Only at this moment can we see clearly that in the huge red clouds were countless worms covered with red carapaces, each waving its hard wings, densely packed, overwhelming. It looked like it was three feet long and three feet long. They held the huge pair of pliers on their foreheads, shining with a lush green light, as if they were about to destroy everything and tear everything apart, ferocious and terrifying.

Seeing this, the scholar turned his body and condensed the sound of the flute, aimed at the red cloud that was shooting, with a deep face as water, and continued to play as usual. Then about one foot in front of the scholar, it seemed like an invisible flute sound barrier was formed. All the worms were isolated from the sound barrier. No matter how they collided and squeezed, it would be difficult to cross the line.

The huge red cloud tentacle seemed to have core wisdom. When he saw that the squeeze and impact were fruitless, he slowly slowed down and stopped doing useless things. The flute sound barrier slowed down and pushed forward several feet.

After a long time, at the moment when the two sides were in a stalemate, the huge red cloud tentacle swung hard towards the sky, like a whip, and made a sound, and it swept down like a strong wind and thunder.

On the side of the flute sound barrier, the scholar's eyebrows immediately flipped, but the flute sound did not diminish at all. He hit the "Red Cloud Whip" that was about to hit the blink of an eye. Instead, on the other side of the flute sound barrier, the worms that smashed down like hail, made a "bang bang" sound from time to time. After a while, they fell down and struggled on the ground, and they saw that they could not survive.

But there are too many worms. Looking around, there are more than tens of billions of them, and the worm hole of the stone peak is constantly spraying red clouds, without any sign of weakening.

The dead and injured worms were probably less than one million, but they saw that the worms were extremely fierce and turned a blind eye to the deaths of similar people. They rushed forward one after another, and the flute sound barrier was pushed back to a distance of ten feet. Finally, the red clouds gradually swallowed the figure of the scholar and wrapped it up.

At this time, the only thing that can tell the safety of the scholar was the sound of the flute coming from the gap formed by the worm, which was calm and quiet, and as usual. Although the scholar had nothing to do for the time being, when he thought about it carefully, the front, back, left and back were all ferocious and terrifying alien insects, surrounded by fishy smell, which made people vomit.

Another hour passed, the sound of the flute existed proudly under the attack of countless worms, and it was melodious and clear, without any sign of fragility and wavering. Only in this way could the scholar's profound practice be seen.

At this moment, the worms surrounding the scholar were not just three layers inside and three layers outside, but there were probably hundreds of layers. On the other hand, the dead and injured worms had already piled up into mountains. Looking closely, you can suddenly see that some smaller worms were eating similar corpses. For a moment, the dead worms were opened and their intestines were broken, and blood was flowing, and the wind blew on the face.

Another stick of incense passed, and the sound of the flute was as usual. The attack of the worms was as before. However, with a loud roar from the stone peak, the attack of the worms suddenly stopped. Even if a few worms rushed forward occasionally, their speed was slow and their power was greatly reduced. After gently colliding on the flute sound barrier, they made a slight "pa" sound, and then waved their wings and returned to the group in disappointment. After that, the flute sound gradually faded. Although it was slightly weaker than before, it still floated on the top of the mountain and stood firm.

The red clouds formed by the army of sterworms were several feet away, surrounding the scholars, as if they were reluctant to leave for a long time, but they accepted any orders and finally did not launch any further attacks.

After a while, with a whistle sounding from the stone peak, the army of worms divided into thousands of small red clouds, scrambling to suck back to the stone peak. Then, the terrifying aura in the sky gradually dissipated, and gusts of mountain wind blew, bringing a long-lost coolness.

"The wind sparse bamboos, your Taoist practice really amazes me." A word suddenly came from the stone peak, and the sound was like the cold wind passing by, gloomy and terrifying.

Feng Shuzhu knew this sound at this moment. At this moment, he heard it in his ears and was happy in his heart. He smiled slightly, shook his sleeves, put away his fairy flute, clasped his fists and arched: "The old monster of the wormhole, Feng is really helpless, so he came up with this bad strategy. He really wanted to ask for something, and he saw strange things."

After a while, a slight sound came from the stone peak, which was difficult to tell the direction, and said, "The Feng Shaoxia, who is famous in the Three Realms, runs to my remote countryside and pretends to be pitiful, which is really a joke. I might as well say, if you come for the monk Kongjue Temple, I advise you to give up your thoughts. That monk has been trapped in the Zhulong Peak for many days. I am afraid that he will starve to death if he is not eaten by the Zhuyan. Hahahaha..." After saying that, he burst into laughter, laughing proudly and arrogantly, which shocked the entire mountain.

Feng Shuzhu was slightly stunned when she heard this. After a long time, she said lightly: "Old demon from the worm, can you come out and talk? Feng has important matters to discuss in person."

As soon as he finished speaking, another burst of laughter came from the stone peak, and he said with a slight anger: "Feng Shuzhu, are you insulting my wisdom or insulting your own wisdom? If you have this worm-shaped peak, can I still come back?"

Feng Shuzhu smiled brightly and stood up with his hands behind his back, "Old demon, if you say so, you are too worried. Feng came alone to show his sincerity."

After a long time, another sentence floated out of the stone peak: "The wind sparse bamboos, since you show sincerity, come in and have an interview with me." After speaking, with a loud "rumbling" sound, a huge rock on the stone peak moved, revealing the entrance of a stone cave. It was deep and dark inside, and gusts of dark wind blew out, faintly mixed with the "rustling" sound and fishy smell of creepy skin.

Feng Shuzhu smiled slightly, spread her sleeves, fell to the open space in front of the stone cave, and said loudly: "Old Demon, we have a firm word, Feng will enter the mountain to talk to you." After saying that, his face was calm and he wanted to move forward.

However, the cave suddenly fell silent, without any sound, and the old demon of the worm hole did not respond. In the black hole, there seemed to be only a faint heartbeat. The heartbeat was filled with a hint of desire and a hint of greed. What was even more surprising was that the terrifying "rustling" sound gradually disappeared. In front of the deep cave, there seemed to be millions of hatred gazes hidden, staring at the arrival of prey, and waiting for an opportunity to move.

At the entrance of the cave, gusts of cold wind blew, wrapped with a pungent fishy smell, like the breath of a devil, blowing the wind-sparking bamboo clothes.

Just as Feng Shuzhu was about to enter the cave, a sword light came quickly. A young Taoist, wearing a green sacred robe, a Taoist scarf, and a black sword behind her back, appeared, showing a confused look on her face, and reached out to stop Feng Shuzhu and said anxiously: "Young Master Feng, how did you fall for this old monster? How could you enter this wormhole peak?"

Feng Shuzhu was stunned and smiled and said, "It turns out it is Taoist Master Jingchenzi, Feng is polite." After saying that, he bowed.

Jingchenzi frowned and said anxiously: "This Zhulongling is 800 in radius, with peaks and peaks connected, and the holes connected. You can do your best to become a saint. If you are confused in it, you will be dead in the end."

Before Feng Shuzhu could answer, a gloomy and terrifying sneer came from the cave, saying, "Feng Shuzhu, I don't think you have the courage to come in, so you might as well wait to collect the corpse of the monk from Kongjue Temple, haha." After that, the huge rock at the entrance of the cave slowly moved and made another "rumble" sound, and the entrance of the cave was about to close.

Feng Shuzhu almost wanted to move forward, but was blocked by Jingchenzi with his body. He was helpless. Finally, he sighed and shouted: "Dr. Liu, Feng knows that your long-cherished wish has not been fulfilled. Why not, Rong Feng will prepare for a few days and bring what you want. What will we talk about?"

Hearing this, the landing boulder immediately stopped, and an incredible and exciting voice came from the cave and said, "Feng Shuzhu, can you really fulfill your wish?"

Jingchenzi saw that Feng Shuzhu no longer moved forward, so he stood side by side with him. Feng Shuzhu, who was beside him, said loudly: "A gentleman Feng said something, but you have to guarantee..."

"Okay, I will give you seven days. In seven days, you can't bring what I want. Under the Zhulong Peak, let's collect the corpse for the monk Kongjue Temple!" Before Feng Shuzhu finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old demon Zhulong in the cave. Before he finished speaking, there was a loud "boom" and the cave was closed.

Feng Shuzhu and Jingchenzi, who were standing outside the cave, looked at each other. The two stood in front of the huge rock for a moment. Jingchenzi bowed and said, "Young Master Feng, the situation is urgent just now, so I have offended it."

Feng Shuzhu smiled, patted Jingchenzi on the shoulder, and said, "You and I share weal and woe, how can you and I offend you? By the way, how did the Taoist priest come so anxious?"

Jingchenzi breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the miserable clouds all over the sky, and smiled and said, "You are fighting with the old demon Zhulong, which has shaken the eight hundred miles of Zhulong Ridge. How can I come and find out this battle between immortals and demons?"

Feng Shuzhu smiled and said, "The Taoist priest is so serious. Feng is really helpless, so he came up with this bad strategy. He wanted to save people, but he returned in vain."

Jingchenzi frowned and said worriedly: "But I don't know whether the old demon Zhulong can protect the safety of Master Dark Sword within these seven days."

Feng Shuzhu pondered for a moment and said, "What he asked for is actually a lifelong wish. I think he would cherish this exchange. In addition, it would be harmful to the old demon Zhulong. He would not push Zhulongling to the forefront and attract the encirclement of the righteous sects."

When Jingchenzi heard this, he pondered for a moment, shook his head again, and said lightly: "How long has Mr. Feng been here?"

Feng Shuzhu saw Jingchenzi's strange expression and said in surprise: "Just arrived, why? Is there anything that Feng doesn't understand?"

This time, Jingchenzi nodded and said slowly: "I have been here for several days. I am afraid that Young Master Feng is not very aware of the rumors about Zhulongling."

Feng Shuzhu was shocked when he heard this and said, "Where is the Taoist priest saying this? What happened?"

When Jingchenzi heard this, he didn't say anything, but looked at the closed stone door in front of him, and turned to a wink, indicating that he left. The two of them turned into two sword lights, one in front and one behind, hovering over Zhulong Mountain for a moment before entering the clouds and leaving.
Chapter completed!