Just as Mu Ying was carefully observing the strange words on the ancient scroll, the red light on her wrist suddenly dissipated, and the entire room was plunged into darkness......

"Is this it..."Mu Ying frowned tightly in the darkness, judging from the reaction of the seal, what he held in his hand should be the spirit decision guided by the Demon Spirit Hundred Things, but he didn't know this text at all, how should he cultivate......

The mind kept thinking, and in the end, Mu Ying gritted her teeth and put the crimson scroll into her sleeve robe. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Little one, the time has come, get out of the cabinet." At this moment, the bluestone door suddenly opened, and an old voice came with a little majesty.

"Yes, Elder." Mu Ying responded, hurriedly got up and covered the seal on her wrist, and then randomly pulled out an ancient scroll from the bookshelf next to her, and hastily put it into her sleeve robe.

"Little one, why have you been delaying for so long?" The elder looked at Mu Ying who walked out of the Spirit Pavilion, and asked with a smile.

"Searched carefully." Mu Ying's left hand reached into the sleeve robe and took out two ancient scrolls, one red and one brown.

"The little guy's vision is not low, isn't it true that the countless spirit decisions in the Spirit Determination Pavilion are not in your eyes?" The elder laughed.

"The elder is serious, the kid is just not greedy enough, and he wants to accept it, so he hesitated for a long time." Mu Ying said with a smile.

"Good boy." The elder was amused by Mu Ying's dexterous answer, the spirit decisions in this Spirit Decision Pavilion were carefully selected by him one by one, and the junior commented on this, he was naturally quite pleased.

"Mu Ying boy, although according to the rules of the government, you need to collect a thousand years of monster spirits before you can advance, but I read that you survived in the second-order demon tide, this case, it is okay to break it." The elder looked at Mu Ying and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Mu Ying was also quite grateful, this demon tide level, he also heard about it along the way when he crossed the grassland before. Among those rumors, the most insignificant is the first-order demon tide. That is, the aimless and frequent demon tides in inaccessible areas, most of the human beings use them to train the children of the clan. The second-order demon tide is slightly aggressive, and the demon beasts are mostly commanded by goblins. The third-order demon tide is a battle launched by the demon king leading a large number of demon spirits against the human race.

And the fourth-order demon tide, since the collapse of the demon clan in ancient times, has appeared only a handful of times, and the most recent one is probably in the Yin Shang period.

"But Elder, maybe you don't need to make an exception for the kid." As soon as he flipped his hand, a wooden tablet appeared in Mu Ying's palm, and then he handed it to the elder with a smile.

"Huh?" The elder looked at the bamboo slip handed by Mu Ying, glanced at Mu Ying in surprise, and then stretched out a withered hand to take it.

"When Elder Fang Kun found the kid from outside the demon tide, he gave the kid a good deed, that good thing was a place where the corpses of demon beasts were piled up, those demon beasts were quite high in cultivation, they were killed by Elder Fang Kun, after a night, some souls have not dissipated, and the kid was lucky enough to collect the souls of this thousand years." Mu Ying said with a smile.

"Fang Kun? Why did the old fellow give you such a good thing? The elder was spreading out the wooden slip in his hand, and when he heard the words, he looked up and said in astonishment.

Mu Ying smiled bitterly and touched her nose, but did not answer.

"Since you don't want to say it, I won't force it." Seeing this, the elder smiled open-mindedly, and then said, "But you, the demon master, have also ended up right, so good." ”

Mu Ying smiled dryly, but there were some mixed feelings in her heart.

"Mu Ying boy, sit cross-legged on the wooden platform, and the old man will draw a pattern for you." The elder said as he reached out and pointed to a circular wooden platform in the center of the room.

Mu Ying slowly stepped on the wooden platform from the stairs, the circular wooden platform was about three feet high, surrounded by four layers of steps, and those steps were covered with candles, leaving only one passage for people to go up and down.

Mu Ying sat down cross-legged on the wooden platform, surrounded by tall and low candle flames, which reflected his still somewhat muddy sleeve robe like a sculpture.

The elder stood aside, his expression solemn, and suddenly his palm turned over, and a brush appeared out of thin air in the palm of his hand, which was about the thickness of his thumb, antique, and seemed to be soaked in lamp oil, and under the glow of the candle flame, the wooden rod of the brush was as crystal clear as amber.

Then, the elder took out a wooden box again, put his withered index finger on the small ring of the wooden box, and gently pulled it, and the wooden box filled with vermilion powder was half pulled out by him.

"Blood Spirit, now!"

The elder lifted his robe, revealing a withered arm full of gray lines, a gray close to jade, and shimmered in the somewhat dimly lit room.

Immediately after, the gray lines flashed, and a girl with shackles suddenly appeared beside the elder.

The girl was wearing a crimson dress, timidly half-bowing her head and quietly looking at Mu Ying, there was a blood-colored mark on her dirty little face, it seemed that because of anemia, her skin was a little strangely gray, and a pair of pale little hands in the sleeves had pinched the dress tightly since she appeared, exposing the little feet on the skirt, stepping on the cold bluestone ground, a thick black iron chain, locked between her ankles.

The elder's face remained unchanged, and he stretched out the brush with one hand, and pulled up the little girl's arm, which was clinging to the dress, and in an instant, the tip of the pen, which was as white as snow, slashed across the little girl's arm, and after a while, a stream of crimson blood poured out of the pale arm.

The girl bit her lip and looked down at her fleshy arm, her face did not change, but Mu Ying noticed that her toes on the cold ground were curled up tightly.

The blood gushed out like a spring, but it did not overflow, but strangely formed a rotating blood ball in the air, and the blood that gushed out later also turned into silk threads and continued to flow backwards towards the blood ball.

"Clotting." The elder said in a low voice with a stern tone.

Hearing this, the girl's black eyes blinked lightly, her eyes stared closely at the larger and larger blood ball, and suddenly, the red light flashed in the center of her black eyes......

Immediately, the blood cell began to shrink rapidly as if it had been compressed, and with this shrinkage, the blood cell gradually became a little viscous.

The compression lasted for a moment, and when the blood ball was compressed to a certain point, the elder suddenly used the small box just now to pack the blood ball into it. Then he put the box in his palm, the gray light flashed on the palm, his eyes were slightly closed, and his mouth was muttering.

And in her free time, Mu Ying was carefully looking at the little girl in the red dress. And it just so happened that the little girl with long black hair was also quietly looking at him.

Two pairs of dark black eyes, in this space, quietly met each other......