Qingyunmen, the back mountain valley, with that pool of clear water as the center, within three zhang, not an inch of grass grows, but outside the three zhang, it is lush forest.

Mo Wen picked Tian Ling'er up by the waist, walked a few steps, and came to the foot of a big pine tree, the disgusting feeling when he arrived here has long disappeared, although Tian Ling'er is still unconscious, but his face looks much better.

Put down the girl in his hand, looking at the convex and concave body, although a little pale, but the beautiful little face, Mo Wen smiled, touched his chin with one hand, and climbed up the towering with the other hand, which was neither big nor small, and pinched it hard, and suddenly there was a tight and elastic touch.

"Looks like it's ready to eat!"

The smile on the corner of Mo Wen's mouth became thicker and thicker, and an evil intent gradually appeared between his eyebrows, which was completely different from the ethereal and dusty temperament of the past.

How could Tian Ling'er's feelings for himself be hidden from this veteran in the flowers, and even the identity of the two of them now as happy enemies was also contributed by him intentionally or unintentionally, with Tian Ling'er's temperament, you can please her, but it is better to make her angry, and she can remember you more, after three years of hard work, whether overt or dark, now Tian Ling'er is not dead set on Mo Wen, but it is also deeply rooted, as long as a little more means, it is estimated that he can kiss Fang Ze and eat this girl who Tian Buyi and Su Ru have raised for many years into their mouths.

took advantage of Tian Ling'er a few times, but Mo Wen didn't have any in-depth thoughts, but stood up and turned around.

His gaze first glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, who was in a coma, and his expression was extremely painful. In the end, his eyes stayed on the gray monkey that had led the three of them here.

This gray monkey is not simple, but a three-eyed spirit monkey of a strange beast, and has been following Zhang Xiaofan in the original book. Not only is his own combat power good, but also quite human, at this time, this little monkey stayed within the three feet of that Bitan, no longer walking, his face was full of pain, looking at Mo Wen looking here, his big eyes kept blinking. There is a great sense of asking for help.

Mo Wen smiled, and under the support of the Buddha power on the bloodthirsty bead, he walked to the little monkey's side. Then I saw a burst of white light in his right hand, and pressed it towards the little monkey's head.

"Squeak!"

As if at the sight of something extremely frightened, the little monkey's eyes widened suddenly, and he screamed vigorously. But it has a lot of potential. At this time, he was far from being an adult, and he had not even opened the Heavenly Eye on his head, and he was under the power of the dementor, and he had less than half a life left, but he struggled twice, and his whole body was shrouded in a ball of white light, and then he was thrown out by Mo Wen.

Three-eyed spirit monkey

Grade: C-/A-

Category: Treasure Phantasm

The strange beasts in the mountains behind Qingyun Gate can understand the Five Elements Immortal Arts. Thousands of miles away. After handling the matter of the three-eyed spirit monkey, Mo Wencai stretched his waist and stood up. One hand grabbed Zhang Xiaofan, who had only half a breath left, dragged him out of the dementor's attack range, and threw him on the ground casually.

Poor Zhang Xiaofan in a coma didn't know that he was not as good as a monkey in the heart of this senior brother who came out of the same village, because he was shrouded in the evil aura of the soul for a long time, although the last small life was saved, but it was inevitable that he would fall seriously ill, and his already slow cultivation was delayed a lot.

The things that should be dealt with were almost dealt with, and Mo Wen took a closer look at the pool. This small pool, the scope is not large, there is no source, it is estimated that it is formed by underground spring water. The water in the waterhole is turquoise, and from here it looks like it is not deep, and there is a gap in the west of the pool, from which the water flows out and merges into a small stream, which winds away.

In the center of the pool, there is a pile of rubble, of different sizes and shapes, revealing a small part of the water. In the midst of the rocks, there is a short black rod inserted obliquely, one foot above the water, and the rest are immersed in water, and the whole body is jet black, and it is very ugly to see what material it is.

But Mo Wen didn't underestimate this short stick at all, this is one of the famous murderous creatures in the original book, the soul.

It has been recorded in the ancient book "Ten Chapters of Strange Treasures": There is strange iron in the sky, falling in the nine shadows, the ghost fire burns the yin spirit to refine it, the thousand years are red, the thousand years are formed, the thousand years gather the ghosts and the powerful qi, and the thousand years become the ability of the soul.

This dementor is very powerful, and when he was born, he even had the ability to suppress the bloodthirsty beads that had just escaped.

It seemed that he felt the existence of the same thing, and in the bloodthirsty beads, the cyan air flow impacted even more violently.

After a while, I only heard a few muffled sounds of "click", as if something was broken, Mo Wen's hand, the whole bead was blue, and the mantra of the word "swastika" on the Buddha door was broken one after another, and then a strange suction suddenly came from Mo Wen's hand, and the blood all over his body faintly had the tendency to flow backwards.

With a muffled snort, Mo Wen hurriedly transported the Great Brahma Prajna and Tai Chi Qing Xuan Dao Talisman, if the Great Brahma Ban protected the heart, Tai Chi Qing Xuan Dao transformed the aura, and with his good cultivation, he still insisted on living for a while.

But at this moment, only a muffled sound was heard, the sky and the earth were dim, and in the dazzling blue light of the blood-devouring beads, the waterhole exploded violently, and the rubble in the pool shot out in all directions, banging. The turquoise pool suddenly waves, and it turns sharply around the center, becoming a large whirlpool. And in the whirlpool, in the gap of the water splash, a thing slowly arose, black steaming, it was the black short stick, two feet long, neither gold nor iron, a fierce aura, rushing to the face.

With a roar, in the sound of water waves, the dementor suddenly shot out, rushing towards the blue light flickering blood devouring beads, and then there was a loud bang, and the two big evil things collided together, black and green qi were endless, colliding with each other.

And being wrapped in the middle of the two things, Mo Wen's body was also blue and black, like a bloodthirsty demon and a fierce ghost of the Nine Shadows.

But Mo Wen didn't realize it, but laughed out loud and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Come on, come on, master, I want to see how strong you are!"

"Soul Eater, Soul Eater, you are mine after all!"

The blood-devouring bead had just been out of trouble, and its power was not as powerful as that of the dementor, and the green qi to which it belonged was suppressed by the black qi and retreated, but with the help of Mo Wen's blood, it suddenly became green and prosperous, and counterattacked vigorously, not only reversing the situation, but also gradually overwhelming the black qi.

One mouthful of blood spurted out, and Mo Wen finally simply cut his wrist directly, allowing the blood in his body to flow out continuously.

The blood was pouring in, and at the interface between the dementor and the blood-devouring bead, although the blue and black qi were still fighting, the part of the top of the rod and the bead that touched was slowly dyed red by the unheard blood.

A faint smell of blood wafted through the air.

He lost a lot of blood in a short period of time, even with Mo Wenying's physique, he couldn't bear it, his face gradually turned pale, and there were blood threads flowing out of the seven orifices, but looking at the blue light and black gas that gradually dimmed, Mo Wen couldn't stop laughing, and in that deep valley, the laughter continued for a long time. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you to the founding Dragon God, Chen Yu, Sore Throat, Zhang Tianqiong's monthly pass and Yunfeng Yuexing for their tips.