The celebration on the beach had turned into a bloody killing field.
The two groups of mutants, the mothmen and the mermen, were fighting fiercely. Du Qiankun was ignored.
He looked at the scene and suddenly felt like laughing, but at the same time, he doubted himself.
Was this world still ruled by the Human Race?
Du Qiankun avoided the main battlefield and looked at the beach.
There, the mermen and fishermen were stabbed to death by long swords. They fell to the ground, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.
The long swords in the mothmen's hands seemed to be their mouthparts, sucking away all the blood in the bodies of the victims.
"What an exquisite sword technique … The freaks also know martial arts?"
Du Qiankun's mouth opened wide. Under the light of the fire, he saw the true appearance of the mothmen.
Most of them were dressed luxuriously. There were men and women, and there seemed to be eunuchs … The slightest mutation was that a pair of huge moth wings with eye patterns grew on their backs. The more serious ones had fur on their faces, and even their eyes had become compound eyes like insects.
For some reason, Du Qiankun thought of the demon case in the palace that he had heard about before, and the scene of a group of mothmen flying out of the palace appeared in his mind.
The majestic palace seemed to have become a mother bed that nurtured mutants.
Du Qiankun hugged his head, and countless blood vessels appeared around his eyes. He seemed to hear an ethereal voice in his ears, "Once a chrysalis breaks out of the cocoon and becomes a moth … Moth changes sword technique …"
"Oh no, I can't look at those sword techniques, let alone memorize them. Otherwise, I'll become a mothman?"
After all, he was experienced. He quickly bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain to escape from the strange feeling. He didn't dare to look at the mothmen's sword techniques carefully anymore.
Although the mothmen were sharp, the mermen were also not afraid of death. More importantly, their defense was very strong. Even if they were stabbed, they could open their mouths and bite a piece of meat from the mothmen.
Most importantly, as the tide rose and fell, a continuous stream of mermen walked out from the sea, like mothmen in the sky. There seemed to be an endless number of them.
"Hey! Isn't this Xiao Du? "
Du Qiankun was just about to leave when he saw a young man standing next to him with a smile. He didn't know how long he had been there.
"Are you … Senior?"
Du Qiankun hesitated and called out.
Fang Xian's current appearance was him after he shaved his beard.
"That's me."
Fang Xian waved his hand. "This place is dangerous. If you want to live, you can leave."
Du Qiankun had just lifted his foot when he suddenly gritted his teeth and stopped. "Senior, are you here to deal with these freaks? This junior is willing to be of service! "
"These freaks are nothing. The real big guy hasn't come out yet … "
Fang Xian's lips curled up into a maniacal smile.
It was already on account of their previous relationship that he reminded her.
Since the other party wasn't willing to leave, he would just have to stay here and let fate decide his fate.
He spread out his arms and chanted, "Lowly insects, suffering thousands of torments, once they become pupae, break out of the cocoon and become moths, fly into the fire and perish …"
The original Moth Change Heart Sutra was crazy and wrong to begin with.
Even if it broke out of its cocoon and became a moth, how could it soar to the Nine Heavens? At most, it would flop a few times under the eaves!
The true moths would still be attracted by the fire source and become cannon fodder!
The so-called Moth Transformation and Moth Transformation Sword were the secret techniques of cannon fodder!
At this moment, as Fang Xian chanted, the mothmen in the sky suddenly changed again.
Traces of flames began to burn on their bodies.
The burning mothmen became even crazier. The power of the Moth Transformation Sword Technique instantly increased. They cut through the scales of the mermen like cutting melons and vegetables.
In the end, the mothmen were like torches. The flames on their bodies flew everywhere and burned everything.
"... once they become pupae, break out of the cocoon and become moths, fly into the fire and perish …"
Their expressions were sluggish as they muttered this sentence, as if they were chanting some incantation.
Du Qiankun looked at this scene and then looked at the 'righteous old senior' beside him. He suddenly felt a chill rise from his spine. "These … these mothmen were summoned by you, Senior?"
"That's right."
Fang Xian ignored him and stared at the deep sea.
If that part of the craziness still had rationality, it would probably escape at this moment.
However, the other party was already completely crazy and wouldn't care at all.
At this moment, a whirlpool rose in the sea. From the whirlpool, eight huge snake heads popped out.
Their tails were twisted together, forming a strange body with a disgusting and slippery surface with scales and sarcomas. It was filled with pollution and chaos. It emitted a creepy aura.
Those 16 eyes were like searchlights, staring straight at Fang Xian.
Du Qiankun let out a strange cry. He subconsciously raised his hands, wanting to dig out his eyes and scratch his face …
He looked straight at the indescribable horror that he couldn't bear.
Fortunately, this was only a part of Fang Xian's avatar. If his main body was here, this person would probably have gone crazy and died.
Pa!
At the critical moment, Fang Xian kicked him down the hill and then looked at the huge monster.
Staring at the huge monster, Fang Xian had a strange feeling.
He seemed to be observing his humanoid 'self' from a different angle.
"That's right … We were originally one. We are both a part of the main body. However, you represent madness, and I represent rationality …"
The huge eight-headed snake roared, and the merpeople around it exploded into a puddle of blood.
It wriggled and crawled onto the beach.
"Like a moth flying into a flame …"
Fang Xian pressed his glabella and spoke in a high-pitched voice.
In the sky, mothmen turned into torches and crashed toward the eight-headed snake like meteors.
Boom!
Flames continued to explode, but the damage they dealt to the snake was negligible.
In the end, the eight-headed snake arrived on the beach.
All of the mothmen had been killed. Even the merpeople had fallen into a frenzied state. They knelt on the ground and roared in a chaotic language that even they couldn't understand. Most of them had already gone crazy.
"Like a moth flying into a flame!"
Fang Xian tapped his foot lightly and stabbed forward with his sword.
Behind him, a multicolored shadow of a moth appeared.
This moth flew through the air and spread its wings, revealing a terrifying image of an eye. It slashed through one of the eight-headed snake's heads.
Bam!
The huge snake's head fell to the ground, and a black, petroleum-like liquid gushed out.
This liquid seemed to have a life of its own as it enveloped the merpeople.
The merpeople let out bloodcurdling cries. Some of them were directly corroded, while others became stronger.
At the location of the eight-headed snake's wound, two smaller snake heads suddenly appeared.
At this moment, three sword projections suddenly appeared in the sky.
Zhuge Wen Xian flew on his sword and saw the eight-headed monster, as well as Fang Xian!
Zhu Yingzi and Han Young-ju also had complex expressions on their faces.
Fang Xian raised his head and smiled. "Everyone … it's been many years. How have you been?"
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