"Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi..." At this moment, a strange sound began to be made in the dark shadow outside the window.

It sounded very much like the sound of insects clashing, but when Mo Li listened, the most ordinary sound made his face pale.

The spell, this is actually the mantra of the barbarian witch to refining insects.

"Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi..."

As a sound of long and low changes constantly, the source of the sound suddenly sparked a chill of caution. It would be nothing without cultivation, but once you have the cultivation of the soul, this feeling will change. This is a creepy sense of rhythm.

"Squeak squeak squeak..."

Suddenly, the sound became rapid. With a low click, Mo Li felt a bloodthirsty coldness approaching under his bed.

With the cultivation of the soul, this feeling is so realistic and clear. He has not yet truly stabilized the realm of Yin God, otherwise he can produce spiritual consciousness and see what is close to him.

"Silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly silly sil

Without thinking, a rapid sound approached quickly. Within a few breaths, Mo Li saw a black and red centipede more than half a meter long shaking her head and climbing up her arm.

The centipede kept twisting its flat head, and its black bean-like eyes were shiny and shiny. The two tentacles were constantly shaking, and it looked very human.

"Soon--"

Climbing onto the head of the bed, the centipede did not move any other things, and directly grind the serrated fangs at the corner of her mouth and crawled towards Mo Li's wrist.

"Sher—"

There was no pain as I imagined, but a numb and comfortable feeling came, which made his originally excited spirit feel a little tired!

Feeling this vision, Mo Li did not dare to speak out or waver, and reminded himself to stay awake and look carefully.

"Sizizi-"

The centipede began to suck Mo Li's blood unscrupulously, but at the same time it also spitted a stream of blue venom into its body. Immediately afterwards, Mo Li clearly felt that the meridians of his body were coming from the heat. Although it was not very painful, the strands of blue venom were instantly absorbed by his veins.

"Feed Gu?" Mo Li quickly flashed through his heart, but he immediately rejected it. This was not a Gu worm, but just an ordinary deworming technique. If it were a Gu worm, blood sucking is necessary, but it is impossible to spit out the venom.

The essence of the Gu insect is this venom. There is no possibility of vomiting poison after sucking blood.

"No wonder I can't practice. It turns out that over the years, there is such a centipede behind me that is constantly devouring my essence and blood, and then injecting venom into my body, slowly poisoning my meridians. Before I completely necrosis, this venom can temporarily paralyze my meridians. As long as I inject venom into my body regularly, am I a waste?"

The more I thought about it, the more angry Mo Li's eyes became. He had never thought about practicing, nor had he ever thought about harming people.

But he was ambushed and poisoned continuously. Thinking of his father's sudden death, Mo Li suddenly felt cold in his heart. Could it be...

He dared not think about it!

"not good--"

At this moment, a low voice came into his ears, and the black shadow outside the window disappeared instantly, and even the centipede didn't have time to take it back.

"Bang--"

Almost at the same time, the panting Biyao had already crashed into the room. The girl kept twitching her nose and looking around in confusion.

"Young Master, I'm back, I'm back, I've brought the silver needle you want!"

Immediately afterwards, the girl approached Mo Li's big bed in three or two steps and hurriedly handed over a snow-white sheepskin tube.

"Well, after being injured, I feel in a bad mood and fall asleep in a while... Well, you go down and rest, uh, just live next door. Today I always feel uneasy. Send more guards to watch over me. When my injury heals, I will go to the ancestral home to worship the master and ancestors, and bless me to survive the disaster!"

After scanning the entire set of silver needles, Mo Li's eyes lit up. This set of silver needles was very exquisitely made, and it seemed that they were really professionals.

It’s a little cool to buy. Each needle is inlaid with a little emerald. The needle body is round and straight, and it’s a good thing at first glance.

"Oh!" After a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, Bi Yao stepped back obediently.

"Swoosh--"

However, the moment the door closed, the lazy Mo Li suddenly shook his wrist, and three silver lights flashed, and they were nailed to the flower pot not far from the wooden bed. Then, a small shriveled flower leaves fell from the pot, but began to grow up in a thunderous manner. In the blink of an eye, it actually became the previous big centipede.

The three silver needles are fixed in the head, chest and abdomen respectively, and the centipede is fixed to the ground so that it cannot move any more.

"Hehehehe!" With a gloomy smile, Mo Li's mouth widened and his eyes were staring at the big centipede in front of him.

After carefully checking the big centipede, Mo Li suddenly pierced one of his fingers on the centipede's flat head, with his forehead in the center.

"Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi..." The mouth flipped quickly, and a spell similar to that shadow was recited, and the centipede's head suddenly stopped twisting.

"Sher—"

At this moment, Mo Li inserted two silver needles into the centipede's spiritual eyes. Black blood gushed out, but they all flowed around Mo Li's fingers between his eyes, without a trace of rolling down.

"upbraid!"

Suddenly, Mo Li opened his mouth wide and let out a silent shout. Then, a black mist appeared on his fingertips. The fingertips moved, and the small black mist ball also left the centipede and wrapped around his fingertips. At the same time, the black mist had already wrapped around the black blood and absorbed it squeakedly.

"Gugugugugugugu--"

The black fog trembled wildly, but began to suck Mo Li's blood continuously. He stared at the small black ones on his fingertips.

Mo Li didn't dare to blink his eyes. As the light blue venom and black and red blood were constantly pouring out of his fingertips, his face finally turned pale.

The soul-catching and refining the corpse and voodoo insects are the techniques Peng Zu remembers. Only with the spiritual soul cultivation of the Yin God, he dared to practice hard.

"puff--"

Finally, the black fog suddenly trembled and exploded, but turned into a rolling black smoke and penetrated into the body of the centipede nailed to the ground by the silver needle.

As the black fog passed, the centipede, which had been dead, trembled suddenly, and cracked the three silver needles from the ground, twisted in pain, and stopped for a long time.

At this time, the black mist emerged from the centipede's body again, shot into Mo Li's left arm, and turned into a small centipede pattern, which was exactly the same as the centipede on the ground.

Refining Gu!

With a thought, the centipede on the ground buzzed and started to wander on the ground...

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