"I'm cultivating dead air." Her voice was bright and cheerful, as if she was saying something very new and funny.

This kind of performance made Liang Lao look at her several times, the people of the demon clan practiced a wide variety of exercises, and it was not for nothing that involved resentment and death, but it was always based on demonic energy.

It was the first time he had seen someone who said that he majored in death qi like this.

"You might wield a corpse?"

Bai Mo shook his head and smiled slightly: "No, although I rely on corpse cultivation to advance, I don't know how to control corpses." ”

She changed the topic again: "However, I can strip the dead air of the outside world for my own strength, and the stronger the dead air, the stronger my strength will be." “

As soon as Bai Mo's words came out, before the two of them could behave, they heard a voice full of suspicion.

"What kind of dead air can you peel off?" A man wrapped in black appeared in shape, holding a sword in his arms and looking at Bai Mo.

As soon as this man appeared, Liang Lao, who was originally dominant, automatically took a step back and gave up the dominance to this person.

Bai Mo looked at these silent eyes, but on the surface she was unaware, she turned her head to look at the man in black who suddenly appeared, and said, "It's okay, it's okay on the corpse, on the object, and on the water soaked in the corpse." ”

The man in black looked Bai Mo up and down several times, put his palm facing up in front of her, stared at her, and conjured up a palm-sized jade plaque.

This is a broken jade plaque, dark red lines like congealed blood, crawling all over the jade plaque.

Bai Mo took it in his hand, and he felt the thick dead air absorbed in it. She looked up and saw that the man in black was still staring at her.

Bai Mo pursed his lips and returned his gaze to the jade plaque in his hand.

The dead air on this is not only thick, but also unusually familiar.

If she guessed correctly, this jade medal should have come from the battlefield of gods and demons.

She urged the aura in her body, and wisps of black mist spread outward from the jade plate, and the red lines on the jade plate became more and more vivid, as if it was really flowing, emitting a faint red light.

This is actually the ability of the original owner of the body, as a snow python who was born, grew up, and successfully transformed in the corpse-filled place of the god and demon battlefield, she is naturally different from ordinary snow pythons.

For example, this ability to absorb dead air.

Guan Zhuo rubbed his arms, and secretly said an evil door in his heart, but he couldn't help but observe secretly.

"Is that okay?" Bai Mo handed the jade plaque that had absorbed the dead qi to the man in black.

He took the token and found that there was not a trace of dead air left.

"Come with me." As he spoke, he lifted Bai Mo's collar and disappeared directly.

White Ink: ???

It's the first time she's been carried away like a chick!

Bai Mo, who was thrown to the ground, trembled and pointed at the man in black.

"You're insane!"

I remember you! You'd better not fall into my hands in the future!

But the culprit didn't take it seriously at all.

"Lord." He saluted and walked behind her.

Bai Mo also turned around and watched him walk to the man in the seat, bending down to plot something.

Demon Venerable Thousand Ponds!

Then this black-clad person is a subordinate.

Aren't there only a few under the Demon Venerable who are reused?

Bai Mo was thinking about it when she saw Qianchi's eyes looking at her, and the eyes of the two happened to collide together.

Chichi's cold gaze was not mixed with a trace of emotion, and he looked at her as if he were looking at a dead thing.

This made Bai Mo very uncomfortable.