Chapter 25 Changes!

Everything has spirits. Although the white tiger has not really given birth to intelligence, the sense of life and death is more ** than that of human beings. Demon cultivation is an extremely difficult road of practice. Stepping into the road of practice is not a simple road. The white tiger has stepped into the scholar's level for 150 years! 150 years of talent rank is unacceptable for human practitioners. Even human practitioners with mediocre qualifications can step into the rank of scholars, 150 years! Even if you practice at the age of 50, you have practiced for 100 years, and there are no years of cultivation. This is just relative. It takes countless time to lay the foundation. Then what else do you practice? You should know that it is not easy to practice all the way. It is not great perseverance. It is difficult for those with good qualifications to achieve!

Therefore, in the Chen Tomb Continent, there are a lot of low-level practitioners, but there are few truly capable people! This also causes the whole continent to speak by strength. Whoever has a hard fist has the right to speak!

In a short moment, the shadow broke through the demonic power of the white tiger and rushed to the sea of consciousness in his head, and then something happened that made the white tiger burst!

After the shadow rushed in, a white tiger felt an uncontrollable suction pulling his soul domineeringly. Soul! This is the minimum and most important certificate of survival for a creature! Is the body that has lost its soul still a creature?! The white tiger is really scared! The crisis of death made the white tiger extremely irritable. The white tiger could not stop the suction of the shadow by all means. When the white tiger knew that he could not stop everything in his body, under the death crisis, its blood-filled eyes suddenly stared at the little shadows a few steps away. The strange thing was made by this little human and wanted to avoid it. To avoid death, you can only kill him!

Thinking of this, the white tiger no longer hesitated, turned his footsteps and shot at the ghost. Although the white tiger's method is good, it underestimates the fierceness of the guy in his body. Just as the white tiger was about to jump on the ghost, his mind suddenly hurt! Then, he reluctantly closed his eyes full of unwillingness. He had just broken through and had not felt the pleasure brought by the power! Just die like this! The picture in the white tiger's eyes is black, and so far, the vitality of the white tiger is completely exhausted.

The big wolf's pupils hidden in the distance shrank slightly, looked deeply at the little human full of black gas, and then looked at the corpse of the white tiger. After meditating for a while, the big wolf stopped the greed in his heart, glanced at the end of the war again, stayed on the ghost for a little time, and no longer missed it. He turned the wolf's head and disappeared into the dense forest.

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At the moment when the white tiger fell, the shadow that had previously penetrated into the body of the white tiger turned into a streamer along the ground into the word "ghost" on the head of the little shadow. When it completely disappeared, in the sun, a normal shadow appeared under the ghost without a shadow. With the shadow shaking of the little shadow, the shadow also It's moving left and right, and there is no difference!

Zimo looked at the faint little shadow strangely. The ghost in his eyes that lost his former vitality was unstable at this time, as if he would fall down at any time. There were four or five blood marks on Qi Mo's seriously injured body. With his hands on the ground, he gritted his teeth and stood up and walked to the crumbling shadow. At this time, the black color on the little shadow's face had gradually dissipated, and the ghostly word "ghost" on his forehead was also slowly fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the coldness around his body was no longer.

"Brother, Xiaoying is so cold..."

When Zimo struggled to walk to the weak shadow, the shadow's childish voice was full of fatigue and fatigue.

Qimo looked at Xiaoying with reproach, and his eyes were full of heartache. He actually let Xiaoying, who was only seven years old, come to save himself like this! Although I don't know if Xiaoying's state will hurt him, with the current appearance of Xiaoying, Qi Mo can't stop himself

Self-blame!

"Xiaoying, it's all my brother's fault!"

After saying that, Xiaoying's legs softened, and his whole body fell down. Qi Mo carried out a little spiritual power that had just recovered in his body. He rushed, gritted his teeth, and the ninja was in pain and held it in his arms when the ghost fell down. The cold feeling of Xiaoying's body in his arms made Qi Mo, who was holding Xiaoying, suddenly shiver. Thinking of letting such a small child suffer such torture, Zimo's heart was blocked and he gently calmed down. He knew that now was not the time to think about this.

"Brother, give that little fruit to Xiaoying. Xiaoying can feel that he has eaten it, which can make Xiaoying less uncomfortable." Zimo muttered in a low voice.

"Good! Brother, I'm going to pick it and give it to you!"

Zimo answered, gently put the little shadow on a flat stone, took out the dagger, and staggered to the crooked tree with red fruit born on the edge of the cliff. The faint red light of the red fruit made Qi Mo's serious injury at this time even worse. The latest reason is that it can make people fall into endless desires. Among them, it contains a trace of soul power in it. Of course, now Qi Mo does not know this greatest effect.

In fact, the biggest function of the intoxicated fruit is not to make some ammunition, but to swallow it directly. After maturity, the intoxicated fruit will constantly absorb the residual soul power of dead creatures. Therefore, in the mature intoxicated fruit, more or less will be contained

There is a trace of soul power. This intoxicated fruit, born outside the cave of the white tiger, has been mature for 20 years. In these 20 years, the white tiger has swallowed countless creatures for its own cultivation. Therefore, the power of the soul in it is extremely abundant. However, the power of the soul of the intoxicated fruit cannot make the soul of the swallower. The power has increased, and it can only supplement its consumption. But this has also been sought after by countless people, because there is a special profession in the continent of Chen Tomb. They are refiners and alchemists, which consumes extremely hugely! And this group of people are usually very rich practitioners. Generally, selling things to them can get a very rich reward. Therefore, in the continent of Chen Tomb, there is a kind of practitioners who specialize in serving refiners and alchemists. In this way, you can get the cultivation resources you need!

Qimo walked to the intoxicated fruit step by step and looked cautious. Although the white tiger was dead, in case of accidents, this was also Chen Lin's experience of working hard for several years in his previous life.

With the approach of Qimo, the trace of red light of Zuixinguo became stronger and stronger in Qimo's eyes. Qimo bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain stimulated Qimo's nerves, which shocked his expression and stretched out his hand to grasp Zuixinguo quickly.

Just as Zimo was about to catch the drunken heart fruit, a black light on top of the drunken heart fruit suddenly shot at Zimo. Zimo was terrified. What was he really afraid of? The black light penetrated into Qimo's body in an instant and went crazily to Qimo's mud pill palace!