"Exactly."

I don't know why the other party suddenly changed his attitude, but Mo Xiaoyou didn't dare to slack off, the natal stone was quickly pressed on the scimitar, and a suction force suddenly absorbed the palace beauty man, and in the process of going from the place to the natal stone, a black gas gradually separated from the palace beauty man.

The volume of black gas is about one-third of the image of a beautiful man, but the texture is obviously more viscous, and it is obvious that the resentment is much heavier than the soul.

The ink demon first made a seal in his hand and sucked out the beautiful man in palace clothes who had become transparent, and then gradually controlled his resentment and wanted to pull it into his natal stone, but at this moment, the resistance suddenly appeared.

"Tsk, your stone body is really not ordinary ugly!" The voice first sighed, and then asked, "What do you want this grudge for?" Tugging at a black, sticky resentment, the voice seemed effortless.

"On the one hand, we will strengthen ourselves, and on the other hand, we will prevent the poison of the world." The ink demon replied.

She knew that any cover-up and justification in front of a fellow clan who claimed to be a reincarnation demon was a joke, and it was better to admit it generously, which would be more neat.

"You're being honest." The voice muttered, "Mingren doesn't say dark words, I also need this resentment to strengthen myself, how about meeting and sharing half?" ”

"This scimitar was actually made of your stone body, right? That's why you're stuck in this realm and can't go back? Mo Xiaoyou did not reply positively, but asked questions.

"You're not stupid." The voice first praised the ink demon, and then urged impatiently: "Are you willing or unwilling?" ”

"Naturally, yes. This split soul is condensed by you first, as long as you go half of the resentment, there is even a little loss. ”

Mo Xiaoyou's mouth was flattering, and listening to the voice made her move faster, Mo Xiaoyou's judgment was more certain - this voice couldn't swallow all the grievances at once.

Although it relied on its own ability to absorb all the sub-souls related to the Confucius, it did not have the ability to devour these sub-souls, and even the resentment in them could not be fully digested.

However, this is not the end of the ink demon's current focus. With so many resentments, with her ability, she couldn't turn them all into her own use, but now that she has a helper, it is more in line with her heart.

However, there is one more thing to ask: "How did you condense these resentments?" ”

"I still use cohesion?! Uncle, I sat at home behind closed doors, and someone brought me these foods! The voice was very proud at this.

"What does the person who brought you food look like?"

"Hmm...... It seems that the black hair, small eyes, and smiling eyes are all slit. It's funny to watch. ”

Is it a rainbow demon again...... Hearing such a description, Mo Xiaoyou somehow thought of Zhang Sibo for the first time, he could send news to the magic lamp, and naturally he could send resentment to the scimitar. However, how did he get the resentment of the hole bird?

Before she could figure it out, the energy in her body that was about to explode drew her attention away. She pushed the wheelchair closer to Kong Lingyu, and patted his arm hanging by her side from behind, and the distraction contained in her palm was slapped into the palm of the other party's hand.

"Kong Lingyu, give!"

Originally, Kong Lingyu was still struggling with whether to raise his hand to push open the metal door in front of him, but when he was interrupted by Mo Xiaoyou, he breathed a sigh of relief, it was better to improve his strength first. This door feels too dangerous for him, if he is stronger, he will be more sure when dealing with changes.

For a while, neither of them spoke, only the rising momentum around them showed that both of them were making rapid progress.