If you say who in the world today knows the mighty Cheng Dù of the mad spirit best, or to be more precise, who knows how precious the mad spirit bone is, Cheng Rui is definitely qualified to be on the list. Long before Yu Shisanlang met, the blood-clothed killer traveled all over the land of mad spirits, and had several experiences of "pies falling from the sky and smashing his head", obtained some remnants of mad spirits, and had extremely in-depth research.

The Remnants of the Wild Spirit are different from the Wild Spirit Bones, which are just half-petrified scum, but even so, the Blood-Clad Killer still regards them as treasures, and slowly absorbs them with exercises similar to those used to refine the treasure, which benefits a lot. In the past hundred years, Shisanlang has provided some berserk beads transformed from bone worms to help the Blood-Clad Killer get a layer of insurance during the robbery, and make great contributions.

Because of this, when he finally learned the details of the beast tide and learned that the greedy otter of the earth had actually swallowed a hundred-zhang long mad spirit bone, the blood-clothed killer who had never lost his temper went crazy on the spot.

"You're crazy, crazy!"

The crazy people scolded people for going crazy, and the blood-clothed killers had too many reasons to believe that Thirteen Lang had made a big mistake and screamed in pain.

First of all, the most important one, Qiuqiu and Thirteen Lang were born in the wrong way, and helping it is tantamount to giving the enemy a knife. Secondly, the power of the mad spirit bone is too great, a hundred zhang long, if it is refined little by little according to the method of turning into bone worms, compared and converted into mana, the blood-clothed killer firmly believes that its total amount will surpass that of nirvana-level monks

Nirvana! It's gone?

Ten thousand steps back, even if it is like what Shisanro said, "Don't give up the entire forest for a tree, no matter how big the bones are, there will be a time when they run out, if you can conquer the heart of the ball, it is equivalent to using the land of mad spirits as a warehouse", but what about time?

When Qiuqiu finishes digesting that bone, maybe it will take tens of millions of years, and all the Tianda warehouses will be yours, and you can use it.

Roaring sounds. Cheng Xueyi insisted on getting the ball out, no matter how hard it was forced to spit things out, at least part of it. It's a pity that Shisanlang was unmoved, and only sent Cheng Rui away with one sentence.

"I don't think it's any ordinary ball, it's up to him. ”

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This is complete nonsense, of course Cheng Rui knows that Qiuqiu is not an ordinary Qiuqiu, he has already done relevant research. I also inquired about the progress of the Immortal Spirit Hall and the Six Clans. In terms of the situation, I have never heard of the otter of the earth having this ability, and it is also worth mentioning that the otter of the earth showed the ability to gather sand into a tower in the battle of the beast tide, and then the six clans and the fairy hall learned the news and listed this matter as a top priority, but according to the situation that Cheng Rui and the four bosses learned, the progress was minimal.

All in all, the ball that was targeted by the mocking wind was extremely unusual. Further research is needed.

Study a fart, it's sleeping, and it's in the belly of the Five Elements Boat!

Thousands of reluctance to give up all kinds of resentment, Thirteen Lang ate the scales and made his heart, the bloody killer was helpless, there was no other way except to scold a few times, but who would have thought that it had only been more than eighty years. Qiuqiu woke up.

Wake up!

How powerful is the ball that woke up?Did you thank Thirteen for this, and from then on admit that the Lord was wholeheartedly assisting. The master and servant are invincible in the world, and the wheels of history are rolling forward

With all kinds of expectations and dreams, the family waited and watched, and then was a little surprised to find that Qiuqiu was still level seven.

The mad spirit bones are still there, not digested by this greedy little thing?

The Blood-Clad Killer thought of this for the first time, regardless of Thirteen Lang's objections. The strong divine sense rushed straight into the body of the ball, and then he was dumbfounded.

The body structure of the ball is very simple, and the blood-clothed killer has tried his best to find any space-related fluctuations, and the mad spirit bone is not even a piece of scum.

"How can this be!" the blood-clad killer was indignant. I can't wait to come out on the spot.

"Yes, that doesn't make sense. "Thirteen Lang is also very frustrated, it's the same for everyone.

If not, there is no way, there is no way to think about it, everyone turns their hopes to another weight, to see if it has the meaning of relatives.

The result is still disappointing.

The relationship between Qiuqiu and the demon beasts that accompanied him in the body of the Five Elements Boat, including Xiao Budian, Mocking Wind, Chubby and Queen Ant, etc., has been greatly improved, but he doesn't buy it from Thirteen. In contrast, he felt better about Cheng Rui, who was cultivating the Qi of the Wild Spirit, but it was limited to not being hostile, and there was no sign of obedience or dependence.

It would be a lie to say that there is no change at all, before falling asleep, Qiuqiu was very hostile to Thirteen, but relatively simple. After waking up, its rejection is still the same, even stronger than before, but its eyes are always full of jealousy, like seeing good things, wanting to take it for itself, but not daring.

The glutinous rice balls are sweet, the mouth is hot, and the whole swallow can even burn through the stomach, which is probably the feeling.

"It's incomprehensible!"

After sighing, Thirteen Lang shook his head and left to continue his practice, leaving Cheng Rui's eyes in a daze, and he gritted his teeth viciously after half a sound.

"Let's see, what the hell you are!"

Qiuqiu can't be killed, can't be tortured, can't be accepted as a pet mentioning pets, Cheng Rui once half-jokingly asked Thirteen Lang, but was ridiculed a lot, probably meaning that I can't do it, you definitely can't, don't accept yourself to try. If you can take it, it will be yours, if you can't do it, we won't laugh at you, as long as you help me take care of the little one, and give me more guidance on his practice, it will be difficult for a gentleman to chase after him.

Cheng Rui was very unconvinced, and tried it if he wanted to, but he could not be afraid of you.

Needless to say, countless times in disgrace, the Blood-Clad Killer finally gave up on his thoughts and turned to the most clumsy method of studying Qiuqiu: observation.

Don't do anything superfluous, watch intently, and never leave it.

To say that Cheng Rui is really Cheng Rui, the stubbornness in his temperament cannot be changed, and it is easy to go to extremes. Since then, the Blood-Clad Killer has followed the fixed ball, no matter what it does, wherever it runs, whether it eats, drinks, Lazar, practices or hunts for treasures, it always has a wisp of mind attached to it.

Looking at the changes of more than ten years, the changes in Qiuqiu are vivid, and Cheng Xueyi has summarized many items.

The first is fast, faster and faster day by day, and it feels like there is no limit.

The second is heavy, getting heavier day by day, ah yes, when the ball just swallowed the mad spirit bone, Thirteen Lang almost couldn't think of a way to move. Later, when he woke up, Thirteen found that it had recovered to the same weight as it had before swallowing bones. The increase is extremely limited. Now the situation has changed again, and the weight of the ball has skyrocketed, and there is no end in sight.

The third is cultivation, which is the breath for the demon beast, and the ball that woke up began to improve, and the speed can only be described as a snail. It can't be compared with the distance of running and weight gain, and the difference between a thousand miles a day and a thousand days and a mile.

The last thing is a good thing, Qiuqiu has started to hunt for treasures again, and has found a lot of mad spirit stones, and slowly fills the extremely empty warehouse of Thirteen Lang, so as not to run out of food on the way to practice. What's even better is that now the ball is no longer eaten, and the full contribution of the treasure found is transferred from the mocking wind or the little point to the thirteen langs.

Qiuqiu is very dignified and resolutely does not deal directly with Thirteen Lang.

I don't know if it's bad luck or if the ball refuses to help. For more than ten years, Shisanlang and the others have changed a lot of places, but they have never found such a "high-quality" mad spirit bone as back then; the best time is in the right leg, and found a few pieces of residual bones, which are not small, but unfortunately the petrified Cheng dù is very high, and it can only be regarded as a relatively high-quality mad spirit stone.

Regarding this, Thirteen Lang had a discussion with Cheng Xueyi, and finally found a reasonable explanation: he died in a mad spirit battle that year. Perhaps he used some method to concentrate all his strength on his right hand. Therefore, the palm part of the hand is relatively intact, and the breath is more abundant.

In addition, according to Shisanlang, the Five Elements Boat, which has accommodated Qiuqiu for nearly a hundred years, has gained some benefits, and it is not the strength that comes out of the table, but the larger internal space and more things that can be loaded.

What's the use of that?

Follow the treasure hunt speed of the ball. It has been unchanged for two or three thousand years, and it is estimated that the harvest and swallowing of the mad spirit bone are quite as hard as expecting it to be so industrious, which is pure nonsense.

Nirvana-level treasures in exchange for a big-tempered companion, this business unconsciously thought of this yard again, Cheng Xueyi shook his head again and again. secretly thought that it was fortunate that Su Si was not here, otherwise more than thirteen would not have survived, and he would have to be pulled into Su's stomach.

Walking and thinking, thinking about following, following and watching, when he was in a trance, a spiritual message streamer behind him fell straight into Cheng Xueyi's hands.

"It's serious, get back quickly. ”

After gathering, Shisanlang got straight to the point.

"To be honest, I never understood what that Elder Cheng thought. ”

After a hundred years of practice, Thirteen Lang was full of energy, but his expression was not as confident as playing with the sun, and there was a trace of worry in his words.

Speaking in his mouth, drawing in his hand, circled and dotted, and soon a map was formed, and the human form could be seen vaguely. Thirteen Lang summoned a stone casually, crushed it and scattered it, each in its own place.

"This is where we have been. ”

After saying that, he pointed out the sword qi, and some of the gravel turned into smoke and dust one after another, turning into powder and distinguishing it from the surroundings.

"This is the place that has been destroyed by the pursuers, and you can see Elder Cheng's steps in using troops. ”

What has been experienced is deduced only to increase the overall impression, and does not need much explanation. After a pause for everyone to understand what they meant, Thirteen Lang pointed out a few of them and said, "Here, here, here, and the situation here, Elder Cheng should be able to judge our direction and assign people to chase and kill us in time." ”

Of course, that's not the case, otherwise, Thirteen Lang wouldn't have deliberately pointed it out, but now that it's been pointed out, of course, it's to seek answers.

Listening to the voice, the man with the axe on his back has cultivated well, but his body shape has not changed from his original majestic appearance, and he first said: "Even if he does that, won't I also prepare a back hand?"

Shisanro said: "It's our business to have a backhand, and what he does is the key." ”

Shao Lin guessed: "Maybe he saw that the first hand has the second hand, and he felt that he couldn't crack it, so he didn't do useless work." ”

Thirteen Lang said, "It doesn't make sense. Our backhand is mostly teleportation, even if we know that there may be losses, the other party should press forward step by step, and gradually eliminate our advantages. ”

Shao Lin said suspiciously: "Could it be that he didn't see it?"

Thirteen Lang said: "Chasing and running around and fighting many times, I am sure that Elder Cheng is plotting to make arbitrary decisions, if he is really stupid, we will have at least two chances to break his arms again, but in fact, those two times are flaws that he deliberately exposed, which are really traps." That is, unless he is stupid and smart all of a sudden, there is no reason why he can't see the fighter. ”

"It feels like a deliberate connivance, pressing on, and leaving a gap for us to breathe, not only that, Elder Cheng's tactics are very interesting, either we can't fight at all by crushing us with heavy troops, or we only use the Flying Monk to surround us, let us kill or not, so as to avoid our own losses. ”

"Isn't it!"

The man with the axe thought of something, and the exclamation was unbelievable.

"Could it be that he's borrowing us to sharpen his knives?"

(To be continued......)