Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

Even if the resentment spirits that he has dissipated are counted, there is absolutely no way that he has refined so many.

The number of these black qi is definitely a majestic number, how many corpses will there be...

I am afraid, it is a number that is enough to make people crazy.

Even if he spent his whole life, it would be difficult for him to refine such a large number of resentful spirits.

But, where did these grievances that have been refined come from?

My mind shifted back to the boy, and while dealing with the boy, he was thinking about how to take those powers as his own.

If the power he can't control can be controlled by these people...

Then he couldn't believe it.

Therefore, the people in black robes never considered that Yuanxi might manipulate these black qi.

The reason for everything should be the unremarkable wooden box.

Qiang Mo glanced at the girl who was ready, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and he conveyed with his spiritual sense:

Xi, throw that box to him.

Yuanxi's eyes are even more confused, what are you going to play?

Help each other... strengthen their strength?

Although he was more and more puzzled, he obediently smashed the box in the direction of the black-robed man.

The target... was the latter's head.

The second that Yuanxi threw it out, the black-robed man was smashed on the head by a wooden box ornately.

I couldn't help but let out a low growl from my clenched teeth:

"Sigh..."

When the pain eased a little, the man in black robe suddenly realized what hit him.

A look of joy flashed in his eyes, and before he had time to look at the culprit who smashed him, he took a big step directly in front of the wooden box and bent over to pick it up.

The eager look seems to be afraid that someone will **** this box containing infinite power with him.

The young man ticked lightly at the corner of his lips, how could they compete with the one in front of them...?

You know, she really wants this box to be picked up soon...

The black-robed man clenched the wooden box tightly, and the smile on his face was even more arrogant:

"Hahaha! You can't do anything about me now! This priest will definitely leave you a whole corpse!"

Qiang Mo looked at the person in front of him without changing his expression, and the slight smile on the corner of his mouth was dyed with a hint of irony.

Interests are directly linked to human nature.

The black-robed man couldn't wait to open the box in his hand, and the thick black aura suddenly surrounded him.

Filled with resentment, the black qi dipped into the latter's body desperately, scrambling for each other, and the black-robed man felt an unprecedented power for a while.

At this moment, Yuanxi and Ye Su also walked over from the altar. The girl looked at the scene in front of her, frowned slightly, and asked:

"Mo, doesn't this increase his power?"

The corner of the boy's lips tickled lightly, and he said something that was somewhat incomprehensible:

"Humanity is greedy."

Yuanxi listened to the boy's completely off-topic words, and then looked at the man in black robe in front of him, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

The frowning brows stretched out, looking at the calm young man on the side, he said jokingly:

"With you, little student Mozun, I can think of this."

Human nature is greedy, so when you get power, you always want more, and this more is never ending.

It's like people always say tomorrow, but today's tomorrow has arrived, and tomorrow, it continues.

Sure enough, the unbridled laughter of the black-robed man suddenly stopped.