Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

He was a member of the hunting team, in his forties, with Qi and Blood Level 8, standing behind Wu Yuan.

"Dog, you're crazy..."

"My name is Wu Youye. Wu Yuan is my second uncle, not my father."

He walked slowly to Wu Yuan's body, his eyes filled with ferocity and deep hatred.

"Dad, I'll listen to you and call you dad. Hahahahaha."

He raised his foot and stomped on Wu Yuan's head, and then blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Two rice-sized poisonous insects crawled out of his and Wu Yuan's mouths, and they became motionless after being pulled out a few times.

He stood there stiffly, allowing the people behind him to hold down his shoulders, tie his hands and take him away.

He coughed up blood as he walked, his mouth grinning with a happy smile, "Dad, my son has avenged you."

Bai Wan rushed very quickly, and as a second-level strongman, his goal was naturally to fight in the center.

Others, like Zhang Song, rushed to the battle zone and automatically looked for targets to fight against the enemy.

As soon as he approached the mountain, Zhang Song could see that the energy around him was in chaos, there were traces of formation attacks, and there were probably signs of internal human sabotage.

Wu Yuan is a level 2 warrior, deputy captain of the hunting team, and is extremely vigilant. Not to mention a sneak attack, even if he just stands still, a level 1 warrior would not be able to assassinate him successfully.

Twin Gu are extremely precious. They cannot be born together, but they can die together.

The conditions for poisoning are extremely harsh. Perhaps only uncle and nephew like Wu Yuan and Wu Youye, who are related by blood, could succeed in not being discovered.

Zhang Song saw the stronghold leader Mo Cheng, who was fighting with a man wearing Yanyun uniform and holding a long sword. His movements were graceful, swift and sharp. He struck and then ran away, making Mo Tie unable to use his strength.

He also saw Mo Tie, who was in the late stage of foundation building. Beside him was a giant scorpion waving its claws, and on the ground were densely packed golden insects.

The old man opposite was tall and had four insect limbs on his body and six sets of compound eyes on his face. He looked at Mo Cheng greedily, as if he was looking at his beloved woman. He wanted to pull her into his arms completely, but was afraid of overdoing it and hurting the beauty.

There are a total of six great monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Bai Wan joined the battle and those people attacked even more frantically.

People died on both sides, either they were eaten by the insects on the spot, or their bodies became the other side's trophies and were put into storage bags.

Mo Qingqing's opponent was a burly man with a scar on his face.

This man was tall and mighty, wearing a suit of beast armor with long dark beast marks on it. He looked like a savage, roaring and shouting.

There were several corpses lying on the ground, all with their heads blasted out, a horrible sight.

Mo Qingqing moved very fast, like a swimming snake, moving left and right. At the same time, various snakes appeared around her, biting and spitting venom.

The barbarian didn't care at all. The sharp snake fangs couldn't bite through the other's skin. Instead, he crushed several of them to death with his backhand, and threw two of them into his mouth.

He chewed with big mouthfuls, blood flowing out from the corners of his mouth, but he was very proud of it. It tasted so delicious that his cheeks bulged and he was reluctant to spit it out.

He couldn't afford to get involved in the battle between the second-level strongmen, and his fate would be to leave corpses on the ground.

He hid himself not because he was timid, but because in this kind of situation, the best thing to do was not to cause trouble for those second-level strongmen.

The battle was so brutal that huge holes were constantly created in the mountains and pine trees were uprooted. A second-level warrior was covered by thousands of insects, screaming in pain before being devoured.

Zhang Song saw the violent wild boar barbarian on the mountain being knocked away by Bai Wan, Mo Qingqing and a middle-aged cave master and smashed onto a boulder.

In an instant, his neck and ankles were bitten fiercely by the green and red snakes.

He roared, and powerful strength burst out of his body. Like a giant ape, he swung his palm and slapped the people who were blocking his way away, then fled down the mountain.

No matter if they were friend or foe, they would be knocked away directly. Those who were weak wouldn't even have a chance to dodge. It was like being hit by a heavy truck. The shape of their bodies would change and their bones would be exposed.

Zhang Song activated his stealth talent, turned around, and retreated to the other side.

bang bang bang...

It is hard to imagine that a person can run with the momentum and speed of a bison.

You can imagine what happened when three big bosses with millions of dollars couldn't block it.

Soon Zhang Song's face changed. This big fool actually followed him. His method of concealing his breath did not work at all.

The barbarian had a mocking and cruel smile on his face, with a silent arrogance as if he was high above everyone else and had everything under control.

It was just that the image was a bit bad, with two fist-sized bloody holes exposed under the ribs, with flesh and blood all over the place and white bones visible.

His face was black and his lips were purple.

In this state, instead of thinking about how to escape, he even wants to kill someone.

Zhang Song's feet suddenly staggered, as if he had stepped on empty air, and he let out a cry.

Sure enough, the barbarian behind took a big dive. Although there was still a distance of three or four hundred meters, he crossed half of it in an instant, with his palms raised high.

Black and white appeared in Zhang Song's eyes, and the illusion started.

The barbarian blinked and the smile on his face became even more ferocious. He just liked to crush these unknown little bugs to death.

Zhang Song didn't wait for the opponent to get close, and had already activated his magic.

A whirlwind carrying a lot of mud hit the other person's face hard.

At the same time, Zhang Song had already swung his long sword with both hands.

These three attack methods have been practiced repeatedly, and even ordinary ferocious beasts find it difficult to defend against them.

Charge up for a strike, startling rainbow!

Bai Wan and others who had just arrived had complicated expressions and sighed deeply.

The difference between a first-level warrior and a second-level warrior is not a number, but an entire realm. The difference is like that between a baby and an adult.

Mo Qingqing felt regretful. She was the ancestor's direct disciple, and she still saw it very clearly.

"This Takumi must die."

Although the barbarians cannot see with their eyes, every pore in their body can sense the situation outside.

He raised his left arm, which suddenly grew larger, like a huge rock on the top of a mountain, hard, domineering, and indestructible.

He even thought about how to kill this little bug that dared to fight back.

"puff!"

"Crack!"

Half of the arm, which looked like a wild boar's hoof, flew out diagonally, and at the same time, the barbarian's head fell off his shoulders, and blood spurted into the sky.

Those huge eyes were panic-stricken, and his mouth was open, as if he was regretting something and was about to beg for mercy.

Zhang Song was panting heavily, and when he saw the people who had arrived, he grinned.

Mo Qingqing looked at Zhang Song, her face relaxed, and she was a little surprised: "You actually killed the mad dog Takumu."

Bai Wan clicked his tongue, unable to believe it. He was in the late second stage and was about to go into seclusion to reach the third stage, but he hadn't yet left this guy behind.

"What a sharp knife! It cuts it in two with one stroke. It's the mountain-splitting knife technique."

"Brother, let me see your long sword."

Zhang Song's face was now pale, his heart was beating violently, and his head was slightly suffocated and painful.

It wasn't because of the murder. Now he could look at a corpse eaten by insects without changing his expression.

At the critical moment of life and death, there is great terror.

In a split second, he calculated frantically, unable to even calculate Takumi's body shape and his possible reactions.

Fortunately, this savage's brain is not proportional to his body.

When he was being chased and running away, he still had the intention to chase and kill Zhang Song, an inconspicuous first-level cultivator.

"We have taken the body. We will calculate your reward. You can take the things on him."

"That's so sorry." Zhang Song directly took the storage bag from his waist.

It all poured out with a loud crash.

"I want this storage bag and the copy of these two techniques. I don't want anything else."