Chapter 85 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.

The two old men looked at the figure of Su Zimo's departure, with emotion and thoughts.

"As expected of a person who has cultivated a third-level spirit fire, the luck is scary." The bad old man smacked his lips.

"yes."

Elder Liu said: "The disciples from Lingfeng have also gone to the Great Stone Forest. I think their cultivation is not low, but they were severely injured. This kid is really good. In a circle, not only did I not meet the mysterious strong man, but I picked up so many red gold stones for nothing, and came back safe and sound, what do you think this is not luck?"

The old man said with a bit of regret: "Actually, with this talent for refining weapons, it is best to join the True Fire Sect, but it is really a grievance to come to our Misty Peak. What our sect is most bad at is refining weapons and alchemy, if this is the case. My son has delayed his future because of this, and I still feel a little uncomfortable in my heart."

"Don't think too much about it, he has only just come into contact with the art of refining, and he can't even refine low-level spiritual tools. Although Zongmen is not strong in refining, they have the basics. Let's talk about it later." Elder Liu advised one sound.

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

...

It was too early for Su Zimo to return to the cave.

According to his plan, during the day, he would focus all his energy on cultivating immortals, either to improve his cultivation or to study the refining tools, and only after nightfall would he begin to cultivate the Secret Tome of the Twelve Demon Kings in the Great Wilderness.

You must know that before stepping into the alchemy path, whether it is a Qi cultivator or a foundation-building cultivator, it is no different from ordinary people, and needs to rest and sleep.

Qi practitioners, foundation-building cultivators and ordinary mortals have something in common, which is also reflected in their longevity.

Qi practitioners and foundation-building cultivators have a lifespan that is only a little higher than that of ordinary people. Even if there is no disease or disaster, they can only live to be more than a hundred years old at most.

But Xiu Yao is different.

Most of the demon clan are lurking during the day, and only come out to hunt for food at night, and they are energetic.

After night fell, Su Zimo was actually resting, but after two years of cultivating demons, he had already developed a habit, and even in sleep, he maintained the method of breathing and breathing in the Secret Tome of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness.

In this way, Su Zimo not only did not occupy the time of cultivating immortals, but his realm has always been growing in cultivating demons.

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

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

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

I haven't closed my eyes or eaten for a few days, just shouting like an idiot in the cave, and if it were a spirit demon, I would lose half my life.

Linghu and Lingbao looked sluggish and lethargic, lying on the ground in a drowsy state.

"Oh, I have never seen such a difficult master to serve."

Linghu sighed: "If you want to kill or slash, it's a pleasure! What does it mean to torture Lord Hu like this?"

After tossing for a few days, Su Zimo was exhausted.

The two spirit beasts roared loudly, but Su Zimo was not idle, listening intently and tense, for fear of missing some mystery.

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

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

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

Su Zimo is really tired.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep, and subconsciously changed to the three methods of exhaling and inhaling, which were quenching the body, changing the tendons, and forging the bones, and breathing became heavier.

The two spirit beasts looked at each other, relieved.

"This human race has finally stopped!"

Linghu excitedly left two lines of tears of happiness, and was about to roar up to the sky.

Continuing to toss like this, without Su Zimo's hands, Linghu thought about killing himself.

Seeing Su Zimo fall into a deep sleep, although Lingbao's face was tired, there was a fierce light in his eyes.

I have to say, this is a great opportunity!

Although the two spirit beasts are mentally exhausted, their physical strength is still there. If they can bite the throat of this human race, they may escape!

Lingbao looked at Linghu and let out a low growl.

Linghu naturally understands the language between the demon clan.

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?

Besides, Linghu's only thought now is to take a nap.

Linghu shook his head and fell asleep on the ground.

Lingbao looked hesitant, and after a while, it seemed that he had made a decision, his eyes flashed ruthlessly, tiptoe, restrained his killing intent, and carefully came to Su Zimo's side.

Looking at Su Zimo's fair and slender neck, Ling Leopard slowly opened its mouth.

It can guarantee that if it bites it down, even a stone will be smashed!

suddenly!

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

Lingbao turned around, his eyes were full of terror, his limbs were trembling, he lay on the ground and glanced at Su Zimo, who had his eyes closed on the bed, and didn't dare to think about anything else.

He is awake!

There are only these three words in Lingbao's mind.

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

This change scared Ling Leopard into a cold sweat.

Lingbao no longer dared to think about anything else, just stayed by the side, thinking about it for a long time before slowly falling asleep.

In fact, Su Zimo woke up at the moment Ling Leopard made a killing attempt.

Su Zimo's spiritual sense was too terrifying, and the autumn wind did not move the cicada. Back then, in the Canglang Mountains, it was very difficult for a spirit monkey to sneak attack, let alone this spirit leopard.

Anyway, the two spirit beasts will be killed tomorrow, so Su Zimo is too lazy to do it now and continues to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Su Zimo and the two spirit beasts were already asleep.

When Linghu fell asleep, a strange sound came out of his nose.

"Hu... hu... hu..."

After Ling Leopard was sound asleep, there was also a sound from his nasal cavity, which was different from Ling Hu.

"Um...uh...uh..."

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

At this time, a miraculous change took place in Su Zimo's body!

The two voices seemed to carry a strange power, which could penetrate the flesh and blood, and even penetrate into the bones, driving the marrow inside.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Under the shock of these two sounds, the bone marrow made a sound, like the sound of running water, crisp and pleasant.

Su Zimo, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to have a dream, and saw that the marrow fluid in his bones was flowing slowly, constantly scouring the bones, oozing out a trace of bright red blood, and blending into his own blood.

"Um?"

Su Zimo suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, only four words remained in his mind - the voice of tiger and leopard!