Parasitic Cultivator, I Know Everything

Fang Xian's skin was drying and falling off. There was a crackling sound from his bones, and the sound of firecrackers exploded at this moment.

Like a compressed bag.

Fang Xian's head collapsed and shrank rapidly at this moment, until it became the size of a fist.

At the same time, his shape has undergone earth-shaking changes—

The crushed and cracked skull was exposed through the skin, and softened in the next instant, like plasticine, into a strange shape.

Several slender and slender curved legs, two thin feather wings on the back, and two compound eyes swollen like spherical balls.

Such distinctive features allow Wang Hao to identify the true body of this thing before it takes shape.

"You're going to become a big fly?!"

Almost at the same time as the thoughts emerged, an indescribable sense of crisis came like a tide. Wang Hao's heart is full of alarm!

The almost intuitive instinct told him that when this thing was completely formed...

Very troublesome things will happen!

Even the red moth larva that fell on the table began to roll violently at this time, and the extremely strong will to survive was conveyed just by seeing this appearance.

All the signs revealed a dangerous smell, and Wang Hao immediately no longer hesitated.

He directly put the copy painting aside, and lifted up a wooden stool. He stepped forward quickly, and with all his strength, he was a blow to the big fly that had not yet formed!

The strength of qi-refining surged out in an instant, gushing out in an instant. The solid wood products intersected two by two, making a loud crunch.

The stool was smashed, the wooden table was smashed into two halves, and the strange thing sandwiched in the middle was instantly crushed into an indescribable mass of meat.

With a puff.

It fell to the ground, and there was no other movement.

"Huh, huh..."

Wang Hao didn't dare to hold back his hand just now, but now he only felt that his blood was on the rise, and his whole body was a little warmer.

After resting for a while, Wang Hao turned his gaze after he had recovered from his composure, and focused his gaze on the blurred mass of flesh and blood.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

For forbidden things, Wang Hao is already a little mentally prepared. But it wasn't until he tried it for himself just now that he realized how naive he could be.

"This thing can actually turn a living person into a big fly?"

Just realizing this, Wang Hao felt a chill in his heart.

What kind of terrifying practice is this?

You must know that humans and flies are two completely different species, and now, just looking at this copy painting can actually make people's form completely collapse!

Genes, history, common sense, physics, and even the logic that makes up the cornerstones of this world.

At this moment, he was completely subverted by this copy painting.

"This kind of behavior...is it the so-called immortal method?"

Wang Hao swallowed unconsciously. He recalled the information about the copy paintings he had found. It was only now that he had a little understanding of the last sentence.

——Long time observation and staring will inevitably produce a tendency to assimilate with the mother nest.

Assimilate, assimilate...

It's as straightforward as the name suggests.

Originally, I just wanted to try it out, but the change that didn't happen was so drastic! It was also at this time that Wang Hao realized.

It took him a long time to get dizzy and headache, but Fang Xian was instantly influenced by the copy painting, and quickly assimilated...

Could it be because of his status as a worm?

I thought about it for a while, but because there was too little information, I couldn't come to a reasonable conclusion at all.

Wang Hao had to laugh bitterly as if mocking himself, and shook his head slightly.

He only felt that the information tonight was too shocking, and it still took time to digest it.

Approaching the position by the window, Wang Hao slightly opened a gap and looked outside for a while, wanting to see if anyone was attracted by the movement.

Fortunately, the place where he was located was originally remote, and at most the warehouse keeper of the night watch was disturbed.

After making sure that he did not attract unnecessary attention, Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

He went back to the room, looked around twice, and saw the red moth larvae that was writhing wildly on the ground, as if trying to burrow into the cracks of the floor tiles.

Wang Hao directly leaned over and picked it up in his hand.

This thing is obviously much more active than the one in Zhang Lian's mind.

Wang Hao speculates that this is probably because... the larva was squeezed out by the mysterious power of the copy painting, not because the host died.

Without any hesitation, Wang Hao opened his mouth and immediately swallowed the red moth larva.

As a surge of warmth flowed into the abdomen, a series of subtitles appeared at the right time, and at this moment, that interesting number became [2/20]

After briefly getting acquainted with the changes in his body, Wang Hao quickly cleaned up the debris scattered on the ground.

Now that the time has come to the middle of the night, in this age without electrical appliances, it is the time when ordinary people fall asleep. However, Wang Hao pondered for a while, but did not turn off the lights to fall asleep.

You can go to bed anytime, just don't rush it now.

He first took out the six methods of Floating Life that Fang Xian had touched and read it over, and determined that this collection of books was a cultivation method corresponding to the disciples of Fushengling Sect.

"Fushengling is practicing the sea of ​​​​knowledge between the eyebrows, and it is the consciousness that is polished. After the elixir stage, the ability to 'bright eyes' can be enlightened. At that time, you can see golden light and kill people thousands of miles away."

The content of this exercise is completely different from that of the Huanyang Sect, which just shows that the two are not from the same identity.

It's a pity that this book is not as rich as the method of returning the yang heart, and the content only stops at the level before qi refining and breaking the realm. UU reading www. uukanshu. com also does not have any taboos similar to 'copy paintings' left at the end of the page.

It should be because Fang Xian's identity is not enough and he is not as rich in resources as a foundation-building disciple.

After all, the one who died in the mountain gate was the peak of the foundation establishment, a character who was about to break through to the stage of forming an elixir!

Naturally, this can't be compared with ordinary practitioners of qi refining.

And Wang Hao originally thought it was just to gain knowledge. He saw the luck method above and tried it subconsciously, but suddenly he saw a series of subtitles emerge.

[The switch of the exercise route is in progress...]

[The switch is successful, you have moved the Qi refining source from 'Dantian' to 'Consciousness Sea']

[Hint: After breaking through to Foundation Establishment, you will open three permanent sources, please pay attention to the collection of exercises, so as to achieve reasonable matching]

This sudden subtitle made Wang Hao stunned for a while.

I can actually switch my Qi-refining source by changing my luck? !

Such good news made Wang Hao overjoyed, so much so that the fear that he had just witnessed the forbidden thing was instantly diluted.

You must know that he is not someone who doesn't understand anything now. Even without Gu Qingqing's suggestion, he knows that a monk can only practice one technique.

You can only fix one Qi source. If you want to practice other methods, you can only dissipate all of your skills first.

Otherwise, it will only end in the end of an explosion!

But now Wang Hao can bypass this common sense and realize the miracle of three permanent sources!

All of a sudden, his anger skyrocketed, and his complexion became much better-looking.

"Forbidden things are really powerful, but fortunately, my skills are not bad!"