Bug Master In Doomsday

"What is a bug master? I haven't heard of it!" The old man with a white long beard shook his head in doubt, and then opened his mouth again: "No matter what you are, you can't enter the bug valley if it's not a bug. of."

As soon as Wang Mang was about to explain, he sighed unconsciously when he heard the old man's next words. He opened his left palm, and the golden worm pattern on his palm suddenly lit up with a flash of light.

A big thumb is thin, and the whole body looks like a female worm made of gold wriggling in Wang Mang's palm.

It opened a pair of mung bean-sized eyes, suddenly half arched, the mouthparts hidden under the head opened, exposing two rows of jagged teeth, its mouthparts opened, and it was facing there in the ancient sayings unique to the Zerg. The elder one-horned fairy asked a few words.

The wrinkled old face of the one-horned fairy was stunned for a moment, and then a pair of turbid old eyes revealed a wave of longing and fiery, "Holy...worm? It really is the holy race of our insect group! Unexpectedly, the old man has lived for hundreds of years, and he can still see the saints of the past..."

The old man was a little bit incoherent with excitement, but Wang Mang smiled helplessly. It seems that in this Zerg clan, his own female worm is still worthy of face. It is estimated that they do not recognize the transformation state, and only recognize the appearance of the body.

"Noble guest! Come in! Seventy-two, you go to the clan to inform the patriarch, saying that the saint clan we have been loyal to and clan worms are still alive, let them come and meet you!"

The old man's face flushed a little with excitement, and he was busy letting the little grandson enter the valley to pass the news, while his ardent and respectful eyes never left the body of the mother worm.

"It turned out to be the host chosen by the holy race, then you can barely be regarded as half a zerg." The old man listened to the mother worm's explanation, and his energetic eyes glanced at Wang Mang's face, with a nonchalant tone of Wang Mang's identity. Agree.

"Where is the holy race!? Seventy-two, where is the holy race?" There are six pairs of thin purple wings on the back. The carapace is all red, and the size is about the size of a calf. A strange unicorn with a middle-aged face. Flew out.

His eyes were equally hot, and when the search gaze caught the figure of the female worm, he suddenly stopped in midair to the ground with excitement and respect, and the six pairs of thin wings were also retracted into the carapace.

He moved his limbs and approached Wang Mang, but simply glanced at Wang Mang, a human being, without much surprise in his eyes.

As the patriarch of the entire Unicorn Fairy Clan, his bloodline is talented and naturally contains many ancient secrets. The whole body of gold in front of him is indeed a holy race of the past, like a pouring female worm.

It is also the most bizarre of the ten saints! Their family name is ‘parasitic’! The ancient beasts that were powerful enough to destroy the sky and the earth served as hosts, co-existing with each other.

Even though the reproductive capacity is extremely low and the number is not large, the parasitic saints firmly occupy the top three positions of the top ten saints!

As the patriarch, Zi Lei glanced at the female worm in Wang Mang's palm respectfully, then lowered her body obediently, and said something in her mouth:

"Holy, I waited for the solitary worm clan to multiply in the Worm Valley for tens of thousands of years, with more than 100,000 people, and more than hundreds of worms who awakened their blood. The rest of the tribes are all loyal to you.

You come, we will listen to your orders meticulously, and your life will be guarded by us! "

"Holy! We are all loyal to you forever!"

"Holy! We..."

The group of insects that came one after another bowed to the ground, looking at the black pressure and unable to see their heads, the shouts of one after another made the voice of the valley lingering.