Chapter 145

The old man led the way, followed by Li Miao and three Great Witches, winding through the karst cave, and arrived at an inconspicuous cave entrance.

Several Miao people were pale.

Clearly, that Miao King was right here. And these Miao people of the Twelve Branches were truly afraid of her to the bone.

Li Miao asked casually while walking.

"Speaking of which, what do you mean by 'unsealing' the Miao King?"

The old man walked forward cautiously, looking left and right, and answered.

"We used some special insects to block the Miao King's perception."

"The Miao King's body and habits are already close to insects; without external stimulation, she will fall into hibernation. It is also because of this that we dared to secretly do some tricks and hand the clues to you, my lord."

"It's just that if she wakes up, she will immediately discover what we have done. At that time, we will definitely die."

"Before, we thought that if the imperial court didn't receive the clues, we wouldn't have another chance to send a message, so we could only wake her up. After killing us, the imperial army would sweep over, and she should still keep some people to use."

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

"But if she sees you, my lord, and knows that we brought outsiders in, I'm afraid she won't hold back."

"Oh."

Li Miao responded noncommittally, and the hearts of the several Miao people sank even further.

After walking dozens of steps, the old man stopped.

"My lord, this is it."

He squatted down, lifted a well-disguised stone slab on the ground, and revealed a jar inside.

The old man picked up the jar and turned to look at Li Miao.

"My lord, this is the insect that seals the Miao King. If one dies, the entire imprisonment system will collapse, and the Miao King will wake up."

"The terror of the Miao King is really not an exaggeration."

"My lord, think about it again, why not wait for the imperial army?"

Li Miao glanced at him and struck a Profound Heaven Finger.

"Long-winded."

Slap.

Clatter—

Squish.

With a light sound, the jar shattered, the fragments fell to the ground, revealing a jet-black cicada, which was crushed by Li Miao's finger.

In the silence, the faces of the several Great Witches became whiter and whiter.

Inside the passage, only the increasingly heavy breathing of the few people echoed.

After a while, suddenly from the depths of the cave, came the sound of "rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle." At first it was barely audible, but then it gradually became dense and harsh, making people's eardrums tremble, as if they were about to split.

"She woke up..."

The old man muttered to himself.

However, this commotion lasted for a while and then stopped on its own. The cave fell into silence again.

"Did she fall asleep again?"

Li Miao raised an eyebrow.

"No."

The old man shook his head.

"The Miao King's habits are no different from insects; if there were commotion, it would be better. Now that there is no commotion, it means she has already discovered us, hidden herself, and is preparing to take action."

"It has come to this... my lord, please follow me!"

The old man also practiced witchcraft since childhood, and his heart had a fierce spirit; now that there was no way back, he gritted his teeth and didn't hesitate anymore.

"Use the 'Transformation' formula!"

He shouted, took the lead in raising his hand, revealing sharp nails, and slashed fiercely at his wrist, blood gushing out.

The old man brought the wound to his mouth, greedily sucking his own blood until the wound turned white. Then he raised his hand into a fist and slammed it into his stomach.

"Wah—"

A mouthful of filth was vomited out, from which crawled a spider the size of a fist, which climbed up the old man's leg to his neck and bit down.

The old man's face turned red instantly, his eyes were bloodshot, and saliva flowed from his mouth. At the same time, his originally hunched figure suddenly straightened up, and his atrophied muscles expanded together, suddenly turning into a burly man.

The other three Great Witches followed suit, becoming tall and fierce.

And those few insects that were vomited out fell to the ground and lost their breath.

"Oh, so many tricks."

Li Miao sighed.

"My lord, this 'Transformation' formula can last at most half an hour, after which we will be useless people. Let's set off quickly."

The old man said.

"Good."

Li Miao nodded, using light-body skills, like a wisp of smoke, floating rapidly toward the depths of the cave.

Several Great Witches followed behind him, running with great momentum, rumbling forward together.

After a moment, they reached the cave entrance.

Li Miao raised his hand and stopped the several Great Witches.

"Stop, don't fall down."

The old man poked his head out to look outside the cave and was speechless for a moment.

Outside the cave entrance, it was empty, and there was no place to stand.

He looked around; the narrow karst cave in his memory had turned into a spherical hollow a hundred feet wide. Hundreds of cave entrances were distributed densely on the stone walls, and they were currently poking their heads out from one of them.

In the center of the bottom of this hollow, there seemed to be a large piece of black and white liquid, rolling incessantly.

The old man looked closely and was too shocked to speak.

That was no liquid... it was clearly countless snakes, like the sands of the Ganges, jet-black with white patterns.

They were intertwined, slowly wriggling, looking like rippling water from afar.

"In the wilds of Yongzhou, there are strange snakes: black bodies and white patterns, touching grass and trees all die; biting people, there is no defense..."

"My lord, be careful. You must not be bitten by these snakes, otherwise there is no cure."

The old man muttered.

He was just speaking when he heard an "Oh" from the side.

A figure walked past him and jumped down.

"My lord!?"

He exclaimed suddenly.

How could this Embroidered Uniform Guard be so reckless!?

It's over, it's over, if you want to die, don't take us with you!

Just as he didn't know what to do, he heard Li Miao's light voice say.

"Just fight from further away, isn't that it."

"Have you ever heard of a palm technique that descends from the sky?"

The old man was stunned.

"Wh, what..."

Li Miao fell halfway, suddenly paused in mid-air, his figure rose sharply by a foot, and then floated to the top of that large piece of snakes like a falling leaf.

"Tathagata Palm."

In mid-air, a True Qi handprint of a foot square faintly appeared and suddenly fell.

Boom!!!!

In an instant, the sound waves rolled, shaking all directions.

Clatter!—

Like a ripe persimmon, punched fiercely, juice splashing everywhere!

That black and white mass suddenly had a hole in it.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Countless True Qi handprints fell, dust flew, blood flew, actually crossing the space of a hundred feet, splashing on the old man's hem, instantly turning jet-black.

The cloth rotted and fell to the ground, hissing.

The old man didn't notice at all, staring blankly at Li Miao, muttering.

"Clearly it is the Ming Cult's 'Great Nine Heavens Palm'..."

"What kind of power is this..."