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The sky was filled with stars, and a huge full moon hung high above his head, as if it could be touched with a single hand.

The temperature of the Crying Demon Abyss at night had become very low. If one did not have special methods to keep it warm, it would be difficult for a practitioner with slightly lower strength to make it through.

Mo Beichen was naturally not worried, and thus did not feel cold.

Every time night fell, the Demonic Beast that were hidden during the day would become lively and wander around, searching for their own food.

Some of the Demonic Beast were extremely powerful, and because of their habits, they were rarely seen during the day. Only when night arrived would he be able to see any traces of it.

At this time, it would be unwise for him to keep his head down and travel in the dark.

Although bonfires could intimidate Demonic Beast, there were still many strong fellows who would be attracted to it.

Every time Mo Beichen built a fire, he would try his best to find a place where he could hide from the wind and light.

He roasted a few more chunks of meat and threw them into the Storage Ring as dry rations. Looking at the darkening sky, he knew he had to find a place to spend the night.

Cold air gushed out from his palms and extinguished the fire. Mo Beichen became more alert as he started to look around.

"My luck wasn't bad this time. I found it so quickly."

Not long after, his face lit up and he strode forward.

After finding a skull that could fit several people, Mo Beichen found a few large bones and blocked the surrounding cracks. After realising that he couldn't see what was inside, he went in and filled the last hole.

After the camouflage and protection, this temporary residence would be his safe haven tonight.

This was how he had been these days every night.

Afraid that the Demonic Beast would devour him dry if he were to fall asleep in the middle of the night, Mo Beichen did not dare sleep too deeply, and was basically half asleep and half awake.

As long as there was any movement, he would be able to wake up immediately.

At first he wasn't used to it, but after a while he fell asleep, and then he woke up with a start, covered in cold sweat. Otherwise, he would not dare to sleep all night, as he was afraid that he would not wake up even if he slept for a long time.

If he wanted to have a good sleep in this dangerous wilderness, not only did he need a strong heart, he also needed a little mind.

It was only until Mo Beichen learned how to hold his breath and lower his body's functions, which made him seem like an old monk in meditation. His entire being's aura dropped to its lowest point, and even his heartbeat became extremely slow.

In this way, even if a Demonic Beast came forward, it would still be difficult to discover his existence.

Just like this, Mo Beichen gradually got used to the life of the Crying Demon Abyss.

Other than cultivating during the day, he was also searching for suitable materials so that he could use them as a temporary weapon to survive these difficult days.

Even though he was anxious, he knew that it was useless no matter how anxious he was.

Other than the north, south, east and west, he didn't know anything else. Even if he wanted to head in the same direction, he would always deviate from his original route for various reasons.

Just like this, the days passed one by one, and Mo Beichen's beard gradually emerged from his chin, and his jet-black hair also grew longer and longer.

Time passed in the blink of an eye. A few days later …

Mo Beichen looked at the skeleton that was over a hundred metres long, and a surprised look flashed across his eyes.

"Even the corpse is so huge! I really wonder how amazing you were when you were still alive!"

Looking at the rows of spines that soared to the sky from the back of his back, straight and straight, as thick as his wrist, like halberd bones, Mo Beichen's heart jumped, he leaped up.

Looking at the bone spike that was even taller than him, a strange light appeared in Mo Beichen's eyes. In terms of appearance, at least this bone spurs suited him very well.

He stretched out both his hands and gripped the bone spike's base. He pulled up with force, but it didn't budge at all.

"Huh?"

He didn't expect that he would actually fail. Mo Beichen exclaimed lightly as he bent his body down and the muscles in his arms twisted. He shouted loudly, "Break for me!"

However, Mo Beichen's face was flushed red, the bright thing in his hand was safe and sound, as though it was laughing at him.

"Heh, I don't believe it!"

Mo Beichen felt a burning sensation on his face. He couldn't believe that he couldn't even deal with a single bone that had been dead for who knows how many years.

Mo Beichen's hands were like iron as they fiercely grabbed onto the bone spur. He shouted out repeatedly, and just as he was about to use all his strength, "Clang!", he finally pulled the stubborn bone spike out of his body.

He jumped to the ground and used his hand to grab onto the bone spike. Looking at the halberd like appearance, Mo Beichen shot forward like lightning towards the huge beast's skeleton.

"Puchi!"

That skeleton, which did not even have a single crack when Mo Beichen's heavy fist was swung, was actually pierced through like tofu, like nothing more than a piece of tofu.

"Alright!" Mo Beichen was overjoyed.

It was truly like stepping on broken iron shoes without any effort to find them.

"When this Demonic Beast was alive, it must have been an extraordinary existence. The toughness of this bone spike is at least not inferior to a middle grade spirit artifact. As for exactly how powerful it is, before we tested it, we couldn't say for sure. "

His eyes shone with joy, looking at the dozen of bones on the skeleton, Mo Beichen's mouth formed a smile, and finally found something!

This kind of good stuff was simply a natural divine weapon. It was a good thing that could not even be bought with money. Its value was at least equivalent to a middle grade spirit weapon. Mo Beichen had no reason to leave them here.

He had a treasure to pick up, so he jumped onto the skeleton's broad back, rolled up his sleeves, and pulled it out with a wheeze.

After a while, Mo Beichen's face turned red, he gasped for breath and sat on the skeleton happily.

Looking at the pile of white bones, Mo Beichen extended out his finger and counted: "One, two, three … Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen! "

Unable to hold back his excitement, Mo Beichen clapped his hands, and said happily: "This time, even if it's just a normal mid grade spirit artifact, there are eighteen of them here, it's still not a small amount of wealth."

The System suddenly became greedy, if Mo Beichen wanted to use the enviable function, he had to work hard to earn money, to accept its exploitation.

Otherwise, it would be too much of a torment to guard the treasure mountain without doing anything at all.

He had never bought a Middle Grade Spirit Weapon from anyone before. He didn't know how many Spirit Stone s he would need, but they would definitely not be cheap. If not, the Cold Martial Sect would not be so tightly controlled, and only a few would be exchanged.

Although these bone spikes were astonishingly tough, they were not sharp at the top. They were even a bit round and blunt, and could not be used to pierce and pierce.

If he wanted to turn them into better weapons, he would have to go through some minor modifications.

"As long as we have the raw materials, everything else is fine. It's just not sharp enough, that's easy to do! "

After keeping them into his Storage Ring, Mo Beichen's next goal was to grind these bone spikes into sharp spears.