Bug Master In Doomsday

Zang Ting was stunned. Hearing that Wang Mang was going to take her through the passage of time and space, the heart that was enclosed in the dust in her chest could not suppress a wave of excitement and excitement.

What she guessed was half right. The incomparable sage in front of her was not only going to take her away from this unicorn tribe, but even taking her away from this vast worm valley forest!

What kind of world is outside of Worm Valley? Will there be many Tibetans with the same posture as her? The curiosity of the unknown world gradually occupied Zang Ting's fear of the passage of time and space.

She stood up resolutely, her snow-white arms resembling fertile soil for spring seedlings, just a blink of an eye, the pieces resembled snake scales, but nearly half the size of the snake scales, the snow-white scales'lengthened' from the flesh. Come out, slowly covering her delicate skin.

Her torso and head gradually shrouded a piece of snow-white scales, and her beautiful and beautiful face slowly became hideous, like a snake demon escaping from a ghost, becoming no sense of beauty at all.

Looking at her change, Wang Mang suddenly understood why the unicorn tribe had hated the Tibetan Ling tribe for hundreds of years. Judging from the changed appearance of Tibetan Tingting, she did not look like a bug, on the contrary, it was like a spirit. White Scaled Snake Demon.

As the only orthodox race of insects in Worm Valley, how could the unicorns allow this heretical race of defiled insects to exist? The conflict between the two ideologies is often more terrifying and cruel than the war with the enemy!

However, there is no such kind of narrow racist Wang Mang. From the beginning, from the beginning of his identity as a bug master, he looked at the Zerg in an overhead manner. Whatever can be used for me is a good bug. ..Ha ha! !

"Surely your thin layer of scales can withstand the wind in the void?!"

Wang Mang stared at Zang Ting with some doubts. It was not that he looked down on people, but that the time and space channels he opened up by himself were extremely unstable, and the wind was full of the sky, and there were countless poison barriers and pits. It was a little careless. It's a death ending.

Wang Mang is naturally not afraid of these things by relying on this fairy body, but Zang Ting is not necessarily. Looking at her thin layer of scales, it is estimated that the half-foot-long wind hit her on the neck, which is just a body. The result of the first different place.

"Holy...sir, I...I should be able to do it!" Zang Ting replied a little cowardly, and the staunch scattered wind hit her scales with a creaking sound, five or six. There was a shallow scratch on the scales.

"Do you want to be aggressive, you are still useful to me, I don't want you to be so unlucky to die in the passage of time and space!"

Wang Mang patted her shoulder with relief, the insect pattern on the palm of his left hand suddenly shined, and the pale golden light seemed to be alive, soft like the clear spring water in a mountain stream, gently brushing across the scales of Zang Ting's body. A.

The soft golden light swept across the scales, and every white scale that touched the golden light turned from white to black in an instant. It was the kind of black with a faint blue glow, and the black was deep and charming.

Zang Ting was pleasantly surprised to feel the changes in her body, watching the white and flawless scales of her body turn into the other extreme black. For the first time, she felt the feeling of being hit by a pie!

My body is not just the change of scales now~! It is a perfect finalization from form to structure. The scaled body of her original battle will appear in a more powerful and combative form!