Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Zhang Song felt that the fire beetle was a little hot.

"Although the insect cultivator is severely transformed, he still has about seven years to live. But my son personally sent him here, and the old man is willing. The whole family is happy."

Huang Ershisan glanced at him and said leisurely after a while: "You have been to the ghost cave, right? There is no difference between raising humans and raising Gu."

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He had reached the intermediate level of foundation building, but if he wanted to advance to the golden elixir stage, he was still far behind in terms of Qi training and organ refining.

Zhang Song feels like a great collector, looking at his collection with great pride.

Wood, fire, earth, metal, water.

Snow moth, giant horned longhorn beetle, black gold thunder scorpion,

The only two things missing are earth and gold, but I do have a few spare Gu of average quality.

The feeling given by the prayer flag was ordinary, so I gave up decisively.

Xue'e is alive and can grow with me. Let's see after the fusion with the giant-horned longhorn beetle. Brother Thunder Scorpion can only be used to the early stage of Golden Elixir. No matter how precious the Death Gu is, it has no growth attribute.

The giant-horned longhorn beetle is not a particularly precious poisonous insect, but a living third-level one is valuable.

Just like a fitter, isn’t he just a factory worker? But if he reaches the national first-level qualification of senior technician certificate, his status will immediately be different.

Melting the giant-horned longicorn beetle into his heart, he pressed his heart with great emotion, and my heart was still burning hot.

What surprised him a little was that, in addition to the three major talents: Great Strength and Hard Skin, he also opened a Block.

Zhang Song now understood why the old man was willing to sell himself to Siling Pavilion for a good price before his death.

The Siling Pavilion also agreed to give the other party a place in the Dali Academy.

With the talent of blocking, coupled with the strength of his spiritual awareness and his eye skills, his strength has improved to some extent.

Giant strength and hard skin are both talents used by warriors, but Zhang Song knows clearly that he is not at the level of a warrior. If he wants to go on, he still has to follow the system and focus on Huangting Technique.

The sky was dark, and the air was filled with moisture, giving a feeling of falling snow, which was very cool and comfortable.

When Ge Xian, the master of the Wanxie Cave, saw Zhang Song coming with wine, he was really flattered. He quickly invited him in and asked the insect slaves to prepare the best banquet.

Ge Xian holds a very special position in Shiniuzhai. He controls the worm cave and the trading shop. The big boss of Shiniuzhai is behind him. His strength ranks among the five richest people in Shiniuzhai.

Zhang Song blushed slightly at the hospitality. It was too warm. Moreover, the insect slaves looked at Zhang Song with great admiration and respect, even more respect than they showed to Ge Xian.

When Ge Xian heard Zhang Song's intention, he smiled slightly and said, "Stone Ox Village has many poisonous insects, including Guiliu Village and Ghost Cave. We deliberately let them out."

"It's just that the level you requested is a bit high, but there is a solution."

"Just go to the ancestral temple and apply. Your contribution is sufficient."

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Zhang Song made inquiries from many sources, and with the help of Xiao Hei and Qihuanqi's prior deductions, the results were all auspicious.

The person who received Zhang Song was a middle-aged man. He had a weak qi and blood, cloudy eyes, and an indifferent expression, without the slightest expression on his face.

"Young Master Zhang, the Liao clan elders invite you."

The three great golden elixirs in the ancestral temple are Bai, Liao and Mo Sanlao.

Old Mo, who had fought against Bao Zhang of the Demon Suppression Bureau last time, was ranked last among the three elders.

"Greetings to Mr. Liao." Zhang Song bowed respectfully.

It’s hard to tell Mr. Liao’s age. His hair and beard are long past his chest, and his eyelids are drooping. The most noticeable thing is his high forehead, which looks like a bump or a horn, and is as red as blood.

"You came here to apply for the Gu worm. I think you are interested in our Liao family's Mountain God Gu."

Zhang Song smiled awkwardly, looking a little silly because of his honesty. The Mountain God Gu was a control and perception type, and the high-level and rare ones were almost all in the hands of the Liao family.

There aren't many third-level Gu species in the ancestral temple, and when it comes to us old guys, the amount we get is even less.

He talked a lot but his tone was sincere and direct, just like a father teaching his children not to be too ambitious, but to be down-to-earth, to eat one bite at a time and to take one step at a time.

Zhang Song respects the elderly and loves the young, and stays with the old man without saying a word.

"Little guy, Sly."

"The idea of ​​building a platform a while ago was very good. The ancestor was very satisfied and also thought that he couldn't let a little guy like you work in vain."

"I'm giving you two choices, you can only choose one."

"Hwarang, second level, earth, water, wood, three attributes, there is a great chance to fuse the three rare attributes of dying, devouring, and surviving."

Three attributes, Zhang Song was really surprised, it turned out that all the good things were controlled by the ancestors.

Being on the verge of death is actually a rare attribute. I got it for the first time, but I didn’t pay attention.

Zhang Song suddenly remembered that Hwarang seemed to be a cockroach. It had a strong ability to survive, so it was normal for it to be cultivated as a special Gu.

So should I choose it or not? I’m afraid that what I thought was a cockroach might actually be a dung beetle.

"The second one." Old Liao suddenly smiled and said, "Let's go. The ancestor wants to see you."

Ancestor? According to seniority, Mr. Liao might be one generation older than his master Yu Youzi. He has always been stuck at the middle level of Jindan. It was like this decades ago and it is still the same now. He even lost Liao Yuan, who was carrying the Jindan of his grandson and nephew.

The feeling given by the prayer flag in the sea of ​​consciousness is very strange.

Good and bad luck are uncertain, ups and downs!

Behind the ancestral hall is a tall and solid gate, with bluestone steps gradually leading down.

Old Liao was walking in front, walking completely in an underground cave. Water drops were constantly dripping from the top of the cave, and even mud appeared on the ground, as if walking in a swamp.

"We're here." Old Liao glanced at Zhang Song and said, "Relax, we are all children of Shiniu Village. I'll wait for you upstairs."

When Liao Lao walked down, he was very slow and steady, but when he went back up, he took one step every five or six meters, and after two or three steps he could no longer be seen.

Zhang Song stood where he was. There was still a road ahead, but Mr. Liao didn't move forward. If he wasn't stupid, he wouldn't be curious enough to go and take a look.

He knew that this ancestor was probably like his master Yu Youzi, suffering from a disease or in some special situation, the most likely possibility was alienation.

Many poisonous insects have the characteristics of longevity, parasitism, reincarnation, and longevity. When the human body rots and cannot be repaired, it is not uncommon to use the poisonous insects as the main body and the human body as the auxiliary body.

Snap…Snap…Snap…

A skinny old man slowly walked out of the darkness. He was an ordinary villager, with skin as black as steel, dull eyes, and almost no spiritual light.

The noble suit was already in tatters, and many parts had rotted away to the point that the original color could no longer be seen.

There are four powerful corpse puppets in the Jinguan Cave, and they will occasionally be taken out by Sister Qingqing.

"You are very interesting. I already know what you are thinking." The corpse puppet spoke haltingly, and there was even a few seconds between two sentences, as if he was thinking about how to organize his words.

"Take this white jade centipede and practice well."

The corpse puppet slowly tore off its clothes, stretched out its black nails and scratched its chest, revealing a white jade-colored centipede as thick as a finger and the size of an egg.

After sending the white jade centipede away, the old man's eyes suddenly turned red, his aura gradually rose, and his face became ferocious.

He stared at Zhang Song with eyes that were indescribable: cruelty, anger, unwillingness, and melancholy...