"Okay, you practice hard." She successfully rubbed Qian Renxue's hair into a mess, and Bibi Dong felt much better. "Remember to come to the meeting tomorrow, the position of the saint has been determined."
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"Oh." Qian Renxue pushed Bibi Dong's hand away, straightened her hair casually, and then rummaged through the soul guide.
"Mom, actually I gained a lot this time out, but more than half of it is at Uncle Yueguan's place. You wait for him to come back, and he will come and report to you."
"Of course, Grandpa also knows about those things. I'll briefly tell Grandpa first, but Uncle Yueguan's report will be more detailed."
"As for this, I have a gut feeling that it should be useful to you."
A bead the size of a baby's fist appeared in the palm of the hand, completely black, with two colors of cyan and blue radiance exuding from the bead.
Qian Renxue held it tightly, as if she was afraid that the black bead would suddenly escape from her hands.
With the appearance of the black beads, the room suddenly became a little colder.
A cold, dark aura came from the black beads, making Bibi Dong's eyes look solemn.
This coldness is evil coldness. Bibi Dong can feel that it is somewhat similar to the aura of her second martial soul, the Soul-Eating Spider Emperor, but it is also different. The evil aura on her martial soul is not that heavy.
What did this kid encounter when he went out?
"This was left after killing the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger. The strange thing is that apart from the soul ring, this is the only thing left of it, and no soul bones have been formed."
"Because this soul ring is so incompatible with my attributes, I only brought back this black bead and did not choose to absorb the 60,000-year-old soul ring."
"The Dark Demon Tiger that is more than 60,000 years old?!"
Bibi Dong was a little surprised. She knew about this kind of soul beast. She had paid attention to it when she was choosing a soul beast for her second martial soul. However, there were very few such soul beasts that were more than 50,000 years old. After searching for a while, she was a little surprised.
After some time, she also gave up her plan to make the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger the soul ring of her second martial soul.
"Yeah." Qian Renxue nodded, "Not long after we entered the Star Dou Forest with the four elders, we met this guy outside."
Still on the periphery. Bibi Dong can't tell whether Qian Renxue's luck is good or bad.
"It was only after I hunted and killed this Dark Devilgod Tiger that I made up my mind and wrote a letter asking my grandpa to help me find a hundred thousand year old soul beast to use as my soul ring."
Is there any connection between the two?
"Nuo." Qian Renxue stretched out her hand in front of Bibi Dong, motioning for Bibi Dong to continue.
"Hmm...is this a gift?"
Qian Renxue hesitated to speak. Bibi Dong's outstretched hand froze. It was a 'gift' again. She suddenly had a bad feeling.
It should be...no problem, right? Bibi Dong is extremely unsure at the moment.
Things can only come in threes. I hope Qian Renxue can understand this truth. Bibi Dong gave Qian Renxue a strange look.
"What the specific function is, I have to explore it myself. I don't know."
Although she didn't know why Bibi Dong was hesitating, Qian Renxue didn't think much about it. She only saw the strange flash in Bibi Dong's eyes when the black bead appeared.
It should be useful, and there shouldn't be any big problems... Qian Renxue thought uncertainly.
Holding Bibi Dong's wrist with one hand, Qian Renxue placed the black bead in Bibi Dong's palm.
"I haven't told grandpa about this. If you are willing, you can study it with grandpa."
Biting coldness exploded from the palm of the hand, and gray evil energy suddenly appeared, wrapping around Bibi Dong's wrist.
Before Bibi Dong could react, the gray-black light completely enveloped Bibi Dong, and the black beads broke free from Bibi Dong's palm and sank into Bibi Dong's eyebrows.
"Mom!"
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The breeze blew by, and in a patch of blue and silver grass, there lay an ordinary-looking boy. The boy's eyes were closed, and he was obviously in a coma.
On his chest, a white rabbit the size of a palm was nestled on it, rising and falling with the boy's breathing.
Through the layers of leaves, scattered sunlight shines on them. Under the sunlight, the hair on the rabbit's body looks even more as white as jade.
With a slight movement of his fingers, the bluesilver grass beside him wrapped around his own blades of grass almost instantly.
Feeling the weight on his chest, the boy frowned subconsciously, turned his head, and rolled his eyes, as if he was about to wake up.
With a muffled groan, Tang San opened his eyes leisurely, and subconsciously stretched his hands towards his chest.
The hair in his hand was soft, Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted, and he grabbed the unknown soft animal with his hands like a reflex, and threw it away.
At the same time, he quickly jumped up from the ground and looked around with a vigilant expression.
What comes into view are the tall trees and clusters of dwarf trees all around.
The tips of my ears moved slightly, and in addition to the sound of wind blowing through the leaves, there was also the subtle sound of water flowing.
Tang San held his breath and stared, carefully checking the surrounding situation over and over again.
After he was really sure that he was the only one here, Tang San put down his guarded posture and turned his gaze to the animal he had just thrown out.
It's a rabbit.
Or a dead rabbit.
Looking at the rabbit lying on the ground in a strange, stiff posture, Tang San secretly made a conclusion in his heart.
Ignoring the dead rabbit, Tang San slowly sat back down, circulating his soul power and carefully checking his physical condition.
While checking again, he also began to recall, recalling all the related scenes before Xiao Wu's sacrifice and during the sacrifice.
Quite suddenly, four big blood-red characters appeared in Tang San's mind.
It was just four words, but the violent and cold breath coming from above made Tang San extremely afraid.
"City of Killing."
Tang San frowned and uttered those four words, his eyes full of confusion and wariness.
What is that?
Before Tang San could think deeply, those four bloody words dissipated in his mind, causing Tang San's fearful aura to dissipate, which made Tang San a little stunned.
The tense nerves were slightly relaxed, and as time passed, no abnormalities occurred around me, and my body no longer had strange reactions.
Tang San breathed out quietly, but what Tang San didn't realize was that at the same time as the bloody words dissipated, the bloody touch deep in his consciousness also disappeared.
A feeling as if something had been lost emerged, making Tang San feel a little sad.
However, this emotion did not bother Tang San for too long. Regarding his current physical condition, Tang San was very pleasantly surprised.
It turns out that sacrifice can actually bring about this additional effect, and the body that was injured before has completely recovered.
Clenching his fist, Tang San suddenly realized something was wrong when he was about to summon his second martial spirit.
It seems that last time, he unknowingly entered the illusion set up for him by the people of Wuhun Palace.
Looking at his palm, Tang San fell into doubt.
Is all this... real?
This chapter has been completed!