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He quickly ran away and went to a corner where a person was looking for a high-grade offensive treasure.
It just so happened that he could sell this high-grade offensive treasure to this person.
Bai Xiaochun waited for a while before Niu Thirteen returned.
As Niu Thirteen took out 10,000 low-grade Desolate Stone from his bag of holding, Bai Xiaochun was stunned.
He didn't think that Niu Thirteen would take out so many prehistoric stones at once. This was the weight of 100 low-grade 2-star beast cores.
Noticing Bai Xiaochun's stupefied expression, Niu Thirteen asked doubtfully, "Don't you have a hundred low-grade 2-star demonic pills?"
If Bai Xiaochun didn't have 100 low-grade 2-star beast cores, then he wouldn't be able to complete the mission.
However, Bai Xiaochun gave a confident smile and took out 100 low-grade 2-star beast cores, handing them to Niu Thirteen. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.
After bidding farewell to Bai Xiaochun, Niu Thirteen soon returned to the dormitory.
He took out the 100 low-grade 2-star demonic pills that he had just bought from Bai Xiaochun, looked at them with burning eyes, and then prepared to cultivate.
One after another, the low rank 2 beast cores were quickly absorbed by him.
His aura also became stronger and stronger. At the same time, the saber mark on his forehead also became darker and darker.
Finally, after the last low grade two star pill was absorbed by him.
The knife mark on his forehead darkened by a third. A powerful feeling was emitted from his forehead.
Little White, who was next to him, felt the aura of an ancient demon god appear in the knife mark on Niu Thirteen's forehead.
It had already darkened by 220%, and now, with the addition of 0.1%, it had darkened by 320%, almost by a third.
The sword-shaped mark on his forehead had already darkened by a third, emitting a terrifying black light. It was no longer faintly discernible, and a broken blade could be seen on his forehead.
The broken blade continuously throbbed, as if it was going to fly out from between his eyebrows.
And when the broken blade jumped, a terrifying aura that came from the soul silently came out.
This caused his dormitory to tremble uncontrollably, as though he was unable to withstand the aura of a broken blade.
On the side, Whitey was already trembling in fear from this aura.
He curled up into a ball and hid in the corner of his room as he looked at the space between Niu Thirteen's eyebrows in fear.
At this moment, Niu Thirteen felt that he could now communicate with the sword-shaped mark on his forehead.
He felt a connection between his flesh and blood, as if he could control the knife shaped mark on his forehead.
He focused all of his attention on the saber mark between his eyebrows and tried to control it.
When his mind came in contact with the blade-like mark, the blade-like mark began to throb more and more violently. Moreover, he felt an impulse to fly out of his forehead at any moment.
However, although the blade-shaped mark was violently pulsing, it did not repel his mind.
Instead, he slowly accepted the feeling. He could also feel that he had really touched the saber, and the saber had left a mark on him.
He felt that between his eyebrows, there was a space, and in that space, there was a knife.
The position of the handle of this blade had already turned black.
However, the position of the tip of the blade was still empty, like a broken blade, trembling in this space.
His mind transformed into his appearance. Then, he carefully extended his right hand and grabbed the hilt of the saber.