At the beginning, hundreds of millions of dead souls were thrown into the Great Array of Death, but almost all of them were either crushed to pieces by the Great Array of Afterlife, or were blown away by the space storm. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition to the specific demon general's divine soul, there are only a very few soul fragments, which can escape these two catastrophes very lucky, and almost completely descend to the blood cloud wasteland, fusing and reborn with one of the corpses and bones all over the ground.

Moban is such an outlier, awakening some of the memories, and growing up extremely fast and powerful.

At this time, Moban was sitting on a throne made of white bones, holding his chin in one hand and closing his eyes in contemplation, and the top of his head was the simple stone roof of the stone hall, rough and primitive.

He couldn't remember exactly when he woke up, he just knew that as soon as he woke up, he was fighting, fighting, and devouring in this desolate land, in order to survive and evolve!

Gradually, Moban knew how to subdue his subordinates, and then rely on their strength to further expand, gradually, there were more and more Rakshasa demons under his command, and he didn't need to go out to conquer in person, so he naturally had fresh flesh and blood and power to send it to him. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!

The huge warships in the sky, the towering temples, the collapse of the heavens and the earth under a single blow, all kinds of vague or clear pictures like memories of the past life, because of the long-term silent contemplation, from time to time appear in the mind, but with the emergence of these memories of the past life, there will be a kind of soul-tearing pain that will accompany it.

So he still couldn't find a clear answer, he just knew that he hated this damn wasteland, these damn Rakshasa demons and this damn killing.

A Rakshasa demon actually hates killing, which is really black humor to say.

Bang bang, a heavy and hasty footstep sounded coming, interrupting Mo Ban's contemplation, he stared at the bloodied Warrior Guard-level Rakshasa Demon in front of him, and there was a faint flame rising in his blood-red eyes.

It was a very serious matter to disturb Moban's musings, and the blood demon leaned over again and again to forgive, and vaguely and quickly explained the ins and outs of the matter to Moban.

Moban stared at him deadly, looking at several half-meter-long wounds on his body, as well as a huge penetrating wound on his waist, the flesh around the wound squirmed in vain, but there was no sign of recovery.

Moban waved his hand impatiently, stopped his statement, grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne, the bone spear was quickly dyed with a layer of miserable green flames, and with a wave of his hand, he pierced through this subordinate who had no hope of recovery, and the huge scale claw void grasped, and a golden light cluster slowly came out from the top of the dead blood demon's head, he looked at the light cluster for a short while, and waved his hand to shatter the light cluster.

A small group of soldiers and horses sent out to scouts and prey were attacked more than 200 miles, and only one of them escaped after being killed!

Shameful sneak attackers!

Moban let out an angry roar, and the gathering place of the entire tribe instantly moved, and the four or five hundred Rakshasa demons quickly gathered in front of the throne.

Moban stepped down from the throne, grasped the white jade-like bone spear in one hand, and slammed the poor corpse into the demons. Although there is more food now, the flesh and blood essence of the warrior's demon body cannot be wasted, and this seven or eight meter-tall demon corpse was eaten cleanly after a short time.

Moban pointed in the direction recorded by the soul fragment, and the earth shook, and all the Rakshasa demon warriors followed him, rolling away.

Chen Hai's huge puppet clone sat on the ground, scattered around the remains of more than a dozen Rakshasa demons, and when four or five hundred Rakshasa demons stepped into his sea of consciousness, he grabbed the war spear and took Yao Laogen and other eight blood guards to run quickly to the side of the Gufeng Valley, leaking a vague breath along the way, ensuring that this group of Rakshasa demons would not be lost behind.

When Moban arrived at the place where Chen Hai was sitting cross-legged just now, he saw a messy battlefield, with a mutilated body with a Rakshasa demon scattered everywhere, and the perpetrator was nowhere to be seen.

Moban was furious, and had never suffered such a loss or insult since he began to know how to subdue his men.

Of course, in his conception, avoiding a fight is an insult to him.

Just as he was about to order his men to scatter to find the traces of these provocateurs, he was keenly aware of a vague aura. This breath is the breath of those cowardly sneak attackers, exactly the same as the memories in the soul fragments.

At that moment, he took the lead and walked in the direction where Chen Hai disappeared, followed by the wolf smoke of the demon soldiers.

He ran for an unknown amount of time, and he could feel the cowardly sneak attacker not far ahead of him, but he couldn't catch up anyway.

Fortunately, the Rakshasa Demon is in the Blood Cloud Wasteland, and there is never a shortage of time, so he must catch up with them, and then screw their heads off to make wine glasses.

Wait, what's the wine glass? There was another tearing pain in the depths of Moban's soul.

Don't think about what you can't understand, this is the merit of Moban, of course, it may also be that the feeling of being cut through the soul by memory fragments is too painful, which makes him subconsciously afraid.

At this time, Chen Hai had already gathered his aura and lurked on a lonely peak only ten miles away from the mouth of the gourd in the valley, and the eight blood guards squatted neatly behind them, hiding the huge demon body behind the bushes as much as possible.

Chen Hai also deployed an additional small formation prohibition to completely cover their aura.

Whether it was the alien blood demon in the valley or the leader of the group of blood demon soldiers who were lured by them, their strength was a cut above him. What Chen Hai could rely on at this time was the extremely powerful Zhihai of the puppet clone, and the appearance of the demon god condensed by the fundamental secret of the Rakshasa Blood Refining Secret Method in the Zhihai.

Chen Hai's divine sense stretched out, although there was no sun, moon and stars in the Blood Cloud Wasteland, but at this time, it was the time when the Heaven and Earth Yuan was at its peak, and the alien blood demon could not completely cover the spiritual aura emitted from the spiritual spring.

At this time, the fluctuation of energy in the gourd-shaped valley seemed to gently lift the hazy veil, and a wisp of bright and condensed energy fluctuations overflowed, as if an oasis suddenly appeared in the desert of a dying traveler.

Mo Ban also chased outside the valley at this time, the heaven and earth had lost the breath of the sneak attacker, and suddenly a new wisp of extremely faint and full of heavenly vitality came, he forcibly stopped his castration, and his feet drew two deep ditches several meters long in the hard earth.

The hundreds of Rakshasa demons who followed him also stopped, staring at the leader who was lost in thought one by one.

What kind of breath is that, so familiar?

Moban gave up tracking the raiders and headed for the valley.

Chen Hai breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and it took him a lot of thought to confirm that the alien Rakshasa Demon could not completely cover the breath of the spiritual spring at this time, and found such a Rakshasa group with moderate strength, lured him over, and sat back and watched the two tigers fight.

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In the valley, Chiyuan walked around the spiritual spring anxiously.

In the sea of knowledge, hundreds of Rakshasa demons, like a sharp arrow coming straight to their position, the aura of the leader is as strong as a flame, and the strength is comparable to him.

At this time, the spiritual energy surge of the spiritual spring had weakened, but it was useless for him to cover the aura again.

Maybe it's time to abandon the spiritual spring and leave this place with dozens of subordinates, but being on the side of the spiritual spring, in addition to being able to cultivate the true element of the knot, using the spiritual spring as a bait to lure other Rakshasa demon main hooks is convenient for him to devour the divine soul and quickly improve his wonderful use, so that he who has already tasted the sweetness is difficult to give up.

Once the sea was difficult to turn into water, if he was allowed to abandon the spiritual spring and return to the kind of environment that required fierce fighting to slowly improve, he would rather destroy.

At the same time, he deeply regretted that he had lured a large number of blood demons before, but he was blinded by power, except for the subordinates who had to serve him, all the others were destroyed by him to enhance the power of his soul.

If it weren't for the improvement of his own strength, he could gather a group of thousands of blood demons here, and he wouldn't need to be afraid of this group of Borakshasa demon warriors who came to attack.

But power, damn power—what is real power?

But why did he clearly sense the appearance of several of his kind just now, and then so many blood demons rushed in?

He just relied on instinct to improve himself, but he didn't understand the meaning and power of the word conspiracy too much, and he didn't realize that all of this was a trap set on him by those few of his kind just now.

Because of devouring too many souls, the six senses of Chiyuan became extremely acute, and they seemed to feel the uneasiness and anxiety in the hearts of dozens of subordinates, and they were no longer low-level demon pawns who only knew how to kill, and they also knew fear and anxiety.

Hundreds of the same kind have already entered the valley mouth, getting closer and closer to this side.

The idea of whether to go or stay rotated like a wheel in Chiyuan's mind, and the pain of the difficult choice almost tore apart his unique soul.

Suddenly, he stopped, and a fresh word popped out of his head. A word that had never appeared in the Rakshasa Demon's dictionary, and he didn't even know how to pronounce it, but he believed that Xiang might be able to convince the Blood Demon leader who had broken into the valley to share the fountain with them.

The closer he got to the spiritual spring, the more intense the aura full of the vitality of heaven and earth became, and the familiar feeling in the depths of his memory was about to make him crazy, and he quickened his pace and ran wildly, leaving hundreds of demon soldiers behind.

After a while, Moban walked to the depths of the valley and watched dozens of demon bodies of the same kind like iron towers, hugging a Chiyuan who was one size smaller than the low-level Blood Demon Capital, blocking his way.

Those thirty or so of the same kind would not be taken seriously by Mo Ban, and Chi Yuan, who was thinner than a low-level blood demon, gave him a sense of danger. Mo Ban secretly calculated the strength of the two sides in his heart, restrained his pace, and retreated back a few hundred meters to widen the distance between the two sides, and if he wanted to fight, he had to wait for the demon soldiers behind him to rush over.

Mo Ban's caution, as well as the trace of fear revealed in the demon pupils, made Chi Yuan's decision just now shaken again, and the greed to possess the spiritual spring alone was ignited again.

Hesitation has never been the style of the Rakshasa Demon, greed defeated the rational Chiyuan, and his feet were stunned, waving a pair of dagger-like bone spurs, and he roared towards Moban.