Mo Xiaokui, as before, was ordered by Chen San, and in a burst of black gas swirling, his body turned into the size of a wheel, and he rushed straight towards the corpse of the demon bird on the ground.

This time, Chen San didn't leave, just watched coldly from the side, watching Mo Xiaokui eat bloodily, and at the same time secretly thinking about it in his heart.

Sure enough, Mo Xiaokui first selected the corpse of the four-winged poisonous crow leader to devour and nourish.

The mouth closed one by one, and the body of the leader of the poisonous crow was in the blood and light, and less than half of it fell to the ground.

The sharp teeth in the big mouth kept chewing up and down, and the bloodshot snaked down from between his teeth, and when he stopped chewing in his mouth, Mo Xiaokui let out a breathtaking cheer.

I saw that the black qi around Mo Xiaokui's body gushed out, like inky black silk, wrapping his body tightly in it, and in a moment, a huge cocoon almost the size of a hole, dark and dull, lay in front of Chen San.

The dark cocoon formed and dispersed quickly, and after only three breaths, it gradually materialized, and the shell that became like black bark slowly extended down from the top of the giant cocoon in a crack.

There were more and more cracks, and in the end, they were almost densely covered all over the cocoon, and in some places on the cocoon, the black bark-like shell began to peel off slowly.

One, two, three......

More and more fragments of the cocoon fell to the ground, and soon, a thick layer had formed under the cocoon, and the cocoon was about to reveal its true face.

As the last layer of shards fell, the shape of the blood-eroded skull was revealed.

On the outside, the size is the same as when the cocoon was not formed just now, and the color has changed to a jet-black color that seems to be fine iron, and the others have not changed much.

The appearance has not changed much, but in terms of breath, it is cold and cold, which makes people feel rest, and the breath is more than twice as strong as before.

The blood-eroding bone skull belongs to a kind of strange cultivation of yin and foreign bodies, and its cultivation is also different from that of the human race and the demon race, and it is divided into orders to evaluate the cultivation level, and only after reaching a very high realm, will there be a specific title.

Before, this kind of strange cultivation was very intuitively called the first and second orders, corresponding to the enlightened foundation realm of the human race and the chaotic spiritual wisdom cultivation of the demon race.

The blood-eroding bone skull in front of him was the early stage of the second order, corresponding to the early stage of foundation building of the human race.

As soon as the blood-eroded bone skull revealed its figure, in the black hole-like eye sockets, a little red light appeared, and then the red light was sheng, the huge mouth opened, and the body burst forward, rushing towards Chen San.

"That's the case!" Chen San sneered, his left hand was lightning out, holding a giant tooth in the mouth of the blood-eroded bone skull, and said in a cold voice.

Mo Xiaokui was shocked, and the red light in her eyes flashed rapidly, as if she was extremely frightened.

Because of how Mo Xiaokui closed the giant teeth in his mouth with force, he could only pierce the flesh in Chen San's hand, leaving traces of blood. You must know that the strength of your giant tooth is comparable to that of a high-grade magic weapon, but in Chen San's hand, it is only a trace stronger than an embroidery needle, how can this not make Mo Xiaokui frightened.

Mo Xiaokui hurriedly stabilized his mind and wanted to use other magical powers, but his body was stunned, and then he trembled sharply, and the giant teeth in his mouth did not dare to close it hard.

"Yes! Yes, you are a good scrivener. Chen San said teasingly, but in his words, it was a cold and biting cold wind that blew directly into Mo Xiaokui's heart.

Through the huge tooth gap of the blood-eroded bone skull, Chen San's left hand embedded in the giant tooth, a little spark as bright as a candle flame swayed between his fingers, reflecting a viscous black cloud-like ghost in the bone and skull cavity that was tumbling violently.

"You, what do you want?" Feeling the violent spiritual power coming from the swaying sparks in his mouth, Mo Xiaokui knew that he was underestimating the man in front of him too much, and couldn't help but ask in fear.

"Hmph! Knowingly ask!" Chen San snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly became prosperous, and the impatience in his words was revealed, and there was a great intention to kill the killer if he didn't say a word.

Mo Xiaokui's body trembled again, and her huge mouth opened slightly, but then she was silent and no longer spoke.

Chen San withdrew his left hand, the little spark on it did not dissipate, it was still swaying and dancing on his fingertips, and a pair of starry eyes stared at the two red rays that flashed rapidly in the eye sockets of the blood-eroded skull.

Not long after, after the tea, when Chen San's eyes were about to become like substance, Mo Xiaokui spat out in his mouth, and his words were very calm: "Indeed, I did not completely teach you the method of "Drawing God and Forbidden Soul", but missed the most important paragraph of the final decision. Without this general decision, I can use other secret techniques of this sect to cover part of the sea of thoughts, so that you can't even notice it. And once I have cultivated to the level of divine consciousness and the strength of my divine consciousness is stronger than that of the caster, I can suppress the wisp of forbidden divine soul that the caster has imposed on the soul of the receiver, thus betraying him. ”

"The strength of the divine consciousness is stronger than that of the spellcaster, so he can suppress a wisp of the forbidden divine soul of the spellcaster, and thus betray him?" Chen San smiled after repeating Mo Xiaokui's words, and his heart moved

Suddenly, the red light in Mo Xiaokui's eyes shrank sharply to the size of a needle, and the huge mouth quickly opened and closed, and at the same time, a long and miserable ghost howl came out of his mouth, as if it was extremely painful.

Chen San looked at Mo Xiaokui with a mocking look on his face, satirizing Mo Xiaokui's self-righteousness.

After a few breaths, Mo Xiaokui's call gradually weakened, and the red glow in his eyes was no longer as strong as before, and it looked extremely gloomy.

"How? Can you still suppress my forbidden divine soul and betray or even betray me?" Chen San asked indifferently.

"You, why do you have such a strong divine sense, and that same physical body, spiritual power, who are you?" Mo Xiaokui, who replied to Fang Yi, did not answer Chen San's question, but asked in surprise.

Chen Sanshuang's eyebrows furrowed, his mind moved again, and Mo Xiaokui's mouth let out a terrifying and terrible ghost howl again.

When the mournful howl in Mo Xiaokui's mouth gradually died out, Chen San said lightly: "If there is a next time, you will disappear!"

"Yes, master......" A weak voice came out of Mo Xiaokui's mouth.

"If your performance in the future can satisfy me, it is okay to let you go when my cultivation is complete. Even, if I destroy your sect and kill your teacher, if I cultivate enough, it is not impossible to help you with your blade. Chen San said after a deep sigh.

Mo Xiaokui's eyes regained their blushness, and she asked, "Is this true?"

"Really! I use the Dao Heart as proof, if I violate this word, the divine soul will never be reincarnated!" Chen San said solemnly, and then his voice changed, and he said in a cold tone: "If you still have two hearts for me to be aware, I Chen San will not be destroyed for a day, and you Mo Xiaokui will suffer from the tearing of the soul for twelve hours a day!"

While Mo Xiaokui's eyes were flashing red, the yin spirit in the bone skull was also rolling violently. When the secret technique of his own sect fell on him, Mo Xiaokui knew that the secret technique of the sect was far more vicious than he imagined.

In just a few breaths, in front of the great pain of the soul that ten thousand ants devoured their bodies, Mo Xiaokui even felt that he had traveled hundreds of years, if Chen Sandao succeeded, Mo Xiaokui could not imagine the cruelty.

A secret technique slowly spit out from his mouth, and Mo Xiaokui also knew that it was useless to say more, and action was practical. Moreover, Chen San's master's magical powers are also extremely amazing, maybe in the future, he can really use Chen San's hand to indirectly kill that person to avenge his master's hatred.

Chen San immediately condensed his mind, silently remembered in his heart, and when Mo Xiaokui finished standing quietly, he also secretly confirmed the previous trick in his heart to see if he could find the clues.

After repeated verification, after feeling that the magic method was finally complete, Chen San re-performed a secret technique to truly perfect the trace of forbidden divine soul in Mo Xiaokui's yin soul, and then waved his sleeves and said lightly: "Go ahead." ”

Mo Xiaokui got the order, and pounced on the corpses of many demon birds on the ground again, and devoured them again and again, and after a while, the ground was empty, leaving only the pile of giant cocoon fragments filled with a trace of yin qi.

After a satisfied cheer, Mo Xiaokui pounced on the fragments of the giant cocoon and devoured it with a chirp.

The giant cocoon is formed by the condensation of a thick yin and cold aura, although when Mo Xiaokui advanced, he was sucked up, but it is still a kind of "food scraps" that can nourish the yin spirit, isn't it? Mo Xiaokui, who is eager to think of various ways to improve his cultivation, will naturally not let go of this.

When there was nothing on the ground in front of him, Chen Sanyi put Mo Xiaokui into the Nine Skull Bag, walked to the entrance of the cave, and jumped down.