Chapter 28: The Purple Scorpion of Shishan

  Generally, miasma is the fermentation product of dead plants and animals in primeval forests, which poses a considerable threat to living creatures. If the miasma cannot be dissipated, it will accumulate and thicken over time, forming what is known as a death zone.

  This kind of miasma is often produced in muddy swamps.

  The purple mist Ke Zilei saw was on a mountain, which made people think more.

  It is known that, apart from the miasma of the swamp, there is another situation where a large number of toxic spirits gather together. Due to their sheer numbers, every breath they take in and out exhales poisonous air. Even the mountain winds cannot disperse it quickly enough, so after rising up, they intertwine with each other, naturally forming miasma.

  This kind of miasma is usually extremely toxic and is the most troublesome!

  It is actually so.

  The mountain Zile saw was called Purple Scorpion Mountain.

  As the name suggests, on this mountain, a large number of purple scorpions are lurking. The number of purple scorpions is countless, which is not surprising, and there are many stones in the mountains where scorpions can be found. However, over the years, some scorpions have gradually opened up their spiritual intelligence and slowly explored the method of cultivating demons.

  Of course, they are not as lucky as Zire, who awakened the bloodline inheritance. Instead, they feel the benefits of devouring flesh and blood, and wholeheartedly become "killing demons", becoming true "foodies". Not to mention ordinary tigers, leopards, and wolves, in order to improve their cultivation, they even kill each other, and the cruelty is evident.

  After a long time, the mountain became a place of evil, even ordinary birds and beasts knew that once they approached, they would not die well, so few dared to approach and land. Moreover, under the cover of purple poisonous fog, even flowers, grasses and trees gradually withered and died.

  Zixi Mountain has become a true mountain of death!

  However, for the purple scorpion, this is an unprecedented victory. The number of its population increases uncontrollably, and the entire purple scorpion clan prospers and reaches an unprecedented peak.

  Of course, as more and more purple scorpions awakened their spiritual wisdom, the struggle between them became increasingly fierce. In the end, a overlord was born, becoming the true king of the purple scorpion tribe and the leader of the clan.

  To be able to win in such a fierce battle, the King of Purple Scorpion is naturally not to be underestimated.

  Its body is as large as an adult, covered with purple scales all over its body, each of which is the size of a fist, shining with purple light; a pair of pincers, as thick as a bucket, sturdy and frightening, like a super-large pair of pliers, strong and powerful; on the tail there is a scorpion sting, as thick as a thumb, no less than the arrows used in the army, even more powerful, and with a terrifying amount of venom.

  Not to mention ordinary tigers and leopards, even some well-cultivated spirits were not his opponents. They often lost their lives and were brutally killed by him, serving as blood food swallowed into his belly.

  However, the effect of blood food is not infinite. At first, it will be effective, but as the cultivation gets higher, the effect will become worse and worse.

  However, as an absolute "foodie", the King of Purple Scorpion even felt that blood food was no longer useful for cultivation, but he couldn't control his mouth and kept thinking about eating. He constantly ordered his subordinates to hunt and kill living creatures everywhere, otherwise, he would use them to satisfy his hunger.

  Even more animals can't withstand such hunting, and there's hardly a living thing left near Purple Scorpion Mountain.

  Thus, when Zire led the four clans forward, a strange phenomenon appeared.

  The starving purple scorpions saw so much "blood food" and were excited, dancing with joy, almost rushing down recklessly.

  "A large number of animals appeared at the foot of the mountain, and finally enough blood food can be offered to the great king!"

  "Brothers, good times have come, but unfortunately my shriveled belly!"

  "Get out and eat a full meal! You must eat a full meal!"

  Fortunately, not all purple scorpions were starving to death. The few subordinates who were slightly inferior to the Purple Scorpion King felt Qi Lei's strength and, after being frightened, hastily restrained their tribe from making any rash moves, and then anxiously reported back to the Purple Scorpion King.

  In a large cave at the top of the mountain, a purple misty poisonous gas emerged from the cave, and through this poisonous gas, looking inside, one could clearly see an adult-sized purple scorpion, shaking its thick tail thorn, lying there with its eyes closed, cultivating its spirit. Although its pincer feet didn't move much, they still looked extremely ferocious, making people's hearts tremble with fear at first sight, immediately knowing that this was a peerless poisonous creature.

  "Huh? Who dares disturb this king's sleep? Are you tired of living?"

  The King of Scorpions loves to sleep, because a long time ago, he discovered that after eating something and taking a good nap, his strength would increase. Moreover, the more he eats, the stronger the target he swallows, the faster his strength increases. Although it's not as effective as before, the habit formed over a long period of time is hard to change, and when sleeping, he still hates being disturbed.

  "Oh joy! Oh rapture!"

  Back and forth, the purple scorpion, due to its low blood food intake, has a relatively low cultivation base, but its intelligence is not low. Moreover, due to the harsh living conditions, with an overlord on its head who could devour it at any moment, it learned early on how to be opportunistic, fawn and flatter.

  "Really happy? Daughter's, is there something delicious? Can't say why, today I'll use you to whet my appetite!"

  The King of Scorpions' eyes glared, and a burst of murderous aura shot out, as if thousands of vengeful spirits were unleashed, even the poisonous mist that had been entwining his body suddenly churned up, like a hurricane whipping up waves, striking the sky with an eerie howl.

  Without experiencing the tempering of blood and fire, no matter how great a thing is, it will not have this kind of momentum!

  The king of purple scorpions, killing countless lives, evil energy soaring into the sky!

  That reporter's face turned pale, and he suddenly remembered the colleagues who had been eaten away a few days ago. His heart felt a chill, but his mouth didn't dare to hesitate for a moment.

  "What a great joy, a group of animals came from outside, each one was exceptionally fat and plump. More importantly, the leaders had an extremely strong aura, especially the first eagle, which was comparable to the Great King. If the Great King were to devour them, he would definitely break through again."

  "Really? Is this for real?"

  The king of scorpions was suddenly excited, its tail thorn stood up and shook back and forth, making a hissing sound.

  He didn't understand the art of demonic cultivation, and completely relied on devouring blood food to increase his cultivation. If he hadn't continuously eaten several powerful members of his own kind, it would have been impossible for him to cross the threshold of the refined monster realm, let alone get closer to becoming a small demon. He deeply understood the importance of blood food, but transforming from a refined monster to a small demon wasn't that simple. No matter how much blood food he devoured, it was useless. His cultivation had not made progress for a long time. At this moment, when he heard about food that could help him break through his bottleneck, he was overjoyed and danced with excitement.

  "Hurry up and follow me out to take a look, I want to eat my fill this time."