When fighting with the Demon Tiger, Qin Mo once again cast the stars in his palm, this time he obviously felt that the wisp of silver true qi was a little stronger, the silver true qi seemed to be extremely powerful, but Qin Mo felt that the wisp of true qi seemed to be conscious, as if something was residing in his body, this feeling of not being able to control himself made Qin Mo have a bad premonition.

After dealing with his own demon tiger, Qin Mo didn't want to waste time, so he quickly rushed to the battle group composed of Zi Han and Jade Spirit, fighting side by side with the two women.

Before Qin Mo arrived, the second daughter had already turned from passive at the beginning to take the initiative to completely suppress this fourth-order intermediate realm demon tiger, but it was still difficult to take its life for a while.

There are already a few sword marks on the body of the Demon Tiger, and the two beauties are still beautiful and dusty, without a trace of damage, obviously these two people did not do their best, which also directly shows the strength of the second daughter.

Although the two girls were entangled with the Tiger King just now, they also saw Qin Mo's means of killing the Demon Tiger, at this time, the two joined forces to play dozens of sword qi at the same time, and the two-color sword qi formed a dense sword net to slash towards the Demon Tiger, steadily suppressing the Demon Tiger, creating an opportunity for Qin Mo to get close to the Demon Tiger, so that Qin Mo could kill the Demon Tiger.

When the sword qi of the second daughter was about to be dispersed by the demon tiger, Qin Mo instantly flashed to the back of the demon tiger, and the entire palm turned into a sharp knife and stabbed into the back of the demon tiger, the demon tiger looked up to the sky and roared, shaking the surrounding trees and falling leaves, and then Qin Mo violently exerted force, and most of his entire arm was submerged into the body of the demon tiger, and with a click, the back of the demon tiger was cut off, and the right hand that was submerged in the demon tiger's body burst out with a fierce energy, completely shattering the demon tiger's internal organs, and the demon tiger died completely before he could let out a scream, and there was no trace of life.

The three rules of killing the enemy are vividly displayed.

Of course, if it weren't for the fact that Yu Ling and Zi Han had been entangled with the Demon Tiger for a long time before, and the Demon Tiger was seriously injured, Qin Mo would not have been able to easily kill the Fourth-Order Demon Tiger with one blow.

Now there are only two Demon Tigers left, Qin Mo didn't stay long, his current situation is already extremely bad, so there is no need for him to meddle in dealing with the other two Demon Tigers and Demon Tigers.

When he left, the two demon tigers were already covered in scaly wounds, and their speed was much slower, although the eight people were all more or less injured, but they did not hurt the roots, it was only a matter of time before the demon tigers were killed, plus the idle Zi Han and Yu Ling, the battle could be solved soon.

Qin Mo walked straight back to his thatched hut, cleaned it and began to meditate and cultivate to recover his vitality.

By the time he woke up from his meditation, it was already dusk, the entire universe was peaceful and peaceful, Qin Mo walked out of the house and breathed deep in the fresh air, and the whole person returned to a state full of energy. Although the injuries on the body have not fully recovered, they have not affected anything, and they can recover naturally if they recuperate.

Qin Mo found the old man of the blood son and briefly explained to him the situation of today's task, the old man of the blood son was not very satisfied with the performance of several people, and then began to scold all the people in front of Qin Mo.

Long Han, who is strong in cultivation, likes to be close to the hard, and is once again called a second fool by the old man of blood;

The old man of the blood felt that Tie Chenfeng did not play the due role of the treasure flag in his hand, and was "named" by the old man of the blood son, Tie Hanhan;

Of course, Qin Mo was also among those who were scolded, and became the third person to be given a name—the old man of blood called it black soil.

Everyone else was also scolded for their bloody heads, and the old man scolded everyone enough before pointing out everyone's problems in the battle, including the grasp of the timing point, the evaluation of their own combat power and the combat power of the target, the prediction of the attack of the demon tiger, the control of the relative position between themselves and the target, and the coordination between each other.

Qin Mo recalled his battle process according to the hints of the old man of the blood son, it was true that he had ignored a lot of details and missed a lot of opportunities to seriously injure the demon tiger, after listening to the old man's instructions, everyone felt empowered.

For Tie Chenfeng, Long Han, Zi Han, Yu Ling and other people who have big forces behind them, they have also received the guidance of their elders before, but in the past, the guidance of the elders was often in the cultivation of Xuangong and the training of exercises, compared to the guidance of the old man of the blood son is more practical, and his guidance is more focused on how to grasp and create opportunities to defeat the opponent.

Everyone's respect for the old man of the blood child is a little more.

After Qin Mo left, he didn't go back to his thatched hut, but let go of his body and mind and wandered around in the Holy Mansion Realm.

Unconsciously, the sky had completely darkened, Qin Mo sat down on a boulder on a small hillside, and a gust of mountain wind blew to make him feel a chill.

The night in the Sacred Mansion Realm was very quiet, and it was pitch black all around, without a single sound.

Such a night is easy to stir up people's thoughts, Qin Mo thought of what had happened recently, from the Demon Clan to the Xuantian Gate to the current Holy Mansion Universe Realm, these things had nothing to do with him in the slightest, but due to various reasons, he was unknowingly involved again.

Such an aimless life, full of sinister and passionate, is very suitable for his casual and free character, but if life goes on aimlessly like this, what fun is there. What is the way forward?

Thinking of this, Qin Mo felt a burst of emptiness in his heart, and quietly looked at the night sky, there are no stars in this universe, and legend has it that there are only stars in the top-level universe, and that kind of universe can almost be a realm of its own.

But no one has ever seen it, only the predecessors left such a legend, maybe this is just a myth made up by the ancestors in order to encourage future generations to move towards a higher realm on the path of cultivation.

Who has what it takes to create a world?

The night was so quiet, I don't know how long it took for Qin Mo to feel that he had entered a strange world, it was a vast space with no end in sight, without any fluctuations of life, no mountains and rivers, and only endless cold sand.

Qin Mo looked around, and in addition to sand or sand, there was only a not-so-bright light in the distant sky.

Qin Mo smiled bitterly, he thought that this was just a reaction to his state of mind at this time, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's a pity that there is no life in such a vast world, if anyone can plant a tree here, maybe this will be a different scene." ”

As soon as Qin Mo's words fell, a grain of light yellow-brown sand slowly descended from somewhere, and Qin Mo subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the grain of sand.

The yellow-brown sand was very light, and Qin Mo held it in his palm and observed it carefully.

Looking closer, it turned out that this was not a grain of sand at all but a shriveled seed, this seed was so ordinary that people couldn't tell what kind of plant seed it was, Qin Mo saw this seed and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, this feeling was very peculiar, although it was just a shriveled seed, it gave people infinite vitality and hope, and at the same time gave people a kind feeling.

When Qin Mo looked at the seed in his hand again, he was surprised to find that the shriveled seed had actually grown several hairy fine roots, and what surprised Qin Mo even more was that the seed had unconsciously taken root in his palm and was absorbing Qin Mo's blood at the moment.

Wisps of blood are flowing down those thin roots into the shriveled seeds, and the shriveled seeds are slowly undergoing subtle changes, as more and more blood is inhaled, the whole seed is gradually full, and the vitality emitted is becoming more and more intense.

Qin Mo did not stop this process from happening, he felt that he had a sense of blood connection with that seed, and he could even feel the rhythm coming from the seed, that rhythm was very familiar, it seemed that it should have been, Qin Mo quietly looked at the changing seed in his hand, just like a mother looking at her child, there was a faint expectation in his heart.

The seeds slowly expanded, and finally the seed coat cracked, and a light yellow-green seedling came out of the cracked seed coat, and the whole seedling only had two leaves, which were as crystal clear and full of vitality as carved by warm jade, and Qin Mo even felt a trace of warmth and kindness.

Although Xiao Miao continued to absorb Qin Mo's blood, there was no sign of continuing to grow, but the lines on the leaves gradually became clearer.

At this moment, Qin Mo felt a gust of cold wind blowing, he blinked subconsciously, and the next moment he reappeared on the boulder, and the little seedling in his hand had disappeared.

Qin Mo said to himself: "What a strange dream, what does this dream mean? Could it be hinting at something? If it wasn't a dream, then what happened just now?"

There always seemed to be an invisible big hand controlling everything, Qin Mo didn't like this feeling of not being able to control his own fate, and subconsciously clenched his fists.

The night was already very deep, and he could already feel the wetness of the dew, Qin Mo let go of his clenched hands, shook his head, got up and left, and walked towards his grass hut.