Crunch.

In the darkness, a black iron box was suddenly opened, and the light of the spirit stone emanated, illuminating the stone room.

In this stone room, there are hundreds of such black iron boxes, stacked layer by layer, like a warehouse.

Under this soft white light, an unexpected and surprised face slowly emerged, it was the evil that gave birth to itself.

Originally, the evil self-born planned to borrow the brute pattern magic power in his hand to leave the dungeon, but who knew that he saw everything that the two barbarian monks had done halfway, and then he accidentally learned this secret.

With such a large number of spirit stones, the evil self-born does not believe that the mana in his body is still empty, and with the help of these spirit stones, it may be possible to step into the perfection of the Bigu Realm.

Evil Zisheng grabbed two spirit stones and slapped them, and immediately turned into a rich aura and scattered in the stone room, but Evil Zisheng did not mean to stop, and smashed dozens of pieces in a row, until the aura was as thick as mist, making the eyes snow-white, and then stopped.

"Sure enough, it's not my own thing, and I won't save it at all. Evil Zisheng remembered that in the cave before, a piece of spirit stone was carefully calculated, and he was a little embarrassed at this time.

Sitting cross-legged, the pores around his body were wide open, and the aura poured into the evil self-generated body involuntarily, just because the aura in this stone room was too strong.

However, after this Dao aura entered the body, the black stone in the body was like a bottomless pit, devouring the aura that entered the body.

Soon, the aura in the stone chamber was absorbed, and there was no trace of the evil self-generated.

"What the hell is this black stone, the aura generated by dozens of spirit stones, I'm afraid that the monks of the Xiangwen Realm will be enough to recover their mana. "In the eyes of the evil self-born, there are some gains and losses.

This black stone is too weird, and it stays in the body, but I am afraid that it is a hidden danger, but now that I want to use the magic power of removing filth to exclude the black stone from the body, there is not enough mana in the body.

What's even more outrageous is that if you want to restore your own mana, the aura is absorbed by the black stone, where is there any aura for evil to be transformed into mana.

The current situation seems to be a dead knot.

"It seems that I can only wait for this black stone to eat enough, and then I can regain my mana. "Evil thought of a solution that was not a solution.

After more than ten boxes of spirit stones, the speed at which the black stone absorbed the spiritual energy seemed to slow down, and the evil self-born finally had a little chance to recover his mana.

By the time the evil self-generated completely recovered the mana in his body, there were already a few boxes of spirit stones left in the stone room, and the black stone seemed to still have the ability to absorb spiritual energy.

In addition to leaving a few spirit stones for himself, the evil self-spawning simply let the black stone absorb all the last few boxes of spirit stones, and the entire stone room was completely ransacked.

At this time, the evil self-sheng looked at the empty boxes in the room, and felt a little distressed for the owner of this stone room.

Evil Zisheng tried to use his mana to force the black stone in his body out of his body, but to Evil Zisheng's surprise, the black stone did not move in his body.

"This black stone is not going to eat me for the rest of my life. Evil Zisheng said with some concern.

If it is so difficult to recover mana every time, I am afraid that there are not many monks in the world who can stand it.

"No matter, in this dungeon, there seems to be an iron door, I wonder what is in it?"

Even though his own mana has been restored, the mana injected into the silver skeleton by the evil self-generation is still the black mana produced by the Soul Eater Bead, and only the last drop of black mana is left in his mind at the moment.

Fortunately, the black mana can recover on its own, so that the evil does not have to worry about it.

Enter another stone room, which is equipped with several bookshelves, and on each shelf, there are many ancient books.

The evil self-born revealed his body, and took down a copy casually, which turned out to be a secret book of Taoism for the cultivation of the divine soul.

After a few hastily flipped through the pages, Evil Zisheng put the ancient book back.

I flipped through several books one after another, and found that the situation was still the same.

"Isn't it true that the barbarians don't cultivate divine souls, how can there be so many divine souls cultivating Dao techniques in this stone room, it's really strange. "Evil Zisheng was a little puzzled, but he didn't expect the owner of this stone room to have such a peculiar hobby.

It's a pity that these divine soul cultivation methods are all ordinary visualization methods that have no door in Kyushu, and the evil self-generation does not put these Dao techniques into their eyes.

What's more, at the moment, the divine soul is forbidden by the barbarian pattern, and the evil is also powerless.

Evil Zisheng looked through the ancient books on other bookshelves again, in addition to the Dao techniques cultivated by the Divine Soul, he also found some Dao techniques of the Slave Dao, but these Dao techniques were all written in the unique official books of the Slave Dao, and the evil Zisheng could not read the content on them.

Walking to the end of the bookshelf, there was a long table, on the long table, many ancient books were piled up, and in front of the mountain of ancient books, a black inkstone instantly attracted the attention of evil self-generation.

This black inkstone is almost exactly the same as the bloody inkstone in the hands of Nu Jiuwu.

"In this way, this slave ninety-five and slave eighty-three really have something to do with each other. ”

Under this blood inkstone, there is also a blue booklet, open this blue booklet, and in this blue booklet, there are many things recorded in the Jiuyan script.

After reading the entire blue booklet, Evil Zisheng finally has a certain understanding of this bloody inkstone.

This blood inkstone is a sect magic weapon made by the upper echelons of the slave road, which can fuse the essence blood of the monk and grind the slave blood ink that controls the life and death of the monk.

The great thing about this ink is that as long as you drink the slave blood ink, the slave blood ink will always be lurking in the blood of the person who drinks it, and as long as the caster has a thought, no matter where he is, he will vomit blood and die.

The owner of this blue booklet seems to have found a way to crack it, which is to use his soul to find a new body.

"This method is somewhat the same as the method that Nu Jiuba said at the beginning, which is to use the divine soul to escape the control of the slave blood ink. Evil Zisheng recalled.

However, Evil Zisheng also knew that this was not the only way, at least in Evil Zisheng's opinion, his dragon clan memory seemed to have a great restraint effect on this slave's blood ink.

"The barbarians are worthy of being barbarians, and those who drink the blood and ink of slaves are not only brothers connected by blood, but also slaves who are manipulated by others, which is really sad. ”

Evil Zisheng had already guessed that the owner who wrote this blue booklet was afraid that he was also suffering from the blood and ink of the slave, and on the surface he called the spell caster brothers, but secretly he was already trying to get out of the other party's control.

Evil self-born is not interested in the Taoism of this slave Tao, and how can a ruthless person call others brothers and sisters, pretending to be close.

Evil Zisheng put down the blood inkstone and was about to leave the stone room, but at this time, there was a noise outside the iron door, as if someone was coming in from outside.

The last drop of black mana poured into the silver skeleton, and the evil self-spawn disappeared again.

The iron door opened, and Nu Basanping walked in holding a black black iron ruler, and lit a red candle on the black iron ruler, which was particularly dazzling in the dark.

Walking to the long table, Nu Bassan took away the blood inkstone and the blue booklet, and placed the red candle in the middle of the table.

Nu Basan used his mana, and the blood vessels around his body suddenly thickened several times, like a prominent red vein bulging on the surface of the skin, and with the extreme compression of the Adam's apple, it suddenly loosened, and a mouthful of dark red blood mist erupted from his mouth, turning into a flame that erupted from his mouth.

The flames quickly disappeared, and the dark red blood mist turned bright red and bright, gradually turning into a lifelike blood-colored head.

This blood-colored avatar looks like a bit of the noble temperament of the king, which makes people dare not speak first, for fear of being thought by others that they don't understand the rules.

"Brother, you haven't contacted me for a long time, isn't there anything good. The blood mist spoke, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the stone room.

Nu Basan said in fear: "Lord Baihou has promoted the villain, and the reason why he used the slave blood ink to contact you is because there is a major matter to report to you. ”

"Isn't there anything to ask the slave who escorted the spirit stone to bring a word, and even used the slave's blood ink, let's hear it. Blood Mist's tone was a little reproachful.

"Yes, my lord, my subordinate has captured a slave from the Savage Path. ”

Before Nu Bassan finished speaking, black blood vomited out of his mouth.

"Adults spare their lives, adults spare their lives, and the villain's words are not finished yet. Nu Bagan hurriedly knelt on the ground and shouted, desperately swallowing his life back.

"This slave blood ink blood contract communication consumes my essence blood, if you say this useless nonsense, don't say it, the ten brothers I sent to Yanzhou to do business have not been able to complete my mission, and they have all fallen, and I am worried in my heart. Blood Mist warned.

"Yes, the slave of the Barbarian Road actually has the sacrificial barbaric pattern of the Barbarian Road on his body, so I specially told my lord. Nu Bagan replied rather cautiously.

"Sacrificial barbarian pattern, it seems that the barbarian road has not died yet, it's okay, originally the barbarian road let the barbarian Xiaoyun lead the barbarian army, the six councils are already dissatisfied, and now the barbarian army is defeated by the Yan army, it is the time to add fuel to the fire, if the matter of sacrificing the barbarian pattern comes out again, it will cause the rest of the five public anger, and the decision-making power of the barbarian road council may only be caught, you have done a good job in this matter, brother has worked hard. ”

Slave Eighty-three lowered his head, "It is the blessing of the villain to share the worries and solve problems for the adult, it is not hard, in this case, the villain will let the slave be escorted to the upper level tomorrow." ”

The Blood Mist Avatar thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, I'll send Nu Jiu over." ”

Nu Basan's face was a little surprised, and he suddenly raised his head and asked: "Isn't Nu Jiu a brother of the Guanfu Realm, according to the original decision of the Barbarian Dao, isn't it forbidden for the Barbarian Six Dao to send Guanfu Realm monks into this Barbarian Ridge?"

Blood Mist snorted lightly, and the reminder of Nu Basan was only a joke, "Right now, the Savage Road is too busy to take care of itself, so don't take it to heart." ”

After the blood mist avatar finished speaking, it exploded from the middle, turning into a strong fishy aura and slowly dissipating.