Long.

Lu Tu slowly opened his eyes.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the light curtain in front of him again.

【Lu Tu--】

[Essence: Weird - Lord of the Mutated Skull.] 】

[Realm: Into the bone (Seven Turns of Spirit). 】

[Talent: Soul Snatcher; Soul Thorn; Deter; Bloodmare Heart (Pseudo). 】

[Spell: Soul Thorn; Seven Fists. 】

[Life level: There is a lack of spirit. 】

[Fate: Evil qi is born, heaven and earth are self-generated, due to unknown existence, mutated into the lord of the ghost skull clan, and then perfectly snatched the soul of people, and promoted to the spirit of the lacking. 】

His eyes fell on the realm of the treacherous four turns, his eyebrows raised slightly, and there was some surprise in his eyes.

Spiritual power cultivation has actually reached the realm of seven turns?

But after thinking about it carefully, Lu Tu's heart was instantly relieved.

"I think it was the soul thorn that absorbed the souls of those people, and the spiritual power increased, which led to an increase in cultivation."

Since the three turns of the spirit, the soul thorn has also undergone a mutation.

Possessed the ability to suck the souls of gods.

When he was destroying the Duan family before, he noticed it.

It's just that the devouring divine soul at that time was too weak and didn't think much about it.

After all, he couldn't go to Jingcheng to kill and hunt monks, right?

This is no different from actively seeking death.

I didn't expect the mutation of the soul thorn to make a great contribution tonight.

Weird is different from the human race, and wants to improve his cultivation.

In addition to relying purely on oneself to absorb spiritual power over time and slowly improve.

There is also a shortcut to the sky, and that is to devour the soul of the human race.

The stronger the devouring soul, the more spiritual power it will get.

Tonight, he killed and devoured the souls of more than fifty monks, and his spiritual power cultivation reached this realm, but it was also said in the past.

"That's fine, and you don't have to worry about your spirituality being wasted." Lu Tu pursed his lips and smiled.

The current change just solved the doubts he had always had in his mind.

You must know that the strange cultivation is a monk who turns four to nine turns and is equivalent to entering the bone realm.

When the next evolution comes, the cultivation of this body will be able to reach the cultivation level, which corresponds to the spirit level.

But how will the realm of being weird change?

If you only ascend once, you will not waste the spirituality that has been consumed.

Spirits, although the spirits and monsters are said to be one word different, but they are worlds apart.

And now, with another evolution, if you want to accumulate the light of evolution again, the required spirituality will inevitably be multiplied.

He couldn't have met with such a good thing tonight every time.

Besides, no matter how advanced this body's cultivation is, it is only a foreign object after all, and sooner or later it will be separated.

Now he can improve his spiritual power cultivation by devouring the divine soul, but it is for him not to worry about spiritual power cultivation in the future.

The thought fell, and his mind moved slightly, dispersing the light curtain in front of him.

Immediately, his eyes turned, and his gaze fell on the belongings piled up under his feet, as well as Yan Zhichu's body.

Now it's time to deal with the aftermath.

Ignoring the things he had inspected, Lu Tu took off his night clothes and wrapped them all.

Then he picked up Yan Zhizhi with one hand and ran in the direction where Chang Dian Yuan was.

After the figure vanished.

Not far from the forest, a large number of wild beasts suddenly rushed out and rushed to the shore of the secluded pool.

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The night was full of gloom and gloom.

In the mountains and forests of ink.

Lu Tu carried a simple package, carrying two figures in his left and right hands, and quickly shuttled through the forest.

Less.

With a glimmer of light gradually emerging in the field of vision.

He paused and stopped.

"This place is not far from the gathering place of Wanbaolou, and I don't think there will be any fierce beasts coming." Lu Tu muttered to himself.

Immediately, he jumped up and placed Yan Chuchu on top of several intersecting tree trunks.

Then he turned and jumped down.

After discerning the direction slightly, he quickly left with Chang Dian Yuan.

And the direction of its heading is outside Qingcheng Mountain.

For this, Lu Tu already had an idea in his heart.

Now that his cultivation has improved, his spiritual power in his body has increased greatly, and his speed of traveling with the help of his own spiritual power has also improved a lot.

Therefore, he planned to place Chang Dian Yuan in Qingshan Town overnight.

After waiting for this matter, he will be tortured and asked for his exercises.

Half an hour later.

Qingshan Town, in a room on the second floor of an inn.

Lu Tu looked at Chang Dian Yuan, who was tied up with five flowers on the bed and fell into a coma.

He shook the little white powder from his fingertips.

The powder was a drug found in looted things.

He directly stuffed a whole packet of doses into the other party's mouth, which was enough to make him sleep for a day and a night.

He then stuffed the loot under the bed.

After doing this, Lu Tu turned around and left the room, and after leaving the town, he quickly ran towards Qingcheng Mountain.

When he returned to the temporary camp of Wanbaolou.

It was the middle of the night.

Dressed only in a profane garment, Lu Tu ran to collect his breathing talent, avoiding the patrolling monks, and quietly returned to his tent.

After quickly putting on his previous clothes, he folded his clothes and lay down on the floor, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Following.

The sky was slightly bright.

A touch of fish belly white gradually emerged.

The subtle calls of birds in the forest are endless, sometimes near and far, sometimes in a single piece.

Some are sharp, some are low, and some are aggressive like pecking wood.

Not far from the Wanbaolou campsite, on a tree-lined branch.

Yan Zhichu woke up faintly, straightened up slightly, and looked a little dazed.

But the next moment, her whole body suddenly fell on her back.

In mid-air, Yan Zhichu reacted quickly, the qi and blood in his body turned far away, his slender waist twisted, and he fell to the ground smoothly.

At the same time, her eyes circled around warily.

But after he saw the unfamiliar scene around him, he was a little stunned.

Soon.

She suddenly came back to her senses, and hurriedly checked herself, after seeing that there was nothing unusual in her body.

"Where is this? Wasn't I in the pool last night? ”

Yan Zhichudai frowned slightly, rubbed her fair forehead, and carefully recalled everything that happened last night.

But the memory of last night in my mind only stopped on the boulder in the middle of the lake as soon as I stepped on.

"Am I being attacked? And then brought here? Her mind was full of confusion.

What was happening at the moment was incomprehensible to her.

Think for a moment.

Yan Zhichu turned his head to look around, and after slightly discerning the direction, he dodged and ran in one direction.

Not for a moment.

In the secluded pool, a white shadow rushed quickly.

That was the beginning of Yan who came all the way.

It's just that when she came here and looked at the center of the pool, her complexion changed drastically, and her pupils shrank suddenly.

"What the hell happened here last night?!!"

In the field of vision, on the surface of the blood-colored lake, there was a swollen and white headless corpse that had been blistered.

The rich smell of blood rose to the sky, carrying the smell of death to the surroundings.

She recognized at a glance the familiar clothes worn by five of the corpses.

It's the uniform dress of their own gym.

Ignoring the terrifying scene in front of him, Yan Zhichu rushed to the shore.

After taking a closer look at the corpses, she clutched her lips sharply.

She recognized it.

This corpse is Zhuang Decai and the corpses of the other four junior disciples.

"Dead.... are all dead...."Yan Chuchu's delicate body trembled slightly, her pretty face was snow-white and colorless, and her eyes were full of horror.