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

Chapter 91 90. Secret Realm Insect Cultivator, Mysterious Thoughts (3.8K words - please subscribe)
Since Hua Linglong had exposed her fighting style, the taciturn female cultivator no longer disguised herself. She flew a lot higher, then raised her hand and pressed down hard. The dark swarm of insects fell towards Song Yan like a column of water.

Song Yan dodged hurriedly while controlling the shadow puppet with his ten fingers.

The shadow puppets spun around him like a revolving lantern, the mysterious energy on them expanded and collided with the black pillar, making endless "hissing" sounds, just like a madly spinning water mill, or a black waterfall falling into a pond.

Wherever Song Yan went, the swarm of insects followed.

These insects themselves were not physically strong, and when they collided with the ten shadow puppets controlled by Song Yan, many of them that fell apart exploded with a "bang" and flew in all directions.

But Song Yan soon noticed that the insects that were blown to pieces and should have died actually flapped their wings again very quickly. Even though the whole insect was in a deformed state, it did not hinder it from continuing to attack. As for those that were blown into pieces, they were glued together into "insect shapes" again under a strange force and continued to attack.

This is simply a super zombie in the insect world. Even if it is smashed or exploded, it can still continue to move.
This war of attrition was extremely unfair, and after a while, Song Yan seemed to be careless, and a blood-blade elk shadow leather was slightly slow, and was hit by the black tide due to insufficient Xuan Qi.

In an instant, Song Yan felt that his connection with the shadow puppet was completely severed.

The Blood Blade Elk shadow hide, which originally seemed to have life, turned into a piece of dead skin and fell to the ground. No matter how he infused it with mysterious energy, it remained motionless.

In just a moment, the deformed soul inside was actually dispersed by the black insect tide.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and could only concentrate more, manipulating the remaining nine shadow puppets to "barely hold on".

In the sky, the dull female cultivator looked at him blankly and said coldly: "If this is all you have, you don't have to follow me to the Mountain and Sea Monster Country to do business. Die."

The next moment, another swarm of black insects fell from the sky.

Bang!
Another shadow puppet exploded.

Song Yan's expression froze instantly, and he shouted in shock, "Why can you control all the bugs in the secret realm? Why?!"

Although the dull nun had no expression on her face, anyone could sense that she was quite disappointed.

The female cultivator did not answer, but continued to maintain the spell.

The black night candle soul worms gathered from all directions of this secret realm like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea. Viewed from the sky, they looked like countless long pythons winding around, rubbing their strange scales against the mountains, and making continuous, overlapping, dense noises.

Hua Linglong looked at Song Yan, who was struggling to hold on and could die at any time, with a look of pity in her eyes. She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and was about to beg for mercy for Song Yan, but suddenly she heard a sudden "boom".

The black insect swarm that had nearly submerged Song Yan was suddenly blown away, and everything close to the center turned into black powder and then burned rapidly.

An indescribable scorching force, like a molten furnace, erupted from the center of the densely packed red and black burning insect corpses.

Hua Linglong couldn't see clearly at all, but she could barely make out a red meteor that rushed into the sky and hit the dull female cultivator, and then took the female cultivator down from the sky. Amidst the loud noise and shock, the earth and the swarm of insects turned into tides and scattered around.

Immediately afterwards, smoke and dust began to billow.

After the crowd dispersed, Hua Linglong hurried over to take a look, only to see that the dull female cultivator was actually being held by Song Yan with one hand and pressed to the ground.

The female cultivator's skin and face were gone, and what remained was a weird human-faced insect.

The limbs of this human-faced worm are still intact, but they have turned into a strange kind of insect feet. The suction cups on the soles of the feet strengthen the adhesion to human skin.

The human-faced bug screamed angrily: "You lied to me?!"

The bug was shaking all over.

Trembling with rage!

Hua Linglong had never seen it so angry.

But on second thought, she understood.

Before, the bug pretended to be shocked to fool Song Yan, but was exposed by her, so it gave up. But who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, it was fooled by Song Yan with the same trick.

The deceived person relaxed his vigilance and did not even have time to escape.
It was no match for Song Yan if it fought alone, and it was able to defeat Song Yan only because of its control over the secret realm.
There was actually a huge gap between it and Song Yan, but it realized it too late.
The moment it felt contempt for Song Yan's "shocking performance", it had already lost.

If it had known this earlier, it would have stayed away and used the Night Candle Soul Bug to consume Song Yan to death.

Thinking of how Song Yan had just barely held on, struggled, and shouted in shock, Hua Linglong couldn't help but twitching the corners of her mouth. Thinking of his "performance" in Tianyun City, the corners of her mouth twitched even more violently.

However, Song Yan was so terrifying and had such strong explosive power that it was far beyond her imagination.

Song Yan looked at the strange giant insect with a human face, and without saying anything, he raised his finger and pointed at it.

But he didn't use the power of "The Tiger King", but the "Ghost Resurrection Technique".

Instant, soul search.
But just as he was about to devour the soul, he suddenly felt the soul he touched suddenly explode and disappeared in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the giant worm with a human face began to rot rapidly.

Song Yan distanced himself.

A strange golden light spot slowly emerged from the rotten human-faced giant worm. It was the size of a sesame seed and floated motionlessly in the air.

The voice of Grandma Fox sounded in Song Yan's mind: "Master, if one day I take over another's body and then someone searches my soul, I will be shattered like him."

Song Yan looked at the golden light in silence and asked, "You mean, it is also controlled from the soul level? Just like a ghost?"

Grandma Fox said: "If that's the case, the tiger's blood is not that precious.

In fact, the blood essence of the tiger king is unique in the world known to the slave and among all living things, and now only the master has it.

Like this giant human-faced insect, it should be under a soul restriction, and it will explode if touched.
Or maybe it’s some method that even the slaves don’t know about.

After all, these secret realm cultivators, no, now they should be called secret realm insect cultivators.

The origins and purposes of these secret realm insect cultivators are extremely mysterious."

Song Yan squinted at the golden light.

He raised his hand carefully to touch it, but it went through. He pointed his finger at the golden light spot, and the black pattern spread to his fingertips. He touched it lightly.
Ding!
The golden spots of light were not restrained but were magically pushed away, as if they were avoiding the black spots with disgust.

Song Yan secretly wondered: "It's something at the soul level."

In that case
He immediately raised his hand, and grabbed the golden light with five fingers, and black spots spread across his palm.

Then he grabbed and trapped the golden light spot as if it had fallen into a prison of five fingers. It rushed left and right but couldn't get out.

However, it would be extremely difficult for Song Yan to put it away.

He wanted to hide in the black spots of his tiger, but the golden light spot was flickering like a "light bulb with poor contact", and he couldn't hide it. He wanted to put it in the storage space, but it was very slippery and couldn't be put in at all.

He looked left and right. This golden light spot was neither a "ghost", nor a "evil spirit", nor a "soul fragment". He was really confused and didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Glancing around again, he saw that although the swarm of Night Candle Soul Insects had lost control, they were too dense here and were already crashing towards him like moths to a flame, forcing him to constantly mobilize his Xuan Qi for protection.

Song Yan took out a black crystal from his storage bag and absorbed the black energy to prevent any accidents or the black energy being consumed to below the safety line.

Chi Chi Chi.
The soul worms kept flying over, kept burning, kept reuniting, and continued to fly over.

Song Yan's mind moved, and he left a small gap in the Xuanqi shield, allowing the soul insect to hit his body.

With this collision, he only felt that his soul was slightly touched, and the insect's soul was directly shattered, but in the dark night, it was quickly reassembled.

Song Yan just stared in amazement.

It turns out that not only the body is difficult to destroy, but also the soul.

He looked around and felt that he couldn't stay here for long.

He was thinking about the "blood pool" that the insect cultivator mentioned.

He had to admit that he was attracted by the essence and blood of the "Night Candle Soul Worm". He even had the idea of ​​placing it in the "next central palace position".

This thing is too scary at night, and it is also soul-oriented, making it a perfect match with the "tiger blood of the king of accomplices".

but
He looked at the golden light in annoyance. He couldn't just press it on his body and make it shine forever, right?

Or maybe he kept it in his hand and used the power of the tiger to imprison it? Wouldn't that be equivalent to crippling one hand?
At this moment, the Night Candle Soul Bugs suddenly separated, and a graceful figure emerged from the tide of bugs.

The beautiful figure walked up to Song Yan, bowed, and called out, "Brother Song."

Song Yan turned his head to look at Hua Linglong and asked, "Brother Song?"

Hua Linglong said sternly, "Brother, since you have nothing to do, I want to make a deal with you."

"Deal?" Song Yan looked at her with a strange expression, but still asked, "What deal?"

Hua Linglong said calmly: "Brother, give me this, and I will tell you all the news I get later, and do my best to help you get the most benefit in this secret candle land.

If you feel that this is still not equal, we can discuss it further."

Song Yan asked curiously: "What is this?"

Hua Linglong stared at the golden light and said, "It didn't say anything, but I've been in contact with it for a long time, so I can barely guess what it is."

She paused slightly and said, "An idea."

"idea?"

Song Yan was stunned.

Hua Linglong said: "But this thought is just a dead object that contains a certain will, and this thought is also closely related to the secret realm. If I get this thought, I should know a lot of information.

At that time, I will tell you all this information, and use the power I have gained to help you profit in this secret realm."

Song Yan said: "You and me."

Hua Linglong smiled and said, "If you are willing to grow old with me, then Linglong will go with you, and we will ride on green clothes and white horses and accompany each other in the rivers and lakes. Linglong will also follow your lead and help her husband and raise her children."

Song Yan said: "I have too many troubles. It may not be a good thing to follow me. For example, before, it was not easy for me to escape. I hurriedly settled the people around me, and I didn't know whether she was dead or alive. Now, I may have even bigger troubles."

Hua Linglong didn't seem surprised. She put her hands behind her back, raised her face, looked at the dark mountain, and said slowly, "When my father died, I was at a loss. The hostile forces of the Ghost Qingyi Building and even my father's former subordinates could have turned me into a toy for others to play with.
I cried alone in the dark for a long time, playing the same tune on my flute, unable to sleep all night. Then, I told myself to be ruthless.

Afterwards, I used all means possible, with blood on my hands, and finally gained control of my father's side of the power, but I found that things did not get better. I also wanted to become the owner of the Ghost Qingyi Tower, and fight for hegemony and unify Tianyun.

When you enter the world, you always have to go against the current.

If you don't move forward when sailing against the current, you will be swept into the abyss by the whirlpool, and there will be no return."

“However, just because people work hard, they cannot necessarily achieve their goals.

When I was fighting with the Guzhu Gang, there was a traitor on my side and I thought I was going to die. But at this moment, suddenly someone appeared in front of me and helped me take it all.

I was used to being scared, so I tried to control him with drugs, but he fed me with crazy powder instead.

But this person was very strange. He did not take advantage of my misfortune to occupy me and force me to do things. Instead, he helped me complete what I wanted to do, and my frightened heart finally calmed down. "

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and a sweet and warm smile appeared on the corners of her lips, as if she was recalling the good times.

“On the day when the King of Shu came to congratulate Yitong Tianyun, I gave myself to him.

He is my husband.

Then he left.

I know he won't come back. He is a monk, and the path he takes is destined to never intersect with that of mortals."

"Later, I went to the Snake Corpse Market and ventured into the secret realm of the Demon Swamp there. I obtained the so-called Mysterious Root and met it. This insect cultivator is also my teacher.

She told me that my Xuangen was very good, the best among those she had seen. I could become a very good insect cultivator. I knew that there was something wrong with my Xuangen, but I was not afraid, but very happy instead. "

Hua Linglong slowly opened her eyes, looked at Song Yan seriously, and said: "My father is gone, my husband is gone. And now, I am also on the path of a cultivator.

It is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes.

Brother Song, nice to meet you.

I am Madam Ling."

Song Yan glanced at the rotting human-faced insect corpse and asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

Hua Linglong smiled and said, "This path is like an arrow. Once shot, there is no turning back. Life and death are determined by fate. If I die despite trying my best, I will never regret it."

(End of this chapter)