"Get out!"

Yan Moyu yelled at the woman again.

"Hahaha, little bitch, don't bother, he's probably still a virgin, and he doesn't feel it when you scratch your head."

A big man next to him couldn't help but laugh when he saw Yan Moyu rejecting the woman like this.

However, almost at this moment, the big man's head was separated from his body, and blood splattered.

"Ahh

The woman couldn't help but let out a scream, although killing people was common in this realm, killing people in the gathering point was still rare.

"This uncle, at first glance, you are a person with status and strength, where is this kind of dirty slum where you stay, and the neat and comfortable noble area is where the uncle should go!"

At this moment, a young man dressed in tatters came up.

Although Yan Moyu's shot just now was ruthless, it also invisibly illustrated Yan Moyu's strength. After all, in this realm, everyone cherishes the use of their spiritual power, and Yan Moyu would kill people without mind, either he is a brainless guy, or he doesn't mind the consumption of spiritual power at all.

Yan Moyu glanced at the young man, although the clothes on the young man's body were tattered, they were clean and clean, and they looked a little out of place here.

Yan Moyu just looked at this young man and didn't say a word.

The young man smiled embarrassedly and said, "Of course, if you can give me a small piece of yuan stone as a reward, I am willing to show you the way, uncle, and tell you everything in this gathering point." ”

A yuan stone is nothing to Yan Moyu at all, if a yuan stone can play such a role, then Yan Moyu will naturally not be stingy.

"Lead the way."

Yan Moyu threw a yuan stone at the young man.

The young man skillfully took this piece of Yuan Stone into his own pocket, ignored the burning gaze that almost shot him through, and led Yan Moyu into the neat and tidy noble area in his mouth.

A wall separates the ghetto from the noble quarter, dividing it into two worlds.

Unlike the filthy slums outside, the noble area is clean and tidy, and there is not even a trace of garbage on the streets.

However, if you want to enter the nobles, it is not without a price, the price is a piece of Yuan Jing, as for the young man, after receiving a reward of a Yuan Stone from Yan Moyu, he left happily.

For him, Yan Moyu was just one of his many guests, and now that he had done his job, he had to hurry up and search for the next guest.

And in this realm, the establishment of a gathering point must be with strong force, otherwise the scavengers wandering outside will not let go of this piece of fat.

In fact, every once in a while, the scavengers would attack the gathering point, and it would be best if they could loot some resources, and if they couldn't, they would just be dying a little earlier.

If a person is here to die, then there is a glimmer of hope, even if it is possible to advance the time of their death, but in the face of hope, they will try desperately.

In the noble area, Yan Moyu even saw some elixirs and pills, these things were definitely treasures in the Blood Hell Realm, and ordinary people couldn't afford to buy such things at all.

"Welcome, I wonder what this guest wants?"

Walking into an inn, a young girl looked at Yan Moyu with a smile and asked.

The people who can come in here are not ordinary people, so she naturally has to treat Yan Moyu politely.

"I want a comfortable room, then give me some food, and then a jug of wine."

Yan Moyu said.

"Okay, do you need any more services, we still have a lot of women here for you to choose from."

The girl looked at Yan Moyu, blinked, and asked meaningfully.

"No need."

Yan Moyu shook his head.

The young man had told him before that all the hotels in the noble area had this kind of service, but the women in the noble area were relatively beautiful and clean.

Maybe for other men, this is a service they are happy to enjoy, but for Yan Moyu, he has more than enough to enjoy, so naturally he has no interest

There is nothing to eat in the Blood Hell Realm, even if the inn where Yan Moyu is now is the most advanced inn here, and the wine and food are also the highest, but in Yan Moyu's opinion, it is just barely passing.

"Boom!"

Yan Moyu was lying on the bed, chatting with Yu Wanhuan without a word, when suddenly there was a loud noise outside the door, and his door was kicked away.

"That's him, slaughter him for me!"

Several monks rushed in, and they all seemed to have good strength, at least they had the cultivation of the early stage of the pseudo-tribulation.

However, although there were many of them, a halo of light was condensed on Yan Moyu's fingers, and with a flick of Yan Moyu's fingers, the monks, including this inn, were all reduced to ashes by his blow.

"Who is it, who dares to make trouble in my territory!"

A monk descended from the sky, and a pair of gourd hammers in his hands were particularly eye-catching.

"The cultivation of the Wind and Fire Tribulation?"

Yan Moyu smiled slightly, he could maintain the cultivation of the Wind and Fire Tribulation in the Blood Hell Realm, and it was obvious that the strength of this monk outside was also extremely amazing.

But no matter how strong it is, so what? At best, it is just the cultivation of the Wind and Fire Tribulation, and it is far from qualified to deal with him who has now survived the Divine Tribulation.

"Take good care of your subordinates, this time it's just a warning, if there is a next time, I will even dismantle your gathering point."

The coercion of the Divine Spirit Tribulation was shocked, and the monk's legs weakened, and he almost knelt in front of Yan Moyu.

No matter how rich his imagination was, he never thought that Yan Moyu was actually a strong man who had survived the Divine Tribulation.

Divine Spirit Tribulation, in the Blood Hell Realm, can even maintain the cultivation of the Divine Spirit Tribulation, what kind of monster is this?

Yan Moyu got his wish and got a quiet place, no one dared to disturb him, and after the farce just now, he was offered as an ancestor by the owner of this gathering point.

Two months later, the haze in Yan Moyu's soul was finally swept away, and Yan Moyu, who was in a good mood, couldn't help but take a deep breath and walked out of the courtyard that Hu Qiang had prepared for him.

Hu Qiang is the name of the owner of this gathering point.

In this Blood Hell Realm, it will be extremely miserable without strength, but with strength, you must do everything possible to plunder spiritual power, and no one can live a stable life in this Blood Hell Realm.

Hu Qiang is the owner of this gathering point, through this gathering point, Hu Qiang can earn a lot of yuan stones every day, in addition to paying his subordinates, these yuan stones are used by him to consolidate his cultivation.

However, the amount of Yuan Stones that can be collected from a gathering point is quite limited, so Hu Qiang's cultivation can only stagnate in the Wind and Fire Tribulation, and if you want to further improve, you must get more heavenly and earthly treasures.

"Come in!"

As soon as Hu Qiang arrived at Yan Moyu's door, he heard Yan Moyu summoning him.

Hu Qiang walked in tremblingly, for him, Yan Moyu's strength was too strong, so he couldn't help but be afraid.

"What's the matter with me?"

Looking at Hu Qiang, Yan Moyu's brows furrowed.

"Senior, there will be a dust storm in the near future, and the dust storm will bring a lot of things, are you interested in going out and collecting it?"

Hu Qiang looked at Yan Moyu and asked cautiously.

"Oh, Duststorm?"

Hearing Hu Qiang's words, Yan Moyu's eyebrows furrowed, he had some understanding of this dust storm.

In the Blood Hell Realm, dust storms will be generated every once in a while, and this dust storm is a fatal blow to those scavengers.

However, for a monk like Hu Qiang, whose cultivation has reached the realm of pseudo-tribulation, the appearance of this dust storm is simply to send money, and some treasures will appear in the dust storm from time to time.

Some of them belonged to monks who died in the duststorm, and some of them were treasures left behind by their predecessors.

Therefore, the appearance of this dust storm has also become a stage for major gathering points to compete for resources.

The reason why Hu Qiang asked Yan Moyu to make a move was because he took a fancy to Yan Moyu's super strength, as long as Yan Moyu helped him, there would be no one in the nearby gathering point who would be his opponent, and it was not impossible to monopolize the treasures of this dust storm.

For Hu Qiang's intentions, how could Yan Moyu not see it?

The corners of his mouth curled, and he looked at Hu Qiang and said with a smile: "Are you using me?" ”

Hu Qiang's pupils shrank, his head was full of cold sweat, his legs fell to the ground, and he looked at Yan Moyu with a frightened face, for fear that Yan Moyu would take his life because of anger.

With Yan Moyu's cultivation of the god and soul robbery, if you want him to die, it is basically a matter of moving your fingers.

"However, I'm also quite interested in seeing the dust storm in the Blood Hell Realm."

Yan Moyu smiled slightly.

Hu Qiang, who heard this, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

But the loss is that he said such things to Yan Moyu now, not some time ago.

The current Yan Mo Yu has recovered his true self after clearing the haze of his soul, otherwise if it was Yan Mo Yu a few days ago, if this tiger dared to do this, he would have been chopped up by Yan Mo Yu a long time ago.

Three days later, the dust storm came as promised, and Yan Moyu, who was floating above the gathering point, faintly saw a few rays of light rushing into the dust storm in the sky.

Yan Moyu and Hu Qiang also set off into the dust storm and began to search for the treasures in the dust storm.

The dust storm is extremely powerful, and if there is no pseudo-Du cultivation, it will be difficult to survive in this dust storm.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of light flashed, and Yan Moyu grabbed it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

It was a piece of Yuan Jing, but most of the Yuan Qi in it had dissipated, and its value had been greatly reduced.

Hu Qiang also gained something, and he got a few pieces of good quality Yuan Jing.

"Hu Qiang, hand over the Yuan Jing and spare you from death!"

At the same time, several monks quickly surrounded Yan Moyu and Hu Qiang.