"Do you think that our demon clan can't live without blood?"

Hu Mo seemed to be able to read minds, and Mu Ping felt that in front of her, he had no privacy at all.

"Could it be that this is similar to the fox charm technique of Daji in the ancient Shang Dynasty in China?"

Because of his spiritual power, it is not difficult for him to see that Hu Mo's body is a demon fox, and it is a nine-tailed demon fox, but now Hu Mo has just grown five tails.

Legend has it that the nine-tailed demon fox has nine tails and nine lives, each tail represents a life, if the nine tails are gone, it means that the demon fox has come to the end of its life.

"Ahem!"

Mu Ping coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

"Actually, those are the old calendars. Hu Mo shot his gaze at the endless vastness in front of him, "Many of our demon clans are no longer bloodthirsty now, but like ordinary humans, they have begun to learn human habits and eat meals that ordinary people like to eat. ”

After a pause, as if he was afraid that Mu Ping would not believe it, Hu Mo turned his face and stared at Mu Ping's eyes, "Whether you believe it or not, in short, what I said is true, there are still many of our clansmen who no longer eat deliberately and choose Bigu." ”

"Jin Dan Xiuwei?"

Mu Ping was shocked.

When a monk cultivates to the Jindan cultivation, he can absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, replenish his consumption, and he does not need to eat ordinary food at all.

"Could it be that there are many monks in this demon clan who have already reached the Jindan realm?"

"I don't know what you said about the golden pill, but I know that we have all practiced the same kind of exercise, and we can use the demon pill to absorb the qi of heaven and earth, so that we can cultivate with peace of mind, and we don't have to struggle to find food. ”

"Do you do the same?"

Mu Ping raised his eyebrows.

"Of course. ”

Hu Mo crooked his neck and smiled proudly, "Three years ago, I didn't have to eat any more food, and I didn't feel hungry. ”

"No wonder!"

The bits and pieces of contact with Hu Mo are like movie shots, flashing in Mu Ping's mind frame by frame, "Starting from the Changbai faction, it seems that I have never seen the scene of Hu Mo eating." ”

"What's that up front?"

Suddenly, Hu Mo had a terrifying look on his face, which suddenly interrupted Mu Ping's memories.

Following Hu Mo's fingers, he saw that about a kilometer in front of the motorboat, the lake was rolling, and the waves were thirty feet high rising into the sky.

And above the splash, there were two figures that were indistinguishable.

One of them, like a thick fog, was not human at all, while the other, although tall, could be seen through his body by the sun.

"Mist?"

"Soul body!"

Mu Ping's exclamation blurted out.

"Haha, little thing, you're finally here?"

An old, deafening sound came from the mouth of the fog clan.

"Robbing others these days, you have made a lot of money, right?"

The old man of the fog clan teased Mu Ping while fighting.

"By the way, what about the knife you rode on, it's much faster to use it!"

Mu Ping was covered in a pang, and he felt a cold sweat drip from the back of his neck to his heels.

In the past few days, he always has a feeling of being peeped at, and when he failed to find it several times, he thought it was his own illusion, but he didn't expect it to be the ghost of this old guy of the fog clan.

If this person wants to be unfavorable to himself, ten of them will probably hate Huangquan too.

"Humph!"

The soul body didn't speak, just snorted coldly at Mu Ping.

"Poof!"

Mu Ping opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The soul body snorted coldly, like a heavy hammer, and with a snort, it hit his sea of consciousness, and he was slightly injured under the cold.

Why is this person's soul attack so strong?!

Mu Ping estimated that this person's cultivation was at least at the peak of the Yuanying layer. And the Fog Clan fought with it but did not fall behind, and his cultivation was at least the first level of Yuanying or higher.

However, from this soul body, Mu Ping always had a familiar feeling.

By the way, isn't this the Yuanying coercion that I felt when I arranged the formation at the beginning?

Could it be him?

The two old monsters are here, how can they play!

"I'm sorry, the juniors have disturbed the discussion between the two seniors, and I apologize here, and the juniors will retire first. ”

Mu Ping clenched his fists and arched his hands, the motorboat drew a beautiful arc, turned around and left.

"It's all here, don't you feel rude if you want to leave at this time?"

The cold voice of the soul body pressed towards Mu Ping through the heavy mist, and the motorboat he was driving was stunned, and then the engine was turned off.

"Do you know why the old ghost hates you so much?"

The old man of the Fog Clan then spoke.

"That's because, every ten years, he needs ninety monks to replenish his Yuan Shen, otherwise he will definitely not be able to survive, you can be good, this year he actually put in thirty-eight worms, twenty-two ghost cultivators, and thirty demons, how can he replenish this?"

Without waiting for Mu Ping to answer, the old man spoke to himself.

"Also, you turned the Desert of Time upside down, and destroyed all the souls that he raised and were ready to devour, you say, can he be happy to see you?"

"Shhhh

Mu Ping gasped when he heard this, "No wonder the Sea of Time only opens once every ten years, and each time it opens, only a hundred Terran monks come in, and only about ten people go out, it turns out that the cat is tired of being here!"

"What does it mean for seniors to tell juniors this?"

Mu Ping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and regained his composure.

"When you talk to someone who understands, you save saliva. ”

The old man of the Fog Clan softened his voice.

"I'm going to work with you!"

"Cooperation?"

Mu Ping's face was not shocked, but the shock in his heart was like a stormy wave.

"Only by cooperating with me is your only chance to live, otherwise, you will wait for the old ghost to absorb all your spiritual power and turn into a dry corpse!"

The old man's tone became stern again.

"Weasel, you traitor, it was you who betrayed your master back then, so that your master couldn't wake up, today, do you want to do it again?"

The soul body spoke coldly, and from a kilometer away, Mu Ping could feel the hatred overflowing from him.

It was a hatred engraved in the bones.

"Neither of these guys is a good thing!"

Mu Ping scolded in his heart.

"What kind of cooperation is it?"

Mu Ping hugged his arms and started to eat melons, but his brain was running fast, thinking of a way to get out.

"If you want to run, with your little cultivation, I can easily pinch you to death with a small finger, just as pinching an ant to death. ”

The weasel obviously saw Mu Ping's thoughts and warned him.

"It's very simple, we worked together to make this old ghost, everything in this secret realm is yours, even if you want to be the master of this secret realm, you can do it!"

The weasel tossed over a king-sized flatbread.

"Don't listen to this traitor! He can betray his master, and he can betray you! Cooperate with me, I promise not to have your mental power!"

The soul body called the old ghost also began to hysterically when he heard the weasel say this.