After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 90 89. Soul-eating Insect Tide (4.2K words - please subscribe)
The one who was called dumb began to speak.

But those who could speak normally became mute.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped talking.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and several key pieces of information quickly connected together.

Raising monks to feed the monsters in the secret realm, the mysterious monk, when leaving Tianyun City, he asked Hua Linglong to go to the Snake Corpse Market to look for Xuangen, etc.
An inexplicable thought came to his mind. This mysterious female cultivator might be the one who "raised the snake corpse in the market for decades to feed the hidden old demon in the Demonic Swamp Secret Realm". And she came here this time with another purpose. She just happened to meet him and then had other intentions.

Just as he was thinking, Grandma Fox's voice came: "Master, be careful of traps."

In order to increase the fault tolerance rate, Song Yan had activated "Grandma Fox's external perception" before the fight, so when he was communicating and confronting others, it was actually "he and Grandma Fox" fighting the enemy together.

Grandma Fox naturally also heard these words.

Then, Grandma Fox continued, "This sentence contains a trap of pre-information. As long as you answer it, you will help her confirm many things. How does she know that you need blood essence? Why does she want to give you blood essence? Where does the blood essence she gave you come from?
People outside should know that I have fought with you, and also know that you have broken through the Crimson Palace Realm.

Therefore, the need for blood can barely explain
But why I give you my essence and blood is very interesting.

This female cultivator must know a lot of things.

After going around in circles, I'm worried that I'll end up back at the bloodline of the Tiger Clan.

Back then, I accidentally got the chance, so I hurriedly stole the blood, but I didn’t know if the blood was related to any deeper secrets.”

Song Yan remained silent.

The Tiger King Clan is the overlord-class demon in the world of spirits and souls, and is also the superior race in the Mountain and Sea Demon Kingdom. There is only one member left in the clan, so this essence and blood is indeed very precious.

However, once the precious blood and essence are digested, it will be meaningless. If we go back and reheat the old things, what are these people asking for?
"If you take action."

“Master, the other party knows that you are in the Crimson Palace Realm, and he still fought with me and survived. It is obvious that he is not a good person.

This kind of cultivator should be the secret realm cultivator that I mentioned before. This is the secret realm, her home ground. I don’t know her ability either, but it must be related to the secret realm itself.

Master, be careful."

"This secret place is called the Candle Land, where the night candle insects hide during the day and come out at night. But they must have kept something back, but I don't know what they kept back."

The strange female cultivator named Zhu'er just asked a question, but a thousand thoughts flashed through Song Yan and Mrs. Fox's minds, and they began to pull off each other's underwear.

Thoughts flowed so quickly, and the man and the fox communicated quickly, and only a moment passed outside.

Song Yan raised his eyes, looked at the dull female cultivator opposite him, clasped his fists and said politely: "If there is essence and blood suitable for me, I will naturally want it."

The dull female cultivator smiled and said, "It must be suitable for you."

Song Yan did not mention what his uterine blood was, but just asked curiously: "I wonder how it fits?"

This time it was the turn of the taciturn female cultivator to remain silent. She tilted her head and glanced at the sky.

The weather in the secret realm is the same as the outside world. The sun and the moon will also bring dusk and dawn here, but at this moment, the sky is already dark, and the gray clouds have already obscured the glow on the horizon. Perhaps in the next breath, the whole world will suddenly fall into darkness.

This kind of time makes the female cultivator very satisfied.

She said, “The monsters here are called Night Candle Soul Bugs. Once night falls, they will wake up and be attracted to the living souls. They regard the living souls as light and rush towards them like moths to a flame, and will not stop until they have smashed the living souls apart.

One Night Candle Soul Worm is not scary, as it is just a high-level monster with a weak body but special powers. But the scary thing is that there are many, many, many Night Candle Soul Worms here.

With so many Night Candle Soul Insects mixed together, the monks from the Crimson Palace had to take a detour.

The soul of a person is protected by the body. It is very difficult to break the body and disperse the soul.
However, the characteristic of this type of night candle soul worm is that its own soul has a strong regenerative ability. As long as it is at night, even if their bodies are burned when they collide with the target soul, they will recover quickly and continue to collide.

I don't know. Is this kind of monster blood, which is very beneficial to the soul, suitable for you?"

After that, she continued, "Insect blood is very rare. Maybe several Night Candle Soul Insects can squeeze out one drop of blood. So, it is very difficult to collect enough blood to be absorbed by the Crimson Palace Realm.

Junior, do you want it?"

The night candle worm suddenly transformed into a night candle soul worm that attacks the soul, and its dangerous level increased rapidly.

If those casual cultivators knew this information, they would never dare to enter this secret realm even if they were beaten to death.

Because this method of attacking the monster's soul is really unsolvable.

On the other side, Grandma Fox heard this and immediately said: "She exposed herself first. She really came here for the tiger blood of the accomplice king.

She was testing whether I stole the tiger blood, and whether you stole the tiger blood, and even testing whether you digested it. "

In fact, Song Yan had thought of it himself without Grandma Fox telling him.

He raised his head, thought for a moment and said, "The blood of the Night Candle Soul Bug is indeed very rare, but it is not very suitable for me. To be honest with you, senior, I have entered the Crimson Palace Realm, but the position of the Central Palace was determined by the blood of a mutant nine-eyed harp boa constrictor."

"Nine-eyed lyre-boa? The demon beast that seduce people with its skin and voice? However, this demon beast seems to be only a mid-level demon beast, right?"

The dull female cultivator was stunned for a moment.

Song Yan nodded seriously and said, "This one of mine is a mutation, and its blood essence has reached the level of a high-level demon beast. However, even so, it still took me a lot of effort to refine the Crimson Palace Pill."

The air suddenly became quiet, so quiet that it was eerie.

The dull female cultivator suddenly said, "Forget it, Song Yan, there is no point in talking any more. If I don't give it a try, I won't know whether what you said is true or false, and you will definitely not be willing to help me."

Song Yan did not make a move, but just asked curiously: "I wonder what you want me to do, senior. I like to help others by nature, maybe I am willing to help you?"

The dull female nun said, "I want you to stay with me and accompany me to the Mountain and Sea Monster Kingdom."

Song Yan nodded, looking thoughtful, and then asked, "What are you going to do?"

The dull female cultivator was obviously not fooled. She took out a green bottle from her bosom and said, "Song Yan, there is a pill in it. Take it and I will tell you."

Song Yan glanced at the green bottle, but before he could speak, Hua Linglong beside him spoke.

"Song Lang, this is an elixir. After eating it, mortals can grow Xuangen, and cultivators can improve their Xuangen aptitude. This is the blessing you have cultivated in your previous life."

The dull female cultivator glared at Hua Linglong fiercely.

Hua Linglong lowered her head in fear and said hesitantly, "Master, I... I was just trying to persuade him."

Song Yan interrupted: "Senior is right."

The dull female cultivator looked up at him, her stiff eyes moving strangely.

Song Yan continued: "But if you don't show your ability, I won't be able to take this medicine."

The air suddenly became quiet. Neither of them knew the other's ability, and after going around in circles, they decided to test each other first.

Just like the story of "The Donkey in Guizhou has run out of tricks", the audience only sighed that the donkey was ridiculous, daring to act arrogantly in front of the tiger; and laughed at the tiger's stupidity, being fooled by a donkey; but how many people saw the tiger's caution? If the tiger hadn't tried, how would it know that it was a donkey that could be its food?

"Alright."

The dull female cultivator smiled strangely, and then she flew up into the air without using any mysterious weapon. She moved her hands mechanically, and the dark clouds in the sky and the shadows of the mountains all began to rustle. The rustling and weird shrill sounds could make people with trypophobia go crazy, cover their ears, and become hysterical in an instant.

At this time, in the canyon, the Flying Knife Gang and the remaining four independent cultivators were still moving forward.

Suddenly, a group of middle hall masters exclaimed: "What the hell is that?"

"Don't panic, it's just a night worm."

An old cultivator's faint voice was heard, followed by a small golden bell that shone brightly. The bell suddenly floated four or five feet into the air, slowly rotating, emitting light golden rays as long as fingernails around it.

The rays of light scattered in all directions, forming a small light area covering about ten feet.

The other three wandering cultivators immediately came over, and the remaining dozen or so people from the Flying Knife Gang also hurriedly squeezed into the light area. They stuck to each other, which looked extremely funny, but no one dared to laugh. They just looked at the wriggling shadows outside in fear.

A casual cultivator said, "Madam Ling and Zhu'er haven't come back yet. I'm afraid they are in danger."

Another person snorted, "I think there's something wrong with them."

"Stop arguing. Let's work together to find the exit first." The old man said, "I will use the Xuan weapon first. When the Xuan weapon is no longer effective, you can take turns."

As he spoke, a shadow suddenly rose into the air, like a black wave that slightly condensed in mid-air.

"coming."

The old man's expression became stern, and he tried harder to control the bell-shaped mysterious weapon.

The next moment, the black wave came crashing down, hitting the golden light shield and quickly exploding, dispersing into black mist.

But this was just a prelude, followed by a series of black waves.

One of the gang members on the periphery lost his balance in the shoveling, and he slowed down a little, leaving half of his leg exposed. When the black wave touched his half leg, he felt a pain in his nerves and immediately knelt on one knee. He raised his hand and cried out in pain, "Save me!" But before he finished speaking, his whole body was covered in black.

Only then did everyone see clearly that it was actually a strange black insect.

The gang member suddenly stopped moving, but the strange thing was that there was not a single wound on his body.

It seems that the bugs don't eat people.

This stunned everyone.

But during this moment of hesitation, the old man's Xuanqi Tower could no longer hold on. A crack appeared in the golden light shield in an instant, and a black insect tentacle quickly reached in from the outside, gently touching the left arm of a monk. The monk's pupils constricted, because with just this one touch, his left arm was completely numb. This performance was exactly the same as that of the ordinary gang members before!
Fortunately, at this moment, another monk hurriedly changed and took out an umbrella and threw it into the air.

The umbrella opened up, forcing the insect out, but the light was only on for four or five breaths before it began to shatter with a crackling sound, as if it was about to be shattered by the impact of the black insect.

Everyone was horrified, cold sweats broke out, and a strong feeling of suffocation and despair arose in their hearts.

A sharp-eyed monk suddenly said, "These bugs are not actively attacking us, but seem to be on their way. Let's avoid the main road! Otherwise, we will all die!!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone hurriedly moved aside.
The casual cultivators hurriedly took out their mysterious weapons.

But as a casual cultivator, his wealth is not abundant and the number of mystical weapons is limited. It is unknown how long he can last.

From time to time, a casual cultivator would grab a member of the Flying Knife Gang and throw it out to disperse the bugs.

Whenever the gang members fell into the tide of black insects, they would be immediately unable to move, but there would be no scars on their bodies.

When the black insect tide began to move, Song Yan felt a strong threat to his soul, which was the unique sensitivity brought by his "tiger blood of the king".

In fact, he could also feel that even if these bugs really fell on him and attacked his soul, he would be fine for a while.

Because there are still many ghosts gathered in his soul, plus those black spots that can capture souls and turn them into ghosts, it is more than enough.

At the very least, these Night Candle Soul Bugs that attack the soul will need to fight a decisive battle against him.

"Master, she is still testing you." Grandma Fox said, "If you have the blood of the Tiger King, you will not die for the time being. But if you die, it means that you don't have the blood of the Tiger King, and you are worthless to her. Then you die."

Song Yan looked up at the dull female cultivator hanging in the air, and Hua Linglong who was standing in the distance but was ignored by the insects. He moved his hands, and his ten fingers immediately conjured up ten shadow puppets of monsters, most of which were intermediate-level.

The advanced one is a one-tailed fox demon.

The most advanced one is the one-armed shadow puppet made from the body of Grandma Fox.

Song Yan collected the essence and blood of the multi-tailed fox clan of Grandma Fox. After living in the mountains for so long, he naturally made her skin into a three-tailed shadow puppet.

In order to ensure the restoration of its true strength, it was not cut too much, but the original one-arm appearance was maintained so as to use as much skin as possible.

In order to conceal his identity, he deliberately gathered the three tails into a "fake tail" so that others would think at first glance that it was just an ordinary one-tailed fox.

This technique is impossible for other leather craftsmen, but it is completely possible for him.

In addition, normally, if the skin of a demon at the level of the Crimson Palace is to be made into a shadow puppet, there are many special processing techniques. If Song Yan wants to make one of this level, he needs to learn more advanced spells. However, "Painted Skin and Deformed Soul" is indeed a bit outrageous.

"Deformed Soul" can make up for this deficiency.

Although it is not like other monsters that can "exert extraordinary strength that exceeds its original body in life", it can exert the strength of a one-armed fox grandmother "without essence and blood".

And this is also the power level of the middle stage of the Crimson Palace.

It can be said that if Song Yan fought with his physical body and talent without using his essence and blood or spells, he would only be evenly matched with the one-armed fox grandmother in the middle stage of the Crimson Palace, and he might even be defeated in terms of illusion.

When Song Yan made his move, he not only hid a trump card, but he also hid a "nuclear bomb" in these ten shadow puppets.

The "Ten Finger Phantom Skin Technique", which was derived from the secondary mutation of the ordinary "Skin Control Technique", was activated instantly. The deformed souls dissipated, and illusions suddenly appeared. Many ghostly figures were looming in the hazy ghostly air.

From high in the sky, a solemn cry was heard: "What is this?!"

Hua Linglong's eyes lit up and she clapped her hands in praise, "You are worthy of being a teacher! You can drive away almost all the Night Candle Soul Bugs in the entire secret realm!
Song Lang, although your methods are not bad, you should still admit defeat quickly.

Even if you become ten times stronger, it will be useless. The Night Candle Soul Bugs are immortal bugs in the dark night, and you will be consumed by them very quickly."

Above, the dull female cultivator was stunned for a moment, then looked down at Yan Hua Linglong coldly, no longer pretending to be shocked.

Hua Linglong also quickly shut up.

(End of this chapter)