"This wave is not a loss. ”

Looking at the little scarlet snake that was nailed to the ground by Mo Li and had lost its vitality, Shang Luo nodded, fortunately, he had watched some spy war dramas in his previous life, otherwise he would not necessarily think of returning a second time and fighting back to the operation of the carbine.

Of course, at first, he was not sure that there must be something hidden in this temple, nor did he know that this thing would be hidden in the first hall, the center of the eyebrows of the idol that he slashed in half.

However, his growing spiritual power had already enveloped the entire temple, and he would appear as soon as there was any movement.

Originally, Shang Luo was ready to leave after waiting another hour, although he was interested in what might exist in the temple, he couldn't just waste time on a guess that he wasn't sure enough.

You must know that the purple-robed bone shadow said that only by causing enough damage in this barbarian capital can you enter the White Bone Dao.

Big enough damage?

It's nothing more than killing barbarians, destroying buildings, and so on.

Up to now, there are not many small and weak barbarians in this royal capital, and the people who were still alive in Baigu Zhoushan have turned into ruthless harvesters, wantonly slaughtering those scattered barbarians, in a sense, barbarians are like monsters in some online games in the previous life, and now they have become a scarce commodity for players to upgrade, and many people grab monsters together, and it is not easy to find barbarians.

As for the meat grinding ground in the center of the royal capital, Shang Luo was not interested for the time being, the sky-rushing evil qi was almost faintly condensed into substance, like burning black wolf smoke, even if his strength increased greatly now, he would be in danger of dying if he went there if he was not satisfied.

Pulling out the ink and putting it into the sheath, at this moment, the surrounding ghost mist suddenly dispersed into two streams, one surrounded the scarlet snake, constantly wandering, Shang Luo actually felt a feeling of "a crying child is confined to the majesty of his parents and does not dare to speak", and the other is around him, constantly changing, as if begging.

The ghost mist has spirituality, Shang Luo has long known that after all, the main body of the ghost mist is transformed by the Yin and Netherworld aura, and it is born with a slight spirituality of a monk.

As more and more different monks devour the ghost mist, the spirituality of the ghost mist also becomes stronger and stronger, which is also the basis for the ghost mist to become one of the four veins of white bones, bones, corpses, fog, and ghosts.

"Swallow it. ”

Shang Luo thought for a moment, and then agreed, the reason why he hesitated for a moment was that he was worried that the spirit of the ghost mist was getting stronger and stronger, and he might be suspected of devouring the Lord in the future.

But it's like humans worrying that robots will rebel, it's almost impossible, after all, machines are made by humans, and the code is written by humans, if this can make robots rebel, it can only be said that humans don't want to live anymore, otherwise it's impossible.

In the same way, the ghost fog is also, in a sense, the ghost fog is an extension of the monk's limbs, if he is worried about the ghost fog rebellion, then in the future, when he encounters the best magic weapon, he will have to face the same troubles, the magic weapon has reached a certain level, and there is no existence of the machine spirit.

"Gods? It's okay, I was thinking about how to deal with it before, but since the ghost mist wants to swallow, it also saves me a lot of trouble. ”

Looking at the little scarlet snake that frantically pounced, like a ghostly mist of an idiot, Shang Luo pinched his chin and began to think.

Originally, he wanted to throw this little scarlet snake into the soul nourishing gourd to feed the two powerful ghosts, and in the books of the ghost sect that Yang Yue carried, there were relevant records, the essence of the gods was high, and it was the best food for ghosts, think about it, although this god of desire looked like a spicy chicken, but if it wasn't for the extremely high essence, how could Shang Luo's [Overlord Knife] secret method that had just 80% of it suddenly be upgraded?

The murderous and dead aura produced by killing gods is what makes the [Overlord Sword] advance by leaps and bounds.

But then he fell into a strange circle of suspicion, after all, whether it was Fang Dong or Zhou Hongyun, he had not yet been subdued, and now he was just imprisoned in the soul cultivator, rashly improving his strength, no matter how he thought about it, he was not stable.

As for refining into a white bone puppet, this little scarlet snake is transparent enough that it doesn't even look like it has bones, although the core of the white bone puppet is the soul, but the bones are the carrier.

"Change is happening very quickly!"

The little scarlet snake didn't look big, but the ghost mist devoured it was extremely slow, and now it was only about a thousandth of what it could swallow, but just this little bit made a big difference in the ghost mist.

In the surging gray-black mist, a faint red light appeared, although it was not obvious enough, but the surging ghost mist was condensing a serpentine shape.

Yin and Netherworld spiritual power poured out, cleaning up the dust and gravel on the ground, Shang Luo immediately sat cross-legged, the light in his hand flashed, and the animal skin scroll that he had just finished reading appeared, it seemed that the ghost fog wanted to devour it, and it would take a short time, and he happened to be interested in the content that he had just not finished, this volume tells the founding process of Aguru, the first barbarian king of the Great Barbarian Dynasty, the writing may be too immature, but there are a lot of secrets.

......

At the same time, thousands of kilometers away, two figures were walking towards the Xiangjia Temple.

It was none other than the two Liangguo people under Qian Duoduo, Li Qian and Xu Song.

"Bang. ”

Li Qian, who was tall and fat, kicked the stone at his feet violently, only to see the stone come out like a cannonball, and the powerful kinetic energy made it instantly penetrate a stone house, although it was too small to cause much damage to the stone house, but if it penetrated the human body, it was enough to disembowel a person.

"Are you crazy?"

Xu Song, who was thin and tall, like a bamboo pole, scolded in a low voice.

"Brother Qian didn't let us make too much of a fuss, did you forget?"

"I didn't forget. Li Qian said embarrassedly: "Didn't I kick it with my feet? Besides, didn't Brother Qian use his compass to find out? There are no powerful people around." ”

"What a compass. Xu Song corrected, and said in a tone that was half envious and half yearning: "That's called Xingyin Luo Tianpan, but it's a medium-grade magic weapon." ”

Although the two of them were born in the Liang country, one was the third son of the general in the north of the Liang country, and the other was the heir of the main family of the hidden family of the Liang country, but it did not mean that they could be given magic weapons.

In fact, including the vast majority of forces in the Xingluo, Ji Kingdom, Yi Kingdom, Liang Kingdom, and even the Chaos Domain, before the children of the family officially worship the Five Demons and Five Immortals Sect, they will rarely give them magic weapons, unless they are the kind of geniuses who have great potential and carry the family's future expectations.

But once they officially establish themselves in the sect, support will also follow, which is also to minimize the risk, after all, except for the powerful forces of the Five Demons and Five Immortals Sect, even the powerful families of the Ji Kingdom of the rank of the Seven Families cannot achieve the luxury of not taking magic weapons seriously.

Don't look at the many magic weapons in Shang Luo's hands, he also got them by killing or not killing the monks, especially among the twenty-three people he killed that day, many of them were leaders in their respective forces.