Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

The flying zombie roared, his face was ferocious, he jumped up and crashed into the hall.

With a loud bang, the Zhenyuan Talisman trembled violently, the golden light dimmed, and it was almost smashed directly.

"Mingyuan, you are still alive?"

Su Qingxue's pretty face changed, and she recognized the identity of the flying zombie.

Mingyuan was a general under the command of Guba of the Corpse Mountain. A thousand years ago, he went to the human world to hunt down a Yuanying cultivator and never came back.

"Hehe, King Youdu is also here?"

"It's just right. Capture that kid and I will remember a favor for you!"

Mingyuan laughed strangely and urged the corpse beetle to keep biting the Zhenyuan Talisman, making the golden light dim.

In the past few years, after a lot of looting in the Ziyun Secret Realm, the injuries on his body have recovered a lot, enough to exert 70% to 80% of his strength.

"You two seem to have a grudge?"

"It's a long story. Are you going to help him?"

Song Yiming hesitated. Su Qingxue and Mingyuan were both ghosts from the underworld. He was caught in the middle and it was a bit difficult.

"Hmph, this girl and Mingyuan are just acquaintances, and we have no friendship. How could I help him?"

"Besides, this ancient well can connect the two worlds. I don't want outsiders to know."

Su Qingxue snorted coldly, and her jade hand formed a spell. A gust of evil spirit gushed out and hit the door of the palace.

Bang!

The Zhenyuan Talisman trembled violently, and the golden light finally dimmed. The door of the palace was knocked open by Mingyuan with a bang and flew in.

"Hehe, King Youdu is great. Let me deal with this kid. You can just go from the side."

"Boy, you actually advanced to the Jindan stage. That's right. You stole my Qiankun ring. It's hard not to break through."

"Today, I will devour your soul and avenge you!"

Mingyuan laughed grimly and looked at Song Yiming. His eyes were full of hatred. He slapped out with a claw, and the thick corpse gas enveloped the entire hall.

Song Yiming's face was solemn. He was about to sacrifice the Taiyin Golden Centipede, but was interrupted by Su Qingxue.

"Wait a minute, Mingyuan has advanced to the flying zombie for many years. His strength is comparable to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. You are not his opponent."

"Leave this old zombie to me. You deal with the third-level corpse beetle. Remember, don't destroy this place and protect the ancient well."

Su Qingxue shouted, the murderous aura surged, and slapped out with a palm. With a bang, she faced Mingyuan with a palm.

Bang!

The evil spirit collided with the corpse spirit, and a muffled sound erupted. The whole hall was shaking violently, as if it would collapse at any time.

"King Youdu, what do you mean?"

"This kid stole my Qiankun ring. Are you going to protect him?"

Mingyuan looked gloomy and puzzled. Although he and Su Qingxue had no friendship, they had no grudges. The other party had no reason to attack.

What's more, Song Yiming was only in the Jindan stage, so there was no need to make enemies with him for a human.

"What a joke, you are a thousand-year-old flying zombie, but you were stolen by a Jindan cultivator. Who would believe it if it was spread out?"

"What this girl hates most is people like you who bully the weak. Today, I have to enforce justice for the heavens!"

Su Qingxue sneered, waved her jade hand, and the strong evil spirit gathered into a white silk and shot towards Mingyuan.

Mingyuan's face changed, and his body quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding the attack.

"A mere mortal with a ghost body cultivated after birth dares to act so presumptuously in front of me?"

"Well, since you want to protect this kid, I will kill you today!"

Mingyuan laughed grimly, cut off the arm of the broken palm with a knife, and bit the broken arm!

"A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, the order of Ba Zu!"

"Condense my corpse armor, kill immortals and slaughter Buddhas!"

Mingyuan's face was ferocious, he chanted the spell, and his hands quickly formed seals, spraying out thick corpse gas, turning into a body of insect armor.

The whole body of the insect armor was black, emitting a strong corpse gas. Each piece of armor seemed to be composed of corpse insects, emitting a disgusting stench.

"Hehe, this body of mine has been cultivated in the underworld for thousands of years, and it has long been invulnerable to swords and guns!"

"Now, with the protection of insect armor, even if it is in the late stage of Yuanying, don't think of hurting me!"

Mingyuan laughed grimly, turned into a corpse gas, and bombarded Su Qingxue at an extremely fast speed.

Su Qingxue's face was solemn, and her figure dodged quickly. Her jade hands kept slapping out, sending out evil spirits and bombarding Mingyuan.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In the hall, the roar continued to sound, and the Yin evil spirit and the corpse spirit intertwined, fighting hard.

Song Yiming was not idle either, and urged the Taiyin Golden Centipede to deal with the third-level corpse beetle.

Swish!

The Taiyin Golden Centipede sprayed poisonous mist from its mouth, instantly covering the corpse beetle, making a tooth-grinding corrosion sound.

Although these corpse beetles have hard shells and are numerous, they are only third-level and ranked lower than the Taiyin Golden Centipede. They were soon poisoned.

"Boy, you dare!"

Mingyuan was angry. These corpse beetles, but he spent thousands of years to cultivate them to the third level, they are extremely precious.

With a roar, he abandoned Su Qingxue and bombarded Song Yiming, but was caught up by Su Qingxue from behind, and a white silk wrapped around his waist.

"Mingyuan, your opponent is me!"

Su Qingxue shouted tenderly, and exerted force with her jade hands. The white silk suddenly tightened, squeezing Mingyuan's waist, making bones crackle.

"Bitch, what benefits did this human cultivator give you that you are so protective of him?"

"Could it be that you are so hungry and thirsty that you have taken a fancy to this boy?"

"If that's the case, I can also practice dual cultivation with you and become a pair of dew couples!"

Mingyuan roared repeatedly, spewing corpse gas from his mouth, corroding the white silk around his waist, and soon corroded a hole.

"Shut up!"

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will tear your mouth apart!"

Su Qingxue's pretty face was frosty. With a wave of her right hand, the white silk suddenly became thicker and longer, and tied Mingyuan up like a dumpling and hung in the air.

"Damn it, you dare to humiliate me like this, I will refine you into a corpse puppet and humiliate you day and night!"

Mingyuan struggled hard, spewing corpse gas from his mouth, corroding Bai Lian, but for a while, he could not break free.

Song Yiming had already activated the Taiyin Golden Centipede, and the third-level corpse beetle was almost fainted by the poison.

"Senior Qiling, can you lend me the sun's true fire in the cauldron?"

"The sun's true fire is extremely yang and extremely strong. Your cultivation is too low. If you are not careful, you will set yourself on fire."

"Of course, I can help you by controlling the fire spirit."

A cold voice came from the Purple Qi Tongtian Cauldron, and then a golden light flew out from Song Yiming's dantian and turned into a golden firebird.

Boom!

Wherever the firebird passed, countless corpses were evaporated, and the temperature in the hall suddenly soared, with heat waves rolling.

"Golden Crow Fire Spirit, this is the Sun's True Fire!"

"Damn, how could this kid have such a treasure?"

At this moment, Mingyuan's face changed drastically. The Sun's True Fire, the most yang and the most rigid, is the nemesis of evil spirits.

If it is hit, even if it is a thousand years of cultivation, the soul will be scattered!

"Little brother, let's talk it over, everything can be negotiated, isn't it just stealing the Qiankun Ring? I'll give it to you!"

"As long as you remove the Sun's True Fire, I can swear to heaven that I will never pursue this matter!"

Mingyuan was completely scared. He just wanted to survive. What dignity, what face, in the face of life and death, is worthless.