Looking at these bewitching unknown cedar trees, the golden star horns of "twinkle and shiny" and the white bone wind chimes of "jingle bell, ding bell", Zhang Ning suddenly felt warm in his heart.

"Zulin...... It turned out to be the place where the bones of the Star Picking Horse Demon Clan were buried......"

The tentacles that were like smoke and fog and flickered were only three meters away from Zhang Ning.

"It's been Christmas in years...... If it's really a holiday, what kind of gift can bring pleasure to a primordial monk like me?"

The tentacles stretched out as if they were alive, and they were still a foot away from Zhang Ning.

“...... Actually, an authentic hot pot meal is enough......"

The tentacles bypassed Zhang Ning and rushed directly towards the star-picking horse on the cobblestone platform.

"Hey, coward......" Zhang Ning muttered in disappointment.

If these demon souls really dare to fight Zhang Ning's idea, Zhun Bao will make them disappear convincingly-Zhang Ning's accidentally fused car industry soul has already been devoured by his own soul, and the impact must be there, just like the impact of what he has seen, heard and felt since he was a child on people's thoughts, but the impact of the car industry is greater. Now there are many feelings and thoughts, and Zhang Ning is too lazy to distinguish whether it is his own or being affected by the car industry.

Therefore, for a little grandmaster who takes "playing with souls" as his job, the attacks of these demon souls are really as comfortable as a drizzle falling on his body - they will eventually become small snacks that nourish Zhang Ning's soul - although he can't use spiritual power, can't use soul bells, and can't take the initiative to devour souls, but powerful souls are not disturbed by the rules of the demon world, and passive absorption is still okay.

This group of cowards and demons, it's a pity, I originally wanted to try the feeling of absorbing demon souls~

Since they didn't dare to provoke themselves, then in accordance with the rules of courtesy, Zhang Ning had no choice but to ransack the hanging bones of the star horses of the past dynasties......

He jumped to the nearest tree, holding the bone slashing knife in one hand and the star horn in the other—"Click!"

Didn't cut it.

It seems that there is no energy supply of spiritual power, and even the immortal treasure is not good! Fortunately, the knife is fine, otherwise the loss will be great!

Subsequently, Zhang Ning changed his strategy and cut off the branch hanging with the bones with a knife...... "chirp, boom......" This time it was much smoother.

In the end, Zulin's bones were transported away - if it weren't for the fact that it was restored to its original state as soon as it arrived in the woods, Zhang Ning could have moved more.

He hung the white bones on the white trees of the white mountains in the middle of the Qiankun Treasure Snail—the colors were too monotonous...... Zhang Ning decided that in the future, he would have the opportunity to transplant an evergreen, conical canopy forest like fir, and then decorate these white bone wind chimes in the Christmas forest.

After packing up the loot, Zhang Ning began to carefully observe the three star-picking horses possessed by the spirit, only to see that pale white barcodes of different thicknesses and sizes appeared on their faces. Zhang Ning suddenly remembered at this time that the stripes of every star picking horse demon clan he had seen were different! It can be seen that the barcode of the star picking horse is unique - worthy of being a barcode!

So he returned to the Qiankun treasure snail, ground a pair of star-picking horse demon bones into bone powder, took out a magic pen made of raccoon scorpion hair and oak wood, and then transformed into a foal, and asked Mickey to dip the star horse demon bone powder to draw a dozen barcodes on his horse's face.

Boredom waiting until noon the next day, Anima finally arrived.