Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

"Disciple, did you gain anything from your trip to the Song family?"

An old woman in black robes sat at the head with a hoarse voice. She was the Grand Elder of the Five Poison Sect, Granny Wuhua.

Although she was in the early stage of the Golden Core, she was terrifying, but her life span was about to end, her blood and qi were declining, and she looked old and depressed.

"Master, the great elder of the Song family, Song Yiming, was stubborn and refused to cooperate with the Five Poison Sect, and even threatened to kill his disciples."

"What? Did he really say that?"

A cold light flashed in Granny Wuhua's eyes.

"It's true. That kid was very arrogant. He also said that even if he blew up the secret realm teleportation array, he would not hand it over to us."

Luo Wanshan had a face full of resentment.

He wanted to say that Song Yiming was gifted, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

After all, if the master knew that he couldn't even beat a mid-stage foundation building, wouldn't he be scolded to death?

"Hmph, Song Yiming? A rising star dares to be so arrogant. Do you really think that our Five Poison Sect is made of mud?"

"Do you want me to take people to the Song family to capture that kid?"

"Before leaving, didn't I hand over the Purple Extreme Scorpion to you? Can't you deal with a foundation-building cultivator?"

"Master, the Purple Extreme Scorpion was... beaten to death by Song Yiming's pet."

"Broken?"

Grandma Wuhua's expression changed.

The Purple Extreme Scorpion is in the early third stage, and its strength is comparable to that of a Jindan Zhenren. How could it be beaten to death?

Could it be that Song Yiming's pet is also at the third stage?

But even so, it may not be able to defeat it. After all, the Purple Extreme Scorpion has been fed with countless poisons, and it is full of poison and can rot everything.

"Master, you may not know that Song Yiming's pet is a third-level spirit butterfly. With a flap of its wings, it broke through the poisonous fog of the Purple Extreme Demon Scorpion."

"Third-level spirit butterfly? What kind?"

"That spirit butterfly has seven stars on its wings, each with a different color, very beautiful."

"Seven colors? Could it be... the seven-color immortal butterfly?"

Granny Wuhua stood up from the stone chair with a look of shock.

The seven-color immortal butterfly is an ancient species that has long been extinct. How could it appear in Song Yiming's hands?

But Luo Wanshan didn't look like he was lying.

"Could it be that there are traces of the seven-color immortal butterfly in the Purple Cloud Secret Realm?"

Granny Wuhua's eyes shot out a gleam of light.

If that's the case, then Song Yiming must have more treasures on him.

After all, in the ancient secret realm, any little thing left behind is enough to drive people crazy.

"Master, do you want to go to the Song family?"

"This matter needs to be carefully considered. The third-order seven-color immortal butterfly is extraordinary and cannot be dealt with casually."

"Master, have you found the body possession vessel I asked you to find?"

Grandma Wuhua changed the subject and said anxiously.

She has a short life span and must possess the body as soon as possible to survive.

Although this kind of possession requires reaching the Jindan realm, and each cultivator can only use it once in a lifetime.

But who would complain about long life if they can survive?

"Master, I have searched the entire Zhao Kingdom and finally found a ethereal body, which is definitely the best object for possession."

"Ethereal body? Very good, you bring her to the Five Poison Sect, and after I possess the body, I will go to meet Song Yiming."

"Yes, Master."

Luo Wanshan turned around and walked out of the hall with a grim smile.

"Song Yiming, you are dead. When Master takes over my body, it will be your death!"

"But that girl is a top-notch girl. I can enjoy her before I take over my body."

Thinking of Song Yixue's slender waist, Luo Wanshan licked his lips, and a hint of lust flashed in his eyes.

Five Poison Sect, a secluded cave.

Song Yixue was nervous, sitting on the futon, holding the black butterfly, not knowing what to do.

She was an ordinary person, powerless, and it was too difficult to kill a cultivator.

"No, the elder thinks so much of me, I can't let him down."

"Must kill Luo Wanshan!"

Boom!

At this moment, the stone door of the cave opened, and Luo Wanshan strode in with a lustful smile on his face.

"Disciple, don't be afraid. As long as you cooperate well, I will make you feel like you are in heaven and death."

"You... don't come over here. If you come over again, I will call for help."

Song Yixue was terrified, and her hand holding the black butterfly was shaking slightly.

"Hmph! I have played with more women than you have ever seen. Don't pretend to be innocent in front of me."

"Today, even if you scream your throat out, it will be useless!"

Luo Wanshan smiled obscenely, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed Song Yixue.

"No... don't!"

Song Yixue screamed, and the black butterfly on her hand suddenly flew up and turned into a spiritual light!

"Not good!"

Luo Wanshan's hair stood on end, and he felt a fatal crisis and turned around quickly.

But.

He was still a step too slow.

Swoosh!

In an instant, the spiritual light pierced through his palm.

"Ah! My hand!"

Luo Wanshan screamed, covering his right hand, and blood kept flowing through his fingers.

The colorful immortal butterfly flapped its wings, and a colorful blade of light slashed towards Luo Wanshan's waist.

"No!"

Luo Wanshan's expression changed drastically. He never dreamed that the colorful immortal butterfly would appear in the cave.

Puff!

The colorful blade of light passed by, and Luo Wanshan's lower body was directly separated from the upper body, and blood splattered all over the ground.

"Uh..."

Luo Wanshan froze, looked down at his lower body, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

Puff!

He fell straight down, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Song Yixue covered her mouth with a look of disbelief.

"He died so soon?"

"The elder's butterfly is too powerful, isn't it?"

"This old pervert was killed in a single encounter?"

Song Yixue swallowed her saliva, and felt that Song Yiming was becoming more and more mysterious.

Just as she was at a loss, Luo Wanshan, who was half-body, sat up suddenly, his face full of ferocity.

"Bitch, you dare to kill me?"

"I will never let you go, Wudumen!"

Luo Wanshan looked resentful, like a ghost, and opened the stone door of the cave to escape.

Boom!

The stone door opened, and just as he was about to rush out, suddenly, a big hand fell from the sky and pressed him to the ground in an instant.

"Ah!"

Luo Wanshan screamed, and the expression on his face froze instantly.

"Want to escape? Have you got my consent?"

The cold voice echoed in the cave.

Song Yiming waved his hand, and the colorful immortal butterfly landed in his palm, flapping its wings and flashing light.

Then, without waiting for Luo Wanshan to react, he searched his soul directly!

"Ah... no... don't... I'll tell you everything!"

Luo Wanshan screamed and felt that his brain was torn apart and in great pain.

This kind of pain was a hundred times more painful than being cut into pieces.

However, Song Yiming did not stop, but increased his strength and continued to search his soul.

"Grandma Wuhua? Ethereal body? Possession?"

"So, you actually had this idea!"

After a moment, Song Yiming's face was cold, and he crushed Luo Wanshan's head directly.

"No!"

Luo Wanshan screamed miserably, and his body exploded directly, turning into a blood mist.