Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

"Devour flesh and blood."

"Fighting for control of the heart."

"The insect characteristics are changing the body and helping to consolidate the insect nest."

“This is foundation building.”

Zhang Song seemed to be thinking about something. A warrior builds his foundation by strengthening his five internal organs, condensing a furnace of qi and blood in his body to produce a qualitative change.

Insect cultivators build insect nests inside their bodies and use insect poison to replace some of their internal organs, thus achieving theoretical longevity, evergreenness and health.

The practice of the method is to draw the Qi of heaven and earth into the body, and either establish a Qi sea or a Dao palace, thereby attracting the great power of heaven and earth.

Unconsciously, Zhang Song fell into enlightenment. In the fairy palace, the thunder bamboo swayed slightly, and bits of purple light, like stars in the sky, fell into his sea of ​​consciousness, clear and bright.

Tang Wen opened his eyes and collapsed on the ground like rotten meat. He was smiling and it felt so good to breathe.

He glanced at the young man next to him who had just opened his eyes, and felt only respect and gratitude.

He didn't know what flew into his mouth at the last moment. He didn't dare to think about it. It was too precious. There was thunder and purple lightning. He was washed inside and out. After taking that drop of mysterious spiritual liquid, his whole body was rejuvenated.

There is definitely no such treasure in Jinguang Cave.

It should be the item for promotion that the young master prepared for me. He gave it to me because he couldn't bear to see me die in front of him.

The young master is just too kind.

"Congratulations Tang Zhuji."

"Master, you have wronged me. Without your herbs, I wouldn't be where I am today. From now on, my life belongs to you."

“God helps those who help themselves.”

"This is also because the teacher did not give up and finally got such an opportunity."

…………

Ma Xun leaned back in his chair with a gloomy face. The candlelight on the table flickered, and his face looked like a ghost.

"No, no, how could there be nothing?" He gritted his teeth and kicked the headless corpse away, hitting it against the wall, splattering blood everywhere.

He stared fiercely at the body parts on the ground, wishing he could get in and see if there was anything he hadn't searched.

"How could there be nothing? We didn't even get the Golden Worm."

"Still in the mines?"

"Or... in the hands of Zhang Song."

He slowly stood up and pushed open the door. Outside was an elegant living room with bright candlelight and burning sandalwood on the desk.

The smoke from the cigarettes and the candlelight complement each other, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace. There are simple calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and some antique porcelains placed in the corners, each of which reveals the precipitation of history and cultural heritage.

In the center of the living room was a rectangular mahogany tea table, on which were placed exquisite tea sets and a few snacks. A female insect slave in black linen clothes was concentrating on brewing tea, her movements were skillful and elegant, as if she was a tea artist who had traveled through time and space.

There are some landscape paintings and poems hanging on the walls around. Every painting and every poem is full of poetic and artistic conception, making people feel as if they are in a poetic and picturesque world.

The whole living room is filled with a peaceful and elegant atmosphere, which makes people feel deeply comfortable and relaxed. This is a place where people can forget their worries and fatigue, and a place where people can calm down and savor life.

"Good children should be obedient."

……

Zhang Song stayed in the Jinguan Cave and gained some insights.

In order for an insect cultivator to advance to a higher level, he or she would use insect poison to replace the five internal organs. This has many disadvantages, but the only advantage is that it does not require talent and the advancement speed is fast. For those with a bad character and unable to control their desires, one can imagine what will happen to them.

The process of building the foundation is to condense your own insect nest in the body, cultivate the spirituality of the insect Gu, increase your own qi sea and control over the insect Gu.

The more advanced the stage, the stronger the insect poison becomes. I really don't know what kind of mental strength is needed to control it.

The condition for an insect cultivator to become invisible should be the balance of the five elements or the balance of yin and yang. Both Tang Wen and Mo Qingqing are very picky about the properties of herbs.

The practice of martial arts is purely about exploring one's own self, concentrating the will of martial arts, building a furnace of flesh and blood within the body, and undergoing a complete transformation.

Every drop of blood is filled with will, and every bone is like a treasure. This is the path of martial arts.

For those who practice qigong, what they naturally cultivate is to comprehend the heaven and earth, and to form a sea of ​​qi in their bodies so as to control the forces of nature.

Zhang Song thought about it and realized that although he had merged with the spirit moth, it was only in the eye sockets, and it was being raised in the immortal palace, so there was not much point in making an insect nest.

With our IQ, it is better for us to just follow the system, accumulate knowledge slowly, and everything will come naturally.

The spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and the spirit moth woke up. During this period of time, the flesh and blood of the second-level black wind leopard made the three snacks grow bigger, and even the wild boar got two big bones.

The spirit moth flew out from the immortal palace and merged into his eye sockets.

My eyes feel cool and comfortable, and even without using my talent, I can see things in greater detail.

There is not much change. After all, it is too difficult for a holy-level spirit moth to grow. It is no different from raising a child.

At this time, you can see the difference between the saint-level poisonous insects and the king-level poisonous insects.

The moth can digest the most diluted spiritual liquid, while the other two can only digest one third of it.

Especially the emotions exuded now also make the spirit moth clearer and the expressions easier to understand.

"Want that bone?"

There was a ray of pure demonic energy contained in that piece of bone. When one got close to it, one felt as if the blood and energy in one's body was about to be ignited.

The demonic energy nourishes the body and strengthens the soul, but the side effect is that it makes one manic and irritable, and very difficult to control.

"Oh, this child." The thought that came out of the spirit moth was "delicious, delicious, I want to eat it so much."

Zhang Song pondered for a while. In the Spirit Transformation Sutra, this spirit is wisdom, race, divine consciousness, and pure vital energy.

Just feed it a little, it shouldn't be a problem.

He separated a little bit of it and injected it into the body of the little pig to experiment first. This little pig was lucky, as he had been planning to roast it in a few days.

The spirit moth was a little anxious. It was in tune with Zhang Song and knew what he was thinking. It immediately calmed down, raised its furry head, and looked at the little boar curiously.

The little cloud snake also poked its head out from the bamboo, shaking it up and down, as if it was watching the fun.

The little boar grunted with its eyes wide open, not knowing what was going on. It ran into the corner in fear and refused to move.

It should be able to sense that the human was coveting his body.

There are always bones and flesh of ferocious beasts falling in the immortal palace. It understands to some extent that they are all beings more powerful than it, and their end is the same. It can only pretend not to see it and eat as much as it can.

At night, the little evil spirit was digested by the piglet.

The body shape did not change, but the bones and flesh became more compact, as if it had been thrown into a fire and beaten up and down.

The hair became harder and the eyes became more lively.

It's surprising that such a small thing can lead to such a big change.

If I give all this demonic energy to the wild boar, I will definitely be able to advance to the next level.

He separated a wisp of demonic energy and merged it into the body of the spirit moth...

Uh……

I go……

I forgot that the spirit moth and I are one.

His eye sockets were sore and tears were streaming down. The violent aura made his eyeballs bulge high as if they were about to burst.

Anyone who has drunk strong liquor knows that the first time you drink it, no matter how big or small the sip is, your throat will feel like it’s being cut by a knife and you’ll be unable to speak.

Make it your own fault.

The next morning, I rubbed my forehead and was in a daze for a while. My eyes became bright and I could clearly see the goshawk under the clouds outside the window.

What about the changes? Has the body been strengthened by absorbing a little bit of demonic energy?

After completing the eighth level of Qi training, a small wisp of demonic energy saved him three months of idle time.

The moth is more agile and slightly larger in size.

What about the side effects? Zhang Song carefully comprehended and looked for changes and hidden dangers.

"ah!"

The thunder bamboo swayed gently, and dots of purple light enveloped the sea of ​​consciousness.

The negative spiritual energy was regarded as nutrients by the thunder bamboo and was directly decomposed and absorbed.

It seemed that I had never officially known what immortal bamboo was. Could a drop of spiritual liquid restore a crazy insect cultivator to normal? It could suppress the outbreak of the insect spirit in the body, so why would he care about a little bit of demonic energy?