At this time, outside the cave sky, it is in the winter when everything is withering, most of the flowers have withered, and the frogs are hibernating. The cold wind is howling, but there is a warm current in the cave, although this tiger frog old demon has long been not afraid of the cold and heat, but it is dead and does not change, every winter is lazy, habitual in a daze, prefer to sleep on the sky.

In the memory of the daffodils, when the old man reached this season, he slept for two or three days at a time, and at most he slept for two or three months. For hundreds of years, many winters have been spent sleeping, seemingly never waking up, but in fact, if the daffodils are in danger, the old man will wake up at any time.

The old man fell into a long sleep again, and the daffodils were very helpless, feeling lonely, and even imperceptibly by the old man, feeling lonely like snow. Gu Ying's self-pity was boring, and talking to himself was obviously boring, so he could only sigh secretly in a daze, learning from the old man to look up at the sky.

The white clouds drifted overhead, the sky darkened, and a little starry appeared, like a silver moonlight, and the moon drifted gently and slowly, and the stars disappeared little by little.

The sky is dark and bright, the wind and clouds are changing, the sun and the moon are like shuttles, the winter in the cave is calmer year by year, as if quietly coming, and quietly walking, only the wind and water sound as before, but no longer the scene of monsters flying sideways. Although I heard the old man say that the four seasons are cold and warm, but the temperature difference between the four seasons in the cave is too small, the warm winter and summer cool in the cave are just the feelings of the creatures outside, the daffodils can't feel it, only feel that the sky above the head is getting clearer and clearer, and the glow that drifts away from time to time is very dazzling.

The daffodils have come to their senses, and their perception is sensitive, but under the protection of the old demon of the tiger frog, the sense of danger seems to be gradually lost. At this moment, a centipede as big as an arm flew down from the dark hole of the cave, and instead of directly pounced on the daffodil, it quickly and greedily crawled towards her.

"Are you here to eat me......" Daffodil Flower's voice was beautiful and unusually calm.

"Uh......" The centipede spirit was stunned, and replied stupidly, "Of course, what else am I going to do?"

"I hope you're just here to talk to me......" Daffodil was very naïve and felt a little pity.

"Hmph, I see you're stupid, you know whimsical all day long......" The centipede spirit glanced at the old man, and his courage grew.

"Well, listen to my advice, and you should go quickly, or you will not eat me, and you will be eaten by the old man." Daffodils kindly reminded.

"I've been lurking in the cave for seventy days, observing that old monster every day, and there's no movement at all, it's not dead or anything, or I wouldn't have come out out of nowhere, but you still use that old dead guy to bluff me......" The centipede spirit was a little weak-hearted, but he emboldened himself.

"Why don't you listen to persuasion?"

"Listen to persuasion, you think I'm stupid too......" The centipede spirit came out anyway, and simply hardened his mouth.

"It's not that you think, but you're really stupid, so stupid that you think you are!" Daffodil has been depressed for a long time, and she is not stingy, and she doesn't feel hard, "Is it worth it for you to eat me, but you cut yourself off in the old man's mouth?"

"It should be that you haven't figured out the situation!" The centipede spirit kept an eye on the old man lying on the rock, and saw that he really didn't react in the slightest, so he relaxed a lot, "I eat you, and I can transform into a shape......"

"You're about to turn into shape!" Daffodil Er was concerned about the focus, and then sighed, "Nine hundred years of cultivation is not easy, but I have to wait two hundred years ......"

"Who said I have been cultivating for nine hundred years?" the centipede spirit was also interested, and then suppressed the idea of eating her urgently.

"Three hundred years of refinement, another three hundred years of enlightenment, and another three hundred years of transformation, isn't it nine hundred years?" said the daffodils, full of reasons.

"Hehe, I see, I'm sure you're stupid!" The centipede spirit looked confident, "Counting, I became a spirit in three hundred years, but I have been enlightened in less than two hundred years, and more than a hundred years have passed, and there are only more than six hundred years in total......"

"Oh, how did you do that......" Daffodil wondered.

"After becoming a essence, I am also a chaotic cultivation, gradually absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, the essence of the sun and the moon, until one day, I ate a ginseng essence, and my cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, so I continue to look for ginseng essence, flower essence, grass essence, and tree essence to devour, and my cultivation has really grown rapidly, and I have opened my mind in less than two hundred years......" The centipede essence talked about his glorious history, and couldn't help but be a little proud, "After opening the body, I naturally made persistent efforts, not only looking for this kind of essence that can't run, but also preying on some of the essence that can run, Even able to fly, I also devoured three centipede essences that were in the same cave as me, and they boosted my cultivation, and when I was cultivating for more than 500 years, I ate a rabbit essence that was about to transform for nearly 900 years......".

"In order to promote cultivation, you-you even ate your own kind, you are too ...... Hearing this, Daffodil sighed with embarrassment, "Everyone is a goblin, but you want to make you live and die, the old man said that this world is the law of the weak, and it is true......"

"That old man must have eaten countless goblins, otherwise he could become an old goblin? It is estimated that he has been in this cave for a long time, stupid, so he has become a dead old man. The centipede spirit slandered, and then recounted his journey, "After eating that rabbit essence and thoroughly absorbing and digesting its essence, it was a sharp increase in cultivation for nearly ninety years, and I feel that I am not far from the period of transformation." Alas......"

"Then why haven't you broken through yet?" Daffodil couldn't help but ask.

"If at that time, if I go back to the cave...... Or if you find a Lingshan Cave Mansion and concentrate on cultivation, it is estimated that you have already transformed by now. The centipede spirit ate the same kind, and inevitably left a shadow in his heart, but he did not hide the resentment in his heart at all, and since he had started talking, he also had the desire to talk, "But in my state at the time, I only felt that there was no need to cultivate in the cave at all, as long as I devoured some goblins, I would be able to break through the transformation." So I wandered around and found a snake demon in Emei Mountain, a green snake that had just been transformed......"

"Did you attack this shape-shifting green snake......" Daffodil couldn't help but ask again, in the demon cultivation class, the transformation is a very different watershed, and the mana possessed is not comparable. Becoming a spirit, opening the body, and transforming into a form are the three levels at the lowest stage of demon cultivation, and this stage is called "condensing essence and transforming into shape"; after the transformation of the goblin is mixed in the human pile, it cannot be identified without the eyes of the law, unless the original form appears, this stage is called "condensation and transformation of the god"; after the transformation of the old demon, that is still available, the mana is immeasurable, this stage is called "condensing the spirit and returning to the void". Of course, there are thousands of living beings who have become essences, and only one or two ten-thousandths of them can transform into gods, and even fewer can transform into gods. Coincidentally, the rare old demon who has crossed the stage of transforming into a god has one lying in this cave sky.

"Since I devoured that nine-hundred-year-old rabbit spirit, I can't help but estimate my strength, when I met the green snake that had just transformed into a shape, I believed that I could deal with her, and I had a very strong desire to challenge the shape-shifting goblin, I really wanted to try what the effect of devouring the demon pill would be, it would definitely be more wonderful than devouring the spirit!" The centipede spirit recalled the eventful years of the year, it was so high-spirited and indomitable, "I did attack her, and hit her ...... hard"

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