The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye immediately understood that it had transferred its soul to this body.

"How are you doing?"

"It's not good, I'm very tired." Black Cat said weakly, with a pair of droopy eyes showing dissatisfaction with being disturbed.

"Oh." Pei Ye was a little apologetic, put it back and patted it gently, "Then you can continue to rest."

The black cat rolled his eyes at him sadly, buried his head in his forearms, and closed his eyes.

Ming Qitian, Xing Zhi, and Chang Zhiyuan also came over at this time and sat down around the stone table.

The black cat jumped up and sat up.

Several people glanced at it.

It looked directly at Ming Qitian, tilted its head slightly, and then walked over with elegant and quiet steps. She walked up to Ming Qitian and squatted down, her supple tail rippling gently, her blue eyes clear and beautiful.

Ming Qitian stretched out a finger and gently scratched its chin.

"Meow~~"

Pei Ye: "?"

Then it gently climbed up Ming Qitian's arm. Ming Qitian was a little surprised, looked up at Pei Ye, put it on her leg, and stroked it gently.

"Meow~~"

"..." Pei Ye was too lazy to pay attention to it and sat on the stone bench. He turned to Xing Zhi and said, "Master Xing, how are Brother Shang and the others?"

"We had already left for some distance at that time, and they were relatively less attractive... I hope we can come back smoothly."

"Um."

After being quiet for a while, Pei Ye said, "Do you think He will chase after you—Master Xing, Master Xing?"

"Huh? Well, it depends on what His purpose is." Xing Zhi retracted his dazed gaze and said, "You can spend more time with Him, what do you think?"

"……I don't know either."

"I'm trying to find out." Black Cat suddenly said.

Several people had known that it was extraordinary, but Chang Zhiyuan was completely frightened: "It...it..."

"It's okay, Master Chang. Remember what I said about the divine chi in the dream? This is it."

Chang Zhiyuan was dumbfounded. It took him a while to accept the information, and then he said awkwardly: "The food I gave it these two days... wasn't very good."

"It's okay, it doesn't eat."

Chang Zhiyuan unconsciously stroked his beard and nodded slowly: "What happened in the past few days? We received a report from the villagers of Baizhu Village, saying that the demon tiger ate Mr. Jing."

"yes."

At this time, Xing Zhi said: "Pei Shaoxia and Master Chang will talk first. Now that I have recovered a little, I will go to heal my wounds first - Sword Master Ming, please."

"Thank you."

Watching the two people leave, Pei Ye turned his head and slowly told Chang Zhiyuan the journey in the Xincang Mountains. By the time Pei Ye finished speaking, the two of them had also finished healing.

In the following time, several people took good care of themselves, especially Pei Ye and Xing Zhi. It is difficult to express how tired they were these days.

Qiongqi never came after him, but fortunately, after daylight, Shang Lang and his party came back.

But Shang Lang's face was a little worried.

"I saw a rabbit turn into blue water," he said.

…

…

Qiongqi's golden eyes watched Pei Ye and the others disappear.

At this time, Qiongqi's consciousness has been completely swallowed up - after all, it has no black chi to build protection for it.

The wings retracted and fell to the ground.

If the parasitized person is still Pei Ye, he will definitely feel that more power has been released after devouring Qiongqi and the purple-robed man.

In the mountain forest, morning birds begin to leave their nests, surrounded by the sound of insects and the hissing of snakes. When the fierce fighting stops, you will realize that this is not a scene specially designed for people to fight, but a place where all kinds of creatures live, reproduce and fight for generations.

The sound of all spirits is heard.

Starting from the claws, Qiongqi's body began to split - or "shatter" would be more appropriate - it turned into countless blue, extremely fine particles, flowing to the ground like sand.

Some are as big as knuckles, some are as small as mung beans, and the smaller ones are like grains or even hairs.

The mysterious energy turned into the wind, and these tiny tissues were lifted up into the sky, and then flew out in all directions. It was like a blue drizzle fell on the entire jungle.

…

Within the area covered by the drizzle, a worker ant was crawling towards the ant nest holding a piece of debris.

There were many ants like it in front and behind, forming a long line, each holding a piece of food.

Far ahead - having to cross dozens of grasses, go around three puddles, and finally climb over a boulder - a huge corpse was found that required hundreds of worker ants to lift.

They lifted it a little toward the ant nest, but it was too big and couldn't pass through the gap between the boulder and the puddle. After a dozen companions drifted away, they decided to dismantle it right there. Divide them and carry them back to the ant nest piece by piece.

At this time, a thin object shorter than his body floated down in front of him.

There is no color in its vision, but judging from the taste... it probably didn't like this taste before, but now it is irresistibly attracted to it.

The slender object was still shaking slightly, like a thread.

To move means to be alive, and to be alive means food.

This is the correct logic engraved in genes for thousands of years, not to mention that it rarely sees moving things smaller than itself.

The tentacles crawled over unsteadily, and as soon as it touched the object, the "thread" suddenly hugged it.

It felt that its field of vision was rising, and the piece of food it was holding suddenly became much lighter. After turning twice and unable to find the "thread", it climbed back into the queue and followed the team into the ant nest.

After crawling to the familiar storage room and putting down the residue, his companions continued to line up to carry it back, but it suddenly smelled a more "delicious" smell.

Leave the queue and crawl deeper alone, waving your tentacles in the darkness to catch the smell.

Finally they came to a cave, a place it had never been before.

After touching the antennae with the soldier ants - it found that the soldier ants seemed to have become smaller - they exchanged smells and entered them.

There was a scraping sound here, as the winged companions moved around, feeding food to the many mouths.

It was not supposed to have memories, but it seemed to remember it now - it and many of its companions seemed to have come out of here.

It crawled over, and a fat white larva opened its mouth and waited for food.

It opened a larger mouth and bit it off.

After an unknown amount of time, it came out and felt that the entrance had become narrower.

At the same time, these always heroic companions at the door seemed to taste delicious, so it ate them too and continued walking deeper.

…

A frog crouched in the grass.

It saw a huge ant "flowing" out of the ant nest. It also couldn't distinguish colors and had never seen such a thing before.

But it doesn't matter, being able to move means being alive, and being alive means food.

This is the correct logic engraved in genes for thousands of years.

It stuck out its tongue and swallowed the big ant. Then, startled, it turned around and jumped back into the pond.

Because the grass was shaking, a rather loud movement was coming quickly.

As he got closer, it turned out to be a rabbit with blue streaks growing on its skin.

Where it passes, the grass is also dyed blue.