After complaining, Yin Mo lay on his back in the giant nest of the caracal and breathed a long sigh of relief. With every move of the Jindan Grand Monk, Yin Mo is walking a tightrope. Even if you take a small mistake, you will hang up directly, and your spirit will already be exhausted.

"Hmph~~"

It's just a tired body that has just relaxed, but at this time it is being pulled hard by four small things, and I don't know when I am trying to pull it with my hands and feet.

Yin Mo was speechless for a while, if it were someone else, it would be estimated that he would have been torn apart at this time.

"Little things are terrible!"

Shaking his head helplessly, Yin Mo hadn't had time to act yet. The fifth little caracal had already stared at him, and Yin Mo only felt a cool wind blowing under his crotch, and he pushed his head away from the little guy in a little panic.

"You little thing is a scoundrel!"

Pulling his hands and feet out of the mouths of the four curious babies, Yin Mo picked up the little thing that was about to attack him.

"Hit you little Dingding, believe it or not!"

Yin Mo leaned his fingers towards the little caracalt's abdomen, and then the evil smile on his face froze.

"Little girl's family, why are you so unreserved!"

Holding the soft little newt, Yinmo's eyelids became heavier and heavier. Glancing at the caracal still guarding the entrance of the door, Yin Mo fell headlong.

Only then did the black sword silently fall on Yin Mo's waist.

"Elder Ling!"

As soon as the Lingbo Fairy came out of the cloud stream of the outer mountains, he immediately encountered the army of the Wuyang sect.

"Elder Zeng, you're here too. ”

Fairy Limbo had already changed her clothes, but it was still a snow-white gown. He saluted Zeng Yan, who led the team, and Zeng Yan's face was overjoyed, and he immediately returned the salute.

"Since Elder Ling has just come out of the mountain, he should know the specific situation, right?"

Zeng Yan Yan whispered, and asked a little urgently.

"There are newts in the mountains, no matter what your purpose is. Please come back!"

Fairy Lingbo did not reply to Zeng Yan in secret, but said it loudly to the others.

The scene of the agitation of the heroes was silent in an instant, and the ground suddenly rose with the secret talisman of the two sects.

Zeng Yan hesitated for a moment, and just wanted to take out the sect's secret talisman. The Limbo Fairy stopped him in time.

"Elder Zeng will lead the team back, I will personally go back to the master gate to report to the master!"

"That's great!"

Zeng Yan nodded and glanced at Tianwai Mountain. The fear in my heart is a little irrepressible. Swallowing his saliva, he looked at the back of Ling Bo, who had already left, and sighed leisurely.

"It is worthy of being the youngest Jindan monk in the cultivation realm, and he was able to escape from the mouth of such a desolate beast as the newt. ”

"Let's go back!"

Zeng Yan waved his hand, and the eldest disciple immediately received the order. With the people who came in a hurry, they hurried away.

The turmoil in the mountains and clouds outside the sky starts in a hurry and ends in panic.

The night began and stopped, but the turmoil in the clouds, after fermenting this night, suddenly spread among the monks.

As the party concerned, Yin Mo slept beautifully, and five pitiful little caracals that frightened the outside world were used as hand pillows, foot pillows, and hug pillows by Yin Mo.

As soon as Yin Mo woke up, as soon as he raised his hands and feet, the four little guys abandoned the little sisters who had been reduced to pillows very unjustly.

"Cut, who made you four little bastards very dishonest. In the middle of the night, you even dare to gnaw me, just bite it, it's still, and I was almost divided by you, okay?"

Yin Mo hugged the little caracal in his arms and sighed twice.

"You're still the best little brother!"

"Uh~"

As soon as the words fell, Yin Mo suddenly found that it seemed that the goods in his arms were the girl who attacked him yesterday!

"Okay, okay, you're the best!"

The little caracal blinked its innocent eyes and rubbed Yinmo's chest, and Yinmo was defeated in an instant.

Feeling his physical state, the corners of Yin Mo's mouth showed a knowing smile.

"Let's play!"

Yin Mo gently placed the small black thing on the nest, and then sat up cross-legged. Carefully running the spirit refining technique, the heart-rending pain did not come again.

Instead, Yin Mo felt a feeling of refreshment throughout his body, and he could even feel that his body seemed to be hungry and thirsty for a long time, and he was devouring the aura in a big gulp.

In the past twelve years, the embarrassment of rolling around on the ground every time it hurts and has to take credit is gone.

Yin Mo took a deep breath, and his moist eyes flashed with determination.

The whole body is so refreshing that the pleasure of cultivating immortals that flies up disappears, and some are just Yin Mo greedily absorbing all the aura that can be absorbed.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the hunger in his stomach pulled Yin Mo out of his meditation practice.

Yin Mo stretched his waist for a long time, and suddenly found four small caracals lying on the edge of the nest and running away from him. And the little newt lying in his arms twitched irregularly all over his body, as if in extreme pain.

For this symptom, Yin Mo is all too familiar.

"It turns out that you are also born with a waste spirit root!"

Gently press the little one, and press it skillfully with ink.

After a while, the little newt stopped twitching. Raising his round little head and grinning.

Yin Mo found that the little caracal in his arms at this time had black skin from time to time, and occasionally appeared with white spots.

"Woo, woo"

With a soft growl, the little caracal struggled to its feet and swam to the door of the cave.

"Little thing, you're much happier than I am. ”

As soon as he finished sighing, the little caracal came back with a big fish.

"That's good!"

Yin Mo took the big fish and picked up the long sword that had landed not far from the nest. Pulling out the Wind Blade, he immediately bounced back, Yin Mo pulled out the black sword again, pulled out a few sword flowers, and the whole fish instantly fell into the fish fillet like a dumpling.

One man, one beast, you and I gobbled it up one by one.

Since then, a sixth cub has appeared in the caracalt's nest. The caracal beast slowly got a copy of Yin Mo every time he fed it, and Yin Mo couldn't cry or laugh at it, and at the same time, he was also grasping every minute and every second to cultivate.

"Wow~~"

Three months later, the silence was shattered by a milky howl in the caracal's hole.

Looking at the snow-white little caracalt, Yin Mo seemed to see the original self. In fact, two months ago, Yin Mo had already reached the end of the full aura of refining qi, and Yin Mo had not left just waiting for today.

The five little newts, and the other four, even if they were sometimes curious and would approach the Yin Mo in the cultivation, would immediately run away because of the pain.

And now this little guy with a snow-white body endured the pain, gritted his teeth and persevered without saying a word.

Just like when I gritted my teeth, endured the pain, and rolled on the ground in pain, I still persisted.

"You can cultivate!"

Yin Mo said to the little caracalt and to himself.

The snow-white little newt seemed to understand Yinmo's words, and glanced at the scar on Yinmo's wrist gratefully.

"Little one, there will be no blood to eat in the future. ”

Rubbing the little caracal's head, Yinmo stood up. The little white newt jumped lightly and landed on Yinmo's shoulder, rubbing Yinmo's face with a look of enjoyment.

Perhaps because of the breakthrough to the shackles, the body of the little caracal that turned white became longer and smaller.

Yin Mo gently picked it up from his shoulder.

"I'm leaving, there's no more to practice. ”

The Canaan Continent has completely made the Qi Refining Technique known to the world, allowing people who can have the talent to practice to use it at will.

However, those who practice qi are treasured by them in the hands of the major immortal cultivators, and if you want to continue to cultivate the truth, you can only choose to join it.

Although Yinmo has a strange [spirit].

In the past, he snatched control of his own hands, but now he doesn't snatch it to control the black sword, but there is no such thing.