1951: C1951 A New Way of Playing the Demonic Insects

C1951 A New Way of Playing the Demonic Insects

"Bam!"1

Somewhere in the Tianluo Forest, there was a sudden sound of something exploding, and a young man broke out from the ground.

"Phew – my injuries have finally completely healed." Wendu let out a long breath.

During these ten days of seclusion, he would wake up every day. However, every time he woke up, he discovered that his injuries had yet to heal. Thus, he could only close his eyes and continue to heal his injuries.

It wasn't until the moment they broke out from the ground that their injuries completely recovered. Not only that, even the Middle Period of Golden Core Stage's Cultivation Level had improved a little.

Wendu checked his Cultivation Level and nodded in satisfaction: "If I cultivate at this speed, I'll probably be able to reach the Late Period of Golden Core Stage in a year."

"Puff …" After saying that, Wendu couldn't help but laugh, "If we really follow this speed, I don't know when I'll be able to stand at the top of this continent."

Actually, what he did not know was that it would take at least two years for an ordinary person to go from Middle Period of Golden Core Stage to Late Period of Golden Core Stage, unless they were those people with extraordinary talent and those Clan Practitioners who consumed heaven and earth treasures everyday.

"Oh yeah, those Heavenly Demon Worm s that I left behind when I went into closed door cultivation." When he looked at the thousand Heavenly Demon Worm, he was shocked that there were only five hundred left. But what surprised Wendu was that all five hundred of the Heavenly Demon Worm had reached the Early Period of the Golden Core Stage, and even more had reached the Middle Period of Golden Core Stage of ten!

"This... Haha … I seem to have developed a new way of playing, haha … "

"Ding — — Congratulations to host five hundred Heavenly Demon Worm s for reaching Golden Core Stage. Please do your best."

"Ding — lost 500 Heavenly Demon Worm, the system automatically replenished it, currently there are 10 thousand remaining."

Listening to the system's notification, Wendu grinned. With a wave of his hand, groups of Heavenly Demon Worm flew out like dark clouds and disappeared from his line of sight in the blink of an eye.

"Little ones, through this kind of nurturing, I hope that you can grow quickly." Wendu sighed in his heart: "But how much of these 6500 will remain?"

After observing Wendu through the Spiritual Sense, he confirmed his location. He had chased with Liang Chuan for such a long time and had already traveled more than 200 kilometers.

Sighing at the strength of his nascent soul and Golden Core Stage, Wendu adjusted his direction and quickly rushed over.

After encountering the pursuit this time, coupled with the amount of time he had spent recuperating, it had at least been half a month and walking out of his current position, it would still take a full day. He didn't know how much time he would have to waste on the Puppet Sect, so he only had around forty days or so left.

"Forty days." Wendu, who was sitting on the flying boat, sighed, "Going back to the Wu Ling Town in forty days shouldn't be too hard. Of course, nothing unexpected happens."

"..."

A middle-aged man with long hair stood in the middle of the Puppet Sect. He exuded an imposing aura, even though he was not angry, his brows were tightly knitted together.

"Who are you? This is my Puppet Sect's territory, if there is nothing else, please leave. "

Perhaps they felt that the man in the air had Cultivation Level s that were too powerful, and thus, the disciples that came out of Puppet Sect were also very courteous.

Seeing the appearance of the Puppet Sect below, the middle-aged man sighed in his heart and said: "I am Falling Moon Sect Luo Loonghee, and I have come to your esteemed sect today to see your Sect Master."

As he said that, Luo Loonghee waved his hand and a silver command medallion flew toward the disciple with Puppet Sect standing on the ground, instantly landing in his hands.

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