diskusbooks Chapter 332 Parasitism
Chapter 332 Parasitism
On the last extremely thick branch was actually black liquid that kept dripping, rotting and smelling foul, and it accumulated at the root of the tree to form a small depression.
He raised the bone sword, and sword energy crisscrossed everywhere, killing all the strange insects before they could get close.
This bone sword is just a high-level immortal weapon. It contains a wisp of the bone origin of this world. It rushed towards the strange tree. Every blow seemed to be chopping on flesh and blood. You could clearly hear the painful groans and terrified roars.
Zhang Song looked down at his legs. They had become wooden, with some flesh and blood flowing out, wrapped in layers.
"There is the law of flesh and blood, which is assimilation."
"While you were attacking the strange tree, your body was also attacked and backfired."
With the circulation of Yuxuan Qingqi, his body immediately returned to normal. Then he discovered that there were abnormalities inside his body at some point, and his hair had withered.
The strange tree made a terrified sound and tried to escape. It shook violently, flesh and blood kept flying out, and it emitted an extremely strong fragrance.
"Be careful, this is a sacrifice. He is sacrificing his own body to attract a powerful being." This is a reminder from Samantabhadra.
"Wait, scrape Him slowly and see what you can attract."
"The Merit Golden Body didn't react. It seems that it is not a very powerful existence."
"Refining this big tree will be beneficial to the Law of Chaos and the Law of Devouring." The Bone Monk was already sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly refining the essence of the strange tree. He was not in a hurry, as he wanted to see what kind of existence this strange tree could attract.
A dark blue face gradually emerged on the hanging tree. Its eyes glowed green, it had no nose, and its mouth was open, so that even its sharp teeth could be seen clearly.
"Outsider, you have crossed the line. This is my flesh and blood temple."
Zhang Song: "Are you the controller here? Too weak, but I can feel the origin of flesh and blood."
"you……"
The thing he attracted was too weak, and he no longer had any interest in it. He slapped it with his big hand, and countless scriptures turned, directly refining the strange tree, leaving no chance for the soul to escape.
"Bone King, Buddha?" The strange tree made a frightened sound and at the same time wrapped around him.
Layer upon layer of flesh and blood appeared on his body, and black lines appeared on his bones, as if they were alive and wanted to penetrate and control his body.
Zhang Song's body was immortal and indestructible, and big mouths appeared on it, licking the black lines and flesh that wrapped around it.
"Regeneration, the birth of new flesh from parasitism and decay."
He comprehended all kinds of laws, but unfortunately they were too weak. Although this strange tree was weird, it was at most at the Dharma Realm. It was completely refined by Zhang Song in less than an incense stick of time.
It's like a single man seeing a beautiful woman without clothes, but before he can get close to her and appreciate her properly, the beautiful woman has disappeared. He can only savor her again and again, and the savoring is endless and long-lasting.
"This is a breeding base. There is no soul here, only fresh flesh and blood born from endless rotten flesh, and then slowly cultivated by the strange tree."
The black bugs are just instinctively chasing living flesh and blood. Their bodies are hard and they can easily bite through even metal. If there are hundreds of them, even a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm would find it difficult to resist.
Zhang Song took a deep breath, and the aura on his body suddenly exploded. The hall was directly strangled and shattered, and countless coffin lids around were overturned.
A piece of black tree stump was found in the deep pit. Even the bone sword only left a few faint sword marks on it. The quality of it reached that of a mid-grade treasure, and it contained a trace of life essence.
"Swallow it!" This time he could clearly feel the sweet taste. He held it in his hand, put it in his mouth, and took one bite at a time as if he was eating sugarcane.
He slowly left here. Under the rotten earth behind him was a rotten wooden coffin. It was quiet, and after a while it seemed as if it had let out a long breath, as if it had survived a disaster but was still frightened.
After walking for more than half an hour, a small village appeared in front of them. There was smoke rising from the village, and outside there were farmlands with a kind of green rice growing on them. It was a high-quality spiritual rice.
After smelling it a few times, one can be sure that the grade of this spiritual rice has reached sixth level, which is considered as immortal rice. It is of great help to the soul, spirit and flesh. In the world above, it cannot be purchased even with immortal stones.
A gentle smile appeared on his pale face and he strode towards the village.
Bang, bang, bang... The sound of panicked gongs rang out in the village. Every household closed their doors. Some brave men shouted loudly, gathered together, and stood carefully at the entrance of the village.
"It's not a dog with a human face. It's not a dog with a human face."
"It's a bone demon. The magic mirror can't tell its level." An old man made a terrified sound and turned around and shouted anxiously: "Run, run, run, go to the mountains, go to the big mountains."
"It's so strange, there's no record of it."
Although they were panicked and frightened, none of these old men and young men fled.
"It actually retains a complete spirit and soul, and its flesh and blood are also normal. It's interesting. Was it born here or manifested after death?"
There was a dark glow in Zhang Song's eyes, extremely gloomy. He looked from the old man to the young man, one by one, and instantly saw through their essence. These were all souls.
Their levels reached those of evil ghosts and resentful spirits. Some of them reached the Dharma Realm, but they did not lose their sanity and seemed to still retain their sanity before death.
Those children and young men were born here, their souls were very pure, and their flesh and blood were filled with death.
If it appears in the outside world, it will immediately cause a large-scale plague, spread death energy, and directly turn into a drought demon.
"I am a poor monk named Randeng. I am passing by your village and have no ill intentions." Zhang Song stood where he was.
One of the elders saw that Zhang Song could actually speak and was standing outside the village, not affected by the village protection formation at all, and his eyes became more and more fearful.
Standing carefully at the edge, he said to Zhang Song: "Master, this is just a small ghost village. Outsiders are not welcome, but I am willing to offer you a pound of green spiritual rice.
Zhang Song looked down at the formation on the ground and said, "You guys are a bit inhospitable."
He couldn't help but chuckle and walked towards the village with big strides, "Elder, I am willing to give you some spiritual stones, just asking for your stay for one night."
Many young and strong people stood aside respectfully after being reminded by the elders.
The village protection formation did not respond, and the village protection gods were trembling with fear and would not come out no matter how much they kowtowed.
Zhang Song was invited into the village chief's house. When he passed by a small temple at the edge of the village, he smiled at it and said, "Fellow Taoist."
It was a black fox statue, and its strength was only at the Dharma Realm. But since it was the spirit protecting the village, it should have some special abilities. Zhang Song took out a drop of fairy liquid and invited the black fox to come out and talk.
After entering the village, Zhang Song felt that it was very comfortable here. There was even a trace of yang energy, as if the power of merit was protecting the village.
"After you died, you came here as a clan or a village?"
The old man glanced at the black fox sitting cross-legged on the chair and quickly replied: "We are all villagers of Majia Village. Most of the families in the village have the surname Ma, and there are also some people with other surnames. But after death, no matter whether they have the same surname or not, they will all come here."