"Huh?" the man frowned. But he immediately responded, "Mao Daoyou said. Does he have a spirit beast bag?"

The crowd heard. Immediately, there was a look of surprise on his face. But it soon turned into greed.

You know. The whole field of farming. There aren't many of them in this spirit beast pack either. Compared to the storage rings that Master Jaydan can only have. This spirit beast bag is a symbol of the primordial infant sage. Only they can enjoy it.

See people's expressions. The old man surnamed Mao naturally understood their thoughts. But my heart was secretly rejoicing. The other party is not a direct blood relative of Yuan Ying Johnson. I'm afraid I won't give each other such treasures to protect each other.

Even if they kill it. There is no guarantee that he will have any special markings on him. Let Yuan Ying Johnson find you. That's not good.

"Yuan Daoyou is right. This person must have a spirit beast bag on him. Otherwise, how did the demon beast appear?" the old man surnamed Mao nodded slightly.

The crowd is just an idea. They all agreed. My heart is also happy.

If you do kill each other. It's hard to know for sure that Yuan Yingsheng will support the other party behind the scenes. Is there any particular way to find it?

People discussed. The dead on the ground will be turned into ashes by their vitality. The storage bag on his body was also divided among everyone. He quickly left the place. I don't know why. Direction of several people. But it's just going west.

This is the case in the field of farming. For the benefit of being together for the time being. If you are not allowed to die, no one will take care of you. He may even be thrown into the wilderness.

They just don't know. What Yuan Infant Johnson covered behind Wang Mo. There were several primordial babies Johnson who were very anxious to refine his soul into something similar to the spirit.

......

"Whoosh!"

Wang Mo turned into a puff of smoke. Quickly traverse the Blood Desert. Try to avoid places where monks gather.

After all, he acted alone. Every time I meet a group of monks. Will think of killing him to take the treasure.

He's not a killer. In order to reduce unnecessary trouble. This is the only way.

and the purpose of his trip. But not according to the instructions of the old man. Go to the place marked on his jade strip and add the other three. It's going to a magic gate.

In those days, fairies and magic fought. The sky is falling. Langya Island was the most prosperous place for primitive monks.

There are three of them in the top magical tribes alone. However, there is only one top family in the Immortal Dao. If it weren't for the Heavenly Wind, the rest of the continent would have participated in this melee. I'm afraid it won't lead to such a big war.

Of course, there are other reasons for this. The number of strong people tens of thousands of years ago. Far from being comparable now. Only monks. There are dozens. Not to mention, there are several more clutches to fight.

A big war is over. The catastrophe was eventually triggered.

Wang Mo's purpose. It is one of the top clans of the Demon Dao, the Moro Sect!

From the memories of Don Ye Zhen. They lined up. He got a big opportunity from the Moroccan. Then step by step into the ranks of the Yuan Infant Sage.

The Demon Dao, the clan, the forbidden formation, it's strange. Even after so many years of exploration. There are still many places that are not open.

Wang Mo claimed to have many treasures in his hands. Compared with Tang Ye Zhen's trip back then, it can be said that the odds are greater. It's about opening a few secret places. Take the treasure inside. So that they could escape after leaving Langya.

He has always been cautious. But it won't give the mysterious old man his own safety. I'm used to doing whatever it takes to achieve my goals. In addition, there is also a child, Su Yan, waiting for him to appear outside.

Wang Mo didn't want to kill monks from several other states. Use methods of refining gods and finding souls. Find exits from other states. Mix together to change shape.

But over the years, monks from other states. There are already ways to deal with such things.

The person who accompanies the Primal Sage. Every time they came out, the Tsukiji monks were subjected to strict interrogation. Any discovery was made by monks from other countries. They don't mind killing it.

This situation. In memory of Don Ye Zhen and others. There is also a detailed explanation. Wang Mo didn't want to take such a strange risk.

The number of running rows in a row is. I finally saw the towering mountains in my memory. Wang Mo's figure. With a wave of your hand, pull out the Nightmare Cloak and put it on. Lost in the blink of an eye.

Morro Mountain. Tens of thousands of years ago, it was the property of the Moro sect, the highest clan of the Moro sect. The terrain is extremely dangerous. The part-time Moro Sect cultivates the Moro Blood God skill. Weird, bossy, brutal. Few monks dare to come here to spread wild.

But after the collapse of the Langya Continent. This became the enthusiasm of the monks to hunt for treasures. Despite the danger here. It is much larger than the territory of other ancestors.

Because the cultivation of the exercises is extremely bloody. This Moro Mountain later became a breeding ground for demons. Hatred and the wrath of evil spirits are the strongest.

Any monk who comes here in search of treasure. Won't stay here for more than half a year. Because I've been staying for a long time. Although there will be no danger of being assimilated by hatred and evil spirits. But the name of the heart, which will still be tainted by resentment and evil spirits, will change greatly. Light ones lead to erratic achievements. More serious ones are triggered by demons. Crazy to death.

In the Morro Mountains. The most important thing was the many pools of blood left behind by Brother Moro when he practiced the secret method of the blood path. Hunger comes from this.

This monster. As hatred and evil spirits accumulate in the pool of blood, the pool of blood attaches to the bones. There are no powerful spells though. But it was fraught with hunger. With a sacrificial body. This is the hardest thing to destroy.

So when many monks came to Mount Moro in search of treasure. Most of them will prepare some magic symbols and treasures of thunder and fire. Because when cultivating the world. Except for rare lightning technology. Only the fire protection system can restrain a little.

Of course, other arts and treasures can also compete with magic. But these two methods have no obvious effect.

Boom. There was a loud bang. Fog filled the room. It reverberates around Mount Morro. Apparently, a monk entered Mount Moro. Met hunger.

The sky was full of howling monsters. It's like going into the Asura Hell.

"You friends. Do not be stingy with the treasures in your hands. As long as we kill these hungry sons. Break the Ghost Circle. The treasures inside barely allow us to enter Dan's kingdom. "Well-dressed old man. Offer a red ghost knife.

It became a dragon sword more than ten zhang long. Cut those bloody numbers again and again. Transpiration produces an unpleasant odor.

I saw those bloody numbers. That's more than twice as many as the average person. Elongated and narrow limbs. A few claws sticked out. Covered in a dark red blood mist. But his eyes are eerily black. Quack, quack, quack. Dozens of monks.

Not far. But there are a few bloody pits in the radius. From time to time, the children of hunger crawl out. Join the Battle Circle.

Achievements of the Hungry Sons. Everyone has the power to build a foundation early on. The most ferocious is not afraid of death. The only thought is to devour flesh.

"Yes. Friends, all of you, do your best. As long as these hungry children are eradicated. We can enter the chamber!" another old man shouted to the people around him with a little excitement. "The third has already formed an alliance!"

Two elders who looked a bit like him heard this. Transient displacement and transposition. Pinch it and find out. Some strangely shaped artifacts were sacrificed. These three men formed a battle line. And hunger in the same place.

At this moment, more than a dozen cultural relics are flying in the air. Swords and swords are like weaving nets. Give it to the Hungry Sons. In an instant, a dozen were chopped up.

Hungry, trapped surrounded by monks. Over time. Less and less. But they don't have the slightest relaxing color. Because before they came. He made a detailed understanding.

After these, the Hungry Son was killed. It will surely condense again. Form a stronger hunger. Just to kill it again. Only by killing resentful and evil souls can they truly die.

If not, then. Even if the son of hunger chopped. They will continue to fight.

Only after dozens of hungry children were killed. The venue has changed again.

Scattered between the bones. Wound with crimson silk threads. Change your feelings. Countless skulls piled up into strange bones dozens of feet high. Hollow eyes. There seems to be a black flame burning. The breath of the whole body reached the astonishing late stage of infrastructure construction.

"Fellow Daoists, let's go!" before the old man spoke. Point to the Spirit Knife. Salute to the huge skull.

The rest heard. Naturally, I dare not ignore it. One by one, they sacrificed their powerful technology and magical weapons. Once again, a great war broke out in the Time Realm.

However, this massive skeleton is clearly not comparable to the Foundation's early Hunger Organizations. I don't know how many times the blood and evil qi are so strong. These attacks are imminent. It turned out that all of them were blocked.

Although its size has become larger. But flexible surnames have not been weakened. There are even enhanced performance. The air was filled with a full-body red mist. Like a burning flame. It emitted gusts of cold wind.

"Kaka!"

It's like a mouth, skull, and jaw colliding. Make a screeching sound. The body flasher can avoid several powerful attacks. To all the monks.

A monk who doesn't dodge. Seized were the huge bones in the corpses. The swollen mask wants to resist the huge bones. I hope my companion will have time to save me.

But he clearly underestimated the power of the gigantic bones. The ten roads are several feet long and resemble red nails. It's like a knife breaking leather. Snow snorted, and he chopped his energy mask.

In the eyes of the monk in fear and despair. Instantly spread throughout the body. But strangely enough, there was not a trace of blood. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a red mist and entered the bones.

In the flesh and blood of a monk. The smell of the loud skeleton is more concentrated. It turned out to be those black eyes. There is a small red dot. But it's not very obvious.

It all happened so fast. It's just a blink of an eye. Don't wait for a response from the public. The monk was killed by a massive skull and devoured. His body trembled and he pounced on the other monk again.

Benz. Gusts of cold wind. The huge body is matched by a powerful and strange power. It's daunting.

"Killed. Give Liu Daoyou a reward!" A trace of fear flashed in the old man's eyes. Then take the lead in killing the massive skeleton.

Although the rest were briefly shocked by the power of the gigantic bones. But fortunately, they are not weak. Nature is not afraid of this repair of the same foreign body as them. It will soon be perked up. Surrounded by huge bones.