The whole kitchen knife is like a black tiger that suddenly jumps up, and in the raging qi, it bursts out with the most violent aura. This breath locked on the leader at the same time, and roared. The speed is so fast, there is no intention of leaving any alive at all.

"The tiger's roar dissipates the soul!"

Kitchen knives are raging like tigers, and the momentum is like rainbows!

The leader of the fifth level of the spirit master, in the face of this sharp knife that came at a gallop, seemed to be frightened, and turned around and thought about the rapid escape from the rear. As a leader of the war department, he is self-aware. From the moment Zhou Xiang first made a move, he knew that it was impossible for him to defeat him. What's more, in the face of Zhou Xiang's assassination, he was already seriously injured, so there was no possibility of being able to defeat him.

Just hoping to get away with it!

However, he still overestimated his strength, thinking that everyone was a mid-level spirit master, and he was only one level lower than Zhou Xiang, even if he was not an enemy, it was always no problem to escape. Who would have thought that just as he turned around, before he had time to escape far, the jet-black kitchen knife flew up from Zhou Xiang's hand in a strange way. The huge black tiger aura roared and enveloped him.

Click!

Then came a terrifying scene!

The moment this leader was shrouded by the aura of the white tiger, he didn't have any power to fight back, and he was torn apart like that. It was as if countless sharp blades were harvesting him fiercely.

Blood splattered, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and a strong smell of blood suddenly filled the woodland.

"Xiao Ju, what are you still doing stupidly? Don't you do it? Do you want me to feed you?" Zhou Xiang finished doing this, as if he was nothing, while his arm was raised, he grabbed the kitchen knife and waved it casually and put it away.

And as Zhou Xiang's voice fell, the chrysanthemum piglet, who was still standing next to him just now, hummed and stepped forward, and the action he made next to him not only shocked Bai Mo, but even Ta Ling was a little surprised.

Every time the chrysanthemum pig walks past a corpse, the corpse seems to be supported by an aura, and it is strangely suspended in the air. The chrysanthemum pig's nose let out a rather regular humming sound, and every time the humming sounded, the corpse seemed to be refined, and then shrunk by one point. A whole corpse, that is, a matter of minutes, turned into a chrysanthemum the size of a fist.

The chrysanthemum tattoo on the eyebrows of the chrysanthemum piglet flashed a bright light, and then the chrysanthemum turned into the corpse was sucked off, and the color of the chrysanthemum in the center of the eyebrows became richer. In the blink of an eye, the three bodies disappeared without a trace.

"Ta Ling, what kind of spirit beast is this? How can he refine essence blood like this? Bai Mo asked.

"I don't know!" said Taling.

"I don't know? I don't know? I said Ta Ling, you don't claim to know astronomy and geography, up and down for 5,000 years, there is nothing you don't know, why do you ask one who doesn't know, ask one or still don't know, are you bragging?" Bai Mo pouted.

"I'm bragging, you dare to say I'm bragging?" Taling suddenly exclaimed, "I told you a long time ago, my memory has lost a lot, and the blood pool must be perfected before my memory can be fully recovered." Now that the blood pool hasn't fully recovered even from the second step, how many things can I think of?"

"Alright, I'll hurry up and get you the artifacts and ores. Bai Mo said helplessly.

"But even if I don't know what this chrysanthemum pig is, I can still remember that this power should be called the Spirit Pattern Soul, and this power is to refine the corpse into various unique item shapes and devour it, so as to enhance one's soul Liliang. Taling said.

"Spirit Pattern Soul?" Bai Mo said thoughtfully.

This power is really worthy of its name, isn't the chrysanthemum spirit pattern at the center of the chrysanthemum pig's eyebrows now becoming clearer?

"I said Brother Fate, this gift of mine is quite sincere, right?" Zhou Xiang raised his head, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, and smiled.

Sou!

Bai Mo jumped down from the end of the tree, stared at Zhou Xiang's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I don't like to ask so much nonsense, I just ask you, we are friends and not enemies, right?"

"Yes, of course it's a friend, you are my fate brother!" Zhou Xiang said with a smile.

"It's done, let's go!" Bai Mo turned around and left.

Bai Mo's neatness made Zhou Xiang not react for a while, he stared at Bai Mo's back and shouted: "I said Brother Fate, do you agree with me to follow you?"

"Of course!" Bai Motou continued to move forward without looking back.

"It's really a wonderful person, worthy of my Zhou Xiang's fate brother, I said fate brother, wait for me, the younger brother introduces himself, my name is Zhou Xiang. Dare to ask the name of the fate brother?" Zhou Xiang chased forward with a smile, and asked while chasing, and the mouth never stopped. The chrysanthemum pig still pitifully followed Zhou Xiang, snorting and running forward.

It's just that in Zhou Xiang's heart, there is a sentence that secretly surfaces in his mind: Master, do you see it, I found the talented witch barbarian spirit body you asked me to find. Master, you wait, I will be able to rescue you soon. At that point, I'll kill all those bastards and let Ju swallow them all.

Tonight's Silent Forest is destined to be brilliant, but this glory belongs to Bai Mo, under the guidance of Ta Ling, he and Zhou Xiang launched a sneak attack out of nowhere. The several search teams sent by Sun Yang were all wiped out when the sky was light, and no one could rush back alive. The most bizarre thing is that the corpses of all the War Department monks have all disappeared out of thin air.

The blood pool of the Qiankun Blood Tower was full of food, and the blood was gushing at an unprecedented speed. You must know that most of the monks in these squads are spirit masters, and spirit masters are comparable to second-order spirit beasts, and the blood bead grade made of their essence blood is nothing to say.

In addition to these, white ink is also a bumper harvest.

None of these War Monks are clean, they all have something. The spirit master was holding all the spirit weapons of the hundred refining level, and he didn't keep any of these spirit weapons, and threw them all into the blood pool. The powerful power of the blood pool burst out in an instant, and all the spiritual weapons were not wasted, and the amount of devouring and refining, and the extracted essence rotated independently, and began to repair the blood patterns on the pool wall.

In Ta Ling's words, that is, the more the blood pool is devoured now, the more perfect the blood pattern is, and only in the future can it smelt all kinds of minerals, refine more pure essences, and give birth to spiritual weapons that are the envy of everyone.

It's just that in the process of sneak attack and assassination, what surprised Bai Mo a little was that Zhou Xiang didn't ask him half a sentence from beginning to end, how did he turn the corpse into a dead corpse. Anyway, the chrysanthemum pig to zuihou plays the role of destroying the corpse, even if it is a dead corpse, he can refine it into a little chrysanthemum and devour it.

"Why, hasn't a team sent back news so far?" Sun Yang shouted with a gloomy face.

"Yes!" the idiom said in a deep voice.

As the elite of the war department who followed Sun Yang, Chengyu Ang has always been Sun Yang's left arm, playing an indispensable role, he looks like he is very shrewd, especially the tuft of goatee, which reveals his nature of playing with intrigue and trickery to the fullest.

"Young master, I think they're all in danger!"

"All in distress? How could it be? No matter how powerful Bai Mo is, it is impossible for him to wipe out all the squads overnight. You must know that among those squads, there are not a few mid-level spirit masters, and it is absolutely impossible for the entire army to be annihilated!" Huang Bushan said loudly in disbelief.

As the elite of the seventh-level war department of the spirit master, Huang Bushan is a burly and sturdy middle-aged man, and he looks like he belongs to the kind of force type. In fact, it is true, he is Sun Yang's right arm. Under normal circumstances, it is the idiom that makes suggestions, Sun Yang makes a decision, and Huang Bushan is the executor without hesitation.

These three people can be said to be the absolute rulers of the War Department of the Golden Feng Mansion!

Sun Yang really didn't want to believe this reality, you must know that all the people he brought were the elites of the Jinfeng Mansion War Department, if all these people died here, this would definitely be a heavy blow to the Jinfeng Mansion. Although it will not bring a catastrophe to the Sun family, if it is known by the Jue Mansion and the Baise Mansion, it will not be difficult to squeeze the space of the Jin Feng Mansion with a little operation.

"Continue to send fireworks to me, so that all the squads of the war department, regardless of life and death, whether they are fighting or not, see the fireworks and send the message, and contact them immediately. I will only give them a stick of incense, and whoever dares not to return to the team at that time will be punished by the Ministry of War!" Sun Yang said coldly.

"Yes!" the idiom raised his fingers, and a bright firework suddenly appeared in the sky overhead.

It's dawn, the sun hasn't come out yet, and the sky is still hazy. In such a situation, the fireworks bloom above the forest with a faint white mist, how dazzling and dazzling it is. If there are such fireworks, those patrol teams can no longer see them, they are really blind.

Silently!

Until the moment when the message fireworks dissipated from the sky, there was no second firework blooming, and what it meant, it was already obvious. Rao prides himself on being witty and resourceful in his idiom, and he can't help but feel a little panicked at this time.

This white ink is too evil!

If this was really done by Bai Mo, then they would probably really have to get out of here. You must know that the monks who are following Sun Yang now are only a pitiful ten. Although the weakest ones were all spirit masters level 5, but thinking that Bai Mo could kill all those patrol teams without moving, and they couldn't send any distress signals, Cheng Yu Ang felt panicked.

"Young master, there is still no news. Chengyu Ang said in a low voice: "Young master, why don't we withdraw first?"

"Withdraw, I will never withdraw!" Sun Yang categorically refused, if he was evacuated like this, what face would he have to return to Falling Dragon City?

Yes!

However, at this moment, a miserable sound pierced the silence before dawn, and suddenly sounded in the air, the sound was so piercing that it scraped the eardrums.