After a while, the boneworm went into action.

Grudges aside, the appearance of the bone-turning insect is actually quite cute, it is like a translucent earthworm, and its body is shimmering with a glass-like luster, which makes it difficult to think of the evil feelings that insects often have.

Except for the difference in size, there is almost no difference in the shape of its head and tail, and when it moves, it opens its mouth and swallows a small mouthful, and when it squirms its body and pushes it behind it in a squeezing manner, until the mass of things is discharged from its tail, it has turned into a pearl-like bright pearl with a shimmering pearl of liquid light.

The entire Wild Spirit Bone was liquid, but its essence had not changed, the essence was still solid, and the viscosity was almost inseparable; the liquid beads spit out by the Bone Transformation Worm were completely different, and they were also different from Qi Aotian's condition at the beginning, they were crystal clear, and even the luster seemed to be substance.

The indescribably strong aura was released, even if there was a formation, it was difficult to block, and in an instant, the mad spirit qi filled the entire secret room, and a ring of fire burst out in front of him, and without adding the slightest mana, the true fire used to imprison suddenly rose, and the power was instantly doubled.

"Ho!

In exclamation, Shisanlang hurriedly stopped.

Some are redundant, and the bone-transforming insects that have completed one transformation are exhausted and lie motionless in the distance. Outside the array, Thirteen Lang carefully cast the forbidden ring, fished out the unusual liquid bead from the array, thought about it, and first divided it into more than ten parts, each of which was heavily blocked, and chose the smallest of them to send into his mouth.

I don't know how to use this thing, Thirteen Lang adopts the most direct way: eat!

After all, human cultivation is different from demon beasts, and they can't expect to digest it when they eat it, but they can be absorbed like meridians. For Thirteen Lang, there is no zài meridian, which is equivalent to directly sending it into flesh and blood, directly refining, and refining it with the Yuan Shen.

There was a bang in my head. The small liquid beads entered the body, giving Shisanlang the feeling that it was like swallowing a living mountain spring, and his body instantly expanded. Thousands of needles are born for some reason, and they are forced to the skin along the flesh and blood texture, which is painful and unbearable, but extremely comfortable.

A powerful feeling arises spontaneously, as if you can control the heavens and the earth, and a single thought can turn the river and the sea upside down. Gods and Buddhas are also unstoppable.

As a rough estimate, the mad aura contained inside is equivalent to ten times that of the mad spirit stone, but unlike the slow absorption of the mad spirit stone, the liquid bead is an explosive absorption. Once in contact with the bloodline, the transformation is almost instantaneous.

A mad spirit stone, in the past, it took Thirteen Lang all day to refine, but now one drop is equivalent to ten. The time is reduced to a few moments. It could even be said to be a flash.

"Roar!"

With a half-roar, Thirteen Lang took off three feet into the air and slammed back into place, his eyes were bulging, his ears were ringing, his heartbeat was like a drum, and he almost didn't explode on the spot. He didn't dare to hesitate at all, and when he was in the air, he urged his internal breath to the extreme, and the 108,000 pores of his body were all sealed to prevent those breaths from leaking out.

The mad spirit bone is the mad spirit bone in the end, and what it brings is not only the breath. There is also his unruly will that laughs proudly in the world and will not be dispersed for hundreds of millions of years after death; Thirteen Lang forcibly seals the internal rest, which is equivalent to sealing the shackles of that and those wills. Semi-coercive methods force them to recognize and accept themselves and become a part of themselves.

That was a mad spirit, an ancient life that once stood side by side with the Heavenly Dao, the top existence of the starry sky! Although it has been dead for hundreds of millions of years, although it is only a piece of broken bones, and it has gone through countless years of wind and rain, it is still beyond the desecration of ordinary life.

So far, Thirteen Lang is qualified to consider himself unusual, but compared to the mad spirits that once dominated the heavens and the earth, they are no different from fireflies.

"Roar!"

Dozens of thin needle-like blood lines shot straight out, so powerful that they narrowly penetrated the formation ban, and the rouge bird was almost beaten into a sieve.

This is the Madness of the Spirit!

The instinctive breakthrough that was independently generated by the will of the mad spirit and was not even considered supernatural power, compared to the previous shots of Thirteen Lang, Boss Su, including Cheng Xueyi and others, although they used more mad spirit mana, because there was no mad spirit will as the soul, the power was like a cloud.

The reason for the mad spirit fossil is that it has lost its will, so that it has an empty breath, which is suitable for the use of monks. Even so, when too much madness is absorbed, the monk will still be affected, and problems will arise in all sorts of incomprehensible ways.

In a word, if you want to cultivate the mad spiritual path, you need to get the approval of its will. In addition, methods such as Qi Aotian and Cheng Xueyi, which seem to be successful, have long been adapted, and are not the original meaning of the mad spirit. Of course, compared to other monks who tried mad aura, Qi Aotian's complete recultivation of Nirvana, the blood-clothed killer's treasure robbery, and his own connection with the nascent spirits of heaven and earth are all opportunities that cannot be copied, so he can go further. Or it can be said that they are like those demon beasts with ancient bloodlines, and they are not cultivating the mad spirit path, but their own path.

Whether you're good or mad is better is not what you can know at the moment.

The wind and thunder were whistling in his ears, and Thirteen Lang didn't bother to check it, he didn't have time to think about it, his hands were folded and flipped non-stop, and he shot thousands of times in an instant.

"Definitely!"

No one explained, and a thought automatically came to mind: if you can't conquer that liquid bead, even if you make up for it in the future, your achievements will be limited.

The will is like the thought, non-supernatural means can be blocked, the will of the mad spirit has mutual sense, the first drop is not good, and the next is destined to not get all.

"Come on, then!"

The roar of the wild, the tens of thousands of forbidden rings and the determination of the word, sealed the blood arrows, and at the same time brought more severe pain and unbearable itching; in an instant, thousands of red dots appeared on Thirteen Lang's face, and the colorful light inside was scurrying in all directions, like thousands of fierce beasts.

Thousands of madness, thousands of tyranny, no matter how many rampages, no matter what kind of battlefield the battlefield, that is, Thirteen Lang's body, was ravaged, but that thin layer of skin was never broken through, and those exits that seemed to be everywhere were never opened.

The mad spirit is powerful, how can the true spirit be easy to bully, more than two hundred years of penance, the refining of the golden crow claw has never stopped, after this kind of tempering body, how can it be broken if it is broken.

There must be a great opportunity for a great tribulation, and with the help of that raging power, Thirteen Lang kept hitting the gap that had been opened before, and gradually felt the change in cultivation, and felt the feeling of continuity, continuity, slowness, and tenacity.

It's like a reunion of an old friend after a long absence, or a rebirth after a catastrophe, a hundred years of hard work will finally come to an end, and Thirteen Lang laughed loudly.

"This is just the beginning!"

Indeed, this is just the beginning. A single drop would have to endure so much suffering to absorb it, and then it would be a long way to absorb that piece of mad spirit bone. In addition, it is necessary to take into account the recovery of fù. The energy of the bone-transforming insect, its sharing and its methods, etc., at the moment, it is certain that the words that Thirteen Lang said before were more or less redundant, although the bone-transforming insect was talented, but it could not solve the mad spirit bone like Qi Aotian did, and every time he did such a transformation, he might need much time to rest.

"To be efficient, you have to be strong. I have to find a way to make the bone worm stronger, it looks like it can't be eaten directly, how can I absorb it?"

Now. Thirteen Lang, who was immersed in thought, didn't notice that when his internal breath slowly calmed down, and when the star seal came to absorb mana as promised, the yin and yang pattern on the top of his head appeared for the first time. The last missing piece in the pattern. A few traces slowly appeared.

It is two round beads, inlaid on both sides of yin and yang, and together with the surrounding ones, they form a diagram like the inside of the Bagua diagram.

It's like two eyes.

Thirteen Lang didn't notice this scene, his eyes turned around on the bone-turning worm, and his mind kept spinning thoughts.

"I don't know how Qiuqiu does it, a mad spirit bone that is a hundred times bigger than this, it can digest it?!"

"I want to play ball. ”

Sitting at the door of the cave with his cheeks up, his little eyes flashing like the surrounding stars. The expression was gloomy and restless. On the ground all around, beside the stones. On the branches and in the corners, there are monsters of different sizes or sizes, all of which are cubs.

Demon beasts can also have difficult births, and there are examples of female beasts dying due to difficult births, especially in the place of Star Leaky Abyss, where there are many similar situations. Xiao Budian has been playing here for nearly a year, and he has almost traveled all over the area, bringing back a bunch of cubs who have no mother since childhood, as playmates.

Xu is born with spiritual intelligence, or the place of Xing Leaky Abyss is indeed different, or the demon beast is so stupid, hearing the words of Xiao Budian, those cubs seem to understand, all of them shrug their heads and whine and whisper, some of them can't lift their spirits.

For them, the Star Leaky Abyss is actually a suitable place to grow, especially when there is no mother beast to take care of it, and this area is especially rare in which there is almost no killing. But for some reason, other female animals don't seem to realize this, and they must leave after giving birth, refusing or daring to stay.

A fluffy civet-shaped cub was bolder, and it swayed and twisted into the arms of Little Budian, whining and saying what it thought was comforting. In the past, such an act has always captured the hearts and minds of the people, and thus received more rewards than other companions: the Madness Spirit Stone.

This time was no exception, but it was a little different from the past, Xiao Budian didn't play with it as usual, stuffed a mad spirit stone into his mouth and put it aside, his expression was still dazed.

"Mao Mao is good, cultivate hard and grow up well, and dominate the world in the future. ”

Saying and doing so, Xiao Bu nodded and turned his head to look at the dark place inside, and his mouth bulged out.

"I want to play ball. ”

"I can't help it. ”

The half-dead voice, if you say to people that this is Cheng Xueyi, I am afraid that someone will first slap two mouths, stomp a few feet, and then scold two neuropathies before stopping. I haven't seen him for a year, and the blood-clothed killer has no sharpness, and his face is full of exhaustion and helplessness, as well as grievances and complaints that cannot be confided.

That's not bad, because the topic is about the ball, and the blood-clothed killer is a little interested, otherwise he wouldn't and wouldn't dare to talk about it.

When he met Thirteen, Qiuqiu had already entered the belly of the Five Elements Boat, and Cheng Xueyi only heard of his name and did not see the magic with his own eyes, so he said tentatively: "Here, the otter of the earth that Thirteen has subdued is extremely talented, and can find treasures related to the mad spirit?"

"Of course. Xiao Budian didn't notice the mechanism, and replied proudly: "The last beast tide was the credit of Qiuqiu, otherwise, my uncle wouldn't have had a chance to be friends with my father." ”

Cheng Xueyi wanted to say that it was so rare, but the tone of the words changed to his mouth, and he said meaninglessly: "What is the relationship between Qiuqiu and the mad spirit?"

"How do I know?" asked the little bit strangely.

The blood-clothed killer weighed his words and said, "Uncle, this is the head of the mad spirit, which is rumored to be the core of the memory of the mad spirit, and there may be rare treasures. ”

"yes, yes, it's a pity that Qiuqiu is sleeping. "Xiao Budian's voice is tasteless, and Uncle Bloody is full of nonsense.

"It's okay to sleep, maybe you smell the smell of treasures and wake up?"

"Will it?"

"Maybe. ”

"Ugh"

"But there's one thing. ”

He had never tried to deceive a child before, and Cheng Xueyi found that it was really hard work, and he was so nervous that he wanted to sweat.

"The Star Storm is a big problem, and I don't know if it will cause interference to the ball. ”

(To be continued......)