Time passed slowly, and it took three full days before Su Mo stopped cultivating.
“The consumption is too great!”
Su Mo sighed. He raised his cultivation level and consumed an unimaginable amount of spirit crystals.
However, after all, it has been promoted to the peak of the late stage of Martial Saint Realm.
Immediately, Su Mo held his palm, and three purple-gold ghost-eating worms appeared in his palm.
“Go!”
Su Mo muttered to himself, and then the three ghost devourers flew towards Qingzu Star like three small sharp arrows.
The Batian Clan will come soon, and when the time comes, he will naturally monitor the situation.
And it’s hard for him to show up, so he can only use the ghost-eating insect to monitor him.
It is worth mentioning that among Su Mo’s group of ghost-eating worms, tens of thousands of them have evolved into purple-gold color.
Among the tens of thousands of purple-gold ghost-eating insects, there are dozens of them, the purple color of their bodies has faded, and they are transforming into a pure gold color.
However, his ancient demon brain has already been exhausted.
Nowadays, the power of the Flying Insect Great Sword is far stronger than ordinary middle-grade holy-level treasures, but there is still some gap between it and high-grade holy-level treasures, but the gap is very small.
Su Mo planned to let the ghost-eating worms devour the brains of the demon-suppressing people after returning to Tianhuang in the future to see if there was any evolutionary effect.
After all, the true demons are the descendants of the ancient demons, so they should also be able to evolve the ghost worms.
After everything was arranged properly, Su Mo began to cultivate again, condensing the power of chaos and consolidating the foundation of his cultivation.
Time flies like a white horse, day after day, without end.
After an unknown amount of time passed, Su Mo suddenly opened his eyes, and the sharp light in them disappeared in a flash.
“We’re here!” Su Mo murmured to himself, the Batian clan powerhouse had arrived at Qingzu Star.
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Shangqing Shrine, a peaceful and peaceful scene.
Rumble!
Suddenly, there was a roar from the sky and the earth, and an overwhelming aura descended from the sky, oppressing the Shangqing Shrine.
Whoosh whoosh!
One after another figures pierced the sky, and in an instant, they descended on the top of the Shangqing Shrine.
These people are exactly the members of the Tyrant Clan headed by Li Zun.
The eight powerhouses of the Batian Clan all had monstrous auras, and they made no secret of it.
“Yue Hai, come out and meet me!”
Li Zun’s eyes were like lightning, his gray hair fluttered, and he was like a god descending into the world, coercive and domineering.
Lang Lang’s voice spread all over the wilderness, like thunder exploding in the sky, shaking a radius of a million miles.
Yue Hai is the current Palace Master of Shangqing Shrine.
“It’s a member of the Batian clan!”
“This is the Patriarch of the Batian Clan!”
“What is the Batian Clan doing?”
A strong man from the Overlord Heaven Clan came in with a threatening aura, causing countless disciples of the Shangqing Shrine to scream out in shock.
There was an uproar in the entire Shangqing Shrine and dozens of peaks.
Whoosh whoosh! !
The sound of piercing the sky sounded, and a large number of strong men from the Shangqing Shrine rose into the air, and came to the front of Li Zun and the others one after another, their faces uncertain.
The leader was a thin old man with thin skin and a rigid complexion.
“Li Zun, what are you doing?” The old man looked at Li Zun in front of him and asked with a frown. Although he asked like this, he already knew the other party’s purpose in his heart.