Chapter 167 of the text volume is bloody

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Saying this, the slender and slender fingers touched Mu Fan's lips lightly, and his figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only a low, almost inaudible passage: "Weiwei, she has always been introverted, and some words I am afraid that she will never say in her life, but I am different." Mu Fan, thank you, you didn't choose to eliminate me - and, I, like you. ”

The aftermath was lingering, although the tone still did not fluctuate, Mu Fan still heard that it was very serious. Inexplicably, Mu Fan suddenly felt a little weak: This Huang Momo is the reincarnation of the Yaoguang Sword Spirit, and this kind of thing is not a big gap between the sword and the firewood knife? Thinking about Brother Cheng who has been eternal, a chill can't help but rise behind him.

Shook his head violently, what were you thinking? Mu Fan shook off these damn thoughts, looked at the open window, sighed and followed out directly.

It's not that I'm worried about Huang Weiwei or Huang Momo's safety, after all, I'm afraid that few people dare to take her terrifying sword intent now. What Mu Fan was worried about was that she couldn't control her killing intent and did something regrettable. Although so far, the people who died in her hands have their own ways of dying, but the killing intent on her body that makes Mu Fan feel frightened, who dares to guarantee that there will be no problems?

Following the route Huang Momo left, Mu Fan quickly followed. She didn't go too far, her toes tapping on the treetops, her figure swaying gently up and down with the treetops. Dressed in white, fluttering slightly in the night breeze, he looks like a mortal immortal.

"You're here?" Huang Momo didn't look back, and said in a faint voice, as if nothing had happened.

"Well, I'm a little worried." Mu Fan answered, stopped, and stood not far behind her.

Neither of them spoke again, Huang Momo quietly looked into the distance, while Mu Fan was leaning on the treetops, not knowing what he was thinking.

Not long after, Huang Momo suddenly tiptoed a little, and with a sharp whistling sound, he shot away into the distance. Mu Fan sighed softly, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and the latter came first, and swept low through the air almost side by side with Huang Momo.

Looking at the direction she was heading, it seemed that she was heading straight for the outer ring with a clear goal. Mu Fan couldn't help but be a little curious, so he asked, "Weiwei, can your divine sense still detect such a long distance in this red dust?" Mu Fan calculated in his heart that in a place like Minghai, where the aura of red dust is extremely heavy, could it be that this person already has a cultivation close to the Golden Immortal level? But according to her own feelings, she should be far from this level. pondering these in my heart, I didn't notice my title for a while.

It's just that Huang Momo obviously noticed it, even in the hurry, she still turned her head and stared at Mu Fan fixedly, and said word by word: "Call me Huang Momo." ”

Looking at her serious expression, Mu Fan responded with a wry smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was a little distracted just now." ”

Huang Momo nodded, unable to see joy or anger, turned around and said as he moved forward: "I don't have such a thing as divine sense." ”

"Huh?" Mu Fan didn't react for a while, just hummed in a low voice, and then showed a look of surprise on his face: "You mean, the kind of ancient sword cultivator?" "Whether it's a monk or a demon clan, including the current sword cultivator, almost all cultivators will have such a thing as divine consciousness. Except for the primeval sword cultivators, those crazy people who purely imitate the sword spirit will do things that put all their essence and spirit on one sword. Moreover, their method is too dangerous, after all, the monk is not a sword spirit, how can imitation be exactly the same? After a long time, this method has been eliminated in ancient times, and sword cultivation has gradually evolved into something similar to what it is now.

Huang Momo said unhurriedly: "What I cultivate is the inheritance left by Yaoguang, plus I am the reincarnation of Yaoguang, in a sense, I can already be regarded as half Yaoguang." As a sword spirit, naturally I won't cultivate your monk's method - in fact, although my soul is no different from that of a mortal, I still can't cultivate even the slightest bit of mana. It's a bit like the Ancient Sword Cultivator, but I'm a little purer than them. They just imitate the sword spirit, and I, originally the sword spirit. ”

"Go this way!" While quickly turning around, Huang Momo continued to explain: "Although I don't have divine sense, I can't detect the surroundings like you. But as a half-sword killing sword spirit, I am extremely sensitive to things like murderous qi and evil thoughts, but in this regard, I am much more useful than my divine sense. For example, five kilometers ahead, there are several murderous auras mixed with malice, and I ...... I can't help it......"

Speaking of this, a layer of blood appeared in Huang Momo's eyes, and although there was still that indifferent expression on his face, he had unconsciously licked the corners of his mouth. Mu Fan could even see a slight desire to kill from between her eyebrows.

Huang Momo suddenly accelerated, Mu Fan frowned, and couldn't help but follow closely with some worry. The five-kilometer journey is just a blink of an eye for the two of them. Faintly, a few laughs and screams of horror could already be heard in front of me.

How familiar does this sound seem to be? Huang Momo had already rushed over, and Mu Fan didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly followed.

Huang Momo's speed was extremely fast, Mu Fan was already very fast, but he only saw a thin white light, and then he saw that she seemed to have put down some burden and turned her head, the blood in her eyes had disappeared, and it seemed that she had regained her previous clarity.

Glancing at the three mass objects behind her that were once supposed to be people, Mu Fan frowned slightly, and was about to say something when he heard the obvious sound of teeth fighting.

Turning her head, there was a woman squatting in the corner next to her, looking at Huang Momo with a blank expression, her expression distorted as if she had seen a ghost. Then I saw the three lumps of rotten flesh in the back, and my teeth gurgled straight out, and I stepped back step by step.

When Mu Fan saw her face, he was slightly stunned: Isn't this the woman named Chenxin yesterday? How did this happen again? Moreover, it looks like it has become three this time, and I really don't know whether to say that she is lucky or unlucky.

With a trick in his hand and let this unlucky lucky man fall asleep, Mu Fan moved his gaze back again and looked at Huang Momo: "Okay?" I said you can't be a little more elegant, as for making it so bloody? ”

Huang Momo nodded: "Beginner, I can't control it." Then there was a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Is it any difference whether it is bloody or not?" Isn't the result the same? ”

Mu Fan shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the woman who fainted next to him: "If you kill the three of them without a trace, this woman will treat you as an angel." Now, I guess I must think of you as a demon who kills people without blinking, and this is the difference between bloody and gore......"

Halfway through his words, Mu Fan paused, and then looked in the direction they came.

"You two, good work!" Far away, footsteps from far to near