Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

As soon as Song Yiming entered the formation, he felt a chill coming towards him, turning into snowflakes and falling one after another.

Looking around, the bamboo forest several feet high, layered and moving with the wind, seemed to be driving the formation and providing a source of spiritual power.

"Thousands of bamboos lock the cold sky, with ice jade cold bamboo as the formation, thousands of bamboo shadows lock the world."

"If you want to break the formation, the best way is to completely destroy this bamboo forest."

The spirit of the weapon reminded him, Song Yiming nodded, and immediately pointed the sword energy towards the nearest bamboo forest.

"Tsk!"

"Dangdangdang..."

Countless sword energies, like waves, crashed into the bamboo forest.

In the bamboo forest, ice jade cold bamboos broke one after another and turned into fragments.

"This ice jade cold bamboo is a rare fourth-level spiritual material. It would be a bit of a waste if it is not put into the storage bag."

Song Yiming waved his hand, and a storage bag flew out, intending to put all the broken bamboos into it.

rustle!

A gust of cold wind blew, and the originally scattered bamboos began to shake violently as if they had come to life.

The bent branches overlapped one layer, two layers, three layers, four layers, and stacked up to ten feet high.

"This... this is the cold bamboo hidden insect!"

"It actually disguised itself as cold bamboo. No wonder I felt that there was something wrong with this bamboo forest from the beginning."

Song Yiming's eyes condensed. The insect was snow-white and had three pairs of insect legs, just like a stick insect, but its body was a hundred times larger.

The most terrifying thing was that when the insect opened its mouth, it was six feet long, with sharp fangs, densely packed like saw teeth.

Swish!

A total of 347 cold bamboo hidden insects flew out of the bamboo forest and pounced on Song Yiming.

"Hmph, they're pretty fast!"

"It's a pity that a group of third-level spirit insects are not good enough!"

Song Yiming sneered, and his suppressed cultivation was no longer concealed. A pressure from the Nascent Soul stage instantly spread.

Squeak!

The cold bamboo hidden insects seemed to be frightened and paused. Some of the smarter ones turned around and ran away.

"Want to run?"

"I'm still missing a few materials for the flying sword I'm refining. The body of the cold bamboo hidden insect is a good material."

As soon as the voice fell, Song Yiming swung his palm, and the surging spiritual power turned into a giant hand, which fell from the sky and slapped the cold bamboo hidden insect.

With a casual blow, a large number of cold bamboo hidden insects were beaten and captured alive, and then he used the "Spirit Control Heart Sutra" to plant a slave seal in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Very good, now that we have a third-level cold bamboo hidden insect, take it back and use the insect bottle to catalyze it. After three to five years, it can be cultivated to the fourth level."

"When the time comes, cut off the insect's legs, keep the hardest insect body, and temper it with spiritual fire, and the sword embryo of the cold bamboo sword will be ready."

Song Yiming showed a satisfied smile. At this moment, an old man suddenly walked out from the depths of the bamboo forest.

This man was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, wearing a white robe, with two long wrinkles on his face, and a cold look, giving people a feeling that he was not easy to get along with.

"I have been in seclusion for many years. Today, I finally came out of seclusion and saw fellow Taoists killing my spiritual insects. Isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

"If you don't give a reasonable explanation, I don't mind exchanging a few words with you!"

The old man in white robe had a bad tone, and he was ready to take action if Song Yiming didn't give him a satisfactory answer.

"Fellow Daoist Hanzhu, why are you angry?"

"Song has collected a few of these spiritual insects. At most, I can convert them into spiritual stones and compensate you."

Song Yiming said lightly, took out a bag of spiritual stones and threw it at the feet of Hanzhu Zhenjun.

Hanzhu Zhenjun opened it and found that there were 200,000 spiritual stones inside. His expression immediately eased a little.

"Hmph, since there is spiritual stone compensation, forget it."

"By the way, Daoist's face is so unfamiliar. I wonder which sect you are from? I have never seen Daoist in Beihan Territory before."

Hanzhu Zhenjun put away the spiritual stones, and his tone was still unfriendly.

To be honest, if Song Yiming was not also a Yuanying cultivator, he would have killed him with a killing move.

"My surname is Song. As for my specific origin, it is inconvenient to tell you."

How could Song Yiming be so stupid as to tell others his true identity after offending Fengyao Sect.

Fortunately, Master Hanzhu did not continue to ask questions, but smiled and invited Song Yiming to sit in his cave.

"Fellow Daoist Song, if you don't want to say more, I won't force you. Just treat what happened just now as a misunderstanding."

"I have brewed several jars of spiritual wine in my cave. Since you are here, why not taste it together."

Master Hanzhu waved his hand and led the way. Song Yiming followed behind, passing through the bamboo forest, and arrived in a short while.

The wind outside the cave was biting, but inside it was a warm atmosphere. There was no ice and snow, but a warm feeling came.

"Fellow Daoist Song, please sit down!"

Master Hanzhu patted the stone bench in the cave, motioning Song Yiming to sit down.

After Song Yiming sat down, he found two stone bowls in front of him, one of which was filled with clear spiritual wine.

"Fellow Daoist Song, this Hanzhu wine is brewed by me. It is made from Hanzhu shoots, squeezed, and then added with spiritual spring water."

"Even if you are in the Nascent Soul stage, drinking it can flush out the blockages in your body, clear your mind and eyes, and cleanse your marrow and bones."

Hanzhu Zhenjun filled Song Yiming with wine, and took a sip from a stone bowl, leaving wine stains on his white robe.

When he was out, Song Yiming didn't dare to drink a stranger's wine casually.

"Fellow Daoist Hanzhu, you invited me to the cave, it should be more than just drinking, right?"

"What's the matter, please tell me."

Song Yiming put down the stone bowl, his face was indifferent, Han Zhu Zhenjun stared at him, his eyes were like a torch. After a while, he suddenly laughed.

"Song Daoyou, it's really acute."

"Okay, since you and I am not a corner of the corner, then I won't go around."

"Not long ago, the Sanxiu Alliance issued a reward. Anyone who can catch the royal royal family and hand over to get Pei Yingdan!"

"This seat, I am very interested in this!"

Hanzhu Zhenjun, his eyes.

Immediately after, a league token flew out of his hands and fell in Song Yiming's arms.

"Song Daoyou, since he is a monk of Yuan Ying, you must know the effect of Peiying Dan."

"This Dan can make the monk Yuan Ying, when breaking the situation, there are three more power, but you will not change!"

"How about, this task of catching the tadpoles, I wonder if Song Daoyou is interested?"

Han Zhu Zhenjun finished speaking, looking forward to watching Song Yiming, the latter put down the token, his brows were locked.

The reputation of the Sanxiu Alliance has always been a monument in the North Hanyu, which is unquestionable.

The arrest task and involved the royal family of the Tatarin. Among them, it is bound to not be simple.

"Listening to the meaning of Taoist friends, it seems to want to win me, catch the royal family together in exchange for Peiying Dan?"

"However, the Tatars are far away from overseas. Even if I want to agree, I am afraid I can't help."

Song Yiming refused, Han Zhu Zhenjun didn't care about it.

"Song Daoyou doesn't have to worry."

"In Fengsao Zong, there is a prison that dedicated to the tadpoles. Among them, there are many royal princesses!"

"As long as you promise to join forces and rob the princess of the Tatarin, this seat can be promised that after the incident, Pei Ying Dan is half a person, how about it?"

Song Yiming heard the words and was surprised. He did not expect Hanzhu Zhenjun to seal the idea of ​​the demon.

Feng Yaozong, a ten -child baby, a Taishang elder, a prince, a martial arts, and a three -person child for many years.

The remaining seven elders, also known as the "Seven Monsters", cannot be underestimated, are in the early stages of Yuanying.

They are Qing Yu Zhenjun, Wu Shan Zhenjun, Hongyu Zhenjun, Turtle Shou Zhenjun, He Xiangzhen Jun, Bai Lingzhen Jun, Feng Ling Zhenjun.

Such a behemoth, the profound heritage, is obviously not Song Yiming, can be compared.

"Daoyou said laughed.

"It is not so easy to rob the princess from the tadpoles from them.