But the golden light burst out, and when it tightened slightly, the wriggling disappeared.

This orb was the bad luck that Ye Mo surrendered from He Kun.

He was incarnated by bad luck, and Ye Mo faintly noticed a trace of wisdom from him.

Ye Mo made a gesture, and the golden thread wrapped around the sphere suddenly dispersed, turning into a two-meter-long golden thread, drilling into Ye Mo's body.

The bondage disappeared, the sphere continued to expand and grow, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a boy about one meter two.

The little ghost was not wearing skin, his whole body was snow-white, his eyes and mouth were pure black, floating in the air.

When he saw Ye Mo, he grinned and rushed towards Ye Mo.

"Xiao Rou."

Ye Mo's spiritual consciousness penetrated into the turtle shell magic weapon and called softly.

It seemed that something woke up from the turtle shell magic weapon, and a strong spiritual pressure appeared.

The little ghost stopped in fear and looked at Ye Mo in surprise, not daring to move forward any more.

"Brother Ye Mo, Xiao Rou is here."

The beautiful sound as if it were an ethereal bird sounded in Ye Mo's mind, and a ball of white mist burst into the turtle shell magic weapon.

The white mist emits a thick spiritual pressure, and faintly condenses into the image of a girl with two ponytails, with her back facing Ye Mo.

It's Xiaorou.

Since dealing with her big enemy Zhang Kai, Xiaorou has fallen into a deep sleep.

"I've been sleeping for a while, and my cultivation has increased!"

Ye Mo swept his spiritual consciousness and found that Xiao Rou's cultivation level had reached the late stage of Qi refining, and was only one step away from foundation building.

"This little devil is an evil and perverted person, full of evil and violent spirit. Please help me tame him."

Ye Mo said lightly.

"Yes, Brother Ye Mo."

Xiaorou nodded and agreed, grabbed it with her right hand, and the white fog suddenly stretched and turned into a chain of fog, wrapping the little ghost all over.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

The little ghost screamed in fear, but it was useless. The chains of fog were constantly tightened and became smaller.

Xiaorou pulled it hard, pulled the ghost and turned into a stream of light and entered the turtle shell magic weapon again.

The surface of the turtle shell magic weapon was white and gray light continued to appear, as if something was fighting inside.

But it became quiet in a few seconds.

Ye Mo put away the tortoise shell magic weapon.

He has a lot of things now and has no energy to deal with a bad villain, so he handed him over to Xiaorou.

Then, Ye Mo took out a piece of purple-black wood from his pocket again.

The bark of the wood is purple, and there are some holes left by insects on the surface, which are bumpy and emitting a faint fragrance.

It is the century-old agarwood.

This agarwood is as big as a palm, not large in size, but it is extremely heavy. Ye Mo weighs it and it is estimated to be about fifty kilograms.

"The "Qihuang Heart Sutra" records that when agarwood is burning, its incense can reach the heaven, earth, and human world, and can be used to drive away evil spirits and refine spiritual weapons. It is the king of incense wood, which is very rare, let alone this century-old agarwood is something that is hard to come by. I don't know where He Kun got it."

Ye Mo looked at agarwood: "There is another effect in this agarwood. The aroma generated during burning is also of great benefit to immortal cultivators. It can speed up the growth rate of spiritual power and achieve twice the result with half the effort."

"For example, I originally took a Guyuan pill, but only one pill was effective."

"But if you refine the pill under the aroma, it can become twice or even three times the effect!"
Chapter completed!