Su Zimo handed in the task and got a lot of contribution points before returning to the cave.
The two old men looked at Su Zimo's leaving figure with expressions of emotion and a myriad of thoughts.
"As expected of someone who has cultivated level three spiritual fire, his luck is frightening." The old man smacked his lips.
"yes."
Elder Liu said: "Those trial disciples from Lingfeng also went to the Big Stone Forest. I think their cultivation levels are not low, but they were seriously injured. This kid is good. His cultivation level at the fifth level of Qi Condensation is in the Big Stone Forest." After going around for a while, not only did I not meet the mysterious strong man, but I also picked up so many red gold stones for nothing and came back safe and sound. What do you think this is if it's not luck?"
The old man said with a bit of regret: "Actually, with my talent in weapon refining, it would be best to join the True Fire Sect. It's really unfair to come to our Piaomiao Peak. What our sect is least good at is weapon refining and elixir refining. If this is the case, My future has been delayed because of this, and I feel a little uncomfortable."
"Don't think so much. He has just come into contact with the art of weapon refining and cannot even refine low-grade spiritual weapons. Although the sect is not strong in weapon refining, it has the basics. Let's talk about it later." Elder Liu advised. A sound.
The bad old man nodded, lowered his head thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.
…
It was still early when Su Zimo returned to the cave.
According to his plan, during the day, he would focus all his energy on cultivating immortals, either improving his cultivation or studying weapon refining, and only after nightfall would he start practicing the Secret Code of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness.
You must know that before entering the alchemy path, whether you are a Qi Practitioner or a Foundation-Building Monk, you are no different from ordinary people and you need to rest and sleep.
What Qi Practitioners, Foundation-Building Monks have in common with ordinary mortals is also reflected in longevity.
The longevity of Qi practitioners and Foundation-building monks is only a little higher than that of ordinary people. Even if they are free from illness and disaster, they can only live for more than a hundred years at most.
But cultivating demons is different.
Most of the monsters lurk during the day, and only come out to look for food at night, and they are very energetic.
After nightfall, Su Zimo was actually resting, but his two years of cultivating demons had already made him a habit. Even in his sleep, he maintained the breathing and breathing method in the Secret Book of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Wilderness.
In this way, not only did Su Zimo not take up time in cultivating immortals, but his realm in cultivating demons was also growing.
It's just that during this period of time, there has been no progress in the Marrow Cutting Chapter, which has put him at a bottleneck in cultivating demons.
In the next few days, Su Zimo forced the two spiritual beasts to roar day and night.
After a few days, the two spirit beasts lost a lot of weight due to the torture, and their voices became hoarse. However, Su Zimo still had no clue about the marrow cutting chapter.
I didn't sleep for a few days, didn't eat anything, and just yelled around like an idiot in the cave. If it were a spirit demon, half of my life would be lost.
The spirit tiger and spirit leopard looked sluggish and lacked energy, lying on the ground and falling asleep.
"Oh, I have never seen such a difficult master."
Linghu sighed: "If you want to kill or behead him, I'd rather give him pleasure! What's the point of torturing Master Hu like this?"
After working hard for a few days, Su Zimo was very tired.
The two spirit beasts were roaring, and Su Zimo was not idle. He listened attentively and tensely, for fear of missing some secret.
As a result, after a few days, Su Zimo was exhausted, his eyelids were heavy, and he just wanted to fall down and take a deep sleep.
"Forget it, kill these two spiritual beasts tomorrow and eat their meat."
Su Zimo fell on the stone bed, a thought flashed through his mind, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Su Zimo was really tired.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into sleep. He subconsciously switched to the three breathing methods of body tempering, tendon easing, and bone forging, and his breathing became heavier.
The two spirit beasts looked at each other, relieved.
"This human race has finally stopped!"
Linghu shed two tears of happiness in excitement, and almost screamed in the sky.
If Su Zimo continued to struggle like this, Linghu would just think about killing him by hitting him head-on.
Seeing Su Zimo fall into a deep sleep, although Lingbao's face was tired, there was a fierce light in his eyes.
I have to say, this is a good opportunity!
Although the two spirit beasts were mentally exhausted, their physical strength was still there. If they could bite off the human race's throat, they might be able to escape!
Lingbao looked at Linghu and growled.
Linghu can naturally understand the language spoken between the demon clan.
Although Lingbao's suggestion is good, Linghu doesn't want to take risks. Who knows if this human being is just pretending to be asleep now
Besides, Linghu's only thought now is to get some sleep.
Linghu shook his big head and fell asleep on the ground.
Lingbao looked hesitant. After a while, he seemed to have made a decision. A fierce look flashed in his eyes. He tiptoed, restrained his murderous intent, and cautiously came to Su Zimo's side.
Looking at Su Zimo's fair and slender neck, Lingbao slowly opened his mouth.
It can guarantee that with this bite, even a stone will be broken into pieces!
suddenly!
The spirit leopard seemed to have discovered something. The fierce light in its eyes suddenly disappeared, a trace of panic flashed, and its open mouth slowly closed again, as if it was yawning.
Lingbao turned around, his eyes already full of fear, his limbs trembling a little, he lay on the ground and glanced at Su Zimo with his eyes closed on the bed with lingering fear, and never dared to have other thoughts.
He's awake!
There were only these three words in Lingbao's mind.
Just when it was about to bite it, it suddenly noticed that at some point, this human race's breathing was different from before.
This change scared Lingbao into a cold sweat.
Lingbao no longer dared to have other thoughts, and stayed beside him, thinking wildly for a long time before slowly falling asleep.
In fact, Su Zimo woke up the moment Lingbao made his murderous intention.
Su Zimo's spiritual sense was too terrifying. The cicada realized it before the autumn wind moved. In the Canglang Mountains, sneak attacks by spiritual monkeys were very difficult, let alone this spiritual leopard.
Since he had to kill these two spiritual beasts tomorrow anyway, Su Zimo was too lazy to do it now and continued to sleep.
At midnight, Su Zimo and the two spiritual beasts were asleep.
While Linghu was sleeping, a strange sound came from his nasal cavity.
"Huh... Huh... Huh..."
After Lingbao fell asleep, a sound came from his nasal cavity, which was different from Linghu's.
"Hmm... um... um..."
These two sounds are very unique, neither light nor heavy, intertwined and echoing in the cave.
At this time, a magical change occurred in Su Zimo's body!
The two sounds seemed to carry a strange power that could penetrate flesh, blood, muscles, and even seep into bones, driving the marrow inside.
Blah blah blah!
Under the vibration of these two sounds, the bone marrow made a sound, like the sound of running water, clear and sweet.
Su Zimo, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to have had a dream. He actually saw the marrow fluid in his bones flowing slowly, constantly washing away the bones, oozing out traces of bright red blood, and blending into his own blood.
"Um?"
Su Zimo suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. There were only four words left in his mind - the sound of tiger and leopard!