Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

He walked forward tentatively, glanced at it and came to two conclusions.

First, the production time of this thing is no more than three days.

Second, the stuff that produces this stuff is not very good.

Back to the point, Meng Qing doesn't think this is a good stubble!

Since coming down from this cave, he was extremely sure that there were no other creatures here except him, and the degree of spiritual energy and soul power bonding here was extremely high, which was not suitable for ordinary spirit beasts to survive.

There is probably only one conclusion, and most of this thing comes from the depths of this mine!

It may even have something to do with the underworld!

His pace slowed down a lot.

Advancing a hundred zhang again, a subtle dry breath appeared in the air, like a viscous spiritual liquid, it continued to drill towards Meng Qing's body, this breath repelled life, and even assimilated the spiritual qi!

Ahead, Xiao Tai said solemnly: "Master, this is the breath of death, it seems that those two are right, this place is really related to the underworld!" In

the cave day, Xiaowen, who was collecting those feathers, said seriously:

"If this news is known by those who are keen to study the inheritance of the underworld in the upper realm, I am afraid that there will be another bloody storm!" It is strange to say that the little Nether actually produced the Crouching Dragon Phoenix Cub Linglin Tsuka Tiger at the same time!

Meng Qing was stunned for a while, these words sounded... What's so weird?

However, he didn't delve into it, took out the Collapse Mountain Fist Holster, and walked forward very carefully.

Rumble!

A dull roar came, and at the same time, there seemed to be a scream, which instantly attracted the attention of the two!

Xiao Tai's ears moved, and she quickly said:

"It is two living beings, one of them is a pseudo-god, and the other cannot see the specific realm."

"Go, go and see." Meng Qing stepped out in one step.

Bursts of dark light appeared, and the vague and illusory light overlapped and flew around, as if the two eternal elements of light and darkness were constantly intertwined, which was easy to dazzle.

It was a hollow, surrounded by several passages, and Meng Qing came from one of them.

Two light clusters collided with each other, and then rushed towards one of them in unison.

The two hid above the void, the dead aura here was already very thick, coupled with the sense of light and shadow, if the pseudo-god with average strength came, he would lose the ability to react.

Whoosh!

As if the sound of space being torn apart, a black light rushed out from the passage that the two had just walked out of, as if they were running for their lives.

It turned out to be a black chicken with black flames all around!

After rushing to the hollow, he did not stop, but continued forward and turned into another passage.

But ten breaths, the dark light rushed out again!

But at the moment when it just reached the hollow, a black shadow also burst out, like a cannonball hit the black chicken, the cold light flashed, the blood splashed, and then the black shadow carried the dead black chicken upside down, laughing maniacally:

"Haha, steal the chicken Nan Povan!" Little thing, Xiaoye squatted here for two months, can be regarded as catching you, although Xiaoye can't beat the innermost thing, but I am not afraid of the chickens it raises!

Meng Qing above was stunned, this voice... It's so familiar to listen to!

A swallowing sound came out, and the blood of the black chicken was all devoured, and it was completely unresponsive, and even the black flames on its body disappeared.

The black shadow showed its original shape, it was actually a turtle no more than the size of a palm, and the black chicken was nearly three feet, which was a sharp contrast.

Meng Qing's eyes widened, wasn't this the same goods that snatched his treasure when he was about to go to Dongcheng Dongcheng?

After such a long time, Meng Qing still remembers it!

Without him, it was the first time Meng Qing broke around in his career! What made him most depressed was that this thing seemed to appear out of thin air, and after arriving in Dongcheng, he also secretly asked the intelligence department of the Yunxiao Sect to look for it, but found nothing!

Just when he was about to forget about this, he actually bumped into this product here?

As soon as he thought of Xiao Tai's words, Meng Qing became cautious, Xiao Tai was a true god, but even he could not sense the breath of this little turtle, which was enough to show the power of the latter.

And with the experience of the last time, Meng Qing directly took out the Demon Spirit Pestle.

Xiao Tai's eyelids jumped: "Ah this... No need, right?

"It's necessary, this thing has to be guarded against." Meng Qing said, while converging his aura to the extreme, carefully approaching downward.

When he was less than a foot away from the little turtle, Meng Qing quietly raised the Demon Spirit Pestle, and he tried his best to converge the flow of spiritual energy to the extreme.

The little turtle that was tearing the flesh and blood of the black chicken suddenly raised its head, and Meng Qing's movements stopped.

"No, there is the breath of creatures approaching here, and I stayed there for a while... Isn't it, are there still creatures so unconscionable this year? You actually want to steal my? The little turtle tilted its head, and its short forelimbs seemed to be thinking.

Meng Qing's face turned dark, and he gave up continuing to inject spiritual energy into the Demon Spirit Pestle, but slammed downwards!

Rumble!

The little turtle instantly sensed that something was wrong, retracted its head into the turtle shell, rolled forward, and the action was completed in one go, as if it had been tempered thousands of times beforehand.

But the demon spirit pestle is an artifact in the end, even if it is not injected with spiritual energy, the coercion that comes with it is still terrifying.

The little turtle was blown away by a strong wind, and at the same time, its body seemed to be crushed by a big mountain, screaming and screaming!

Meng Qing stepped forward quickly and let Xiao Qiang exert his devouring power.

Suddenly, there were pieces of patterns connected behind the little turtle, forming each other, like a big seal upward, unexpectedly lifting the coercion released by the artifact a little!

It's terrifying.

"Still remember? Give me down! When Xiao Tai arrived, he raised his palm, and black stripes appeared above, intertwined with each other's spiritual energy, covering forward, like a giant mouth in the abyss that was frantically devouring.

At the same time, the little turtle only felt that his heart was beating faster, and his soul was about to be devoured by those black stripes!

"Groove, Soul Eater?! I..." Before

the little turtle finished the rest of his words, its body was swallowed by black stripes, and then Xiaoqiang made a move, even with Xiaotai's strength.

All this is a long story, from Meng Qing's shot to the little turtle being collected, the whole process is no more than twenty breaths!

When Meng Qing calmed down, he found that the spiritual energy in his body was nearly thirty percent less!

"Is this an artifact? This is not yet powerful, so you can eat, what can you do in the future? Meng Qing was a little speechless.

You know, Fang Cai just used this artifact as a physical tool, but this consumed three percent, if it was completely urged, I am afraid that with all his current aura to urge, he might not even be able to perform a move!

"No wonder others say that the true God is all dust, it seems to make some sense." Meng Qing muttered to himself, and then his mind sank into Xiaoqiang's domain, intending to turn over old accounts.

Among them, although the little turtle was suppressed, it still shouted unrelentingly:

"Lie in the groove you sneak attack, you can't afford to play you little trash!"