"It's a small world. Mo Chenxiao smiled.

"It's you!"

Wen Qingtian was shocked, and his blood-red figure, like a ghost, fell in front of him like that.

"You say, how do you want to die?" Mo Chenxiao smiled sweetly.

"The devil. Wen Qingtian gritted his teeth.

"Ignorance. Mo Chenxiao shook her head with a little regret, her delicate face was full of pity, "Death is the gate to heaven, and life is the reincarnation of suffering, so why cling?"

"Demons are all crooked. Wen Qingtian gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "I know that I will die today, but don't think about it." ”

A month ago, I was able to hurt you, but a month later, how far can you grow?

He didn't believe that this man was invincible.

"The angry dragon goes to sea. ”

Wen Qingtian's eyes were cold, the spear swept out suddenly, and the momentum of pulling out a thousand catties, the dead branches and fallen leaves rolled up with the strong wind, the cold light of the spear loomed, and the angry dragon went out to sea, stirring three feet in front of him, a space, covered with cold.

Mo Chenxiao stretched out his arms, like a light veil, letting the wind blow.

"Haha. ”

Wen Qingtian laughed, the rumors were terrible, but in fact, he was not invincible, and when he encountered a strong attack, he still had to dodge, just like a month ago.

"White clouds in the waves. ”

With another move, the gun continued to roll like a wave.

"Spring thunder sounded. ”

It was like a shot like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, as fast as thunder, and it contained great power, Mo Chenxiao stayed away in an instant, this shot was indeed a threat to him.

"Lilies bloom. ”

The flowers bloom with six petals, each petal is the condensation of the shadow of the gun, sweeping the Liuhe, the petals are closed, and Mo Chenxiao has no way to retreat, Wen Qingtian made up his mind to pay attention to this shot, and took his life.

However, Mo Chenxiao disappeared suddenly, and the next moment, he had already deviated from it, completely avoiding the lily blossoms, Wen Qingtian was stunned for a moment, and faintly sensed that something was wrong.

"Nine strikes in a row. ”

"The dragon swims in the sea. ”

"The angry dragon roars, kills, kills. ”

Wen Qingtian's moves were serial killing, and the moves were desperate, Mo Chenxiao's face was indifferent, step by step, shuttling through the sea of flowers, avoiding all the killing moves.

Until Wen Qingtian finished his killing, he was out of breath, standing with a gun, his eyes were white, and it was difficult to lift a trace of strength.

Mo Chenxiao was still smiling, "Actually, you can play a few more tricks, so that when you die, you should be happier." At least, I tried my best. ”

"Ahh Wen Qingtian gritted his teeth.

"Earthly honor and disgrace are always reincarnated, why bother. Mo Chenxiao smiled, but it symbolized the calamity of death.

"Even if the gates of heaven are not opened for you, at least there are gates of hell. ”

"If hell is full, and there is still a blood prison, it is still very empty, and it needs a good young man like you to bury your bones!"

Mo Chenxiao walked forward step by step, his steps were very light, but death was approaching, and Wen Qingtian's face showed despair.

He really didn't want to die.

"Devil, devil, devil, don't come, devil, please, don't come. ”

Wen Qingtian leaned on his spear and stepped back, his eyes revealing fear.

"Huh. Mo Chenxiao smiled.

It's just that before he walked in, Wen Qingtian fainted directly from himself because of the fear in his heart.

"That's it. "Mo Chenxiao was stunned", let's collect some interest today. ”

Mo Chenxiao's finger stretched out and pressed it on Wen Qingtian's forehead, and a thin blood mist penetrated into it, leaving a blood-red mark on his eyebrows.

"This blood mist will not kill you, but it can make you haunted by nightmares for a lifetime, the scene of hell, enjoy them one by one. ”

In this blood mist, there are more than ten scenes of purgatory such as the knife mountain oil pot, the copper furnace iron pillar, the tongue and the heart, etc., which will appear in his dreams one by one in the future, such as immersive, he is the person who is drenched in blood on the knife mountain, he is the person who boils in the oil pot, and he is the person who is bound on the iron pillar of the copper furnace.

Nightmare Scene, Nightmare Energy, the third ability of the Dragon's Blood Prison, Prison Scene.

Mo Chenxiao didn't kill him, it had nothing to do with mercy or cruelty, nothing to do with hatred or resentment, just executing a game about death.

Just like the Grim Reaper, they consume the lives of the world through birth, old age, sickness and death, and finally catch them all into the death world, disrupt and reorganize all consciousness, and send them into reincarnation again, watching them stage a love and hate of birth and death.

He is now the Grim Reaper of the Black Mist Mountains.

The bones of the evil slaves are exposed in the blood prison, they are not allowed to be buried deeply, they are not allowed to rest in peace, and the souls of the evil slaves wander in the void and roar, and their flesh and blood become the nourishment of the blood prison, nourishing the blood prison and nourishing the unknown beings.

In the Black Mist Mountains, many leaders united to encircle and suppress him, but he was always able to skillfully avoid all searches, and then lurked, attacking one camp after another.

He did not want to encounter a large number of evil slaves.

Mining ore is the primary task of the evil slave, and this cannot be cheated under any circumstances, otherwise, it will be punished by the Gusu clan.

The Black Mist Mountains are like a cage that imprisons slaves as well as evil slaves.

......

"Bloodfinger Soul Robbery!"

Mo Chenxiao chuckled indifferently, quietly lurked behind a leader, and attacked.

can be the leader here, their strength has reached the second order martial artist at worst, in fact, most of them are third-order martial artists, Mo Chenxiao's strength is slightly weaker, but he also has the strength of a third-order martial artist, but he never uses fists and feet, which naturally cannot be reflected.

The blood mist projectile broke through the wind, and the leader reacted very sensitively, and at the critical moment, he sensed that something was wrong, and swept away the blood mist with a cold light.

"Die!" the shriveled voice was full of murderous intent.

Yuan Shaoai's face was sallow, his skin was very dry, and he had a strand of pure white hair on the side of his face, and his physical condition was obviously a cut older than his actual age.

He majored in swords, and his long sword pulled flowers, blooming like cold plums, and he shot without leaving any life.

Mo Chenxiao changed his shape and changed his shadow, coming and going like the wind, letting the sword bloom and the plum, he borrowed the wind to walk, his palm lifted and pushed, and five clouds of blood mist condensed from the palm of his hand, all of which floated towards Yuan Shaoai.

The blood mist is light and agile, and it does not have the strength of the blood robbery finger, but it is precisely because of this that it is even more difficult to defeat.

When the long sword came into contact with the blood mist, Yuan Shaoai's face changed, and the long sword actually faintly transmitted the illusion of being corroded.

Yuan Shaoai immediately retreated, away from the range of the blood mist, lifted the long sword, looked carefully, and the black spots on the surface of the long sword appeared and expanded.

The long sword was indeed corroded, which was not very serious, but for him, it was a very serious matter.

This sword has been with him for six years, and every texture on it is clear to him, it can be said that he has grown up with him, and he is also practicing the sword with his heart.

But today, the quality of the sword suddenly decreased, it was no longer flawless, but rusty, and he could no longer feel the spirituality of the sword, as if he were holding a piece of mortal iron.

He was hesitating, but Mo Chenxiao was not, his palm was raised, and five clouds of blood mist circulated in his palm, floating towards the man again.

Yuan Shaowai's eyes lit up, the long sword was raised, the brilliance flickered, and the blood mist was forcibly dispersed.

"Kill!"

"Mei Hai Liantao!"

Yuan Shaowai was indifferent, the long sword stabbed out, and the plum blossoms bloomed, passing through the escaping blood mist area, wanting to kill Mo Chenxiao with one blow.

"Bloodfinger Soul Robbery!"

Mo Chenxiao flicked his fingers, the blood mist was rainbow, the scarlet light broke through the wind, and hit the plum blossoms, and the sea of flowers was just a meal, and it attacked again.

Yuan Shaowai's Meihai Liantao broke through the barrier again and again, and finally approached Mo Chenxiao, but saw Mo Chenxiao chuckling, surrounded by blood mist, covering the distance of three meters, Yuan Shaowai's heart was not good, and he quickly stopped the sword momentum and went to the side.

However, it was still too late, and the edge of the blood mist passed by him, and his body was eroded, and a large piece of flesh and blood on his waist disappeared directly.

Yuan Shaoai stopped, bowed his head slightly, and fell to the ground with an unwilling face.

Mo Chenxiao appeared in the distance, and the blood finger robbed the soul again and again, burying all the onlookers, and the five blood mist around him danced like a spirit snake, several meters around, and there was a dead silence.

"It's time for chaos. ”

The blood-red figure had once again sunk into the depths of the forest, and that was the end of today's operation, and he was looking forward to a more chaotic period.

When he walked out of the jungle the next day, he noticeably smelled the difference, the number of patrols was much larger and more orderly.

The ranks of the Evil Slaves were replenished.

"Even so, what can it do?" Mo Chenxiao's face was pure and flawless, and his smile was like a flower.

He can retreat into the depths of the dense forest at any time, and he is safe, but these people don't dare, the dense forest is the territory of foreign beasts, and a large number of living human breath crosses the boundary, and will be frantically killed by many foreign beasts.

Mo Chenxiao's figure walked through like a ghost, fleeting, chasing the wind and shadows, and many evil slaves roared, but it was difficult to capture his figure.

"Not only has the team expanded, but there seem to be more masters!"

This is a camp of more than thirty people, this scale, in the Black Mist Mountain Range, it is a small camp, normally speaking, it is just some ordinary overseers, but now, there is a second-order martial artist mixed in it, like standing out from the crowd.

Mo Chenxiao made a move, and the first person to kill was this second-order martial artist, a sliver of blood bloomed on his chest, and until he died, he didn't react, what happened.

"Spiritual Mist Breath!"

Mo Chenxiao sighed lightly, five clouds of blood mist spread in the void, and they died when they touched it, and more than thirty people, none of them were spared.

"The strength of the Blood Tribulation Finger is still insufficient, or the Evil Mist is more suitable for me!"

Mo Chenxiao sighed slightly, after all, the blood demon was not the inner element that he had cultivated for a long time, it was more powerful, but the strength was obviously insufficient.

"Perhaps, I need to practice a sword technique or sword technique, so that I will not be too passive in battle. ”

He remembered the time he had fought the man who had practiced the sword.

"Although the blood is infallible, it must also be able to fall on the enemy. ”

His mind turned slightly, and Mo Chenxiao's figure flickered and disappeared.