In a flash of time, it has been eight months since Su Ming came to this chalk spirit sect, and his cultivation has finally recovered to fifty percent under the power of this large number of pills and the heaven and earth here!

However, the further back he went, the slower the recovery rate became, and the pills from Zhao Chong had been changed to three, each of which Su Ming devoured a lot, until three days ago, when he went to get the medicine again, Zhao Chong's tone was a hint of helplessness, telling that there was no pill for the time being.

He still looks like he is still twelve or thirteen years old, although he has grown slightly, but he has not changed much, and even Su Ming has a feeling that he has returned to the past, and he can no longer become what he used to be, only in this fate, he slowly grows up.

In the eyes of outsiders, there is still not the slightest fluctuation in his cultivation, and only when the cultivation of the person who observes him reaches the Great Circle of the Savage Soul can some clues be seen.

But in this chalky spirit sect, there is only one person with a barbarian soul full of chalk, and he is in retreat all the year round, and he doesn't ask about the world, so no one can see Su Ming's cultivation.

This Zhao Chong is naturally the same, but he hesitated about Su Ming, in the past eight months, the pills spent on Su Ming have almost drained his pockets, making him almost go crazy many times in heartache and kill Su Ming.

None of the younger brothers he had met before had a freak like Su Ming, if it weren't for the fact that he had checked it many times to make sure that Su Ming had indeed eaten it, and that Su Ming was just a mortal, and even used a magic weapon to determine whether Su Ming had hidden his cultivation.

But in the end, the answer to the chalk case did not reveal that Su Ming had the slightest thing about cultivation, no matter how you look at it, the other party is just a teenager, only ...... I was able to eat some.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to endure the constant heartache.

Until a few days ago, all his pills were finally used, and the rest was reluctant to be used on Su Ming, so he had to helplessly inform the other party that there was no pill for the time being.

However, in his heart, not all of this matter was heartache, he had often observed Su Ming in the past eight months, and he was both heartbroken and looking forward to the fact that he had swallowed so many pills.

Su Ming here, in eight months, the recovery of cultivation has made his divine sense several times stronger than eight months ago, although he has never left this courtyard, but everything in this chalk spirit sect is secretly swept by his divine sense, it is very clear.

As for Zhao Chong, Su Ming naturally wouldn't let it go, but in his divine sense, he could only see that Zhao Chong's room was filled with a thick mist, and there was blood and chalk in that mist, and he could vaguely see a figure sitting there cross-legged, motionless.

Zhao Chong's cultivation was also a little strange in Su Ming's view, his cultivation only looked similar to Kaichen at first glance, but if he looked closely, there was a trace of fluctuation of the brute soul.

Especially in the past eight months, the other party has not had the slightest inappropriateness, but has given a large number of pills, without these pills, it will take more time for Su Ming to recover the cultivation of the brute bones of the whole body.

Therefore, in the matter of dealing with this Zhao Chong, Su Ming did not take the initiative to take action, he wanted to see what this person would do when he had no pills after being touched by himself.

This day, eight and a half months after he came to the Chalk Spirit Sect, came, the season outside was now winter, the snowflakes were falling, continuously, and the earth looked covered in silver, even in the moonlight, it was shining with silver light.

The entire mountain peak is covered with a layer of white snow, even on those black halls, the perfection of black and white, people will have the illusion of looking at it like an ink painting.

The black smoke that billowed up, as if it existed forever, is the unchanging eternity on this ink painting.

Late that night, Su Ming looked at the snow outside the window, and the winter of the clown's family came to his mind......

"Brother Dog, let's build a snowman together, okay? ”

"Brother Dog, you bully people, this snowman has broken you. ”

"Brother Gou, why do you say there is snow, I asked my father, and they don't know

The corners of Su Ming's mouth showed a smile, and there were countless ghosts floating in his room at this moment, making his smile look out of place with his surroundings.

For these ghosts, Su Ming has become accustomed to their existence, and even he found that the ghosts that come almost every night are different, they go in and out of this room, after Su Ming's divine consciousness has recovered most of it, he even saw that this ghost is not only in his own room, but in the entire area of the outer sect, except for a few positions, all of them are places where ghosts shuttle Looking at the snow outside the window, after a long time, Su Ming's eyes suddenly flashed with cold light, and he snorted coldly in his heart, he closed his eyes, although his eyes were closed, his divine sense could still clearly feel the surroundings。

He saw that the door of the house was open silently at this moment, and when a cold wind blew, a man walked in, and this person was covered in black mist, and he could not see clearly, but as he entered, the ghosts in this room paused slightly, slowly dissipated, and left this room.

This person walked to Su Ming's bedside, looked at Su Ming who closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep, his eyes flashed in the black mist.

"Little Wang bastard, after eating so many elixirs from the old man, it's time for you to pay it back!" This figure was Zhao Chong, he flicked his sleeves, and immediately a black mist rolled around Su Ming, and in a flash, he went out of the room and into the house where he was.

Su Ming's closed eyes hid a touch of coldness, his divine sense Zhao Chong didn't notice it at all, Su Ming watched the other party roll himself up and go to his room, and then stepped into this room, a formation hidden by the black mist.

As the light of the formation flickered, Su Ming and Zhao Chong appeared in a pitch-black cave, and according to the fluctuations of the chalk transmission, Su Ming could judge that the distance of the chalk transmission was not far, and it should still be within the range of the Evil Chalk Spirit Sect.

Although it was dark all around, there was a dark light immediately shining in Zhao Chong's wave, this was a karst cave, there were hundreds of dried corpses around, and those dried corpses were all chalky with their mouths open, their eyes were blank, and their whole body was chalky and covered as if they had lost all flesh and vitality.

They look different, but their movements are the same, they all sit cross-legged.

"Little Wang bastard, you're about to meet your brother Chaphal!" Zhao Chong was obviously angry about the pill that Su Ming had swallowed for most of the year, and after scolding at this moment, he no longer paid attention to Su Ming, but sat cross-legged on the ground, pinched his hands, and the mist all over his body immediately reversed, and all of them retracted back into his body chalk, making him show his appearance for the first time.

It was a middle-aged man, his face was pale, and he seemed to be extremely weak, and his appearance moved in his heart after Su Ming's divine sense saw it.

In this way, it is very similar to the clown's father!!If it weren't for the wrong age, it would be like a father and son!!

Four more in case of one event, continuous outburst like this, I feel like I'm about to break, don't blame me for the last chapter of 1000 words less, because I will stick to it if I grit my teeth, I can't die of exhaustion, I will continue to explode tomorrow!!

For the first, in order to distance yourself, explode!