Chapter 85: Wake up in the middle of the night, the voice of the tiger and the panther!

Chapter 85: Awake at Midnight, Voice of Tiger and Leopard!
Su Zimo handed over the task and got a lot of contributions before returning to Dongfu.
The two old men looked at the figure of Su Zimo's departure, and looked with emotion and thoughts.
"It is indeed a person who has cultivated a tertiary spirit fire. This luck is scary." The old man pouted.
"Yes."
Elder Liu interfaced: "The trial disciples at Lingfeng also went to Dashilin. I think the repairs were not low, and they were seriously injured. This boy is good, and the five-story condensate is turned in Dashilin. In a lap, not only did I not meet the mysterious strong man, but I also picked up so many red gold stones in vain, and came back unharmed. Do you think this is luck? "
The bad old man said with pity: "In fact, it is best to worship the true fire with this talent of refiner. But it is a grievance to come to our peak. The worst thing that our ancestors are good at is alchemy and alchemy. Son has delayed his future, and I feel a little uncomfortable. "
"Don't think about it that much, he has just come into contact with the skill of the refiner. He can't even refine the spirits. Although Zongmen is not strong on the refiner, he has basic things, so let's talk about it later." Elder Liu advised Soon.
The old man nodded his head and thoughtfully lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.
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It's too early for Su Zimo to return to Dongfu.
According to his plan, during the daytime, all his energy was devoted to the cultivation of immortals, either to promote cultivation, or to study the refining device, and only after the night did he begin to cultivate the Secret Book of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Wilderness.
You need to know that before you enter Dandao, whether you are a gas trainer or a building monk, there is no difference from ordinary people and you need to rest and sleep.
The common ground of practitioners, monks and common mortals is also reflected in Shou Yuan.
The longevity of Qiqi and monks are only a little higher than ordinary people. Even if they are free of disease and disaster, they can only live more than 100 years.
But Xiu Yao is different.
Most of the demon races lurk during the daytime, and only go out to feed at night, and they are full of energy.
After night fell, Su Zimo was also resting, but the two-year cultivation of the demon has made him a habit. Even in sleep, he still maintains the breathing and breathing method in the twelve demon kings of the great wasteland.
In this way, Su Zimo not only did not take up the time to cultivate the immortals, but the realm of cultivation was always growing.
Only in this period of time, no progress has been made in the marrow chapter, which has caused him to bottleneck in repairing demons.
The next few days, Su Zimo forced the two beasts to yell day and night.
A few days later, the two beasts lost a lot of weight, and their throats were dumb, while Su Zimo still had no clue on the marrow chapter.
I didn't close my eyes for a few days, didn't eat anything, I shouted and shouted like an idiot in Dongfu, and if I was a spirit demon, I would lose half my life.
The tigers and leopards looked awkward, weak, and drowsy on the ground.
"Well, I haven't seen such a difficult master."
Linghu sighed, "It's a pleasure to kill and kill! What does it mean to torture Tiger Lord so much?"
After tossing for a few days, Su Zimo was tired enough.
The two beasts yelled, and Su Zimo was not idle. He listened attentively, his spirit was tense, and he was afraid of missing any mystery.
After a few days, Su Zimo was exhausted and had heavy eyelids. He just wanted to fall asleep.
"Forget it, kill these two beasts and eat meat."
Su Zimo fell on the stone bed, a thought flashed through his heart, and closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Su Zimo is really tired.
Immediately after closing my eyes, I went to sleep. I subconsciously replaced the three methods of vomiting with hardened body, easy tendons, and forged bones, and my breathing became heavier.
The two beasts stared at each other, relieved.
"This human race finally stopped!"
Linghu left two lines of happy tears in excitement, and then sent a roar.
No matter how hard Su Zimo started, Linghu pondered that he had hit his head and died.
Seeing Su Zimo falling asleep, Ling Leopard's face was exhausted, but there was a glimmer of fierce light in his eyes.
I have to say, this is a good opportunity!
Although the two beasts are mentally exhausted, they still have physical strength. If they can bite off this human race's throat, they may escape!
Lingbao looked at Linghu and yelled.
Linghu naturally understands the language between demons.
Although Lingbao's suggestion is good, Linghu doesn't want to take risks. Who knows if this human race is sleeping?
Furthermore, the only idea that Linghu has now is to sleep.
Linghu shook his head and fell asleep on the ground.
The leopard looked hesitant. After half a ring, it seemed that a decision had been made. His eyes flashed fiercely, tiptoeing, converging to kill, and carefully approached Su Zimo.
Looking at Su Zimobaijing's long and slender neck, Lingbao slowly opened her mouth.
It dare to guarantee that even if it is bitten by a bite, it will be a bite!
suddenly!
The leopard seemed to find something, the fierce light in his eyes suddenly disappeared, a flash of panic flashed, the opened mouth opened slowly and closed again, like a yawn.
Lingbao turned around, his eyes were already full of panic, his limbs trembled, and he lay on the ground with a lingering glance at Su Zimo with eyes closed on the bed, and never dared to move other thoughts.
He woke up!
There are only these three words in Lingbao's mind.
Just when he wanted to bite down, he suddenly realized that when he didn't know when, this human race's breathing was different from that.
This change scared Lingbao out of a cold sweat.
Lingbao never dared to move other minds, stayed beside it honestly, and thought slowly before going to sleep for a long time.
In fact, Su Zimo awoke at the moment when Lingbao was killed.
Su Zimo's consciousness was too horrible, and the autumn wind didn't move the cicada's consciousness. At the time, in the Canglang Mountains, it was very difficult for the monkey to sneak attack, let alone this leopard.
Anyway, these two spirit beasts will be killed tomorrow, and Su Zimo is too lazy to do it now and continue to sleep.
At midnight, Su Zimo and both spirit beasts were asleep.
When the tiger was asleep, a strange sound was made in the nasal cavity.
"Huh ... huh ... huh ..."
After the Lingbao fell asleep, a sound came from the nasal cavity, which was different from the Linghu.
"Uh ... uh ... uh ..."
These two kinds of sounds are very unique, they are not light, they are intertwined and echo in Dongfu.
At this time, Su Zimo's body had a magical change!
The two sounds seem to carry a strange power that can penetrate the flesh and muscles and even penetrate into the bones, driving the bone marrow inside.
Wow, wow!
The bone marrow made a sound under the shock of these two sounds, like the sound of flowing water, crisp and sweet.
Su Zimo, who was asleep, seemed to have a dream, even seeing that the bone marrow fluid in his bones was flowing slowly, constantly flushing the bones, exuding a trace of bright red blood, and merging into his veins.
"Ok?"
Su Zimo woke up horrifiedly, opened his eyes, and only four words remained in his mind—the voice of tiger and leopard!
(End of this chapter)