"I called you over," Wu Yueyue said coldly.

Ye Mo walked over very reluctantly, this script is completely different from what he thought, he looks like this, even he feels a little too cowardly, Wu Yue Yueyuan is like his nemesis, Qiong Yao used to be too good to Ye Mo, but now she is bullied by a girl, the key is to take care of herself, Ye Mo sighed secretly, and could only admit it.

"Am I that terrible?" Seeing that Ye Mo didn't dare to look at himself on the side, Wu Yueyue said a little unpleasantly.

"People are so beautiful, it's good for the body to look at them less. Ye Mo said softly.

“......”

"Let me ask you, is your master a crystal practitioner?" Wu Yueyue said as she looked at the two burning crystals lying in her palm.

"How do you know?" Ye Mo said as he looked up at Wu Yueyue.

"Isn't this clear?" Wu Yueyue glanced at Ye Mo with some forced glances and said.

Ye Mo nodded hurriedly.

"Can you take a look at your hands?" asked Yemo tentatively.

"Think beautifully" Wu Yueyue said proudly with a small mouth.

She knew that the reason why Ye Mo was so weak was because of her own hands, and she knew that Burning Crystals would be hot, but not everyone's refining Burning Crystals were hot, for example, now there was only Ye Mo at the fourth level of the Yan Body Realm.

Of course, Wu Yueyue knew that this was Ye Mo's prank, but with her experience, how could she be deceived by Ye Mo, who seemed to her to be a child.

"Are you really stupid or an idiot" Wu Yueyue became a little excited.

"Do you know that only the burning crystals refined by high-level crystal cultivators will be hot?"

“......”

"Ah......h

Wu Yueyue said lightly: "Hey, I don't know how your master taught you." ”

Ye Mo instantly felt that there were countless ants crawling on his face, at the beginning, the master just told him that the burning crystal he refined would not be hot, but he didn't say that only the burning crystal refined by a high-level crystal refiner would be hot, he scolded Nan Yanqing several times in his heart, this master is always so unreliable.

"I reluctantly accepted these two Burning Crystals. Wu Yueyue said again.

After saying that, she didn't pay attention to Ye Mo and walked along the Yan River, but she was thinking about something while walking, and after half a sound, she raised her head and glanced into the distance, and there was a ghostly light flashing in her eyes, and then she took out a jade slip, and put the jade slip on her forehead, and finally she crushed the jade slip directly.

Seeing Wu Yueyue take the initiative to leave, Ye Mo breathed a sigh of relief with gratitude in his heart, he still remembered what he said to his master at the beginning, this person, he always likes those ethereal faces, can he eat it?

Thinking of what he said, Ye Mo involuntarily reached out and touched his face, today is a complete slap in the face, and he also found that this Wu Yue Yueyue does not seem to be as simple as he imagined, but he didn't think about it.

After calming down a little, Ye Mo saw the dual-purpose tripod that was still on the ground, although his face was lost, but this burning crystal still had to continue refining.

Ye Mo began to sort out the herbs again, he had planned to refine some more Gathering Flame Crystals, after all, that thing was still quite convenient for him, and it would never hurt to get more and bring it with him.

Looking at Wu Yueyue, who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, Ye Mo thought that she was practicing Tuna, so she withdrew her gaze and began to refine.

Refining crystals is indeed a very energy-consuming and time-consuming drudgery, at least Ye Mo thinks so, a few hours have passed in a flash, during this time Ye Mo has been refining Juyan Crystals, plus the two pieces that he gave Wu Yue Yueyuan before, he has already refined eight of them, he is already tired and out of breath, and the inflammation power in his body is almost consumed, and he has failed twice in the refining process, wasting some herbs.

After collecting the dual-purpose tripod, he sorted out the items in the ring, and there were still a lot of herbs in it, but there were not many demon crystals, and every time he refined a burning crystal, he would consume a demon crystal, but fortunately, every time he failed, he was condensing the part of the herbs, otherwise he would have to waste a few demon crystals.

Ye Mo also felt that he would have to consume countless medicinal herbs to become a real crystal refiner, and he couldn't help but sigh a little, if he hadn't met Nan Yanqing, he probably wouldn't have had this opportunity in his life.

After putting away the six Gathering Flame Crystals, Ye Mo began to spit out again, he couldn't relax, although it was very tiring, but when he thought of the strength of those black-robed people, he couldn't stop, he wanted to become stronger.

Cultivation is actually very boring for Ye Mo, compared to practice, he actually prefers to learn medicinal herb knowledge, but those things can only be used as tools to help him become stronger, the real strong person is the person who has experienced the bloody rain and bloody wind, just like the black shadow swallowed by Ye Mo's heart lamp, now in retrospect, Ye Mo always has a feeling of horror on that black shadow, that is a feeling that can only be felt after truly experiencing countless killings.

The thought of the killing reminded Ye Mo of his fight with the wildlings, and he remembered that his sword had cut off the hands of the wildlings, and he still remembered the blood that had spurted out.

Fighting can make oneself stronger, this is the most direct conclusion that Ye Mo has reached, he looked at the Sky Cutting Sword, his fingers lightly swiped over the silver sword surface, the sword is a good sword, but the person who uses the sword is very weak, and he has not brought out the power of the sword.

"Oh...... Oh...... Oh."

The voices that came from the Red Devil Forest, one after the other, rippled through the forest like waves, and those voices were familiar to Ye Mo, the howls of those wild men.

Ye Mo raised his head and looked at the Red Devil Forest, although he could only see a red forest, but Ye Mo knew that these voices were probably related to the sacrifice that Wu Yue Yueyuan said.

Wu Yueyueyuan on the edge of the Yan River in the distance also opened her eyes, the two glanced at each other, Wu Yueyueyuan stood up, and walked over one rock after another with a very light step, the body technique she used was the same as the one she used when she saw Ye Mo for the first time.

"I won't go in tonight," Wu Yue said, looking at the sun that was about to set.

"I still need some time. Ye Mo looked at the louder and louder voices in the Demon Forest, and said to Wu Yue Yueyuan with some solemnity.

Of course, Wu Yue Yueyuan knew the meaning of Ye Mo's words, she nodded, and sat down one foot away from Ye Mo, obviously protecting Ye Mo.

This time she believed that there would not be a situation like the last time, after all, the last time Ye Mo almost died, this is something she does not want to experience again.

Ye Mo nodded and stopped talking, and began to concentrate on exhaling the flame power, the sooner he recovered, the more risks would be reduced, and he knew that the next time he encountered a wild man, he might not be as lucky as last time.

Just when Ye Mo was concentrating, in the depths of the Red Devil Forest, there were many dense wild people, and this place was where those strange sounds came out.

In the center of the clearing there was a platform made of sticks of countless trees, and on the platform stood an old man with a rickety figure, and the old man held a long scimitar in his hand, and the scimitar was smeared with colored things, and not far behind the old man lay a large vat, which was filled with viscous yellow liquid, which kept wriggling in it, and in the liquid lay twelve jars of different sizes, and those jars floated on top of the liquid。

The old man was dressed in a long linen robe, unlike the wild men around him who were completely shoulderless, the old man's face was vicissitudes, and there were bright eyes between the deep wrinkles, and he was raising the scimitar in his hand above his head, facing the sky, and then he knelt down on the high platform with a look of awe.

The old man's voice sounded on the earth: "Today, the dragon is roaring, and the foreign enemy is invading...... The dragon gate will be broken, my ancient barbarian clan is willing to sacrifice to the ancestors with their lives, seek the road of micro-survival, blood as the guide, please protect the ancestors......"

"Evil, evil, evil"

As the old man's words spread in all directions, all the savages under the high platform exited almost at the same time.

Immediately after that, a team of twelve savages came out of the countless savages, they were the chosen sacrifices, these twelve savages were tall and short and there was no specific difference, but each of them had a mark on the center of their eyebrows, if you looked closely, you would find that it was a dragon.

The twelve walked up to the high platform together, and suddenly the cries of the audience were even louder, and their eyes were full of enthusiasm, and it seemed to them that it was an honor to be chosen to be sacrificed.

"Woohoo......" the old man whispered to the twelve savages standing in front of him.

The old man put the scimitar in front of his chest very seriously, and then turned around and went deep into the vat, and saw the old man pinching the blade of the scimitar with his hand, and then pulled it fiercely, and the bright red blood suddenly flowed down from the scimitar stained with mucus.

The old man was still expressionless, and his mouth kept reciting incantations, and with each sentence he slashed his scimitar across the chest of the sacrifices, until a deep blood mark was left on the chests of the twelve sacrifices.

"Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys......" The old man slashed his chest again, then raised his scimitar and shouted.

As soon as the words fell, I saw twelve jars in the big vat fly out of the vat, and landed in front of the twelve savages very accurately, each jar seemed to be selective, and the big one was just in front of the big savage.

Looking at the twelve jars, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the savages in the audience all looked intently at the twelve jars, which were left by their ancestors, to be precise, the jars containing the souls of their ancestors.

"Evil, evil, evil" came from the audience again, and the roar of a savage was heard again.

"Evil," the old man pondered for a moment and shouted.

The twelve savages did not hesitate to pick up the jar in front of them, and as soon as they opened the jar, another white light floated out of it, and then the white light seemed to be aware of the existence of the sacrifice, and the next moment it penetrated through the chest of the sacrifice.

With the appearance of the twelve white lights, the wind suddenly rose around the high platform, and countless roars like demonic sounds came from the void, the old man took a few steps back, and immediately knelt down, he knew that the ancestor was coming, and two lines of tears in his eyes suddenly flowed.