Five fourth-grade demon shells made Chen Mo in debt again, Luo Yanshan's modification would take a while, Rao is Gu Yan was extremely familiar with the demon skills and magic skills cultivated by the demon clan, and it was not overnight to modify.

Chen Mo's plan to cultivate Luo Yanshan was temporarily broken, but Chen Mo was not in a hurry, forcibly cultivating Luo Yanshan would not do him much good, Chen Mo believed that the modified Luo Yanshan of Gu Yan would definitely be better than in the past.

Five four-grade magic shells will definitely not be in vain.

Luo Yanshan couldn't cultivate, he had just completed the cultivation of the method of refining the body, Chen Mo didn't plan to continue cultivating, this was not an overnight thing, it needed to be done step by step, little by little.

In addition to Luo Yanshan and the method of refining the body, Chen Mo had other things to do, such as familiarizing himself with the Abyssal Beast Soul Devouring Knife in his hand, which made Chen Mo not look so boring.

The Abyssal Beast Soul Devouring Knife is a third-grade demon soldier, and it is also the top of the third-grade demon soldiers, it is better than the Annihilation Blade before Chen Mo, it is not a grade, Chen Mo can feel it as soon as he holds the Abyssal Beast Soul Devouring Knife.

A trace of evil qi penetrated into every corner of Chen Mo's body through the palm of Chen Mo holding the hilt of the knife, and even around Chen Mo's body, it was surrounded by a faint evil qi.

Chen Mo seemed to feel that what he was holding in his hand was not a knife, but a fierce beast that was ready to choose people and devour them at any time.

This made Chen Mo like it very much, although Chen Mo was not a murderer, but the fierce aura of the knife in his hand was very much to Chen Mo's appetite, holding the Abyss Beast Soul Devouring Knife, Chen Mo was reluctant to let go for a long time.

This knife appeared in Rui Yanghua's hand, it was simply an insult to this knife, Rui Yanghua's body was also surrounded by evil qi, but it was extremely light, which was obviously Rui Yanghua's lack of familiarity with this knife.

In other words, this Abyssal Beast Soul Devouring Knife appeared in Rui Yanghua's hand, and the effect it used to show off was far greater than the role he should have as a knife.

If he is extremely familiar with this knife, Chen Mo believes that when Rui Yanghua takes out this knife, he will definitely be surrounded by evil qi, which can inadvertently erode the enemy's heart and make the enemy lose the will to fight, and the heavy evil qi can also be used to protect himself.

But Chen Mo knew that the evil qi was the key to the user's communication with this Abyssal Beast Soul Devouring Knife, Rui Yanghua's carelessness was just cheapening himself, and Chen Mo almost effortlessly cleared out the evil qi that Rui Yanghua had left in the Abyssal Beast Soul Devouring Knife.

The Abyssal Beast Soul Devouring Knife was completely taken by Chen Mo as his own.

Holding the Abyss Beast Soul Devouring Knife casually for a while, Chen Mo had already sensed the extraordinaryness of this knife, and the evil qi that lingered in the blade easily split the air around Chen Mo with every swing of Chen Mo.

Chen Mo could even hear the grinding sound of the blade cutting through the air.

After waving for a while, Chen Mo stopped, the tip of the knife was propped up on the ground, and he was in a daze with the handle of the knife.

Abyssal Beast Soul Eater Knife, since it is called Abyssal Beast Soul Eater Knife, his name will definitely not be regarded as a name that the maker has imagined at will for the sake of domineering.

Soul devouring, Chen Mo can understand, if he can stimulate the evil qi contained in the knife itself to the extreme, then the psychological deterrent effect on the opponent is absolutely extraordinary, but Chen Mo does not think that he is so stupid, the consequence of exhausting himself is that this knife is very likely to become a pile of broken copper and iron after Chen Mo excites all his evil energy.

Soul Eater is easy to understand, but what about the Abyssal Beast?

It couldn't have been a beast, but when he thought of the feeling he had when he first came into contact with this Abyssal Beast Soul Devouring Knife, the feeling that made people shudder, and the blood all over his body seemed to be coagulated, as if he was being stared at viciously by a ferocious demonic beast, all taken together, it made Chen Mo feel that his guess didn't seem to be wrong.

Chen Mo couldn't help but pat his head in annoyance, he regretted a little why he didn't snatch the scroll of how to cultivate this knife on Rui Yanghua's body in the first place, with Rui Yanghua's state of being almost scared half to death, Chen Mo believed that if he grabbed it, he would definitely be able to snatch it.

And it's a no-brainer.

However, Chen Mo soon stopped dwelling on this issue, this is not his character.

If one method can't solve it, then change the method, there are many ways to solve the problem in this world, and do you care about this one?

Isn't it just a knife trick, isn't it just nothing! It's a big deal to split a thousand times, ten thousand times, and a hundred thousand times, Chen Mo really doesn't believe that he will be able to do it.

However, splitting 100,000 times is a bit nonsense in Chen Mo's opinion, and it is estimated that the person who created this set of magic skills did not split 100,000 times.

Chen Mo found a target, a huge piece of granite, although the granite is very hard, it is still a bit impractical to want to destroy a third-grade demon soldier, not to mention that it is still the best abyssal beast soul devouring knife among the three grades.

Chen Mo completely regarded the granite in front of him as an imaginary enemy, and split it down again and again according to the stone.

It's just that I don't know who he thinks of this granite as, maybe the person who sneezes knows, but definitely not him.

Chen Mo's eyes were mixed with anger, again and again, every time he split out, Chen Mo used all his strength, and after a while, Chen Mo was sweating profusely, his clothes were already wet with sweat, and the granite in front of Chen Mo was not at all like before.

Chen Mo sat on the ground with his buttocks, and then he started to practice magic skills cross-legged, and after his physical strength was exhausted, cultivating magic skills would have the consequence of getting twice the result with half the effort, many people knew this, but few people would be as desperate as Chen Mo, after all, the consequences of exhausting his physical strength were not comfortable.

The earth qi continued to infiltrate into Chen Mo's body, constantly nourishing Chen Mo's body, and Chen Mo's body became stronger unconsciously, but the process was a bit long, so long that Chen Mo couldn't feel that his body had become stronger.

After sitting on the ground for two hours, Chen Mo returned to a full state again, without rest, for Chen Mo, cultivation is rest.

Raising the Abyssal Beast Soul Devouring Knife in his hand, Chen Mo slashed down at the granite in front of him again, so far, Chen Mo still had no clue, which made him very unhappy.

However, if you are not happy, Chen Mo always has to continue, because a little failure will be decadent, this is obviously not Chen Mo's character.

The experience of his youth has long made Chen Mo forge a strong heart, no matter how big the setback, he can bear it.

A thousand times, one thousand and one hundred times, one thousand five hundred times, two thousand times, Chen Mo sat on the ground again due to physical exhaustion.

And then there was endless cultivation.

It's like a cycle, but Chen Mo is happy to do it.

Although the Abyssal Beast Chen Mo still didn't have any concept, Chen Mo could clearly feel that he was becoming more and more familiar with the Abyssal Beast Soul Devouring Knife, although it had not yet reached the point of doing whatever he wanted, but it was not as strange as before.

The sound of gold and stone intersecting swirled in the small valley, sparks flew, stone chips fluttered, and a sweaty teenager was sweating with his persistence.