The night was deep.

In the valley of the island, the beard rises from the ground.

"Alas, old arms and old legs. The old scholar hammered his waist with his fist.

Seeing this scene, Bai Ya couldn't help but recall the situation in the dock of Crescent Harbor, where Cang Xu smoothed his facial wounds and healed them directly.

"Lord Cangsu is a necromancer, and his body has also been transformed by necromancy, will he also be tired?" Bai Ya wondered.

Mane Ge crossed his arms and watched coldly.

After an hour-long carving and arrangement, the ground of the valley and the surrounding mountain walls are now densely textured.

These lines are thick and thin, some are straight like swords, and some are curved like vines.

Cang Xu frowned slightly, and after checking it one last time, after confirming that it was correct, he began to infuse his magic power into this temporary alchemy circle.

As more and more mana power was delivered, the striped path gradually lit up, and soon the entire alchemy circle was lit up.

The light gradually condensed, forming a huge white ball of light in the center of the circle.

"Success!" Seeing the ball of light stabilize, Cangsu's face turned happy.

The order has already been decided.

The three knives carried the soul crystal in their arms, and under the gaze of everyone, they walked into the white ball of light.

The brilliance had no effect on the three swords, but the soul crystal in the goblin's hand quickly dissipated in the white light, turning into pitch-black smoke, quickly transforming the white ball of light into a black ball.

A vortex is formed in the black ball, and the vortex continues to circulate, making a whining sound.

After a dozen breaths, the black ball turned into a white ball of light again.

The goblin three knives walked out of the ball of light in high spirits.

Someone asked in a loud voice, "How do you feel?"

"Great!" said Mito, smiling.

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After he walked out, he was also in good spirits, and his previous fatigue was swept away, and he sincerely admired: "It is worthy of the famous soul crystal." ”

But Cangsu reminded: "This is just your delusion, your spirit has been suddenly increased, but the physical exhaustion still exists, and you can't be careless." ”

Mango is in seventh place.

The knight boy was in tenth place.

After consuming a soul crystal, he felt a sense of clarity and a tremendous sense of relaxation.

Cangsu said: "My lord, you have signed a lot of contracts recently. There are magical covenants, and there are secret covenants, all of which can be binding and burdensome to your body and soul. ”

Obviously, the improvement of mental power is making this burden less.

Contracts with lower levels make it difficult to bind objects with higher health levels.

As for why it's a covenant, not a slave contract or something.

This is because although Golden Chin and Sea Serpent were captured by a group of Knight Boys, they first took refuge in the Empire. If the boy and others also have their backs to the empire, it is not appropriate to execute them.

Secondly, they are members of the Firebeard Pirate Regiment. Whether you kill them or enslave them, you will make the Firebeard Pirates enemies. It's not worth the cost.

Finally, the boy had to consider the monument as a factor.

White Bud is at the bottom of the list.

Spirulina comforted him, saying that there was still hope for a mutation in the bloodline.

But that hope is very slim.

Bai Ya had a resentment in his heart that he couldn't express himself, and he didn't give up the right to use the soul crystal this time.

"Maybe the improvement of my spiritual power can help me in my cultivation. Bai Ya held this lucky idea, secretly came to the corner alone, and began to practice vindictively.

There is no long rope to shake for him, but he has mastered the trick of muscle movement, and swinging his arms can also be very efficient.

The improvement of mental power is indeed obvious.

He sensed the generation of vindictive energy more clearly than before.

The wisps of vindictive energy, between existence and non-existence, are slowly produced, and then quickly disappear in the process of pervasiveness.

White Bud: "......"

Soul crystals were indeed of little help to the cultivation of Dou Qi.

On the contrary, the improvement of his mental power made Bai Ya see the cruel truth about his qualifications more clearly.

After practicing for a while, the resentment and frustration in Bai Ya's chest made it difficult for him to control himself. He clenched his fists and looked up at the deep night sky. He had a strong urge to shout and roar at the sky, to the gods.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and forcibly endured.

The young man did not know that everything he showed had fallen into the eyes of Cyanobacteria.

Cyanobacteria sighed and did not step forward to comfort them.

Because he knows that comfort is useless.

White Bud needs to come to terms with this brutal truth. Cyanobacteria even felt that the words he had comforted Bai Ya about the mutation of his bloodline before made Bai Ya even more painful.

Because it gives White Bud hope.

And hope, which makes people yearn for it, leads to suffering.

"He needs to be alone to face reality. Eventually, the blue-green algae left silently.

He also began to practice.

Unlike White Bud, he has a bronze-level talent.

In his body, the fighting spirit was constantly generated. Whether it is the speed of production or the scale, it is much more than the white bud. The fighting spirit is like a mist, enveloping the body of cyanobacteria.

Spirulina, however, sighed in her heart.

Just like Bai Ya hopes to become a bronze fighter himself, Cyanobacteria also aspires to become a black iron level for many years.

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No matter how hard he tried and tried his best, there was no sign of success. Not a single bit.

Bloodlines create a chasm between people and people.

But cyanobacteria have long been used to it.

The mental journey that Bai Ya is going through is what he has walked. It is also the heart path that countless transcendent people have walked throughout the ages.

In the dark, he sat on the ground in ashes.

It is surrounded by dense island rainforest.

The pirates, led by ashes, were sleeping with their eyes closed and some around the campfire. There are also some of them, scattered around, serving as guards.

A body of ash is cultivating fighting qi.

His lower body was still, but his hands were in constant motion.

Sometimes he pointed at him like a sword, sometimes his hands were clawed, sometimes he plunged one finger into the fist of the other hand, and kept thrusting and thrusting.

This is the cultivation method of the Gray Mist Douqi.

He has a silver-level bloodline, so the generation of fighting spirit is another atmosphere.

Streams of fighting energy emanated from the tips of his fingers, then collected into the palms of his hands, and flowed down his arms like a stream. A steady stream of continuous penetrations into the depths of his body.

The night faded, and dawn came.

Dressed in gray, he slowly opened his eyes.

He felt tired.

Dou Qi practice is a difficult and painstaking process, digging strength from the body, so it is easy to get tired.

If you keep cultivating, the limit of being gray is one day and one night. Now he is far from reaching his limit.

Because this is in the wild, it is not a good environment for cultivation. A body of ash needs to be kept in shape, and you can't squeeze yourself to the limit. Just like Mango trained the pirates on the Birdie, he never did his best. It is necessary to maintain a certain state to prepare for sudden battles.

But this is not the main reason why he stopped cultivating in ashes.

The "Gray Squirrel...... has always been worried about the sunken ship.

This ship has a very special meaning for him.

He needs to salvage the Squirrel and make repairs.

But this behavior is dangerous.

At the place where the Gray Squirrel sank, there must have been someone watching the meat.

Grey needs a good opportunity, and at the same time, it needs the help of others.

The knight boy was the one he turned to for help, and the former also made a request - he needed his performance.

"Credit!" is how a body of ash is understood.

"Get up, don't sleep anymore. We want to explore the whole island as soon as possible. "Wake up all the pirates he leads.

The pirates didn't get a good night's sleep, and they muttered.

"No, it's just dawning. ”

"Didn't Captain Longfu say that he wouldn't set sail until the afternoon. ”

"We collected a lot of food and water, enough to make a difference, and we were all gray. ”

Shaking his head in a gray face, he wanted to finish exploring the island and draw a map.

It's a small credit, but it adds up.

He knew in his heart that although he and Longfu signed an alliance, in fact, the relationship between the two sides was not equal, and there was a difference between the upper and lower.

He has a silver-level cultivation in gray, and at the same time, he has long been a pirate, and he has a small reputation.

The pirates, though reluctant, did not dare to disobey his orders. Soon they continued their journey.

The sky is getting brighter, which makes it more convenient for the gray group to explore.

Just as the sun was rising over the sea, a gray man and the others crossed the entire island and came to the other side.

The waves were churning, and suddenly a group of pirates spun out of the reef.

When both sides saw each other, they were stunned.

The gray body looked at it quickly, and his eyes quickly stopped on the other party's small leader. The leader of this group of pirates was a bronze fighter with a scimitar at his waist.

The other party was also looking dusty.

"Orc?" The characteristics of a gray squirrel man are very obvious.

"Aristocrat?" is dressed in gray clothes, the accessories are also exquisite, and the body is straight, especially the neckline is tightly buttoned, giving people a meticulous feeling.

"Silver?!" The gray aura made the other pirate's heart skip a beat.

"Wait, you're ......" The bronze leader hesitated for a moment, he thought of his gray identity.

But the next moment, a gray man shot blatantly!

He stepped forward, swinging his sword and quickly piercing through the opposing team.

The rapier flickered a few times in the crowd, as if a few silver lightning bolts were born out of thin air.

The pirates of the Justice had just reacted, and they had stopped at the end of the opposing team.

The bronze little head stared at his round eyes and covered his neck. But the blood still couldn't stop, gushing out from between his fingers.

One by one, the pirates behind him fell to the ground and never got back up.

Later, the little boss also collapsed on the damp and icy reef, his face full of fear and shock before he died.

The sharp swordsmanship of the gray made the pirates of the Justice also shake it.

They were about to cheer, but they were stopped by a shout: "Shut up, fools, do you want the enemy to discover us?"

"That's right, they're all pirates!" said an old pirate, looking at the corpses on the ground.

"Whose people are they?"

"It's not a merchant ship, so we don't need to provoke our colleagues for no reason, right?"