Chapter Seventy-Two: The End

As for the hundred ghost red pupils on the other side, he didn't catch the target, and actually let the wind breath flower take advantage of the gap formed by the ghost prison to use the forbidden spell to break through the void and escape. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the open and boundless sky, there was only an eerie ghost prison circling, and countless ghosts howled out, leaving the red pupils alone in a messy ......

In the end, he could only go home in a huff, looking at Yin Mozhu, who was also empty-handed, he felt a little sympathetic.

"You missed too?" Red Hitomi snorted, like a fool, as if it didn't matter if everyone missed together.

"Well, I missed it......" Yin Mo Candle glanced at him, the disciple of the Secret Ghost Peak is really worthy of his reputation, and there is really a reason for ranking first in the Strange Mountain Gate.

At this time, the Blood Demon Great Array completely collapsed, and Ye Mo and the others also walked out of the smoke and ashes of the explosion at this time, and came head-on with the two of them.

"I've seen Elder Ye. "Yin Mozhu is the first time to meet Ye Mo, obviously a somewhat arrogant man, but his attitude is surprisingly good, I don't know what he thinks.

The red pupils of the hundred ghosts snorted coldly, opened their eyes and looked behind them, they seemed to be embarrassed, and then patted Ye Mo's shoulder with a smile.

"You won't get nothing, will you......?"

It's so funny, Ye Mo, Ye Mo, you have calculated so much, and after a lot of hardships, it's not that you haven't gained anything!

The red pupils of the hundred ghosts wantonly laughed at Ye Mo's stupidity, as if he wanted to return all the grievances he had suffered a few days ago, and finally it was his turn to see Ye Mo make a fool of himself, and he could even see the slightest trace of tears in his eyes.

can actually laugh and cry, it's really hard for him.

Ye Mo looked at his stupid appearance, but he felt inexplicably unbearable, wouldn't he really be slapped in the face and stupid......

He tapped the Nine Dragons Forbidden Box in his hand, and with a flash of light, the unconscious young man suddenly showed his figure, lying on the ground weakly, it was Zifei who was in the red robe and feather crown.

The red pupils of the hundred ghosts froze with laughter, looking at Zifei who suddenly appeared, and the embarrassed laughter slowly brought a trace of crying, saying that nothing was done, who is this guy!?

Seeing the problem in his sad and indignant expression, Ye Mo smiled and said word by word. "This is the king of the Blood Demon Clan. ”

Bang dang -

Hyakki Chitong sat on the floor with a loud noise, and actually crushed the solid floor, only to see that his face was as red as his hair.

"You repeat, this, this, this...... The King of the Blood Demon Clan!?"

Ye Mo said affirmatively and conclusively, a half-smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This is the king of the Blood Demon Clan! ”

"Cut!"

It's just a clone.,The red pupils of the hundred ghosts are finally a little confident.,What's it to catch the clone?,There's a kind of grabbing the deity!?

"I see you went to chase that wind breath flower just now, why, you accidentally beat him to death?" Ye Mo didn't want to expose his scars, but some people, as the so-called three days of not fighting, go to the house to expose the tiles.

To deal with this kind of person, you have to ravage his self-esteem to the ground, otherwise the other party will always be like an orangutan in heat, showing off his power in front of you.

Yin Mozhu snorted softly, with a very admiring expression on his face. It turns out that the Hundred Ghost Brothers are the same as him, and they beat people to death. He thought the flying streamer had escaped.

"I really can't see that the Hundred Ghost Brothers are hiding deeply, but I blame you for my brother's mistake. ”

As for the red pupils of the hundred ghosts, it can be said that the paint shop has been knocked over on his face, and his handsome face is red and purple, with a hint of white and green.

Facing Senior Brother Yin's admiration, how could the hundred ghosts and red pupils dare to say that they had let go of the enemy, so they could only speak in shame, as if they hadn't heard.

"Where's Yaoguang?"

Jun Yujiu glanced around, but didn't see the familiar person. couldn't care about anything else, grabbed Ye Mo's sleeve directly, and hurriedly asked. Even with Ye Mo's repeated assurances, he was very worried about Yaoguang's safety.

That Nizi has liked to be reckless in front of him since she was a child, and if she hadn't forced it, Jun Yujiu wouldn't even tell her about this plan!

"Oh, that's not it!" Ye Mo's eyelids jumped, his eyes were like eagles, as if he could shoot lightning, and he could directly look thousands of meters away.

I saw a slightly embarrassed figure in the distance slowly approaching Fengfu, walking bumpy, it was Yaoguang who had danced for two hours in a row.

The original delicate and elegant are gone, and her seductive little face has become extremely red, and I don't know whether she is angry or tired.

Even the embroidered skirt on her body looked tattered, like a girl returning from picking up garbage, facing the twilight sunset, so desolate that passers-by wanted to stuff steamed buns into her hands when they saw it.

"Finally let me see you, thief!"

After a thousand meters, Yaoguang raised his head but instantly locked on Ye Mo's figure, boundless anger just erupted, and a shocking roar came out of half of the ancient city, and the twin swords in his hands rubbed together at the same time to emit crackling purple lightning, like a life-seeking demon crawling out of hell.

She stepped through the void, one thousand meters at a time, and descended with the power of true martial arts, galloping, in a vain attempt to suppress Ye Mo on the spot!

But before she could swing her sword, a pair of strong and warm arms hugged her around her waist, making her momentum relax. Jun Yujiu slowly lowered his head and buried his face in the jade neck of the beauty, sucking her taste deeply.

"Yaoguang ......" and "Imperial Wine ......"

Looking at each other, needless to say, their respective minds have already shown that tenderness is like water, and it is very sweet, which can be said to be a matter of course.

"Let's disperse!"

The corners of Ye Mo's mouth twitched, and he actually showed affection in front of this seat, is this worth it? Fortunately, Hongluo saw that there were wisps of canine sorrow on his body, and suddenly came out and grabbed his neck, looking extremely close.

How come even Ye Mo has a family to serve!

The hundred ghosts looked to the left with unconvinced eyes, the two ripples were whispering whispering, and then looked to the right, Yin Mozhu was holding the jade bottle and drinking alone to the moon, and his face also exuded the brilliance of happiness. Why did he suddenly feel that his life was so lonely at this moment......

"Ye Mo, can you give this person to me?" Hongluo whispered in Ye Mo's ear, but his little hand pointed at Zifei who fainted next to him, with a slight excitement in his eyes.

Ye Mo was stunned when he heard this, and then glanced at her with disdain, "Even if you live for two hundred years, you are also a Lori, you won't lack men, right? ”

Full of vulgarity, he is really not a good person!

Yaoguang lay on Jun Yujiu's shoulder and glared at him from afar, how could he be so shameless in front of the public?

"What are you staring at, haven't you ever seen a beautiful man!Okay, I admit it, I'm going to be a little more handsome than your monarch wine, but you're not so nymphomaniac~"

Ye Mo smiled evilly, his mouth was like a river, and he almost killed Yao Guangqi again.

"Lady, I just want that thing on his head!"

The carrot on the other side is also red, close to the edge of the outbreak, she lacks a fart man, will the ghost lack a man!?

She snatched the crown of blood feathers from Zifei's head, buckled off a pitch-black gem on it, and disappeared.

"This thing helps me condense the ghost body, maybe I can break through to the real martial arts in one fell swoop! I'll try it first......"

A gem that can refine the ghost body? It turns out that there are so many good things on this Zifei's body, Ye Mo was stunned, and then his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a fat sheep.

"Since I've been captured, don't all the things on my body belong to me, so I can take them as I like. ”

Ye Mo immediately stripped off Zifei's tattered blood robe, although it was tattered, it was also a magic weapon of the Xuan Rank, which was very valuable for repair.

He only left a set of snow-white lining for Zifei, and by the way, he also took off his storage ring, presumably the real big head inside.

Yin and Yang True Meaning!

A finger fell, obliterating the void, directly piercing the space of the storage ring, and with a bang, a bunch of golden magic weapon materials burst out.

"This guy, shouldn't it be the 10,000-year treasure house of the Blood Demon Clan that he carried with him!" Even though Ye Mo had the Azure Treasure, he was also very sighing at this time, it was too rich!

After all, the treasure house of the Azure Demon Saint has been placed for an unknown number of thousands of years, and most of the materials in it have finally faded into mortal things.

Therefore, except for a few magic weapons that could still be repaired, Ye Mo only had that elixir mountain range and millions of spirit stones, and there were no extra good treasures.

There are many types, but there are very few that can be used.

Ye Mo suddenly looked around, all of them were serious black-armored monks, each of them was a true martial arts level monk, his eyes were sharp, and he was on combat alert at any time.

These are all the elites of the Desolate Sect, Ye Mo nodded slowly in affirmation, and his comprehensive quality far surpassed that of ordinary inner disciples.

It stands to reason that the disciples of the Desolate Sect are divided into three levels, the outer gate, the inner gate, and the core true lineage. Most of the cultivation is distinguished by Gangti, Congenital, and True Martial Arts.

But not every inner disciple who breaks through the true martial arts can become the core, and most of those who are too old and have insufficient qualifications will become the reserve army of the Desolate Sect.

And these black-armored sergeants, although they ended up in the battlefield of geniuses, opened up the territory for the Desolate Sect in another way, conquered the heavens, and defended the sect!