The building on the high platform of the square is made of huge stone blocks throughout, and it is an extremely magnificent stone hall. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the center of the stone hall, a bonfire is burning, a whole body is dark, the ugly stone tripod is on the fire, the hot steam in the tripod is steaming, I don't know what is cooking.

Because the distance was too far, and there seemed to be a layer of black light around the stone tripod, Guo Qingyang stared, but he still couldn't see what was in the tripod.

In the stone hall, there is only one Iron Armor Demon.

Unlike those who were tall and strong, with knotted muscles in their scales, this Iron Demon was obviously old and about to die, with a thin body and a slight back.

On the square under the high platform, more than a hundred extremely strong ironclad demon warriors were neatly arranged, and there was not a single sound, and the scene was extremely serious.

Seeing the heat steaming in the stone tripod on the fire, the old man in the iron armor in the stone hall showed a hint of joy on his vicissitudes of life, and then turned around and grabbed a monster the size of a goat from the side.

The monster was wrapped in a layer of black fur, and its face was hideous, but in the hands of the old ironclad demon, it was trembling, as if it was terrified to the extreme.

"Quack, quack!"

An ugly laugh like the friction of two pieces of old bark came from the mouth of the old ironclad demon, who held the monster in one hand, drew a sharp dagger from his waist with the other, and walked back to the steaming stone ding.

"What is this for?"

Guo Qingyang was very puzzled, did he want to use that monster to cook a pot of soup to drink?

However, it's just a soup, so you don't need so many people to watch here, right? Guo Qingyang shook his head, staring at the movements of the old ironclad demon without blinking, to see what he was going to do next.

A sharp scream sounded, and the monster's throat had already been stabbed into the old ironclad demon with a dagger, and black blood flowed out of the wound and dripped into the stone tripod below.

As the dagger stabbed into the monster's throat, the old ironclad demon suddenly let out a low murmur, as if he was chanting some strange incantation.

The whole scene was silent, except for the jerky and ugly spell sound in the mouth of the old ironclad demon.

As the incantation sounded, a strange fluctuation seemed to flash in the space, and Guo Qingyang was horrified to find that a black shadow was actually pulled out of the monster's body by a strange force.

Look at the appearance of the black shadow that is constantly struggling, isn't it a copy of the monster!

"Holy, what is this, soul!"

Guo Qingyang's eyes widened, and he almost screamed, he quickly covered his mouth, suppressed the thick horror, and stared at what was happening in the stone hall with his eyes.

Although the monster's soul couldn't stop struggling, it couldn't resist the strange force at all, and it was finally completely pulled out of its body.

The old ironclad demon burst into a strange laugh in his mouth, threw away the dagger with one hand, and quickly made a few moves in the air, and then a little black light was quickly generated, and the old ironclad demon was in the soul of the monster with one hand.

At the moment when the black point of light was lit in the soul of the monster, Guo Qingyang's powerful spiritual perception seemed to hear a terrible hiss.

The monster's soul immediately turned into a cloud of black smoke and floated towards the steaming stone tripod below, and it completely disappeared in front of Guo Qingyang's eyes in a short time.

"Quack, quack!"

The old ironclad demon let out another terrible laugh, and then threw the monster in his hand into the stone tripod in front of him.

This was not the end, the old ironclad demon stepped aside again, grabbed a large number of plant rhizomes and a large handful of poisonous insects and other things, and added them to the stone tripod one after another.

Finally, after the heat in the stone tripod boiled violently again, the iron-armored demon's face suddenly became solemn, and he reached out and took out something from his arms.

Guo Qingyang's eyes widened again, and he was greatly surprised in his heart.

Because he found that what the old ironclad demon had taken out at this moment was really similar to the red beads he had harvested in the roots of the strange plant.

No, it's not like, the two are basically the same thing!

Looking at the solemn look on the old ironclad demon's face, Guo Qingyang knew that among the various strange things he added to the stone tripod, this red bead should be the most precious!

Could it be that the red beads in the root system of this strange plant are some kind of wonderful treasure?

Guo Qingyang couldn't help but have such a question in his heart.

Finally, the old ironclad demon pinched the moment and threw the red bead in his hand into the stone tripod.

A violent red light suddenly rose from the tripod, and the iron armor demon screamed in his mouth, his hands were as fast as lightning, and he quickly formed a magic seal, firmly covering the stone tripod, forcibly pressing the rich red light back.

"This old guy actually has such a terrifying calligraphy cultivation!"

Guo Qingyang was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but feel slightly jealous in his heart, and without a trace, he lowered his body and completely hid it in the grass.

The red light in the tripod gradually dimmed, and after a short time, it completely dissipated into nothingness.

The old ironclad demon finally showed a smile on his face, and suddenly looked up at the square under the high platform, and shouted something.

Next, Guo Qingyang saw an ironclad demon standing at the front of the crowd standing up with a happy face and striding towards the stone hall.

The old Iron Demon took out a stone bowl from the side, reached into the stone tripod, scooped out a bowl of steaming black juice, and handed it to the Iron Demon.

The ironclad demon took the stone bowl with a smile on his face, and raised his head to drink the bowl of black juice clean.

The next moment, as if he had been knocked with medicine, the ironclad demon put the stone bowl aside, and his fists clenched "bang bang bang" on his chest, his eyes full of excitement.

Although he didn't know what happened to the Iron Armor Demon, Guo Qingyang intuitively found that the strength of the Iron Armor Demon seemed to have suddenly improved.

"Damn, this is a perfect tonic soup!"

Guo Qingyang only felt that this scene was extremely strange, and he was deeply jealous of the unpredictable methods of these old iron-clad devils.

After waiting for a few minutes, the strong iron-armored golem finally digested the medicinal power of the bowl of black juice, bowed to the old ironclad demon in the stone hall, turned his head and walked down the high platform.

Next, the scene repeated, and another ironclad demon walked up to the high platform, entered the stone hall, took a bowl of black juice from the old ironclad demon's hand, and poured it into his stomach with his head up.

"If I can kill these guys, this hunt should be half complete, right?"

Somehow, such a thought suddenly rose in Guo Qingyang's mind, and it was unstoppable...... (To be continued.) )