal Cultivation

Chen Feng fell into the consciousness of the ant tribe.

His initial attack exposed his power and allowed the spirit of the ant tribe to invade his released soul. This is like a hacker attack, which can easily expose oneself.

At that moment, the spiritual resonance was like a river hanging upside down, pouring into his consciousness at a terrible speed. His self was submerged, like a mortal swept away by a torrent, without any resistance.

Too many external thoughts were mixed into his own thoughts, causing his own thoughts to be completely discontinuous.

But relatively speaking, he was still very lucky.

Because it has lost a main body, the consciousness of this ant tribe is chaotic. It is like a network that has lost its main server. All individuals are still connected, but this "connection" cannot become "power". Something is hindering it.

It is precisely because of this that Chen Feng survived.

He is now just a cultivator in the Jindan period. His cultivation and essence are absolutely different from the ant tribe's great power. This gap cannot even be counted. The spirit of the ant tribe can completely destroy his self with just a slight touch, leaving no residue.

However, the ant tribe has lost himself, and this network has lost its core. He is not entering a heavily guarded and dangerous maze, but an unguarded ocean.

However, the ocean is too big, and it is too easy to drown people.

Chen Feng didn't die, but he had to thank Wang Qi.

Or, Wang Qi developed the "holy light", a variant of the life flame.

This variant was originally developed by Wang Qi when he resisted the erosion of "eternal true color" in the spiritual realm. Its original purpose was to protect the mind. Since his own magical power is also in the spiritual realm, Chen Feng simply replaced his life flame with this magical power.

It is precisely because of the holy light that Chen Feng was not swallowed up by the rolling spiritual flow in the first place.

And when another heart-protecting spell was cast, he even recovered some thinking ability.

——What is the follow-up of this history?

——What happened afterwards?

——Why didn't the ant tribe send a new title, why...

There are too many questions in my mind. However, due to the limitation of his thinking ability, he couldn't even recall his "self" now.

Just then...

——Save me!

An obviously external thought suddenly appeared in Chen Feng's mind. This thought seemed to create the world, and quickly drew a clear line between "I" and "not me". All external thoughts sank to the bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness. Then, Chen Feng's consciousness immediately became clear.

"Who are you?" He shouted in his consciousness: "Who are you?"

——Save me...

The voice echoed in Chen Feng's heart again.

"Save me..."

"I just want to educate the Nan people..."

"Save me..."

The voice gradually faded, but the "strange feeling" in Chen Feng's heart became stronger.

"What?" Chen Feng was suddenly confused. He seemed to realize who the owner of this voice was.

"The mighty one of the ants?"

"She just communicated with me telepathically, using a language I know... No, this thought was actually broadcast in multiple languages, and I happened to understand one of them, so the effect of dialogue was achieved."

"Nan language... Could it really be that mighty one of the ants? But both the memory just now and the attitude of the dragons show that she is dead."

"Regret? Fragments of the soul? Or, she is not dead, but the dragons sealed it up as punishment for betrayal?"

He shouted loudly: "How can I save you?"

The voice was still repeating. Chen Feng patted his head and asked again in the Nan language. Then, new memories reappeared.

This is a dark plain. The shadow cast by the floating continent covers the earth. There is a huge spindle in the distance. The spindle is bright red as a whole, with countless lights flowing in it, and in the center of the spindle is a huge dark red fireball. The entire spindle looks like a huge eyeball from a distance.

This is the source of all the light and heat underground.

There were still countless swords, spears, swords and shields stuck on the plain. But if you look closely, these are clearly the remains of highly alienated Zerg. Many Zerg, after differentiation, only specially temper one organ, so some tissues are particularly strong and can withstand the erosion of time.

Chen Feng had a glimmer of enlightenment. The owners of these limbs are probably the powerful insects that were wiped out by the dragon clan more than 100 million years ago.

After that, all the insects were re-bred by the queen insect in the center of the grassland.

This queen insect looks like a mass of white meat. Her entire body is almost entirely ovipositors and exocrine glands, and only a small part of the body can be seen with traces of "ant insects". It is so big that if Chen Feng stands in front of it, he can't see above it even if he looks up.

If such a body has the powerful power of the immortal level, I don't know how terrible it would be.

However, such a big insect actually has half of its body withered, as if it was burned.

This ant tribe raised its head that was less than the size of a human fist. At the same time, that voice appeared again.

"Save me..."

"Where is this?" Chen Feng looked around. In addition to the huge spindle in the distance, the only conspicuous thing around was another kind of insect suspended in the air. This kind of ant insect was very strange. Its whole body looked like a stomach bag, and its tail seemed to be inserted into its mouthparts. No one knew what it was for. Workers kept putting some vines into its mouth. At the same time, there were three small cracks on its back. There were constantly small white balls the size of watermelons sent out from the three small cracks. Then, naturally, workers kept sending those small balls into the mother insect's mouth.

Through memory sharing, Chen Feng even knew the texture and taste of those small balls.

It was like a pot cake, and it was mustard-flavored...

At least in the subjective feelings of the ants, this taste was very close to the mustard in the mouths of humans.

"Wait, such a strong taste..." Chen Feng suddenly widened his eyes.

The innate chirality of the ants is different from that of the dragons. They absorb left-handed sugar and produce right-handed life essence. Due to the absorption problem, the taste of left-handed sugar in the mouth of human race is much lighter than that of right-handed sugar. The opposite is also true. If the ants have a sense of taste, then right-handed sugar will not taste very sweet in their mouths.

Are those stomach-like insects specialized in changing the chirality of food?

No, no, no, this is not the most important thing.

Chen Feng hurriedly looked around, hoping to see other landmarks.

Then, he saw a vaguely inverted mountain with a strange outline on the distant horizon...

Before he could see clearly, the illusion fluctuated violently. Then, he was ejected from the illusion.

When he opened his eyes, a ball of fishy juice sprayed towards his face. He was shocked and used his magic power to bounce off the ball of juice, shouting: "Who?"

The other side was more frightened than him: "Junior Brother Chen?"

Xue Bufan was indeed frightened.

Didn't I say that it was almost impossible for Chen Feng to wake up? Why...

"What are you doing?" Chen Feng looked at the piece of meat in Xue Bufan's hand. Just now, Xue Bufan wanted to squeeze out the juice in this piece of meat and pour it on him.

"It's used to cover up the smell." Xue Bufan pointed to his body and then pointed to the surroundings. Chen Feng saw many unfamiliar Nan people. Including Yueluo Liuli and those unfamiliar Nan people, everyone was rubbing their bodies with this piece of meat. Ai Qinglan was still unconscious, but she was also poured with this kind of juice.

The Nan people mixed some poisons that were useful to the ants into these meats and then released them. If the worker ants touched this meat, they would leave a mark of "not edible" Lingxisu. Everyone smeared the juice in the meat on their bodies in order to obtain this mark Lingxisu to avoid the attention of the ants.

However, this is not without risks. If the Lingxisu left by the worker ants is wrong, or if the meat is contaminated with other Lingxisu, it may backfire.

Just like the demon medicine of the great medicine witch La's chin.

After listening to this, Chen Feng suppressed his nausea, squeezed out the juice from the half-rotten meat, and smeared it on himself. At the same time, he did not forget to put some of the juice into the sample box.

This is another "word".

While smearing it, Xue Bufan whispered to Chen Feng about what happened. Chen Feng whispered what he saw and heard in his dream.

Xue Bufan was surprised: "You know more than me..."

He just heard the people in the Dihong roughly introduce the history of the Nan tribe.

When he said "save me", Yueluo Liuli also shouted in surprise: "This is impossible!"

According to her records, the ant tribe master is definitely dead, there is no room for resurrection, and there is no possibility of asking for help.

"Maybe your elementary school textbook is wrong?" Xue Bufan mocked.

Chen Feng's dislike for Yueluo Liuli is not that deep. Ai Qinglan was not seriously injured, and he was not fundamentally traumatized, so his tone was calmer: "Liuli, I want to ask you about the ant tribe... Forget it, I'll ask about this later."

At this time, the people of the Nan tribe were already urging them.

They seemed to be leaving this passage.

Xue Bufan took this opportunity to introduce: "The first group of people who were forced to go down the Great Rift Valley because of the wrong demon medicine happened to meet the strong men of the Dihuang. With the help of this gravy, they survived. After that, every few years, they would come here to wait for the Nan tribe who were in trouble because of using the wrong demon medicine to trap the sky beast, and then save them."

"Before saving us, they had been waiting here for three years." (To be continued ~^~)