He stretched out his other hand, held the head of the little monster, and used the body as a furnace to fuse and refine the bodies of the old monk and the little monster.

The darkness around him spread out like a tidal wave, and the darkness spread through the woods, enveloping the old monk's corpse and demonic flames, engulfing the little monster's head.

The darkness in the woods was centered on the demon flames, rolling up a huge whirlpool, the whirlpool became bigger and bigger, the surrounding plants and trees were uprooted, the wind blew the wind and clouds changed color, and thunder sounded in the sky.

The whirlpool spun faster and faster, until at last the whole mountain forest was swept away and destroyed, and dissolved into the darkness, and the center of the darkness began to close, and it closed faster and faster, until at last, it was a black cocoon.

The wind swept the black robe of the demon flame hunting wind, he gritted his teeth and held the cocoon under his hand, raised his hand, the huge cocoon was suspended in the void, the darkness was endless, in order to fuse the body of the little monster and the old monk, he exhausted the strength in his body, and finally couldn't support it, was bounced off by the black cocoon, and fell to the ground.

In the void, the black cocoon rotated, and the black power around it continued to swallow, and suddenly stopped, and the black cocoon fell to the ground with a "bang", smashing the ground into a pit.

Demon Flame was bounced open by the black cocoon and hit in the chest, and now his body was so weak that only the shell remained, and he stood up with a wipe of blood from the corner of his mouth, staring nervously at the black cocoon.

The powerful demonic energy around the black cocoon lingers, what it has is not just the body of an immortal, but all the power of the demon flame, these days, in order to maintain the soul of the little monster, the demon flame has almost exhausted the power in the body, and now in order to refine the body of the old monk and the soul of the little monster, he has exhausted all his strength.

The silence of the mountains and forests is a mess, and among the rocks, there is silence all around.

I only heard a "click" sound, and a fine line cracked into the black cocoon.

With the sound of fine lines cracking, the fine lines on the black cocoon spread rapidly like the roots of trees, the fine cracks are covered with black cocoons, the black cocoons shatter in response, a wave of air opens, rolling up dust and smoke, in the air waves, inside the black cocoon, the little monster sits cross-legged in the middle in the form of a human being, his appearance is about a three-year-old child, his big eyes are as black as ink, his fair skin is pink as lotus root, his short hair is pitch black, but there is a pair of ghost horns in front of his forehead, and the center of his eyebrows is a red cinnabar imprint, which looks much more beautiful than before.

It's just that the evil aura on his body is more obvious than before.

The little monster stretched out his hand, looked at his hands and feet in surprise, suddenly looked up at Mo Yan, and smiled happily: "Master." ”

Mo Yan looked at its current appearance, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "In the end, it is the body of the immortal family, you look very good." He said with a pale face, sat down weakly, closed his eyes, and said, "Let me rest for a while." ”

Exhausted too much, he was too tired and needed a good rest.

The little monster walked over, looked at him who was tired and asleep, stretched out his hand, and the dark power in his palm rolled out, and flew towards Mo Yan's body like an ink-colored snake.

It drained the power in its body and injected it into the demonic flame's body.

Mo Yan fell asleep tiredly, feeling that the power was returning to his body little by little, but he didn't know that the little monster had injected all the power in his body into his body.

After the last trace of power was delivered, its body began to change, its white and tender arms began to wither and turn black, becoming like orange peels, its legs also withered into a pair of dead branches, its big head and big eyes, and the pair of conspicuous ghost horns on its forehead, its appearance became like a ghost, and only skin and bones were left all over its body, and it was closed.

It didn't expect that its body would become like this without strength, people are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, terrifying and hideous, even more terrifying than its previous appearance.

(Markor Literature-)