Contract Spirit Beast Cultivation Manual

In the dark night, Chi Muge's eyes suddenly brightened up, like stars blooming.

"Ok?"

"Some spiritual beasts of a sufficiently high level gather their own special abilities in a certain part of the body, so as to achieve the purpose of strengthening.

Some special abilities, such as the special abilities attached to animal bones, horns, teeth and other parts that will not rot, will always exist in the carrier.

Weapons made of this kind of thing are called spirit blades. They are extremely powerful, but they are very rare. The last recorded spirit blade was owned by a bounty hunter hundreds of years ago. "

"Go on."

"The only weakness of the Golden Spine Scorpion is the heart under the carapace. If it strengthens the spine, it is understandable."

Chi Muge narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the person in front of him, and smiled lightly.

"Bai Yuehui, it seems that it was a wise decision to ask you to help me with my homework."

Bai Yuehui rolled his eyes at him and ignored him.

There was the sound of fighting not far away, which was inadvertently intense, but the sound of metal and sharp armor tearing flesh and blood was extremely clear in the clear night sky.

"Bai Yuehui, take the spine, let's go back first."

"it is good."

The situation ahead is unknown, and Chi Muge is seriously injured, retreating is the best countermeasure.

Bai Yuehui helped Chi Muge up, the white silk that slipped out from between his fingers wrapped around his arm, tightly binding the wound on his shoulder.Chi Muge looked at the soft white silk on her shoulders, lowered her eyes, and pulled out the ink shadow on her waist.

"Send it to you."

Bai Yuehui looked at Chi Muge in surprise, puzzled.Giving away one's weapon to others is a big taboo, not to mention, Mo Ying's meaning to Chi Mu Ge is extraordinary...

Chi Muge looked at the shocked Bai Yuehui, smiled casually, and looked away.Mo Ying claims to have the sharpest blade in the world. It has been passed down from generation to generation of generals, and no one has ever been able to pull out the scabbard until he himself.The unconcealable loss fell into Bai Yuehui's eyes, which were full of bitterness.

"It's just an ordinary dagger now. Also, don't be so inferior next time, it will embarrass me."

Bai Yuehui stopped talking, took Mo Ying silently, and put it into the pocket where the eggs were.

"Zheng—"

As soon as Mo Ying touched the eggshell, he immediately let out a sharp metallic hum, the sound was short and piercing, like the screams of evil spirits in hell, disturbing people's minds.

Bai Yuehui, who was supporting Chi Muge, staggered and almost fell.

He untied the pocket tied around his waist, took out the ink shadow and the beast egg, and suddenly found that the originally pure white beast egg was as black as ink, and a blood-red spell appeared on the eggshell, and a deep crack ran through it. On the surface of the eggshell, a dark red membrane can be vaguely seen covering it.

A creepy feeling suddenly rose in Bai Yuehui's heart, he could even clearly feel the strong pulse and the gurgling blood in the animal egg in his palm.

Bai Yuehui faintly felt that the things still dormant in the eggshells were definitely not kind, no wonder Mo Ying reacted so violently.

Can't stay.

With their current situation, they cannot bear such a big risk.

A few strands of slender silver thread drilled out of the white palm, swimming on the eggshell like a snake, and gradually penetrated into the cracks of the eggshell.

The moment the silver thread pierced the inside of the egg, Bai Yuehui's nerves tensed suddenly, his consciousness lost instantly, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly.

The eggshell was completely broken, and a mass of continuously flowing dark red object was tightly attached to the palm of Bai Yuehui's right hand, crazily burrowing into the flesh.

Chi Muge's pupils quickly contracted into lines, picked up the falling ink shadow and stabbed it down suddenly.

Mo Ying's sharp cold blade immediately nailed the struggling dark red creature and Bai Yuehui's right hand to the rock on the ground.

The dark red organism twitched a few times, and immediately withered away. The water filled in the organism just now seemed to evaporate instantly, leaving only a dry skin.

Chi Muge was sure that it would not end so easily, so he quickly pulled out the ink shadow, and removed the dry organism from Bai Yuehui's palm.

After shaving off the withered corpse, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.A few strands of residual dark red liquid quickly penetrated into Bai Yuehui's body along the silver thread that had already been dyed the same color.

Chi Muge's gaze sank, and he tore off the sleeve of Bai Yuehui's right arm.

The intricate black lines stretched all the way to his right shoulder, like countless cold poisonous snakes wrapped around his white arms.

Is it late?

Chi Muge stretched out two fingers, and pressed the artery in Bai Yuehui's neck.

The pulse condition is stable, slightly rapid, but not too abnormal.

The dark red liquid that got into Bai Yuehui's body just now seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Generally speaking, beasts are the most vulnerable when their shells are broken, and Mo Ying can kill high-level spirit beasts, but he can't kill them. Chi Muge couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

There was the sound of joints healing in my ears, and the crisp "cracking" sound sounded like the jointing of bamboo shoots in spring.The punctured part of Bai Yuehui's right hand was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wrenched skin and flesh bit each other, and soon there was only a hideous scar left.

Is this protecting the host?

Chi Muge's heart sank, not knowing whether this would be a blessing or a curse for Bai Yuehui.

The sound of the battle not far away gradually weakened, and the atmosphere ahead seemed to be no longer as tense as before.

He could vaguely feel that a few powerful spirit beasts had quietly left the arena, leaving only a few dying middle-level and low-level spirit beasts still struggling in the encirclement.

Chi Muge carried the long and narrow spine on his back, and then picked up the unconscious Bai Yuehui, and his agile figure instantly disappeared into the dense forest behind him.

The moonlight still swayed unsparingly, its soft radiance delicately caressing the cold corpse on the ground, as seductive as a poisonous snake.

Late at night.

Those who should wake up have fallen asleep, and those who should have slept have awakened.

If everything comes down to fate, why is it so variable? If everything is variable, why can't we escape the established ending.