Wake up in the middle of the night, the voice of tigers and leopards!

Su Zimo handed in the task and got a lot of contribution points before returning to the cave mansion.

The two old men looked at Su Zimo's leaving figure with emotions and thoughts.

"It's worthy of being someone who has cultivated a third-level spirit fire. This luck is so scary." The old man smacked his lips.

"Yes."

Elder Liu said, "The disciples of Lingfeng's trial have also gone to Big Stone Forest. I think the cultivation level is not low, and they were severely injured. This kid is not good. The cultivation level of the fifth level of condensing Qi is in the Big Stone Forest. After a lap, not only did I not meet the mysterious strong man, but also picked up so many red gold stones for nothing, and came back safe and sound. Why do you say this is not luck?"

The old man said with a little regret: "In fact, with this talent for refining weapons, it is best to join the True Huo sect. It is really wrong to come to our Misty Peak. The thing that our sect is not good at is refining weapons and alchemy, if this is the case. As a result, my future was delayed, and I still feel a little uncomfortable."

"Don't think so much. He has just gotten into the technique of refining weapons, and he can't even refine lower-grade spirit weapons. Although the sect is not strong in refining weapons, it has basic things, so let's talk about it later." Elder Liu persuaded him. Screamed.

The old man nodded, lowered his head thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.

...

Su Zimo returned to the cave mansion, it was still early.

According to his plan, during the daytime, all energy was devoted to cultivation, either to improve cultivation level or to study refining tools, and only after night, did he begin to practice the Secret Code of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness.

You should know that before stepping into the alchemy, whether it is a Qi practitioner or a foundation-building monk, there is no difference from ordinary people, and they need to rest and sleep.

The common ground between the qi-trainers, foundation-building monks and ordinary mortals is also reflected in the longevity.

The lifespan of Qi practitioners and foundation builders is just a little bit higher than that of ordinary people. Even if there is no disease and no disaster, they can only live more than a hundred years old.

But Xiu Yao is different.

Most monsters lurking in the daytime, only come out to hunt for food at night, and they are full of energy.

After night fell, Su Zimo was actually resting, but the two years of cultivating demons had made him a habit. Even during his sleep, he maintained the breathing, breathing, and vomiting method in the Secret Book of the Twelve Demon Kings in the Great Wilderness.

As a result, Su Zimo not only did not take up the time for cultivating immortals, but at the level of cultivating demons, his realm was always growing.

It's just that since this period of time, there has been no progress in the cutting of the marrow chapter, which has caused him to fall into a bottleneck in the cultivation of monsters.

In the next few days, Su Zimo forced the two spirit beasts to roar day and night.

After a few days, the two spirit beasts were tossed and lost a lot of weight, and their voices became hoarse, but Su Zimo still had no clue on the chapter on the killing of the marrow.

I didn't close my eyes for a few days, didn't eat anything, and shouted like an idiot in the cave mansion, and if it was a spirit monster, he would lose half his life.

Linghu and Lingbao looked languid, sluggish, and drowsy lying on the ground.

"Hey, I have never seen such a difficult master."

Linghu sighed: "I want to kill or slash, but I am happy! What do you mean by torturing Master Tiger so much?"

After a few days of tossing, Su Zimo was too tired.

The two spirit beasts yelled, Su Zimo was not idle either, listening attentively, his spirits tense, for fear of missing some mystery.

As a result, after a few days, Su Zimo was exhausted, with heavy eyelids, and just wanted to fall asleep.

"Forget it, I will kill these two spirit beasts to eat meat tomorrow."

Su Zimo fell on the stone bed, a thought flashed in his mind, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Su Zimo is really tired.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I went to sleep, subconsciously replaced with the three methods of body strengthening, tending, and forging bones, and my breathing became heavier.

The two spirit beasts looked at each other in relief.

"This human race has finally stopped!"

Linghu left two rows of happy tears with excitement, and he almost roared to the sky.

If you continue to toss like this, you don't need Su Zimo to do anything.

Seeing Su Zimo fell asleep, Lingbao's face was exhausted, but there was a fierce light in his eyes.

I have to say, this is a good opportunity!

Although the two spirit beasts are mentally exhausted, but their physical strength is still there, if they can bite the human race's throat, they may escape!

Lingbao looked at Linghu and let out a low growl.

Linghu naturally understood the language between the monster races.

Although Lingbao's suggestion is good, Linghu doesn't want to take risks. Who knows if this human race is pretending to be asleep now?

Furthermore, Linghu's only thought now is to sleep.

Linghu shook his head and fell asleep on the ground.

Lingbao's expression hesitated, and after a while, it seemed that he had made some decision, his eyes flashed with a cruel look, and he crept to his feet, converging his killing intent, and cautiously came to Su Zimo's side.

Looking at Su Zimo's white and slender neck, Lingbao slowly opened his mouth.

It can guarantee that even if it is a stone, it can bite into it!

suddenly!

Lingbao seemed to have discovered something, the fierce light in his eyes suddenly disappeared, a trace of panic flashed, and his open mouth slowly closed again, as if yawning.

Lingbao turned around, his eyes were already full of horror, and his limbs were trembling. He lay on the ground and glanced at Su Zimo who closed his eyes on the bed with lingering fear.

He woke up!

Lingbao only had these three words in his mind.

Just when it wanted to bite down, it suddenly realized that, at some point, this human race's breathing was different from before.

This change scared Ling Leopard into a cold sweat.

Ling Leopard didn't dare to move any other thoughts anymore, and stayed beside him honestly, thinking about it for a long time before falling asleep slowly.

In fact, Su Zimo woke up at the moment when Ling Leopard moved his murderous intent.

Su Zimo's spiritual sensation was too terrifying, and the autumn wind hadn't moved the cicada's foresight. At the beginning, it was difficult for a monkey to sneak an attack in the Canglang Mountain Range, not to mention this leopard.

Anyway, the two spirit beasts will be killed tomorrow, Su Zimo didn't bother to do it now, and continued to sleep.

At midnight, Su Zimo and the two spirit beasts were asleep.

When Linghu was asleep, there was a strange noise in his nose.

"Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhah

After Ling Leopard was asleep, there was also a sound in his nose, which was different from Linghu.

"Um...um...um..."

These two voices are very unique, neither light nor heavy, intertwined and echoed in the cave.

At this time, a magical change occurred in Su Zimo's body!

The two voices seem to carry a strange power, which can penetrate the flesh and blood, even penetrate into the bones, and drive the bone marrow inside.

Wow, wow!

Under the concussion of these two sounds, the bone marrow made a sound, like the sound of running water, clear and sweet.

Su Zimo, who was asleep, seemed to have a dream. He actually saw the marrow fluid in his bones flowing slowly, constantly washing the bones, oozing a trace of bright red blood, blending into his own blood.

"Um?"

Su Zimo suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, only four words left in his mind-the sound of tigers and leopards!