Chapter 617: Ben Ming Worm Gu

.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!But on the one hand, getting involved in worldly affairs would waste time, and on the other hand, as Qin Sang's realm grew higher, he...The Thousand Doors Village is surrounded by the river.

This is the largest river nearby, flowing from north to south, named Qingyi River.

At night, several boats drifted on the Qingyi River. Expert guards patrolled diligently, keeping watch to prevent wild beasts or enemies from infiltrating Qianhu Village.

The river where Qin Sang drifted was a tributary of the Qingyi River, originating in deep mountains and valleys, and ultimately flowing into the Qingyi River. There were countless similar tributaries.

During the drifting process, Qin Sang was sometimes comatose and sometimes awake, still remembering the general direction.

Though the cold dew of late night was heavy, Qin Sang's wounds had already healed enough to bear. He allowed the flying night demon to increase its speed.

The place where the lost spirit beast bag was dropped was farther from Qianhu Village than Qin Sang remembered. Qin Sang and Feitian Yaksha walked and stopped, searching for a suitable spiritual vein for retreat along the way.

Unexpectedly, this place was far more barren than Qin Sang had imagined. After walking so far in the middle of the night, they only found a few small spiritual veins that were unusable.

Leaving Qingyi River, villages became increasingly rare. The mountains were deep and old, with no sign of human life.

Qin Sang carefully distinguished the river where he had drifted down, and flew along its course. By dawn, he finally arrived near the location where he had lost his spirit beast pouch.

After arriving at the puddle, Qin Sang examined it carefully. The man in beast skin had been devoured clean by the blood-winged ghost bees, not even a bone fragment remained.

After widening the search area, there was no sign of the corpse puppet bag.

Qin Sang recalled the scene from that day.

He was only focused on escaping and didn't see where the Corpse Puppet Bag was thrown by the beast-skin man before he died. If it fell into the river, it would definitely be washed into the Qingyi River and impossible to find.

Fortunately, besides the Blood-Winged Ghosthead Wasp, there were no other strange insects in Ling Beast Bag. Otherwise, Qin Sang would have felt heartbroken.

Unlike the vibrant scene of that day, now there is complete silence on both sides of the river. You can't hear a single bird chirping or beast roaring; not even an insect buzzing.

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Such an abnormal situation must have been caused by the blood-winged ghost hornet. All the creatures on the mountain have been eaten.

Qin Sang jumped onto Feitian Ye Cha's back, just about to track the Blood Winged Ghost Scorpion's whereabouts, when suddenly a green light like flames flared on a mountain to the west, disappearing in an instant. He also vaguely heard a few shouts.

"Is anyone there"

Qin Sang frowned, ordering the Flying Sky Yaksha to take him into the shadows and sneak closer.

"These strange bees are afraid of my ghost fire! Two priests, you use insects to lure the strange bees down, and I will set them ablaze and take their hives."

In a mountain valley, three figures gathered, restraining their breath and watching the cliff in the distance.

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Their surroundings were scattered with the corpses of two blood-winged hell bees. Judging from the marks on their bodies, most had been burned to death.

At this time, the buzz on the cliff was incessant, with a large swarm of blood-winged giant hornets still circling and flying, forming a huge cloud of blood. Roughly counted, there were more than two hundred of them.

They circled above the cliff, as if guarding something. A closer look revealed a black, ball-shaped beehive on the rock face.

These three people didn't realize that in the woods not far away, someone was watching them.

The person speaking was a pale young man.

He wore a black robe, on the back of which strange patterns outlined the character 'worm'.

Behind him stood three white bone skeletons. Their eye sockets glowed with sickly green flames, and their joints were bound with transparent thread, the other end of which was tied to the fingers of the young man.

Qin Sang knew necromancy better than anyone. At a glance, he saw through it; these three skeletons were crafted using a secret necromantic technique called bone puppets. Unlike the powerful physical bodies of the Flying Night Demon, their core power resided in the ghostly flames burning within their eyes.

This method of refining corpses is rather crude, matching the cultivation level of a young man at the twelfth layer of the Qi Refining period.

The two old men beside the man were also at the Qi Refining stage.

One is at the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage, while the other is only at the ninth level.

They probably came from a village, as their patterns were similar, and they all wore strange decorations like animal hides and teeth. However, unlike the men in the beehive's burial ground, they had a different style.

Their ornaments, one depicted a waxing moon and the other a waning moon.

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Qin Sang secretly thought they were the priests of Tianyuezhai

These shaman messengers in these villages are pathetically weak in cultivation. I wonder what the background of that young man is.

Two priests seemed to be at odds, ignoring each other and muttering spells silently. Immediately, a spirit insect flew out from their dantians.

It was snake-like in shape, with a body covered in tiny, crimson scales. It had wings and two heads, but its size was no bigger than a human finger, incredibly strange.

The other is a beetle form, slender in shape, with a carapace as thin as a cicada's wing. When spread out, it resembles a blade of a knife.

Qin Sang's spirits lifted. He stared intently at the two spirit insects, recognizing only the beetle, named Da Dao Shen Niu by the Yu Ling Zong. It wasn't a particularly extraordinary insect.

It only has the potential for two molts, but it's extremely fast. Its carapace is sharp like a weapon and its combat effectiveness is good.

That day, he saw a green jade praying mantis fly out of the Beastman's dantian, and he was curious.

Here, the cultivator's insect-control technique is completely different from the Spirit Summoning Sect's system.

These two spirit insects, like the Azure Jade Mantis, had a unique aura connecting them to their masters. This aura was clearly formed through life-sharing cultivation.

Could it be that he has refined the Soul Worm into a life-bound Soul Worm

“Go!”

The two old men, obeying the young man's command, rode their spirit worms and charged into the swarm of bees.

The two-headed snake with four wings opened its mouth in mid-air and spat out two flames. The Great Axe Bull also spread its wings and struck out several wing shadows, attracting the attention of the bees, so it fled separately.

’Buzz buzz…’

The Blood-winged Spectre Bee, enraged, split into two groups to pursue. One group was led by the strange serpent towards the young man.

A young man confidently led three skeletons by the hand, waiting for the blood-winged hellbees to arrive. When they did, he ordered the skeletons to spit out ghostfire.

I thought the Blood-Winged Hornets would die instantly from the fire, but unexpectedly a blood mist suddenly filled the swarm, consuming the flames instead. Only the outer layer of the swarm was burned, and the rest, amidst the three people's stunned gazes, swooped towards them.

"This idiot."

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Qin Sang secretly shook his head.

The blood-winged ghost wasp emerges from metamorphosis in the blood mist of Wuyagu. They are not terrifying when alone, but once they gather in a swarm, they undergo a qualitative change.

The monstrous snake couldn't escape and was surrounded by blood-winged hell bees, frantically spraying fire in retaliation.

The young man hurriedly urged the ghost fire, finally rescuing the serpent, but it was battered and bruised, almost losing its fighting ability.

The old man, with a crescent moon headpiece, roared in pain, as if he himself had been wounded, his breath weakening by several points.

"Sure enough, it's the soulmate spirit insect of life and death!"

Qin Sang's eyes narrowed slightly.

A cultivator's life-extending artifact or treasure will backfire on its owner if it is severely damaged, much like the elder.

Seeing the three people flustered, Qin Sang took out two large cloaks and put one on the Flying Heavenly Asura before ordering it to attack.

>lightly.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!“Fellow Daoist Chongxi, you see I only brought two disciples here”"To ensure fairness, we powerful individuals should not part...