"As you can see, I am holding an unprecedented grand sacrifice."

The headmaster is completely crazy, with dark black poisonous blood dripping from under the Gu mask, and it smiles with mockery.

Wu Xingtian squeezed the dagger in his hand, "So, what happened today cannot be a good thing no matter what?"

She covered her nose and rushed towards Wu Xingtian. When both of them could control the Gu, she could only draw a tie with it, unable to win or lose.

The sharp dagger only used the headmaster's face, cutting the fragile Gu mask in half, and also the human face behind the mask in half.

There was no unexpected feeling at all. Wu Xingtian looked at the short knife in her hand in disbelief. Behind the wooden mask should be the most fragile face of a person, but what she saw was the face of a Gu insect. Like a fat silkworm.

The Gu worms reflected in the orange-red fire also turned orange. They were a round pile of fleshy worms, wearing human clothes, holding a sacrifice.

"who are you?"

Wu Xingtian slashed the opponent's head with the dagger, but the opponent did not move at all. Instead, he raised his upper limb wearing a human leather glove and lightly bent the once sharp dagger.

"I am the master who raised you, the master who taught you carefully, but I just turned into a Gu insect. Why, you don't recognize me when I transform into a skin for my master?"

The headmaster turned into Gu, moved faster, and soon climbed behind Wu Xingtian.

Its human legs had long since turned into many pairs of limp feet with disgusting down.

Wu Xingtian couldn't help but feel sick, quickly turned around, distanced himself, took out a handful of steel needles from his arms, and threw them at the headmaster behind him.

The headmaster let those steel needles graze its skin and looked at Wu Xingtian leisurely.

"I'm really worried about you, Ah Yue, and all the female poison cultivators on Duzhang Mountain. How come you were born with the love of King Gu, and you have talents in the poison path that male poison cultivators cannot have?

My master is passing on the position of headmaster to her favorite disciple. I am obviously the one who has contributed the most to the poisonous sect. Why should I accept my destiny as the new headmaster according to my level of cultivation, regardless of my hard work? "

The headmaster spoke with a squirming worm face, and had an inexplicable sense of humor.

Wu Xingtian knew a little bit about the secrets of the previous generation. The previous headmaster originally wanted his eldest disciple to succeed him as the headmaster. However, this disciple died inexplicably, and finally he chose the current mad man.

Many Poison Cultivators said that it was this crazy man who killed his senior sister and disguised her death as an accident.

"So? Do you want to gain pity and sympathy by complaining so much to me? Stop being funny."

What Wu Xingtian hated the most was being powerless. She picked up a burning torch from the bonfire on one side and stuffed it into the headmaster's mouthparts, blocking the annoying jagged mouthparts.

Wu Xingtian picked up a log, hit the headmaster's boneless waist with a stick, and sent it flying into the bonfire on the other side.

"I heard that the Ice Silkworm Gu mother is invulnerable. I thought she was so powerful, but it turns out she can't help but burn."

Wu Xingtian raised a broken cylinder, pointed the sharp chamfer at the headmaster's mouthparts, and mashed the flesh on its face. The yellow-green slurry flowed out. She still felt that it was not thorough enough, so she raised the cylinder and followed it. The mouthpart went in and thrust downward.

The originally thin body of the Headmaster suddenly took on the shape of a cylinder. Wu Xingtian didn't know what kind of ghost the Headmaster had become, but she knew that this thing couldn't be killed from the outside. She smashed the internal organs with the cylinder, and was surprised to find that the Headmaster had turned into a cylindrical shape. The religion has completely turned into a bug.

It has lost all the organs that humans have, and even the organs it stole have disappeared. There is no bone in the body.

"Master, you just wanted to turn into a pile of meat, so you did this to the entire Poison Sect?"

Wu Xingtian has a unique skill that allows him to hold his breath for several hours.

The flesh-worm-like leader was squirming on the spot, rolling and spitting out yellow-green pus.

The fire burned it, and the skin was not broken, but the soft meat inside had been roasted until it squeaked, giving off the aroma of meat.

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