Seeing the worm-sized spiritual power source flickering toward him, the little white pig's face turned crimson.
"Ah woo~" the little white pig groaned. He really couldn't stand such an insult. He was originally full of expectations, but in the end it felt like he was struck by lightning. The little white pig shook its two little pig feet, straightened its muzzle, and rushed towards the spiritual worm swarming around its body, vowing to attack it with one blow to relieve the hatred in its heart.
The little white pig rushed towards the spiritual worm with hatred. The moment it touched the spiritual worm, the little white pig felt a coolness on its nose, and a soft coolness spread from the nose to the pig's tail. The sudden coolness made the little white pig stunned. He shook his head and turned around a few times, but he never found the spiritual worm. The little white pig couldn't help but ask, "Huh? Where did the dead worm go?"
"Xiao Bai, what's wrong with your ears?" A Lang couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the two ears of the little white pig shining green, and then pointed at the head of the little white pig.
The little white pig was stunned when he heard A Langluo's words, and an ominous feeling came over him.
With a stinging sound, the little white pig ran to the stream and took a look at the water, then let out a fierce pig cry, "Old bastard, old pig and you are at odds with each other!!!"
"Alas... the old bastard is really useless!" A Lang shook his head gently, then hooked his index finger towards the dragon-headed centipede, signaling the dragon-headed centipede to recite the movement and spiritual skills formula.
"Hmph! I still don't believe it. The heavens and the earth are spirited, and everything in the world has transformed into my spirit. My ancestors ordered me to hide my shadow!" The dragon-headed little centipede sat on the ground, waving its toes and scolding him.
As the dragon-headed centipede recited the incantation, the familiar strong wind blew again, and the surrounding trees and grass also once again experienced fluctuations in liquid spiritual power.
There was a rumble, and just as A Lang was staring at the little centipede without moving, a sound of thunder came, and then three bolts of daylight lightning fell next to the little centipede with the head. The dragon-headed centipede tensed up and did not dare to move at all, for fear that the slightest movement would cause a lightning strike. In the dragon-headed centipede's understanding, demon monks must not provoke lightning strikes. Unless they step onto the divine level, they will be wiped out in ashes if they are not careful.
With a bang, the liquid spiritual power fluctuations crashed to the ground after the three lightning bolts disappeared. Then a fist-sized liquid green spiritual power ball floated up from the grass and slowly floated in front of the dragon-headed centipede.
"Pfft~" The dragon-headed centipede exhaled gently, trying to blow away the bright green spiritual ball in front of him in a gentle way.
There was a soft "pop" sound, and the green spiritual power ball suddenly cracked, and then scattered on the head of the confused dragon-headed centipede with a crash.
"Ah!!!" The dragon-headed centipede screamed, then waving its toes and crawling toward the creek.
"No, no, no!" The dragon-headed little centipede trembled and prayed silently in its heart.
Under the gazes of Alang and the monkey demon, the dragon-headed centipede stretched its head above the stream.
"Ahhhh!!!" The little dragon-headed centipede looked at his face in the water and screamed, then fell unconscious in the stream with a crash.
Without waiting for Ah Lang to say hello, the monkey demon quickly rushed to the side of the dragon-headed centipede with a hiss, fished the dragon-headed centipede out of the water, then put it on his right shoulder, suddenly gritted his teeth and roared: " "Ghost Shadow" mantra: "The spirit of heaven and earth is spirit, all things in heaven and earth are transformed into my spirit, my ancestors have ordered me to hide my shadow!!!"
There was no strong wind, no thunder, no lightning, and there was nothing unusual about the surrounding trees and grass.
A Lang's brows were furrowed, and the extremely strange silence gave A Lang inexplicable palpitations.
