Chapter 605 fangs

In a flash, Su Ming has been here for eight months since he came to this evil spirit sect. With this large number of elixirs and the power of heaven and earth here, his cultivation has finally recovered to 50%!

However, the more later, the speed of recovery will be slower. The elixirs from Zhao Chong have been changed into three kinds, and each of Su Ming has devoured a lot. Until three days ago, when he went to pick up the medicine again, Zhao Chong's tone was helpless and told him that there was no elixir for the time

He still looks twelve or thirteen years old. Although he has grown slightly, he has not changed much. Even Su Ming has a feeling that he has returned to the past and can no longer be what he used to be. Only in this fate can he grow up slowly.

In the eyes of outsiders, there is still no fluctuation in his cultivation. Unless he observes that his cultivation has reached the perfection of the barbarian soul, some clues can be seen.

However, in this evil spirit sect, there is only one person with a great perfection of barbarian soul sitting in the town, and he is closed all year round. If he doesn't care about the world, no one can see Su Ming's cultivation.

This Zhao Chong is naturally the same, but he hesitated about Su Ming. In the past eight months, the elixir spent on Su Ming has almost squeezed out his pocket, making him almost kill Su Ming many times in pain.

None of the disciples he had met before had a freak like Su Ming. If he hadn't checked it many times, he would have made sure that Su Ming had indeed eaten it, and that Su Ming was just a mortal, and even used a magic weapon to determine whether Su Ming had hidden his cultivation.

But the final answer does not reveal any of Su Ming's cultivation, no matter how he looks at it. The other party is just a teenager, only... can eat some.

Otherwise, it will be difficult for him to endure the continuous heartache.

Until a few days ago, all his elixirs were finally used almost * remaining. He was reluctant to use them on Su Ming, but had no choice but to tell the other party that there was no elixirs for the time being.

However, his heart is not all heartache about this. In the past eight months, he has often observed Su Ming. He is both heartbroken and looking forward to swallowing so many elixirs.

Su Ming here. In eight months, the recovery of his cultivation made his consciousness several times more fierce than eight months ago, although he had never left the yard. But everything of this evil spirit sect was swept through the dark of its divine consciousness, which was very clear.

As for Zhao Chong, Su Ming will naturally not let him go, just in his consciousness. He could only see that Zhao Chong's room was filled with thick fog. There was blood in the fog, and he could faintly see a figure sitting cross-legged there, motionless.

Zhao Chong's cultivation is seen by Su Ming. It's also a little strange. At first glance, his cultivation is only similar to Kaichen. But if you look carefully, there is a trace of fluctuation of the barbarian soul.

Especially in the past eight months. The other party did not have any wrong with it. Instead, he gave away a large number of elixirs. Without these elixirs, Su Ming would need to spend more time to recover his whole body.

Therefore, Su Ming did not take the initiative to deal with Zhao Chong. He wanted to see what this person would do when he had no elixir after being touched by himself.

On this day, eight and a half months after he came to the Evil Spirit Sect, it came. The season outside is now winter, and the snowflakes are falling continuously. It can be seen that the earth is wrapped in silver, and even in the moonlight, it is also shining with silver.

The whole mountain is covered with a layer of white snow coat, even in those black halls. The perfection of black and white makes people have the illusion that it is like an ink painting after looking at it.

The rolling up, as if the eternal black smoke is unchanging and permanent in this ink painting.

Late at night, Su Ming looked at the snow outside the window, and the winter of the clown family came to his mind...

"Brother Dog, let's make a snowman together, okay?"

"Brother dog, you bully people, this snowman broke you."

"Brother Dog Leftover, why do you think there is snow? I asked my parents, and they didn't know either."

Su Ming smiled at the corners of his mouth. There were countless ghosts floating in his room at this moment, making his smile look out of place with his surroundings.

For these ghosts, Su Ming has been used to their existence, even~~ Book Network www.shushuw.cn-update first release~~ He also found that the ghosts that come almost every night are different. They go in and out of this room. After Su Ming's consciousness is restored to most of the time, He saw that the ghost was not only in his own room, but in the whole foreign area. Except for a few places, they were all the places where the ghosts shuttled.

Looking at the snow outside the window, after a long time, Su Ming's cold eyes suddenly flashed, and his heart snorted coldly. He closed his eyes. Although his eyes were closed, his consciousness could still clearly feel the surroundings.

He saw the door of the house and opened silently at this moment. When a cold wind blew, he walked into a man who was surrounded by black fog and could not see clearly, but as he entered, the ghosts in the room slowly dissipated slightly and left the room.

This man walked to Su Ming's bedside and looked at Su Ming, who was sleeping with his eyes closed. His eyes in the black fog flashed.

"Little bastard, after eating so many elixirs, it's time for you to pay it back!" This figure was Zhao Chong. He shook his big sleeve, and immediately a black fog swept Su Ming. In a flash, he followed him out of the room and went to his house.

There was a trace of cold hidden in Su Ming's closed eyes. Zhao Chong was not aware of his divine consciousness at all. Su Ming watched the other party roll him up and go to his room, and stepped into the room, a formation hidden by the black fog.

With the flashing light of the array, Su Ming and Zhao Chong appeared in a dark cave. According to the fluctuation of the transmission, Su Ming can judge that the transmission distance is not far and should still be within the range of the evil spirit sect.

Although it was dark around, there was a dark light immediately reflected in Zhao Chong's wave of his hand. This is a cave, surrounded by hundreds of mummified corpses. Those mummified corpses were all open, their eyes were dull, and the whole body was like losing all flesh and blood and vitality.

They look different, but their movements are the same, all sitting cross-legged.

"Little son of a bitch, you're going to meet your brother soon!" Zhao Chong was obviously concerned about the elixir that Su Ming had swallowed for more than half a year. After scolding at this moment, he no longer paid attention to Su Ming, but sat cross-legged on the ground. Under the formula of his hands, the fog in his whole body was immediately rolled upside down, and it all shrank back into his body,

It was a middle-aged man with a pale face and an extremely weak appearance. After Su Ming saw his consciousness, his heart was moved.

In this way, it is very similar to the clown's father!! If it's not the right age, it's like a father and son!!

Four updates and ten thousand, continuous outbreaks like this, I feel that I'm going to break. Don't complain that I'm missing 1,000 words in the last chapter, because I will stick to it even if I bite my teeth. I'm tired, I'll continue to explode tomorrow!!!

For the first place, in order to distance, explosion!! Monthly pass!! ( To be continued...) RX