Immortal Space

  Chapter 43 Green-tailed Spirit Bee

   Everyone searched for the sound, and sure enough, there was a three-foot-diameter bee hive hanging on the trunk of a kefir tree, surrounded by finger-sized spirit bees, and spirit bees came in and out from time to time.

   Several people stood under the tree, looking up with salivation. Spiritual honey is a good thing. It is rich in spiritual power, and the spiritual power is mild. It can be taken directly, easily absorbed by refining, and has no toxic side effects.

   And it is more adaptable than pills, and can be used in any realm.

  Ling bee royal jelly is the favorite of most female cultivators. It can beautify the skin and delay aging.

  Wang Hong remembers that there is a book "Hundred Ways to Pursue Female Cultivators" on Ma Gan's bookstall, in which it is said that Zhuyan Pill and Lingbee Royal Jelly are the ultimate killer for pursuing female cultivators.

  In the eyes of many alchemists, female cultivators take the Royal Jelly of Spirit Bee just for the sake of beautifying their skin, and they call it a waste of everything.

  If you can add a few drops to alchemy, it can increase the success rate of alchemy by 10%. Especially for some of the more precious pills, spirit herbs are hard to find. If the rate of pill completion is increased by 10%, it will be of great value.

   It's just that although this thing is good, it is difficult to collect. The spiritual honey that the spirit bees worked so hard to brew will not be picked by the monks.

  They don’t feel that they are good friends with human beings, and they don’t have the lofty consciousness of working hard to collect honey and making contributions to human beings.

  The point is that these spirit bees are still extremely difficult to deal with, although the strength of a single one is not as good as a monk at the first level of Qi training. But its quantity is huge, and it has a certain anti-law attribute.

  The beehive in front of me is only three feet in size, which can only be regarded as a small population among spirit bees, but it is not something they can easily deal with.

   "Why don't we wait until night, wait for it to return to its nest, and set it on fire." The monk surnamed Lei suggested.

   "No, this kind of spirit bee has a certain anti-magic attribute, and the fireball technique has little effect on it. Ordinary fire is useless, but it will stimulate the bee colony." Ge old man retorted.

   Everyone discussed for a while, but they couldn't find any good solution. In the end, the monk surnamed Ding, who usually doesn't talk much, proposed a stupid solution.

   It means that everyone leads the spirit bees to a distant place to kill them in batches, and waits for all the spirit bees to die before collecting honey.

  Everyone couldn't think of a better way for a while, so they nodded in agreement, and discussed some details and distribution plans.

   Several people retreated a hundred feet away. Old man Ge took out a pair of bows and arrows, aimed at the hive, and shot an arrow "swish". The arrow hit the hive and made a small hole in it. Then I saw the hive flying out of a black mass.

   Seeing this, the five people immediately separated and fled. Wang Hong stuck a magic amulet on his body and ran fast. Some of the bee colonies began to return not far after chasing them. In the end, only a few hundred remained after him.

  Wang Hong ran to a relatively open place and stopped, and took a piece of soil armor talisman on his body.

   Waiting until the Spirit Bee approached, he threw a Fireball Talisman at the bee swarm, and it exploded in the bee swarm with a "bang", but it was of no use. Only four or five of them had their wings burned off and fell to the ground, and a few others were slightly injured.

  Wang Hong then tried the wind blade talisman, wooden thorn talisman, ice cone talisman, water arrow talisman and other types of talismans, but the effect was not as good as the fireball talisman.

  All the spells issued by all the talismans met a layer of blue light from the body of the spirit bee, just like ice and snow met boiling water, and were quickly melted.

  Wang Hong lamented that there are such miraculous species in the world, but it's a pity that the grade is too low, and it's still not enough in the face of absolute power, otherwise there is really nothing to do with them.

   After a while, the spirit bee had already gotten a few feet closer.

  Wang Hong picked up the long spear, pulled a spear, and smashed a few spirit bees with a few snaps. Although this kind of spirit bee is resistant to magic, its body is very weak. He died when he touched Wang Hong's long spear, and was injured when he touched him.

  Spirit bees gave full play to their numerical advantages and surrounded them from all directions, and some of them had already landed on the mask formed by the soil armor talisman.

  I saw a layer of blue light emitting from the body of the spirit bee, which gradually merged with the defense mask, and then the whole spirit bee also got in through the defense mask.

  The spirit bee that got into the mask quickly burrowed into his clothes, found the exposed skin, and stabbed it fiercely with the tail needle. However, this forceful stab did not pierce the skin, leaving only a small red spot on the skin.

   Seeing that one move failed, Ling Feng changed another move and bit it directly with her teeth. The teeth scraped over the skin repeatedly, only scraping off some flakes.

  Although Wang Hong has been wielding a long spear to kill spirit bees, all this is under the close attention of his spiritual consciousness. As expected, these spirit bees really couldn't pierce his skin.

  However, although it did not puncture the skin, the venom carried by the spirit bee tail needle still made the local skin feel numb. It is extremely uncomfortable to be stabbed too much.

  Wang Hong's marksmanship changed, dancing around his body into a light and shadow, preventing the water from splashing in, and protecting himself all around. This is the defensive marksmanship he practiced when he was a mortal.

  The spirit bees rushing around hit the light curtain formed by the spear dance, and were smashed to pieces. Wang Hong brandished his spear like a pulverizer and charged towards the bee swarm.

  Spirit bee has extremely low spiritual intelligence after all, so she doesn't know how to dodge, but still bravely surrounds him.

  The sound of "pa pa pa pa" was endless, and within a stick of incense, there were only a dozen or so spirit bees left in the large group, and they flew away.

   After killing a small group of spirit bees, Wang Hongling exhausted most of his physical strength, drank a few mouthfuls of spirit wine, and walked back after recovering from meditation for a while. Continuous use of marksmanship like him is also very exhausting.

  Wang Hong returned to the hive of the spirit bee, and waited for a while before seeing the rest of them returning one after another in a bit of a panic.

  The five of them continued the previous method, luring a small number of spirit bees and killing them in batches.

   A day later, the five of them stood under the small tree again. At this time, all of them were more or less injured. The most obvious thing is that everyone's face has gained a lot of fat.

  The face of the female cultivator surnamed Shi, who was originally relatively clear, was now swollen so that one face was bigger and the other was smaller, and her mouth was crooked to one side. For the female cultivators who are born to love beauty, it is really a big blow.

   A few people did not expect that this kind of spirit bee can ignore magic defense in addition to resisting magic attacks, and all kinds of defensive spirit shields can be easily penetrated by it.

  With Wang Hong's body training skills, these spirit bees naturally have nothing to do with him. However, his face was transformed by a misty mask anyway, and he also transformed a few red and swollen bumps on his face.

  There are only a few spirit bees still flying around the hive. Old man Ge took out a flying sword and chopped down the entire beehive.

  A total of ten drops of royal jelly were harvested, exactly two drops per person.

   After a few swipes, the honeycomb was divided into five equal parts. In this operation, the five of them contributed about the same amount of effort, so they distributed them equally, and each of them took an income storage bag. Wang Hong received it in the space without any hassle.

  It was getting late at this time, and the five of them decided to spend the night in the Valley of Flowers. It was considered safe around here.

   Several people have been fighting continuously for nearly two days, and they are already very tired, and their spiritual energy has also been exhausted, and they urgently need to rest and recover for a while. They don't have Wang Hong's financial resources, and drink spirit wine like water.

  A bottle of spirit wine costs at least dozens of spirit stones, and they have prepared some, but they are reluctant to drink it unless it is absolutely necessary.

  Wang Hong sat down on a flat rock, and took out a clay pot from the storage bag. The pot in his hand was the size of a human head, and it was sealed with a kind of leaf.

   This is a kind of spiritual meal that Wang Hong has recently conceived, using three hundred catties of monster meat, removing the dross, refining its essence, and supplemented with several kinds of elixir. It ends up condensing into this little pot of broth.

  Put it in a small jar and seal it, it can be stored for a long time. Wang Hong made some and put them in a storage bag to replace Bigu Dan.

  Bigudan tastes like chewing wax, and its efficacy can only last for a few days without eating without starving to death. For practice, it is only convenient, saves trouble and time, and has no other help.

  For Wang Hong, who has been hungry and scared since he was a child, and now he has cultivated immortality, if he still doesn't even have to eat, it is unbearable for him. Isn't everything born to be eaten?

  The monk surnamed Lei sat cross-legged, took out a bigu pill, and was about to take it when he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance.

  Looking for the scent, Wang Hongzheng was holding a clay pot in his left hand, which was filled with a milky white liquid, and there were some emerald green onions floating on it, which seemed to be a kind of broth. Grabbing a large pancake with his right hand, he was biting it in his mouth, the pancake seemed to be very gluten.

  Wang Hong was also hungry. He ate two mouthfuls of pancakes and drank a big mouthful of broth, feeling comfortable all over.

   "Fellow Daoist Wang will enjoy it!" the monk surnamed Lei smiled at Wang Hong. "Seeing that you eat deliciously, you have attracted all the gluttons. I wonder if you, Daoyou Wang, can sell me a share?"

  The words of monk surnamed Lei attracted the attention of the rest of the people. I thought I would buy a copy if it was not expensive. After all, who would like to eat this kind of hard-boiled bigu pill in the current gourmet world?

  Wang Hong thought about it for a while, he just met a few people, and he had no friendship before. If the performance is too generous, it is easy to be regarded as a fat sheep. Said: "Yes, but you need a jar of 20 spirit stones. I can give you bread for free."

Several people were startled when they heard the price. Bigu Pill is only one spirit stone, and a spirit meal in Qingxu City is usually worth a few spirit stones. More than a dozen spirit stones are already the shop signs of many restaurants. dish. Several people couldn't help sighing that Wang Hong had a dark heart.

  Cultivator surnamed Lei is considered to have a small fortune among casual cultivators, plus today's harvest is not bad, and he is in a good mood, so he decides to buy a copy and see why he asks for twenty spirit stones.