Surrounded by mountains, the shape is roughly circular. Beside the blood-colored stone slabs with a diameter of more than ten miles, Jiang? is sitting cross-legged on a black futon. In front of him are thirteen insect tripods of different shapes from small to large.
Made of wood, stone, jade, and metal, the thirteen insect tripods of different sizes and shapes are colorful, just like the color patches on the bodies of poisonous insects. Each insect tripod is carved with lifelike patterns of poisonous insects. The largest wooden tripod, which is the size of a water tank, has ten thousand and one different types of poisonous insects carved on it.
In the Witch Palace, Jiang? Among all the poisonous witches, he is also recognized as one of the handful of people who are the most difficult to offend.
After living for more than a thousand years, he has no wife, no children, and has never contacted his own clan in Nanhuang. He even has no disciples except for a few servants. In his life, there are only those who were born ferocious. Terrible, venomous and terrifying bugs.
Especially fifty years ago, Jiang? spent a lot of money to kill a ten thousand year old Gu mother with the help of the Witch Palace. After refining the poisonous mother's soul and parasitizing it in his body, Jiang? He became more and more withdrawn and weird, and no one wanted to get close to him.
"Squeak, squeak, little darlings, there will be a lot of delicious meat soon." Jiang? tenderly stroked the insect cauldron in front of him, his pale green eyes were turbid, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of human behavior. Emotional swings.
"Fresh, hot, the sweetest human flesh..." Blinking his eyes, Jiang chuckled: "Well, it's not human flesh, it's evil ghost meat. So, the taste may not be very good, but at least it doesn't taste good. The portion size is sufficient.”
"Tens of thousands of people." Jiang? took a deep breath intoxicatedly, gently stroked the insect tripod that had become oily and smooth over the years, and repeated in a low voice: "tens of thousands of people... those dolls are really trying their best. , brought so much food at once.”
Dozens of Shaman Temple apprentices held poisonous poison flags refined by Jiang He and walked quickly along the edge of the stone slab according to the direction determined by Jiang He in advance. As they ran, they waved the flags. Countless insect eggs, large and small, of various colors flew up from the rising black flags, falling on the stone slabs like a downpour, and then blended into the stone slabs silently.
There are more than tens of billions of insect eggs hidden in each poisonous poison flag. These insect eggs have sneaked into the ground one after another. If someone can see through the thick stone slabs, they can see that there are hundreds of meters thick underground in a radius of more than ten miles. Eggs lurk!
Scenes like this are enough to drive some people who are afraid of bugs crazy!
But for Jiang?, this scene couldn't be more wonderful. And it's all so simple - a group of idiots who were busy trying to die hurriedly rushed over, and were then surrounded by countless poisonous insects that suddenly hatched. Hundreds of billions of poisonous poisons swarmed up and gnawed these people clean. No bones or scraps are left. This scene is simply too beautiful.
Jiang Yu stood far away, with several companions from the Southern Wilderness League standing beside him.
A few dozen feet away from them were several apprentices from the Northern Wilderness Alliance.
They watched in awe as Jiang Yu set up the insect array, and at the same time whispered about Jiang Yu's great achievements. Cruel methods, weird personality, and a demeanor of disowning all relatives make Jiang He a demon-like existence in the witch palace.
Only Jiang Yu looked at Jiang He with twinkling eyes. He knew that Jiang He was from the Bifang tribe and was a member of his tribe. But about a thousand years ago, Jiang? left the Bi Fang tribe and never returned to the Southern Wilderness.
But blood is thicker than water, especially since all the major tribes attach great importance to blood inheritance. Jiang Yu felt that he could still speak in front of Jiang
So after hesitating for a while, Jiang Yu walked carefully behind Jiang Yu, knelt on the ground respectfully, and kowtowed to Jiang Yu several times. Jiang Yu's movements were very pious and he used a lot of force, so his head hit the ground with a "dong dong" sound, and a small hole was made in the hard stone slab.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Yu stopped what he was doing and shouted coldly: "Hurry and hide aside. If someone breaks out of the insect formation later, it's your turn to intercept and kill him. Kowtow to me, I won't do it." Good for you."
"Ancestor..." Jiang Yu greeted respectfully.
The dark centipede, which was as thick as a thumb but more than three feet long, with extremely different body proportions and with more than a thousand sharp arms and legs, suddenly flew out of Jiang Yu's sleeves and wrapped around Jiang Yu's body in circles.
The hard, sharp arms and legs easily sank into Jiang Yu's skin. The body was only as thick as a thumb, but the head was as big as a water tank. The centipede head was aimed at Jiang Yu's face, and a faint fishy smell spurted out. Jiang Yu was frightened. His face changed.
"Ancestor..." Jiang Yu shouted again for some reason.
"Who is your ancestor?" Jiang? chuckled, turned around and glanced at Jiang Yu contemptuously. After snorting a few times, Jiang? took out a handful of thumb-sized, white, tender and almost translucent insect chrysalis from his sleeve. He stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it heartily as if eating broad beans.
While eating, Jiang? said in a cold voice: "Are you a member of the Bi Fang tribe? You don't know that when I left the Bi Fang tribe, I once said that if the little brats of the Bi Fang tribe dare to appear in front of me, they are seeking death. What?"
Jiang Yu's face turned pale. He looked at Jiang Yu in horror. He really didn't know there was such a saying!
After all, those were all things that happened thousands of years ago. Who would tell Jiang Yu these thousand-year-old things that obviously have some shady inside story
"If you bump into me in the witch palace on weekdays, I'll just pretend that you don't know me and won't say anything." Jiang Xie ate a handful of insect chrysalises cleanly, then took out another handful and ate it with great enjoyment: "But you came to me specifically today... If I don't kill you, it seems a bit sorry for what I said back then."
Jiang Yu's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly screamed: "Ancestor, spare your life, spare your life! Me, me too... We, the Bi Fang tribe, were bullied miserably. We, our territory, had half of it taken away !”
Jiang Yu's body stiffened and the movements of his hands suddenly stopped.
After a while, Jiang? squinted his eyes and said calmly: "What does Bi Fang's territory have to do with me? It's just interesting. In the Southern Wilderness, there are still people who dare to provoke our Bi Fang? Well, you come now Are you looking for me? Is it possible that the people from the Bi Fang tribe are among those little dolls luring the enemy in front? Do you want me to take action to avenge you?"
Jiang Yu looked at Jiang Yu in horror. He really didn't expect that Jiang Yu could be so wise and point to the truth of the matter.
"Ancestor...you..."
Jiang? lowered his eyelids, sighed softly, looked up at the sky, and then slapped Jiang Yu on the face.
With a crisp sound, Jiang Yu was sent flying for more than three miles and plunged into a cliff, with half of his body not even entering the cliff.
"It's close, it's close, it's almost here!" Jiang? muttered in a low voice, and a faint mist rose, wrapping him and the apprentices of the Witch Palace behind him.
(End of chapter)