The First Spirit Seed Dares to Receive the Treasure of Ten Thousand Years!

The Giant Python used its full strength to roar.

"The attack has angered the beast. It revealed the location of the third Spirit Compass. That is its Spirit Compass!"

Mu Bei's words were filled with emotion, but at this moment, he had other choices.

The Giant Python roared, then violently somersaulted, landing on its belly.

The Giant Python loomed overhead, its massive mouth opening. A dark, poisonous light ball pulsed within its mouth!

"This is its innate spirit skill!"

Mu Bei didn't hesitate. He believed in the power of the young man in front of him.

All his strength, all his will, was concentrated on the tip of the Demon Blade.

"Break through the void, shatter the lightning!"

The thousand-year-old Spirit Seed Light rapidly shot towards the Demon Blade, instantly covering the entire blade in a layer of shimmering light.

Towards that seemingly fragile barrier, Mu Bei used all his strength, gripping the Demon Blade tightly.

"Roar—!"

This time, it wasn't a simple collision.

It was a piercing of the flesh and bone!

The Demon Blade pierced through, "Roar—! Hiss—!"

The Giant Python let out a painful roar, and a golden light ball pulsed in its mouth.

Its massive body writhed violently, somersaulting and scattering the skeleton fragments around it.

Mu Bei was flung out by the Giant Python's immense strength, landing on the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The skeletal remains of the young man, who had just stood up, were crushed into powder by the Giant Python's terrifying strike.

The ice-blue blood stained the entire poisonous swamp, and the Giant Python's tentacles began to shrink.

Finally, its massive feet slammed onto the ground, kicking up dust and dirt.

In the beast's dim eyes, the light of life was rapidly fading.

He died...

Mu Bei clutched his stomach and sat on the ground, gasping for air.

The young man walked out from behind the giant stone, looking at the giant beast struggling in the blood, then at the dazed old man and the heavily armored skeleton, and finally at the exhausted Mu Bei.

This was the world of demons.

The battle was over, and the next one began.

Mu Bei stood up and looked at the child who was only seven years old, his heart filled with emotion.

"Young Master... it... it's yours."

The young man walked silently to the three of them, looking at the bloodstains on the ground left by the old man, and the young man's already pale hands.

A wave of emotion that had never been experienced before surged in his heart.

If it weren't for the current situation, he would never have had to face life and death.

Mu Bei, and the dazed old man, were deeply rooted in this place.

"Don't worry, I won't leave."

"I, the young man, will fulfill my promise and bury the three of you."

Mu Bei wiped his hands tiredly and smiled bitterly.

"Young Master, what's the point of doing this? This is just my life."

He took a deep breath and said.

"You've already helped the Giant Python absorb so much life force."

"This Demon Blade is too powerful and has too much malice. It can easily attract the attention of other beasts. It's not safe."

"While it's still unconscious, let's quickly replenish the Spirit Seed energy."

"I can already use my power to find other beasts for you to absorb their Spirit Seed."

"Okay."

The young man no longer hesitated. Now was not the time to be sentimental.

He pulled out a dagger from his thigh, walked to the Giant Python's massive head, and gently placed it on its eyes, which had already lost their luster.

Then he began to chant.

"Ah—!"

A deep black spiritual energy flowed from the Giant Python's body, emitting a faint aura that was far more ordinary than that of a normal person.

The young man sat cross-legged on the ground, his spiritual power extending out, carefully drawing that spiritual energy, and began to absorb it.

In the depths of the barren forest, a figure flickered across the canopy, its movements as swift as the wind. It was the Demon's palm, Mu Bei.

He crushed a poisonous centipede.

The poisonous centipede was a hundred and twenty years old. Its body was covered in poisonous scales, and its lifespan was tens of thousands of years. It was a Giant Python, and its lifespan was not far from a hundred thousand years.

A child of eight deaths, dare to absorb the Spirit Seed for tens of thousands of years?

He can walk in the air.

If you want to know, even those great cultivators' Spirit Seeds, in order to cultivate to the peak, can only dare to live for about three hundred years.

Little child, it's heaven-sent, and it's also a blessing.

Mu Bei played with the poisonous centipede.

Forget it, his mission was to protect it, and he couldn't let outsiders interfere.

If he were to absorb the Spirit Seed and die, it would be his own choice, not his own fault.

The moment the Spirit Seed entered his body, Mu Bei knew that he had also overestimated himself.

After enduring the hardships and hardships of the past hundred years, coupled with the nourishment of the Spirit Seed and various rare herbs, his height had already surpassed that of his peers, enough to withstand stronger external forces.

Only then did he see a hint of light in his eyes.

A wave of immense anger mixed with the unwillingness to be mediocre surged within him, and the desire to destroy stirred his blood.

The poisonous fangs of the poisonous snake were gnawing at his flesh.

At the same time, a wave of bone-chilling cold power, like a torrent, flowed through his weak body.

The pain that tore his lungs, momentarily, spread throughout his entire body.

Every piece of flesh, every inch of skin, was being torn and reassembled by the power of the Spirit Seed.

"Ah..."

Mu Bei couldn't help but let out a mournful cry. His large body trembled uncontrollably, and his tender little mouth clenched his teeth in pain.

At that moment, Mu Bei, who was breathing, felt a surge of spiritual power, and sensed Mu Bei's madness.

Opening his eyes, he saw Mu Bei's pained expression and couldn't help but touch his chin and ponder.

Not bad.

His own young master had the talent to absorb the spiritual energy for thousands of years, and it was not as simple as he thought.

As his gaze fell on Mu Bei's magnificent Spirit Seed, his heart trembled.

He had never expected that he would encounter such a situation. He was looking for a place to hide, and he encountered a tall figure, covered in dense spiritual patterns, the hundred-year-old poisonous centipede was constantly growing.

It was not far from a hundred thousand years of lifespan!

Mu Bei's body trembled for a moment.

Finished.

The whole body was numb.

Young Master, you call yourself a thousand-year-old spirit body, why are you not afraid!

My three brothers and sisters, a small family, all depend on you.

If Mu Bei dies in the Spirit Seed, the City Lord will have to break his bones and pull out his tendons!

Time passed by in a flash.

The first ray of morning light, piercing through the night, shone on Mu Bei's body, and the bone-chilling power overflowed.

The spiritual energy he absorbed also stabilized.

"Hoo..."

Mu Bei exhaled a long breath of icy mist and slowly opened his eyes.

He woke up.

He could clearly feel that his spiritual power was like a broken bamboo, directly breaking through the twelfth level of the stone wall, and stopping at the thirteenth level. Even the fourteenth level was only one step away.

If he could cultivate for another three months, Mu Bei would be able to reach the fourteenth level.

He got up and stretched his body. He felt that his body had become a bit slender and small, but it was because he was absorbing spiritual energy. His body had also been greatly strengthened and had grown taller.