These people are all cultivators of the Wind and Fire Tribulation, and it's really funny to say this kind of thing, a few strong people of the Wind and Fire Tribulation will work hard for a few pieces of Yuan Jing?

However, if such a thing is in the outside world, it will naturally make people laugh and be generous, but this is the Blood Hell Realm, and in the Blood Hell Realm, it is such a reality, in order to survive, you can only fight.

Even if it's a shameful thing, you can do it in order to survive!

Hu Qiang's face changed slightly, the strength of these people was not below him, and now for the sake of a few pieces of Yuan Jing in his hand, he joined forces, and Hu Qiang alone couldn't deal with it at all.

"Senior, save me!"

Hu Qiang immediately called out for help to Yan Moyu.

Yan Moyu smiled slightly, and returned to them with what the other party said to them just now: "Hand over all the treasures in your hands, I will spare you from death!" ”

"Just looking for death, give me-"

Before the word "roll" came out, the monks of the Wind and Fire Tribulation were already in a different place.

For a period of time, "roll" is the word that Yan Moyu hates to hear the most, and it has appeared countless times back and forth in his mind.

However, the other party is the demon emperor of the demon spirit world, Yan Moyu has no way to take him, but which onion are these, dare to scold him and let him go, then they will die!

Although Hu Qiang knew that Yan Moyu was very strong, his ability to kill the Wind and Fire Tribulation in minutes still made him dumbfounded.

After a brief moment of consternation, he immediately scavenged the contents of those people, and then followed behind Yan Moyu refreshedly.

The treasure of heaven and earth in this dust storm, Yan Moyu really can't look down on it, and the reason why he agreed to follow Hu Qiang this time is just to see the dust storm in the Blood Hell Realm.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Yan Moyu's brows furrowed, looking at the light in the center of the dust storm, for some reason, he actually had a familiar feeling.

His figure flickered and entered the center of the dust storm, and the light that emitted was actually a piece of jade slip!

"Help, Yan Motong!"

Yan Moyu's heart trembled, and the three words Yan Motong made Yan Moyu can't help but think of the Sky Fox clan that has been destroyed.

Yan Mo –

That Yan Mokai back then was a member of his Sky Fox clan, and this Yan Mo Tong was very similar to Yan Mo Kai and his name, could he also be a survivor of the Sky Fox clan?

Thinking of this, Yan Moyu crushed this jade slip without hesitation, and soon, a map appeared in Yan Moyu's mind.

Yan Moyu's finger clicked, and the majestic spiritual power constructed a map in the dust storm.

Hu Qiang looked at Yan Moyu with envy, and the only one who would waste his spiritual power in this kind of place was the senior in front of him, but Hu Qiang admired Yan Moyu more than envy. With such an act of consuming spiritual power, Yan Moyu's spiritual power showed no signs of exhaustion!

If it weren't for the fact that this Yan Moyu was extremely talented and his spiritual power was extremely strong, then he had a lot of heavenly and earthly treasures.

The people who can survive in the Blood Hell Realm are human spirits, and Hu Qiang naturally knows the huge rewards he can get after killing Yan Moyu, but all of this is based on the premise that he can kill the other party, if he can't kill the other party, then the person who died is him.

Hu Qiang estimated the gap between himself and Yan Moyu, and quickly dispelled that crazy idea.

If Yan Moyu wanted to kill him, it would not be much more difficult than killing an ant.

"What is this place?"

Yan Moyu didn't know that in a short period of time, Hu Qiang actually thought so much in his mind, and even wanted to kill him, he just looked at Hu Qiang, pointed to a small red dot on the map and asked.

"Ahh

Seeing the place Yan Moyu pointed, Hu Qiang's face changed greatly.

"Direction."

Yan Moyu snorted coldly.

"In—over there—"

Hu Qiang used his trembling hand to point in one direction.

Yan Moyu's figure flickered, and his body turned into thousands of lights and shadows and disappeared into the sky.

"Yan Motong, I hope you're not dead yet."

Yan Moyu thought secretly in his heart.

Yu Duanhuan and Yan Moyu can also be regarded as having a heart-to-heart connection, seeing that Yan Moyu is so anxious, he naturally understands why.

Yan Motong, maybe the other party is Yan Moyu's only surviving relative besides that grandfather, that is, the ancestor of the Tianhu clan, right?

Yan Moyu is the grandson of the ancestor of the sky fox, which is naturally the eldest son and grandson of the sky fox, but there is not him in the sky fox, and the bloodline of the ancestor of the sky fox is not only Yan Mo Yu, there are other bloodlines to circulate, but compared with Yan Mo Yu, they are only a branch of the bloodline of the sky fox ancestor, in terms of status, it is naturally far inferior to Yan Mo Yu.

But even if it is not of the same bloodline as Yan Moyu, but in the case of the extinction of the fox clan today, as long as it is the Tianhu clan, it is all relatives!

If it is the brothers and sisters of those branches in front of Yan Moyu, it is the best, at least there is a bloodline relationship!

At this time, Yan Moyu had already regarded that Yan Motong as a member of the Sky Fox clan, and in order to save people, Yan Moyu didn't mind breaking into the blood altar.

The Sky Fox clan was almost wiped out in that catastrophe, although Yan Mokai escaped, but in the end it also fell, and now Yan Mo Yu actually received a distress letter from someone else who may be the Sky Fox clan, so what did he say to go there.

What's more, the other party is called Yan Motong, and there is a great possibility that it is his brother or sister who has a blood relationship with him!

But since the name is Tong, it is very likely that it will be my sister!

But whether it is an elder brother or a sister, for Yan Moyu, it may be his relatives!

And this Blood Altar is also quite legendary, it is something left behind by a legendary figure in the Blood Hell Realm. That strange person was called the Blood Death Ancestor, and he was the first strong man to get out of the Blood Hell Realm, and he was also a super strong person who had cultivated in the Half-Golden Immortal Realm.

When he escaped from the Blood Prison Realm, he left a message that the way to leave the Blood Prison Realm was in the Blood Altar.

It was precisely because of this transmission that tens of thousands of strong people broke into the Blood Altar in this Blood Hell Realm, but as a result, no one could come out alive.

This went on for millions of years, until the monks in the Blood Hell Realm thought it was just a wicked joke by the Blood Ancestor.

No one ever entered the Blood Altar since, not even to get close.

Perhaps because of the number of monks who died in the Blood Altar, the Blood Altar became extremely strange for a hundred miles, and those who approached the Blood Altar would go crazy for no reason, and then rush into the Blood Altar like crazy.

Because of this, this Blood Altar has become one of the few Jedi in the Blood Hell Realm.

This is all the news about the Blood Altar that Yan Moyu has known so far, as for the more specific information, because it is too old, not many people know it anymore.

If the legend is true, this Blood Ancestor really left the method of leaving the Blood Hell Realm in the Blood Altar, which is undoubtedly good news for Yan Moyu.

However, no one has ever gotten this method from the Blood Altar for millions of years, and it is clear that the Blood Altar is not so easy to enter.

Maybe if it was just to leave this Blood Hell Realm, Yan Moyu would consider other methods, but since Yan Motong's distress letter came from the Blood Altar, there was no reason for Yan Moyu not to go.

"Blood Thief!"

Suddenly, the yellow sand was all over the sky, and there were dozens of figures shuttling through the yellow sand.

A gleam flashed in Yan Moyu's eyes, the wilderness is a paradise for scavengers, but the scavengers are the lowest-level monks in the Blood Hell Realm, and the most powerful than the scavengers is the Blood Thief, and the only way to distinguish between the two is their cultivation.

The cultivation of the Blood Demon Thieves is all above the Pseudo-Tribulation Realm, and once dispatched, they will be in groups, and they are opponents who make the monks in those gathering points extremely headaches.

In the Blood Hell Realm, it often happens that the Blood Evil Thieves break through the gathering points, and the Blood Evil Thieves go to no grass, and the meaning of their existence is to kill and plunder.

The Pseudo-Crossing Tribulation Cultivator is above the Blood Thieves, and when the number reaches dozens of people, it is indeed a large force.

However, this time they kicked the iron plate, because they ran into Yan Moyu!

It was only two breaths of time, and the victory and defeat were already decided, and all thirty-eight blood thieves had fallen, and there were no bones left.

"You are not so daring, even my people dare to kill!"

Before Yan Moyu could leave here, a figure appeared behind Yan Moyu like a ghost, and a sword stabbed Yan Moyu in the back of the head.

This is a fatal blow, the long sword in his hand is a demigod weapon, indestructible!

"Sonorous!"

However, the long sword in his hand was bent, but the back of Yan Moyu's head was not even scarred, unscathed!

"Bang!"

Yan Moyu slapped his backhand, and this long sword shattered in response, a demigod weapon, shattered!

Seeing this situation, the eyes of the bloody thief almost popped out, is this still a human, the demigod weapon can't hurt him, just one palm, and the demigod weapon will be shattered!

"Women?"

Yan Moyu looked at each other, looking at each other's figures, it was obviously a woman!

Unexpectedly, the leader of this group of blood thieves was actually a woman, Yan Moyu couldn't help but frown.

"What's wrong with me being a woman, my mother can still kill you useless man!"

Seeing Yan Moyu's frowning appearance, the woman felt insulted and couldn't help but be furious.

Yan Moyu sighed slightly, his fingers were a little, and a wisp of sword light penetrated the woman's chest, and his sword intent restrained the woman's body.

"If you want to kill, kill you, what do you mean by that?"

The woman was furious.