Insect Master

On the top of the mountain, the wind is bleak and there is no sound.

The rags swirled in the air, giving them a sense of withering no matter how they looked.

In front of the sedan chair made of paper, a group of paper people who looked like female characters were singing and dancing, as if they were opening the way, a bit like the celebration of high officials going out in ancient times.

But Jiang Yan believed that most people would not be able to appreciate this kind of silent celebration.

It was weird, and there was an old man on the ground trembling like a wobble, the indescribable horror in his eyes made him look crazy.

"Pre-Qin alchemists, it's impossible, it's impossible for pre-Qin alchemists to appear again in this world."

Too emotional, coupled with old age and frailty, the trembling body just fell down and lay on the ground without moving.

died.

Maybe it was because of being scared to death, or because it was unbelievable, anyway, the miserable body that fell on the ground was no longer alive.

The bronze lamp in his hand just fell to the side, and the flame of the wick dimmed more and more.

Now the only heartless thing is probably the little caterpillar fungus.

He stood in front of the bronze lamp with one finger in his mouth, then smiled and held the bronze lamp above his head and ran back. It belonged to it, and he used it to burn the beetles.

The paper sedan chair walked in front of the paper man like an army, and then stopped. It actually felt like leading thousands of troops to fight the enemy.

Confront the mummy on the opposite side with countless rags flying around.

Silent confrontation.

The mummy frowned, and it took a long time before she opened her mouth. Her voice was hoarse as usual, but there was a youthful feeling in the hoarse voice. It was very contradictory, but it was a real voice.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Quiet.

This may be another dialogue after thousands of years.

There was no sound in the sedan chair.

The two paper figurines on both sides of the sedan chair lifted a corner of the paper curtain in front of the sedan chair with full courtesy.

A hand stretched out from the sedan chair.

how to describe this hand

It doesn't look particularly strong, even a little weak.

And... a hand completely wrapped in paper.

Jiang Yan and the others looked at each other.

Now crawling up from the ground, wrapped in something, it seems that the identity is very unusual.

The hand just waved lightly, without saying anything.

The paper man army behind them has already started to attack at a neat pace.

Perhaps it is the enemy of fate, there is no need to say anything.

From the opened sedan chair, countless scraps of paper also flew out, turning into paper figures all over the sky, like heavenly soldiers.

The mummy opened its mouth, "Your teacher definitely doesn't want to see you and me fighting each other."

"Hey."

A sigh came from the sedan chair, although there was only one meaningless sigh, but Jiang Yan could hear the helplessness in it.

The paper man all over the sky paused for a moment, but it was only a pause, and they still floated towards the mummy without making a sound, but they seemed to hear the waving flags and shouts of thousands of troops.

There was an endless sigh on the mummy's calm face like the years, "Why did you wake up? Face the most difficult choice in the world again."

"For his sake, I wanted to seal you up, but I didn't expect you to wake up early."

The paper man in the sky is already close to the mummy.

The mummy sighed, "I'm not the enemy in your fate, maybe no one can escape fate, just like you."

After finishing speaking, the rags around the mummy suddenly plunged into the ground, like a sharp knife, deep into the ground.

Jiang Yan and the others narrowed their eyes as they looked at the strips of cloth that kept piercing into the depths of the ground.

Is this the pre-Qin alchemist?

Sure enough, it is already an existence that ordinary people cannot understand.

"Boom boom boom."

From the ground, something was pulled up by rags.

The mummy looked up, "Your old enemy is him, and it is his destiny to be buried together even in death."

Jiang Yan didn't understand what the two of them were saying at all, only heard a "bang", and a bronze coffin was pulled out of the ground in the mud, wrapped in rags.

The ancient bronze coffin lay quietly on the ground, and black smoke-like things continuously seeped out from the cracks in the coffin.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the bronze coffin shook, as if something terrible wanted to crawl out of it.

Even Baishen Zen, who was kneeling on one knee, glanced at the bronze coffin with a particularly complicated expression. He seemed to know what was inside, then looked at the mummy, and said a word between his teeth, "Despicable."

The paper man all over the sky stopped and fell on the mountains, everywhere.

The entire mountain top was filled with the sound of "dong dong" from the bronze coffin, that something wanted to break out of the coffin.

Paper men all over the mountains and plains knelt down on one knee in front of the bronze coffin.

The mummy said softly, "Fate, fate is what you can never get rid of."

The sound just fell, and with a "bang", the lid of the bronze coffin was overturned.

The black air rushed out from the bronze coffin, and it was a little incorrect to say that it was rushed, the black air went straight into the sky, and the moment the coffin lid was opened, it seemed that even the clouds in the sky were washed away.

All eyes seemed to be on the bronze coffin, what kind of terrible thing could it be?

Jiang Yan didn't blink his eyes either. What happened today is probably similar to the shock he felt when he saw the zombie for the first time.

but……

"Boom!"

A small figure wrapped in cloth strips turned out of the bronze coffin. Because his body was too small, he fell directly to the ground when he got out of the coffin.

Jiang Yan was dumbfounded. It was a small mummy, whose whole body was wrapped in black cloth strips. It was about the size of an eight or nine-year-old child.

After a long time, a little black cloth mummy crawled out of the coffin?

However, Jiang Yan had no intention of underestimating it, because the little mummy climbed up from the ground a little awkwardly, looking a little dazed, but an inch of red light shone through the eyes of the little mummy, no matter how you looked at it, it was evil.

Moreover, Bai Shenchan put one hand on his chest, and made an ancient salute in the direction of the little mummy.

Jiang Yan: "..."

The little mummy looked very dazed, and was touching the black cloth strips on his body curiously, as if he didn't know how he got out?

It didn't look like there was any danger, but it looked a little dull.

But when the little mummy saw the confetti all over the sky, his bewildered expression suddenly changed, and the red light in his eyes directly turned into a bloody glory, "Teacher's technique? The teacher is eccentric, and he can teach any powerful technique." Here you are, the teacher definitely doesn't like Hu Hai, if I kill you, as long as I kill you, Hu Hai is the only disciple of the teacher, and the teacher only likes Hu Hai."

"boom!"

With a small body, thick black smoke seeps out from the black cloth strips, and there is only a bang, and it shoots at the paper sedan chair like a cannonball.

The speed was so fast that only a trail of thick black smoke was left in the air, just like a jet plane flying through the sky.

However, with a sound of "ah", the little mummy covered in thick smoke was kicked out of the paper sedan chair, rolled on the ground, and turned over several times.

"If you dare to hit me, I will tell the teacher that you bullied me. The teacher likes Hu Hai the most. The teacher will definitely punish you."

The little mummy got up, and the black smoke on her body became thicker.

"You bullied Hu Hai, Hu Hai will tell the teacher." The voice seemed particularly aggrieved, even crying.

The little mummy rushed to the sedan chair again, only to rush in, but was kicked out again.

again and again.

The scene was a little funny, but Jiang Yan couldn't laugh.

Because every time the little mummy was kicked out, the smoke on his body became thicker.

Following the impact of the little mummy, Jiang Yan also saw some of the situation in the sedan chair, but he couldn't see clearly, but there was a vague figure with white light all over his body, wrapped in glowing white paper.

It formed a stark contrast with the outside. Outside, the entire sky began to become gloomy, depressing and suffocating.

The little mummy was almost completely enveloped in thick smoke, so pitch black that no one could be seen.

"You continue to beat Hu Hai, the teacher will see it, and the teacher will definitely feel sorry for Hu Hai."

There was an indescribable sadness in the childish voice.

"Hu Hai was bullied, why didn't the teacher come, the teacher doesn't want Hu Hai anymore, it must be you, it must be because of you, the teacher didn't want Hu Hai."

The voice began to change a little, perhaps because the final waiting and anticipation had no results.

The dark sky seemed within reach.

In the sedan chair, a voice like bright sunlight finally came out, "Hu Hai, the sin sword is stained with blood, the teacher can't come back."

"No." The small body made a tearing sound, "It must be you. The teacher usually favors you and teaches you all kinds of powerful skills. It must be you who do not let the teacher like Hu Hai."

"Kill you, kill you, as long as I kill you, the teacher is Hu Hai's teacher alone."

The red light in the eyes of the little mummy actually penetrated a few meters, it was like a devil boy.

The paper people all over the mountains and plains began to emit light, like heavenly soldiers.

"The duel between heaven and earth, fate." The big mummy in the rags sighed.

Those paper figures emitting white light rushed towards the little mummy, and wrapped the little mummy into a paper dumpling, as if trying to seal the black air.

But there are still countless black air seeping out from the paper, and the earth-shattering cry of the little mummy, "Kill you, kill you."

Endless resentment, the more sealed it is, the higher it will be.

"tear."

There was a gap in the paper wrapped around his body.

Strips of black cloth emerged from the paper slits.

The red light in the little mummy's eyes was like the light of a torch, and it was about to break through the paper that wrapped him.

"brush!"

At this time, in the sedan chair, like a blue flower blooming, one after another bronze chains shot out.

"The teacher's sky lock chain, the teacher is biased, the chain sky chain is given to you, Hu Hai has nothing, the teacher is biased."

With a small body, the voice became more and more sharp, almost roaring.

"The fate separated by thousands of years is the same as in the pre-Qin period." The big mummy in the rags sighed.

But before the voice fell, a white spot suddenly appeared between the eyebrows of the little mummy, and the white spot gradually enlarged, turning into a white six-petaled flower.

Jiang Yan was taken aback, he seemed to be hallucinating again, a slender figure in white clothes whose face could not be seen clearly stretched out a hand like white jade, and touched the forehead of a staggering child giggling, a white flower appeared on the forehead "Hu Hai, be my disciple from today onwards. Heavenly art is handed over to your brother, so you can learn earthly art from me."

The child touched the six-petal flower on his forehead, looked up at the man in white, his eyes were full of Rumu's pure whiteness.

What a innocent child he used to be, but now he has become a devil boy full of resentment.

Jiang Yan came back to his senses, and the cry of the little mummy also stopped.

"You can't kill him. The teacher doesn't like Hu Hai killing people. If you kill him, the teacher won't like Hu Hai."

The only sound left on the entire mountain was the mummies of the little mummy.

Then when the countless bronze chains wound up, the little mummy ran away and climbed into the bronze coffin. The bronze coffin shot out from the top of the mountain like a rocket, leaving only a black magic flame particle, It's been a long time.

The bronze chain flew into the air, making a rustling sound in the air.

After a while, "I forgot, he left a six-petaled flower for Hu Hai, without Hu Hai's restraint, it would be a bit more troublesome."

The rag mummy looked up at the sedan chair.

The sedan chair is now like a hole, and a section of the bronze chain flying all over the sky is in the sedan chair.