Of course, dying tragically at the hands of the White Bone Puppet he had refined, this kind of sad ending was not uncommon for White Bone Dao monks.

In the Six Demons, Five Immortals and Eleven Sects of the past, there has always been a popular opinion that only a madman would cultivate the evil and cruel technique of the White Bone Mound, which would always turn against the master.

And since he is a madman, he naturally can't expect a madman to have any reason.

In order to obtain pure and extreme strength, many White Bone Dao monks almost did not hesitate to live and die, and they ran wildly on the road of death all the time.

Every time, the number of disciples recruited by the White Bone Dao was the highest among all sects, but to this day, the number of its disciples is still at the bottom of the ten sects.

Among them, five or six out of ten disciples who die every year are self-immolation by playing with fire, being eaten by their own white bone puppets and dying, twenty-three out of ten are killed by the same sect, and the rest are killed by various other reasons.

"That purple-robed and white-bone puppet still retains his memory, and it seems that the owner of this white bone boat is afraid that he is also a madman among madmen in the White Bone Path. ”

Suddenly remembering the purple-robed bone shadow he saw on the deck more than ten days ago, the conversation between the other party and the girl of the Cui family was still in Shang Luo's mind, combined with the cultivation and study of the white bone mound these days, it was not difficult to guess that the purple-robed bone shadow was only controlled by the simplest first-level slave seal.

Listening to his generation, he is a master who became famous more than a hundred years ago, good at water law, and looking at his purple robe, he should be born in the Ziyang Sect.

This level of white bone puppet is only bound with a first-level slave seal, and Shang Luo doesn't know if the other party is a master of art and bold, or if his brain is going crazy.

When he returned to his No. 2 Prison, the bone door slammed against the door frame as usual, making a roaring sound, and two white bone golems escorting him away in an instant.

The sound of crying, roaring, and scolding was heard in my ears, and I heard it endlessly.

Of course, with the sharp decrease in the number of people these days, the loudness is much smaller, and it is also a lot hoarse, but the rest of the people have no sense of stopping, even late at night, the noise is still non-stop, and it is difficult for people to sleep.

Ten days after entering, people have been taken out to participate in the battle, and the battle object is the thousands of people gathered that night in the merchant town, and in each duel, only one person on the bone platform can survive.

The winner lives, and the loser dies.

The frequency of duels is uncertain, according to Shang Luo's observation of other people, it is generally once every three days, and in special cases, once every two days, or even once a day.

Today, eight days have passed, Shang Luo has participated in five duels, and his hands are also stained with the blood of five people.

It stands to reason that the people who have survived until now have more or less several lives in their hands.

But I have to say that some people, even if they have experienced the baptism of blood and the cruelty of reality, are still so naïve, they don't want to conserve their physical strength and rest, but they have to pin their hopes on the mysterious master on the bone boat.

If the noise was bearable, the smoky smell that surrounded his nose made Shang Luo extremely uncomfortable.

The smell of feces and urine, sweat, fox odor, and all kinds of miscellaneous smells are mixed together, smelling and smoking.

Although he can control his nose, close his nostrils, and breathe through his mouth, it is equally difficult to accept the smell of breath through his mouth.

"Smack. ”

Two pieces of shriveled flesh were thrown in through the gap in the bone door.

Shang Luo picked up the beast meat, walked to the corner, and sat down cross-legged.

These two ugly pieces of animal meat were his rations for three days.

Eating in this environment is obviously not a pleasure.

But Shang Luo still bit it.

The meat is hard and has a dark red skin, as if it was dried directly from raw, bloody.

Because of its hard skin, this meat is very difficult to eat, even with the seven-fold teeth of Shang Luo's refining body, it feels like chewing wood raw, and the taste is poor and hard, especially in this narrow and cramped environment, and it still exudes a stench environment, it always feels like eating in the toilet cubicle, and a nausea feels in the stomach from time to time.

However, with a trace of shredded flesh in the stomach, a ball of essence suddenly emerged in the stomach and abdomen.

In comparison, although this beast meat does not look good, the essence contained in it is not inferior to the flaming lion beast meat that Shang Luo once tasted.

The Flame Lion is a demon beast, after reading a large number of ancient books, Shang Luo is no longer the cultivator Xiaobai he used to be, he knows that even the weakest demon beast is not weaker in essence than the Spirit Sea Realm.

Moreover, demon beasts often have natal supernatural powers, which is the same as that of a Dragon Elephant Realm monk who refines the body.

Every time you ascend to a great realm, you will increase a supernatural power.

At this point, the demon beasts are a little more unique, because they are not like refining the body and still need all kinds of precious heavenly and earth treasures to break through the realm, often when the time comes, the power of the bloodline in the body will naturally boil, helping them break through the bottleneck and advance to the next realm.

This method relies heavily on the bloodline, and it is invincible for the demon beasts with strong bloodlines to break through, and the demon beasts with weak bloodlines will not have the potential to break through at all.

Moreover, because of the long lifespan of the demon beast, the growth is slow, which is far inferior to the human race refiner. With the addition of subjective initiative, supplemented by various body refining exercises, although the path taken by the human race body refiners is the same as that of demon beasts, they enter the realm faster.

In ancient times, the first vein of refining the body was to imitate the creation of demon beasts, but in the end, the disciple far surpassed the master, and the main force at the end of the ancient heavenly demon era was the refining vein of the human race.

After Shang Luo swallowed all the two pieces of beast meat, the fiery essence was born from his stomach, and then began to roll and shuttle in every inch of skin and flesh in his body.

A faint red light shrouded the surface of the body, as if it was covered by a faint layer of flames.

The surging energy contained in the flesh and blood of the demon beast was like a transformation, making Shang Luo's body strengthen step by step.

When the boiling essence in his body was exhausted, the red glow on the surface of Shang Luo's body gradually weakened.

"Whew. ”

He let out a long breath of fiery white gas.

"Although I couldn't break through the eightfold refining body, it accelerated the process of accumulating my foundation. ”

Feeling the subtle changes inside his body, Shang Luo opened his eyes with satisfaction, and the essence light flashed, as if even the darkness could be torn apart.

In the end, it is the sevenfold refining body, before he relied on devouring the flesh of the Flame Lion to advance to the first level of refining the body, there is no good thing, as his physical body is strengthened, the gain of the demon beast's flesh and blood on him will become smaller and smaller.

"However, the White Bone Dao cultivates disciples at the expense of blood. ”

Licking his lips, Shang Luo sighed in his heart.

Even in the eyes of a Spirit Sea Realm cultivator like Yang Yue, the flesh and blood of demon beasts are not low.

At some point, in some places, in some cases, the flesh and blood of demon beasts can even be used as currency, playing the same role as spirit stones.