Su Mo nodded his head.
Immediately, the butcher allocated an unowned attic for him. The attic was not big, it was made of wood, and it occupied a radius of ten feet. It had three floors.
In the attic, Su Mo sat cross-legged, holding a storage ring in his hand.
This storage ring is naturally the demon lord’s possession, the other party has been devoured by him, and everything has been obtained by him.
There are no spiritual crystals in the storage ring, but a large number of black magic crystals.
This magic crystal is similar to spirit crystal, but what is contained in it is not pure aura, but magic energy.
Judging from the degree of magic energy contained in the magic crystals, there are thousands of top-grade magic crystals among these magic crystals, and the rest are top-grade magic crystals, which are as many as tens of millions.
There are quite a lot of items in the storage ring. The more precious ones are a few demon martial arts and a few spears, but there is no holy-level high-grade martial arts, which makes Su Mo a little disappointed.
He can also understand this, because even if Mo Xiao has practiced the top-grade holy-level demon martial arts, he doesn’t necessarily carry the martial arts jade slips with him.
Among the items in the entire storage ring, the most valuable thing is the black magic gun used by the demon owl. This gun is a holy weapon.
After inspecting the items in the storage ring, Su Mo put away the storage ring and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Because, after he devoured Mo Xiao, he actually left behind a bloodline power in the devouring battle soul.
“Could it be the bloodline unique to the real demons?” Su Mo wondered. He didn’t know what bloodline it was, and he didn’t merge with himself hastily.
If he merged with this bloodline and turned into a dark demon body like Mo Xiao, that would be bad.
After all, he is a human race, and he doesn’t want to become a demon race.
“It shouldn’t change the shape of the body!”
Su Mo pondered for a while, and thought to himself, the power of blood should be a kind of power to strengthen oneself, and it is unlikely to change the shape of the body.
He devoured so many kinds of blood, and he never changed his form.
Moreover, although the power of this bloodline is not weak, after merging with his many bloodlines, it is only a part of it.
After thinking for a while, Su Mo decided to fuse the power of this bloodline, otherwise it would be too wasteful.
Immediately, with a thought, the blood power that existed in the Devouring Battle Soul immediately entered his body, and then melted into his body.
Su Mo felt it quietly, and soon, his eyes flashed, and he felt a change in himself.
This blood force, after entering the body, actually rushed straight to the forehead.
Afterwards, Su Mo only felt an extremely itchy crack on his forehead, which slowly opened.
“It’s the Eye of the Ancient Demon!” Su Mo was startled, and he immediately understood that the power of this bloodline was not the demon body of the real demon clan, but the blood of the ancient demon’s eye of Mo Xiao.
After two breaths, the itching disappeared, and the crack on his forehead slowly fixed, about half an inch long.
Su Mo could clearly feel that an eye pupil was born inside the crack.
Swish!
The crack opened, and the green eyes appeared, and the dim light filled the air, and it was suddenly strange.
“It’s spiritual power!” Su Mo murmured to himself. The pupils were connected to his spiritual power. As long as he lightly activated it, he could launch a mental attack.
So it turned out that the ancient devil’s eye was a mental attack. No wonder when the demon owl used the magic eye to attack Baili Li Qing, the latter’s attack power would drop drastically.
Let me ask, if one’s spirit is attacked, one’s own strength and control will be greatly reduced.
Su Mo was a little bit embarrassed. When he fought with Mo Xiao, it was thanks to showing his weakness that the opponent didn’t come in time to fight against Mo Xiao.
Otherwise, a thunder strike might not be able to kill the opponent.
After a while, the Ancient Demon Eye on Su Mo’s forehead slowly closed. Although there was only a thin gap left, it gave him a strange feeling.
Afterwards, Su Mo took out the holy relic, looked at it carefully for a moment, and swallowed it in one gulp.
The holy relic entered his stomach, as if he had eaten a piece of iron, and Su Mo immediately started to refine it.
The majestic energy surged out from the holy relic, not only that, but also a mysterious force appeared, entered into his sea of consciousness, strengthened and nourished his soul.
Su Mo closed his eyes, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of Lang Lang Buddha, as if an eminent monk was chanting sutras and chanting Buddha.
The voice was so loud and boundless that it seemed to be real, resounding in Su Mo’s mind.