"Hmph, is the foundation building period very high? That's all you can do? Who knows, his patience did not stop this little girl, but was sarcastic, "The dignified Demon Pill Stage Demon Sect cultivator, who is equivalent to the righteous path cultivator, will only hunt some righteous path cultivators in the foundation building period, don't let me look down on you!" ”

"You!" Hearing Mu Yan's sarcasm, this middle-aged man finally couldn't help it, most of the demon cultivators were short-tempered, and he was no exception, raising a hand, pointing directly at Mu Yan, and said angrily: "If you have the ability, you can go by yourself!" It's just a little girl in the foundation building period, why are you! ”

"Yo, it's going to be the other way around." Mu Yan squinted contemptuously at the middle-aged demon cultivator in front of him, slowly stood up from his seat, and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a smile.

"Lao Tzu is the opposite, what's wrong with you!" The middle-aged man's eyes widened angrily, and he drank hard.

"Good, good, huh!" Mu Yan's blood-colored eyes were full of red light, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he snorted coldly!

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's eyes were stagnant, the anger in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a look of horror on his face, his mouth opened wide, and before the word "you" could be spoken, his whole body suddenly turned red! Then streams of bright red liquid sprayed out directly from the middle-aged man's open mouth, and the open eyes sprayed out like a spring, and the blood sprayed was so weird that it floated around Mu Yan, like red soft beads of different sizes.

And the middle-aged man actually continued to spurt blood from his mouth, nose and eyes, not spurting out, in fact, the blood seemed to be actively detached from the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man wanted to resist, wanted to struggle, but his hand just trembled and lifted it into the air, and then it hung down! As the blood in the middle-aged man's body became less and less, the skin on the surface became more and more dry and flat, as if it was a balloon that had suddenly leaked, becoming wrinkled, his eyes were getting deeper and deeper, and the breath on his body had long since disappeared, obviously dead.

After a while, there was not a drop of blood in the middle-aged man's body, and he fell to the ground with a "snap"! It's a dried corpse. The scene looked eerie and terrifying.

Mu Yan's shining red eyes glanced coldly at the dried corpse in front of him, raised a finger, and pointed at one of the blood beads floating around his body, and the blood beads rolled directly onto Mu Yan's white fingers, and then put the fingers rolling with blood beads to his lips, opened his mouth slightly, sucked it, and then showed a touch of enjoyment on his face, and smiled evilly: "It tastes good, it's just ...... Maybe not as delicious as hers. ”

"Do you remember that little girl again?" A magnetic voice sounded outside the hall, and after a while, the owner of the voice came to Mu Yan.

This is a young man dressed in purple, handsome, if Gong Moyi is here, he will definitely recognize it, this young man is the young man who took away Mu Yan seven years ago and has a face that a woman will be jealous of when she sees it.

"Mu Ziyin, you're here." Hearing this voice, Mu Yan turned around and looked at the figure who had just entered the hall, and the original evil smile became a little warmer.

"Well, you seem to have gotten a lot stronger, but it's a pity that I'm getting farther and farther away from you." Mu Zi groaned and sighed, and the light in his blood-colored eyes dimmed a little.

"You think about it too much, in this Demon Sect, only you are the person I trust the most, no matter how low your cultivation is, I still don't care." Mu Yan's delicate face revealed a touch of tenderness.

"Seven years have passed in a blink of an eye, and that little girl back then doesn't even pay any attention to the great cultivator of the Demon Pill stage, and has also become the princess designated by the supreme sect master of the Demon Sect." Mu Ziyin stood in the hall, looking at Mu Yan with blood-colored eyes, but his eyes became more and more erratic, and he sighed.

Mu Yan didn't speak, just looked at Mu Ziyin silently, and after a long time, he turned into a helpless sigh: "I want to go back and see, once seven years pass, I don't know if my parents will be okay." ”

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At this moment, Gong Moyi was already standing outside a circular Grand Canyon, his eyes wide open, a little surprised.

"This is the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows?" This is a super Grand Canyon, in which the forest is lush, a trace of white clouds and mist, from a distance, it is very ethereal, and the scenery is also wonderful.

Gong Moyi was only stunned for a while, released his divine sense, and went directly to the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, and at the same time took steps and walked towards the Valley of Forgotten Worries.

The more you enter the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, the clearer the howls of birds and beasts become, and in the divine sense of the end of the palace, there are indeed many monsters and beasts in this Valley of Forgotten Sorrows.

This time, Gong Mo Yi's task is to find a hundred five-color mushrooms, which is a spiritual material with five colors, the plants are short, and the places where they generally grow are quite secretive, not much For Gong Mo Yi, who has a strong divine sense, it is not a problem to be secret.

It's just that after a while, Gong Mo Yi found one, bypassing the place where those demon beasts and beasts were, Gong Mo Yi went directly to the five-colored mushroom, but there was no accident, so he easily picked the five-color mushroom, glanced at it slightly, confirmed that there was no problem, and then moved his mind and included it in the storage ring.

Gong Moyi didn't stay in place for long, so he took a step, cast a light and shadow change, disappeared in place, and headed for the next goal.

In this way, Gong Mo Yi has picked more than 30 plants so far, although it is far away from 100 plants, but for the current Gong Mo Yi, it is only a matter of time before the task is completed.

Among the grass and trees in the Valley of Forgotten Worries, the end of the palace was like a gust of wind, leaping through the forest, as if it was as light as a purple butterfly. A day has passed, and Gong Moyi has already picked ninety-three plants in his hands, and in the end, as long as he collects three more plants, he can return to the door to send the task.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Gong Moyi heard a scream. After a pause, he turned his head to look in the direction from which the voice came.

Although there were layers of trees and trees, Gong Moyi still saw that three hundred meters away from him, a female monk was being pressed under a male cultivator, the male slender looked ordinary, dressed in an earthy brown robe, and at this moment, the ordinary face was full of lewdness, evil, and was rudely tearing the female cultivator's clothes.

The nun was dressed in red, with a beautiful face, and was struggling with tears on her face. Most of the placket on his chest had been torn off, revealing a snow-white patch. The cultivation of both of them is at the level of Qi cultivation, and the man is a little higher than the woman. (To be continued.) )