Chapter 659: Fusion of Undead Bugs

Thinking of this, Jiang Huai took the raging undead insect out of his wide robe.

Under the fierce suppression, the undead insect that was originally raging and arrogant was like a tiger with its claws plucked out, wilting and motionless.

Looking at this strange mass, the golden man floating on the flower bud of the first spiritual root in the lower world suddenly became excited, raised his hands above his head, wanted to take it but didn't dare to, licked the corners of his mouth from time to time, and his golden eyes were shining at this moment.

Jiang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly.

It's really this.

But what does the first spiritual root in the lower world want this thing for?

Could it be that he wants it to replace himself? !

Is it because he has not been able to attach to the shell of the old white turtle for these years that his temper has been completely worn out?

Shaking the immortal insect in his hand, Jiang Huai said casually: "I am a little curious, what do you want this thing for?"

"Sir, this thing is the immortal insect with ten thousand feet, which is a very ancient spiritual insect that can be attached to any precious medicine..." The golden little man hurriedly explained after hearing this.

"Speaking of the key point, how can I not know the characteristics of this immortal insect?!"

Jiang Huai glanced at the golden little man lightly, and then forcibly interrupted the golden little man's long speech.

If the other party continues to introduce, this immortal insect may have the effect of nourishing the kidney.

"To be honest with you, sir, I have a secret method that can merge with this insect and ensure that I take the lead and will not lose my mind." The little man hurriedly replied. He was really confused. He showed off his skills in front of the adults, and didn't think about it. It knew everything, so how could the adults not know?

"You want to move it to the old turtle's tortoise shell?" Without further explanation, Jiang Huai had guessed the plan of the first spiritual root in the lower world.

The golden man scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. It really thought so.

The old turtle's tortoise shell is considered a kind of innate spiritual treasure.

You know, innate spiritual treasures in this world are hard to come by.

Not only is there a special world on it, it also has an irresistible temptation for spiritual plants.

The most important thing is that it can accelerate the speed of one's perception of the surrounding avenues.

This is what the first spiritual root in the lower world values ​​most.

Like it, although it has long been immortal, time is not blown by the wind. It can live normally until death, which does not mean that it cannot be killed by others.

Naturally, the sooner and more improvement, the better, and the longer the time, it means that it may be easier to fall into a bottleneck and make no progress for many years.

The golden man looked at Jiang Huai with hope, secretly looking at his little thoughts. His little thoughts have been seen through by the adults, but he doesn't know if the adults will still support him.

"Since you want it, I will give it to you." Jiang Huai looked down, but he didn't care.

To him, the value of the immortal insect is not as valuable as a bowl of rice.

Since it is useless to me, there is no need to be so stingy.

After the voice fell, Jiang Huai directly handed the immortal worm in his hand to the other party.

After getting permission.

The little man on the spiritual root did not say anything politely, stretched out his little hand, grabbed it directly, and stuffed it into his mouth under Jiang Huai's eyes.

Only two gurgles were heard.

The body was tightened inch by inch, and the immortal worm, which was only the size of the little thumb, was directly swallowed into the stomach by the golden little man.

Then.

The golden little man closed his eyes at the first time.

The fist-sized body was suspended on the blooming flower bud, and the small body did not move. It seemed that he was going to refine the strange worm that had just been swallowed into his stomach directly on the spot, and he did not want to delay for a moment.

But this was also in line with the other party's character.

Jiang Huai's eyes flickered, observing the changes of the golden little man.

Although he was an emperor, to be honest, it was the first time he saw this thing, and he also wanted to see if the golden little man could succeed.

Of course, the result can be deduced.

However, he didn't like to know the results in advance when it came to matters that had nothing to do with his life and property.

Although open-book exams are straightforward, they also make them less fun.

…

After swallowing the immortal worm, the little golden man didn't move, as if he had been petrified.

After waiting for a while, he still didn't seem to wake up, his eyes were still closed, but as time passed, his chest slowly and rhythmically expanded and contracted.

"Huff, huh, huh..."

The heavy breathing sound flowed out of the little man's mouth and nose, like a bellows.

Jiang Huai was not too anxious.

For a spiritual creature of this level, the fusion process is definitely not achieved overnight, and it will definitely take some time.

Facts have proved that this is indeed the case.

As time slowly passed.

The aura of the little golden man began to change subtly.

The originally peaceful and tranquil aura became violent at this moment, raging in his body like a storm.

Jiang Huai could clearly feel that the little golden man was forcibly inducing the power of the immortal worm to speed up the fusion of the two.

This process is somewhat similar to pulling up seedlings to keep them growing, the only difference is that there are no side effects, and there is no need to worry about the seedlings dying after pulling them up.

But this process is obviously not easy.

The body of the golden man began to tremble, and a look of pain appeared on his face. His originally handsome and cute facial features were now extremely ferocious.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, as if he was in great pain.

However, from beginning to end, the golden man did not make any sound, not even a muffled groan.

Jiang Huai was not surprised.

The original body of the first spiritual root in the lower world is the one who sells fake medicine. The other party is a ruthless character who can forcibly split himself into six pieces. He can withstand the pain of soul extraction and the pain of flesh and blood separation, not to mention that it is probably just a child's play at the moment.

I don't know how long it took, even the white turtle completely recovered and crawled over with a look of surprise. The fusion of the first spiritual root in the lower world and the immortal insect still did not happen.

The old white turtle circled around the first spiritual root in the lower world. He could feel the violent and unstable breath of the golden man, and couldn't help showing a little worry on his face.

After such a long time of getting along, its friendship with the first spiritual root in the lower world is naturally incomparable. Although it can't be regarded as a life-and-death friendship, it can also be called the word inseparable.

In particular, it also hopes that the first spiritual root in the lower world can take root on its tortoise shell.

It is good for the first spiritual root in the lower world, and it is also good for it.

The more immortal plants it carries, the more blessings it can get from the Great Dao. At the same time, when the old white turtle is in danger, the immortal medicines will help.

Even if the immortal medicine leaves in the future, it will leave a remains, which has the same effect.

Just as the old white turtle was thinking, the body of the golden man suddenly trembled.

Then, a dull cracking sound sounded, as if the eggshell was broken, but at the same time it was more like the bones of the whole body were crushed and reorganized.

It was particularly clear.

Then, a more violent breath burst out from the golden man's body like a violent storm, sweeping across thousands of miles in an instant, as if covered by an invisible hurricane.

Feeling the violence of this breath, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the old white turtle, and he was shocked and retreated again and again. Every step he stepped on made the ground rumble and smashed the mountain, but the retreat momentum was still unabated. In the end, Jiang Huai took action to help him offset it.