A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuo made a firm decision, mobilized his spiritual sea, and continuously poured the purest crimson spiritual power into the thirty blood cocoons.

Nourished, the blood cocoon throbbed more violently, and the strange patterns on its surface seemed to come alive, writhing, twisting, and expanding wildly!

finally--

"puff."

A very faint yet crystal clear cracking sound rang out on the surface of a certain blood cocoon.

A tiny crack appeared.

Then came the second one, the third one...

"Pfft pfft pfft pfft..."

One cracking sound after another, like dense raindrops, rang out in the deathly silent spiritual sea world.

Thirty blood cocoons burst open simultaneously!

Ji Zuodao's gaze was fixed on that direction.

From the broken cocoon, strange flying insects, each only the size of a fingernail and entirely black, struggled to emerge.

They have six legs, as thin as needles, but the tips gleam with a metallic, chilling light.

On its back, three pairs of wings, as thin as cicada wings yet shimmering with an eerie crimson light, slowly unfurled, trembling gently and emitting a subtle, unsettling buzzing sound.

Most striking of all are the protruding mouths on their heads, long, sharp, and gleaming with a cold, eerie light that seems capable of piercing through any defense.

Overall, it has a dark, insect-like body, blood-red wings, and a mouthpart that gleams with a cold light...

An extremely malevolent and ferocious aura swept over us.

Ji Zuodao stared at the thirty strange black insects that had just emerged from their cocoons and were slowly circling and flying above his spiritual sea, and was stunned for a full three seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a name that had long been buried in the corner of his memory, a name that had drifted into his ears by chance on a hot afternoon in his childhood while listening to the raucous storytelling on his second master's old radio, exploded in his mind like a thunderclap!

Bloodwinged black mosquito?!

Holy crap?!

Isn't this the same ferocious creature from the Investiture of the Gods, one of the "Five Primordial Insects" that could drain even the Holy Mother of the Tortoise Spirit of nothingness?!

Etc., etc!

Ji Zuodao quickly shook his non-existent head, thinking that he might be hallucinating from the Devouring Spirit Palace.

What is the concept of the Five Primordial Insects?

That's an ancient ferocious creature on par with the "Six-Winged Golden Cicada"!

What kind of person is Ji Zuodao?

At best, he's just an ordinary, unremarkable evil cultivator who's a little more handsome, a little more ruthless, and a little bit luckier than the average person.

What merit or ability do I possess to hatch this legendary thing within my own spiritual sea?

And they hatched thirty at once?!

But these thirty little creatures before me had dark, insect-like bodies, blood-red wings, and gleaming mouthparts...

The appearance and the smell were exactly the same as the description he had barely heard from the static on a broken radio when he was a child!

"Oh shit……"

Ji Zuodao's consciousness licked its non-existent lips, its eyes flashing wildly.

"Whether it's a mule or a horse... we'll know once we take it out for a spin."

With a thought, his consciousness returned to the outside world.

Then, taking a deep breath, he carefully "hooked" out a blood-winged black mosquito that had just emerged from its cocoon and seemed somewhat naive from his spiritual sea.

The black mosquito landed in his palm; it was cold and felt as light as a feather.

Three pairs of blood-red thin wings trembled slightly, emitting an almost inaudible buzzing sound, and their slender mouthparts unconsciously touched his skin, bringing a slight stinging sensation.

"Let's test the quality first."

Ji Zuodao condensed a faint protective aura at his fingertips, then gave a simple command to the black mosquito in his palm:

"stamp."

The black mosquito seemed to understand his meaning, slightly adjusted the angle of its slender proboscis, and then, like lightning, stabbed down!

"laugh--"

A very faint sound, yet it made Ji Zuodao's pupils shrink sharply.

The protective aura on his fingertips seemed to vanish in the face of the tiny black mosquito's mouthparts.

The tip of its mouthparts touched his real skin without any obstruction.

Ji Zuodao's heart trembled violently!

"Is it that sharp?"

He immediately increased his spiritual power output, raising the intensity of his protective aura to a level sufficient to withstand the normal attacks of a cultivator in the early stages of the Spirit Sea Realm.

"Tap again!"

"laugh--"

The same slight sound, the same unobstructed passage!

The protective aura of the early stage of the Spirit Sea Realm is practically useless!

Ji Zuodao's heart began to race, and his eyes grew brighter.

He continuously increased the intensity of the protective aura.

Mid-stage Spirit Sea Realm... Ineffective!

Late stage of the Spirit Sea Realm... Ineffective!

Only when he pushed his spiritual power to its limit, simulating a defensive strength close to that of a cultivator at the Spirit Palace Realm, did the black mosquito's proboscis finally feel a very slight resistance when it pierced through, but it still managed to penetrate successfully!

"hiss--"

Ji Zuodao gasped, staring in horror at the seemingly harmless little thing in his palm.

Of course, he also tested other aspects.

Speed: Not bad, much faster than a regular mosquito.

Defense: Terrible; a single slap could cause it to burst open.

Strength: Negligible. It relies entirely on its mouthparts for food.

In terms of abilities, it inherited the power of the Soul-Eating Gu, which allows it to inject addictive Gu threads into the human body through its mouthparts, giving people a pleasurable sensation when their blood is sucked.

Ji Zuodao's face darkened. What, you're getting more and more excited about getting beaten up in battles now?

In summary, the Bloodwing Black Mosquito's current strength is equivalent to a newly awakened, fragile Qi cultivator, and it might not even be able to defeat a physical education student who trains regularly.

"Tsk, all looks and no substance... its capabilities are completely unworthy of its appearance."

That makes sense, since the Soul-Eating Gu was never intended for offensive purposes.

Ji Zuodao was a little disappointed.

But the next second, through the subtle connection between his spiritual sea and these black mosquitoes, he sensed a piece of information that made his scalp tingle instantly, and then made him so happy that he almost jumped up!

These blood-winged black mosquitoes can actually divide on their own, provided they have enough nutrition.

One becomes two, two become four, four become eight...

In theory, as long as there is enough nutrition, they can multiply indefinitely!

For the Bloodwing Black Mosquito, which mutated from the Blood Sea power absorbed by the Soul-Eating Gu King worm cocoon, the best nutrition comes from Ji Zuodao's Blood Sea!

Of course, they aren't picky eaters.

Blood energy, spiritual power, and even mental energy are all welcome.

Ji Zuodao suddenly turned his head and looked at the vast, viscous, seemingly endless sea of ​​blood in the spiritual sea.

Then I looked at the little thing in my palm that was "crying for food".

A thought that made him tremble all over spread like wildfire!

If the quality isn't good enough, make up for it with quantity!

A single blood-winged black mosquito can only prick a cultivator of the same level with a needle prick.

What about ten? A hundred? A thousand? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand?

When their numbers reach a terrifying level, what a horrific "piercing storm" their terrifyingly sharp mouthparts will create.

Not to mention, they originated from the Blood Sea and share the same origin and coexist with it.

As long as the sea of ​​blood doesn't dry up, they will be born, split, and reborn in an endless stream...

As long as the sea of ​​blood never dries up, the black mosquitoes will never die.

Its body multiplied into billions, blotting out the sky and the sun.

At that point, who cares about your spiritual palace, Dharma form, or even higher realm...

With millions of black mosquitoes passing through, they'll probably suck even the bone fragments to ash!

"Haha...hahaha!"

Ji Zuodao finally couldn't help but laugh softly, his shoulders shaking as he laughed louder and louder until he was almost laughing until tears streamed down his face.

He swept the black mosquito in his palm back into his spiritual sea, watching the thirty little creatures swirling happily above the sea of ​​blood, greedily absorbing the wisps of blood energy, their eyes burning with an unprecedented, scorching light.

"We've struck it rich...this time it's a fucking windfall!"

"My three old friends! Your apprentice... I'm afraid I'm really going to make headlines this time!"

"As long as the sea of ​​blood never dries up, the black mosquitoes will never die... Hehe, hehehehe..."

He rubbed his hands together, looking at the thirty "potential stocks" in his spiritual sea, as if he could see the future sky-covering insect cloud, and the magnificent scene of all living beings trembling beneath the insect cloud.

"Make sure you get enough nutrition! Speed ​​up cell division! Let's set a small goal first..."

Ji Zuodao licked his lips, his eyes filled with a dangerous yet excited look.

"Let's hatch ten million of them first and play around with them!"

"Hehe, Daoist Master is finally going to succeed."