Chapter Eighty-Five: Continuing the Expedition The duel begins
Of course, any of these ten spirit beasts, Yunmo wants it.
And the spirit animal that sings is the eighth-ranked three-color peacock.
Only when the song is fighting, will it be summoned as an existence.
In fact, Yunmo has spent more than 10,000 years, and he has only seen it twice.
With Yunmo with him, Lin Xi just wanted to escape from the place just now. At this time, Yunmo found out that it was already dark now, so he casually caught a hare, roasted and ate it, thanks to his master's deliciousness, so Yunmo could make ordinary barbecue delicious.
It doesn't matter to them that they don't eat for ten days and half a month. However, Yunmo was also damaged. Even if you are not hungry, you want to eat something to make your mouth taste something.
Therefore, after eating some roasted hares, I rested, not so much to rest, but to prepare for a little cultivation.
Anyway, for the immortals, sleeping is just to close their eyes and recuperate. So it really doesn't matter if you sleep or not.
In fact, Yunmo doesn't like to sleep very much, and he doesn't like to fall asleep very much.
It's because he always has a dream, and in the dream he saw his father's death, so it's a complete nightmare for him.
"Peel ~~~"
At this time, the fire that Yunmo lit with the Sanwei Zhen Fire has been burning, one is to dispel the cold, and the other is to disperse some of the beasts, spirit beasts, and demonic beasts.
If it's those mid-grade, then the fire basically has no effect.
At this time, Yunmo sat cross-legged next to the fire, and his recitation, at this time, lay flat on his knees, at this time, he sat quietly with his eyes closed, and the light of the fire shone on his face.
Quiet......
The night is quiet......
At this time, Yunmo began to feel his body carefully, feeling every muscle, bone and muscle in his body, feeling the expansion and contraction of the heart in his body, and the blood flowing like a rushing river......
He didn't lie down until he would use his Ancient White Tiger bloodline in the face of retribution. This really didn't make me think about it.
He also felt that his ability seemed to improve more and more in every battle, and for the people of their immortal realm, it was not the case, they relied on cultivation. On the contrary, the people of the demon clan will fight by themselves and improve their abilities, but Yunmo knows very well that this feeling is not an illusion.
He felt that it was necessary for him to find his master after this incident was over and ask what was going on.
He may have known who his father was, but he didn't know anything about his mother now.
Moreover, when he was fighting against the Shadow Leopard's proof level, he had already reached the realm of complete strength, and he knew very well that cultivation had to be cyclical and gradual, so at this moment, he carefully experienced and consolidated his familiarity.
"From. ”
At this time, Lin Xi stayed aside.
I saw Yunmo suddenly get up, and then the Nianbai in his hand had turned into the appearance of a long sword.
The human sword is one, and at this time, Bai Yunmo at this moment seems to have turned into a white tiger.
At this time, the long sword flew, and suddenly people felt some coldness.
Lin Xi couldn't help it, but still got closer to the fire. Although, he is an immortal of the auxiliary class.
However, he also quickly realized that there were indeed some differences.
His Nianbai is really a good weapon, I don't know why he always feels more and more secure with him at that time.
Although he didn't think he was too smart, and he didn't have a very bright brain. But he knew that Bai Yunmo was definitely powerful.
This is also a generation of talented teenagers.