Wan Yang did covet the life essence of the demonic beast 'Black Panther', but when he heard the rats telling the Taoist legend of the 'Spirit Grass', this Western Demonic Beast was difficult to see as much as his Dharma eye as the descendant of the Eastern Dragon, and the Taoist mystery of 'Xuanzhi and Xuan' did not exist in the Western Shijie. Wan Yang rushed into the cave and smelled a strong natural aura, with a strong smell of grass and trees, how could he pay attention to the black panther struggling for his life in the cave entrance.

Wanyang with his instinctive sense of smell, less than five seconds came to the depths of the cave nearly two hundred meters deep, it was actually a natural cave, the dripping water droplets dripped from the tip of dozens of stalactites of different sizes on the top of the cave, like the sound of the empty valley and clear spring, falling in a pool of water in the cave, there was a small bluestone in the center of the pool, there was a peculiar spiritual grass rooted on it, not tall or small, it was seven or eight centimeters, three green leaves, two large and one small, but green and crystalline, as transparent as a green diamond, in the dark night, but also glowing with starry cyan light, reflecting the waterhole, green and blue, like a dream fairyland。

Wan Yang was shocked for a while, even stronger than the agitation of seeing the perverted flame giant bird, his eyes stared at the spiritual grass with a lot of spiritual energy, greedy and covetous, almost wanting to devour it immediately, but he instinctively noticed that the spiritual grass had not reached the maturity stage, this was the sixth sense of the beast's instinct to the grass and trees, no wonder the monster' The black panther didn't immediately devour the spirit grass to make itself evolve and guarded the spirit grass in that group of rats, obviously, the life aura and magical medicinal power of this spirit grass were not matured to the extreme by the natural aura, and even had abnormal toxicity in it, which was a mixed blessing.

The coveted Wan Yang naturally would not act recklessly, and rushed to the edge of the little bluestone, simply squatting next to him, and looked carefully.

The three green leaves of the spirit grass, only two of the green leaves are ripened to the extreme, crystal clear, and the most central small green leaves, obviously still growing, this is not Wan Yang's guess but the natural aura turned into a little green mang, all of which are integrated into the small green leaves, shrouding the small green leaves like a cyan fairyland, Wan Yang almost couldn't help but want to stretch out his paws to pick, zuihou, simply came to the distance, tried not to stare at the spirit grass, and restrained his strong appetite.

In order to put this appetite aside, Wan Yang's whole mind was shrouded in the conspiracy confrontation between the rat swarm and the demonic beast 'Black Panther'.

Beasts act according to instinct, and their greatest capital is to seek good fortune and avoid evil. The monster 'Black Panther' is obviously two or three times more powerful than the strongest 'Dalmatian Mouse' in the rat colony, but why does the Dalmatian rat risk death to send such a huge group of rats to fight the Black Panther. The conclusion is not complicated and has a turning point, it must be that there is a rat king behind the Dalmatian who is countless times stronger than the black panther, scavenging all kinds of spiritual things, and carrying out the evolution of beast cultivation, and only in this way can the fear of the weak be suppressed for the strong. Wan Yang was a little unable to sit still, according to the maturity rate of the spirit grass, it would take at least a day, the panther died in battle, and the spirit grass was obviously possessed by the rat king behind the spotted mouse, Wan Yang used to die of poverty and starvation, but now he is a greedy ghost with a small belly and chicken intestines to a stingy man, where is he willing to give up this spirit grass that can enhance his strength, he can't help but be murderous.

The vicious battle outside the cave was pulled down in the heavy blow of the black panther to the ground, and was gnawed by hundreds of rats to the bones, almost all of which were hard to see, revealing a white skeleton of a black panther, the Dalmatian roared sharply, and rushed to the open space where many mice retreated, and the rat stared at the bloodstained spar under the skull of the white bones of the demonic beast, with instinctive greed, but he was really the rat king behind the cold, and he didn't dare to swallow the blood-colored spar alone in his heart.

Just when the spotted rat was about to take this spar back to his life, a terrifying killing intent came to his face like the raging waves of the sea, and the fierce aura was as strong as if a fierce beast was born, coupled with the sharp roar, the spotted rat was so frightened that it was difficult to attach, and the whole rat body crawled on the ground in an instant, surrendering desperately, and even grabbed the land with two paws, trying to stuff his rat head into the earth, not wanting to hear the terrifying arrogance of this king of the same kind.

The Dalmatian rats were so frightened, and the other two or three hundred rats were even more unbearable, all of them were limp and paralyzed, lying on the ground and shivering, all of them were screaming in low voices, as if they felt that the end was coming.

Wan Yang saw that all the rats in the valley were surrendered under his feet, although he was flying and proud, but his killing intent was undiminished, because he couldn't trust these kinds, and letting them go would be equivalent to returning to the mountain, which was not something that a frightened and suffering Jairus would do to repay the villain.

The bloody killing began to unfold under the moonlight and stars, mercilessly, like the killing god Wan Yang in the rat group, tearing and scratching, the power is infinite, each mouse did not leave a whole corpse, they were smashed or torn rat heads, blood and water gradually flowed in the valley, not big, but it can be regarded as bloody. Because, he is afraid that these rats will flee for their lives in fear, the sharp rat sound roars out from time to time, and the ferocious malice is even more like the sea, these rats are already mentally broken in Wanyang's opinion, paralyzed on the ground, and let the beast slaughter, obviously, this is the terrible power of the king of the same kind, suppressing the beast with power, and there is no ability to resist at all and become the object of slaughter.

When Wan Yang killed Zuihou's Dalmatian mouse, the corners of his mouth were filled with coldness, and he scolded: "Beasts are beasts, and they can't be judged by human thinking at all! Let the beasts be slaughtered? What an ironic and cruel rule of survival!"

Wan Yang grabbed the blood-colored spar that fell in front of the Dalmatian with his black claws, the mouse's eyes narrowed, obviously, the life essence of this blood-colored spar was so huge that he coveted it, stared at the blood-colored spar, licked his mouth, and muttered: "This is the 'beast core' in the body of the Warcraft in Western mythology, which contains most of the life essence of the Warcraft and the elemental energy that suits itself?"

Regardless of whether this inference is correct or not, since Wan Yang can devour and refine such a terrifying monster material as the black stone, he will not care whether the energy of this black panther 'beast core' is violent, and bite the blood-colored spar fiercely, as if chewing beans to bite the 'beast core' into powder and swallow it into his stomach.

There was a sudden roar, the stomach seemed to be thrown into a bomb and exploded, a huge and chaotic elemental energy and life essence were intertwined in his stomach, violently invading his limbs and hundreds of remains, Wan Yang frowned slightly, obviously, he still underestimated the violent and corrosive nature of the beast core element energy, fortunately, after several months of life-breaking penance, his physique was so perverted that it was difficult to attach, the beast core energy of this monster was not enough to support his stomach and intestines, but it was also very uncomfortable, as if he had been swallowed by an elephant, not only the body was uncomfortable, but even the spirit was tortured by this elemental energy and majestic essence, Wan Yang let the body inThe practice of 'Soul Devouring', refining elemental energy and majestic life essence, but the spirit is suffering from the violent torture of elemental energy, Wan Yang is not only not angry, but rejoices in this kind of spiritual grinding, he can sharpen his will to the point of hard as iron, of course, he has this determination, it is the premise of the grinding of the black stone, it can be said that in the future, Wan Yang will really encounter the difficulties of the sinister difficulty, and the grinding of the black stone on his body and mind is undoubtedly a rare wealth, which cannot be measured by money.

Wan Yang endured the mental pain, came to the front of the cave, two hind legs slammed to the top of the three-meter-high hole, two hind paws rooted in the rock wall, and the two front paws were like giant palms hanging upside down on the rock wall, constantly slapping on those rocks, the rumbling sound was like a giant hammer in the night sky, startling many birds and beasts nearby.

Countless falling rocks were beaten down by Wan Yang's brutality, and the entrance to the cave was blocked in less than a few minutes, Wan Yang stood in front of the cave entrance where the falling rocks were piled up, thinking slightly, so the technique was repeated in the range of several meters of the rock wall, and countless rocks were broken, seeing the small valley where the gravel was piled up, he smiled slightly, and was very satisfied and began to make a hole in a stone crack and go straight to the direction of the spirit grass at a depth of 100 meters.

'Be a beast with a ruthless heart, do things carefully!' This is the true meaning of survival that Wan Yang comprehended in this cruel forest law in his previous life and this life, and regarded it as the main theme!

Wan Yang smashed the passage to the Lingcao Waterhole and blocked the rocks, completely cutting off the route of other evil beasts to invade, and spent a lot of time finding a strange route that he could escape when he encountered danger.

Wan Yang, who returned to the edge of the waterhole, once again coveted and stared at the growing spirit grass, and lay next to the small bluestone in the center of the waterhole, ready to refine the violent energy of the beast core with all his heart, maybe because of his own vigorous exercise, the whole body was extremely hot in the violent energy of the beast core, causing his mouth to be dry, and he couldn't help but lie on the edge of the small bluestone and drank a few sips of pool water, his eyes lit up slightly, and he laughed wildly: "It turned out to be like this!"

The spirit grass needs the majestic natural aura in the maturity, Wan Yang naturally stays in the spirit grass with the strongest spiritual energy, perhaps it is the preconceived idea of the spirit grass, which causes his greedy appetite to form the source of desire to stay on the spirit grass, and he has not found that the pool water that can grow the spirit grass is not an ordinary product?

"haha~ Since the spirit grass is not yet mature, then I will use the spiritual energy of the spirit pool to refine the body!"

Wan Yang had several very bold ideas in the black stone grinding, which could not be implemented because there was no foundation, and now with this spiritual pool, the 'Yuan Qi Refining Body' Jihua can obviously proceed smoothly, and without hesitation, he immediately jumped into the spiritual pool, and devoted himself to the instinctive operation of the Spirit Devouring Technique, and fell into the ethereal state of devouring heaven and earth energy integrated into the natural environment with the powerful spirit of human beings.

In the spiritual pool of rich aura, Wan Yang, who escaped into the ethereal, did not feel suffocated, but was a natural form that merged with the environment, and even the pores of the rat's body seemed to open naturally because of this vigorous aura, greedily devouring a steady stream of aura, refining into his own vitality like a trickle, and then using his vitality to evolve into a heat baking similar to a flame to forcibly quench and stimulate the body's cell meridians and improve his physique.

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