"This dagger is weird!" Mo Ye took a deep look at the blood-red dagger in Zong Yuan's hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info On this dagger, he felt a kind of evil aura, and his inner instinct told him that he must not touch it easily, otherwise his life would be in danger.

Zong Yuan stroked the dagger in his hand and smiled cruelly: "After this blood demon blade has been soaked in the blood of tens of thousands of living beings, a trace of spirituality has been born, and the blood of the living beings that the blood demon blade touches will be sucked dry all over the body. But don't worry, I said I won't let you die, I just give you a little bitterness!"

In an instant, Zong Yuan arrived in front of Mo Ye, and the Blood Demon Blade in his hand slashed down, pointing directly at Mo Ye's right hand. Obviously, he wanted to get rid of Mo Ye's right hand.

"Yuanbi Technique!" Under Mo Ye's low roar, a pale yellow light curtain emerged, blocking the Blood Demon Blade in Zong Yuan's hand. However, this situation only lasted for one breath, and after one breath passed, countless tiny cracks appeared on the surface of the light curtain, and the light curtain shattered.

Taking advantage of this gap, Mo Ye also moved his right hand with difficulty for a distance, and the Blood Demon Blade slashed under his armpit, but did not hit his right hand, and the chill emitted by the tip of the Blood Demon Blade made him feel like he had walked before the death door closed.

However, Zong Yuan didn't give Mo Ye a chance to rest, and the Blood Demon Blade instantly changed direction in the air, slashing at Mo Ye's arm.

A hint of pain flashed across Mo Ye's face, and the moment the Blood Demon Blade slashed across his body, he only felt the blood in his body boiling, ready to burst out. Mobilizing the spiritual power in his body to suppress the restless blood, he took the opportunity to retreat and opened a large distance from Zong Yuan.

Taking this opportunity, Mo Ye took the time to look at the wound on his arm, only to see that a trace of black blood had oozed from the surface of the wound, which was neither deep nor shallow.

"Toxin!" Mo Ye looked at the bleeding wound, his eyes frozen.

"That's right, this is the toxin on the Blood Demon Blade, this poison can paralyze the nerves of the monks in the Spirit Realm, and in less than a quarter of an hour, you will be completely immobile. Zong Yuan smiled slightly, "The longer this toxin stays in the human body, the greater the damage it will cause, if it is not detoxified within an hour, the toxin will destroy the monk's meridians and even spiritual apertures!"

Listening to Zong Yuan's explanation, Mo Ye's heart was already filled with coldness. His cultivation was relatively low, and it didn't take half an hour for the toxin to completely crush his body.

"The antidote must be on his body!" Mo Ye calmly looked at Zong Yuan standing in front of him, his eyes flashing.

The only way now is to defeat Zong Yuan and get the antidote from him. But Zong Yuan's cultivation is the pinnacle of the Spirit Condensation Realm, two realms higher than him, this gap is something he can't make up, I'm afraid that Zong Yuan didn't use all his strength for the blow just now! If he wants to get the antidote, he is undoubtedly snatching food from the tiger's mouth, and there is little hope.

"No matter how slim the hope is, I will try!" In an instant, Mo Ye made up his mind. He urged the wind to step and rushed towards Zong Yuan.

"I can't help myself!" Zong Yuan looked at Mo Ye who was rushing towards him, a look of disdain flashed on his face, and the Blood Demon Blade in his hand swiped lightly towards Mo Ye in the air.

A huge blood-red sword light slashed out from the tip of the Blood Demon Blade, flying straight towards Mo Ye. The huge spiritual pressure rushed towards Mo Ye, and at this moment, Mo Ye's figure seemed so small.

"Running Thunder Spell!" Mo Ye shouted angrily, a trace of purple thunder light appeared on the surface of the fist, and a purple fist shadow struck towards the sword light.

The purple thunder and lightning burst out after the fist shadow hit the sword light, instantly tearing the sword light apart, but at this time, the fist shadow also quickly dimmed, and there was not much power left.

"Sure enough, the thunderbolt was able to restrain that Blood Demon Blade!" Mo Ye looked at the torn sword light, and was a little surprised in his heart.

With a thunderbolt of this power, with the spiritual power in his current spiritual aperture, he could also unleash it three times, and as long as he defeated Zong Yuan in these three attacks, he would be able to achieve victory. He hadn't forgotten that when he cast the Thunder Spell before, a trace of deep jealousy flashed in Zong Yuan's eyes.

"You must not give him a chance to react!" Looking at Zong Yuan's somewhat stunned expression, Mo Ye instantly rushed towards it, and a faint thunderbolt rose in his hand again.

"Not good!" Seeing that Mo Ye smashed his inevitable blow and rushed towards him quickly, Zong Yuan's heart was secretly a little anxious, and he retreated towards the rear as quickly as possible. Because of his exercises, the thunder and lightning will have a great restraining effect on him, and the punch that Mo Ye just made is extremely powerful, if it falls on him, he will definitely be seriously injured in an instant.

Mo Ye didn't give Zong Yuan a chance to dodge, only to see his toes lightly touch the ground, and instantly slid to Zong Yuan's back, and the fist with thunder and lightning quickly hit Zong Yuan's back.

A violent explosion sounded, and Mo Ye quickly retreated, and at the same time, his eyes were staring at the location of Zong Yuan in front of him, only to see that there was already a thick black fog in that place.

The black mist slowly dissipated, revealing Zong Yuan's embarrassed figure. At this moment, Zong Yuan's appearance became very miserable, his shirt had been torn apart by thunder and lightning, revealing his bloody back. Mo Ye could clearly see that the blurred flesh on his back was squirming rapidly, and it seemed to be healing.

"Damn boy, I'm going to kill you!" Under the pain, Zong Yuan had lost part of his mind. With red eyes, he rushed towards Mo Ye quickly.

Kan Kan dodged the blood demon blade in Zong Yuan's hand, and a trace of thunder and lightning popped out from Mo Ye's fingertips, and fell into his left eye under Zong Yuan's surprise.

After the lightning fell into Zong Yuan's left eye, it exploded violently, and the result can be imagined, Zong Yuan's left eye has been abolished.

"Damn!" Zong Yuan clutched his bleeding left eye in pain, although the wound on his back was rapidly repairing, he couldn't repair such an important part of the eye.

"Good opportunity!" Mo Ye saw the opportunity and slammed his fist towards Zong Yuan's heart.

Although Zong Yuan was unable to move at the moment, he also felt that a huge crisis was coming towards him. Before Mo Ye's fist landed on him, he moved his body slightly, and Mo Ye's original killing blow missed, only hitting him in the chest.

After the violent explosion, Mo Ye looked at the shocking blood hole in Zong Yuan's chest and sighed slightly. Zong Yuan's left eye was injured by him, but his intuition to fight was still there, and he reacted correctly in the moment of life and death, and his fist was deflected and fell on Zong Yuan's chest.

Even if he didn't kill Zong Yuan in an instant, Mo Ye took the opportunity to seriously injure him, and now Zong Yuan has no power to resist.

"Damn! I'm going to kill you!" Zong Yuan roared, his voice already shaking. After losing his mind, he did not forget to repair the wounds on his body, but with such a serious injury, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

Mo Ye looked at Zong Yuan with a calm face, and the long sword instantly appeared in his hand. With a sword stroke, Zong Yuan's head slowly fell, and his pupils gradually spread. At this time, he had regained his senses, and a pair of eyes stared at Mo Ye with a flash of unwillingness.

After killing Zong Yuan, Mo Ye breathed a long sigh of relief and sat down on the ground with a plop. The long sword in his hand had fallen to the ground, and a closer look revealed that his body was quietly trembling.

"The toxin is spreading too fast, it must be detoxified as soon as possible!" Mo Ye raised his trembling hand and moved with difficulty towards the storage bag that Zong Yuan was wearing. After a few breaths, he finally grabbed Zong Yuan's storage bag, barely controlled a trace of spiritual power to inject into the storage bag, he erased the mark set by Zong Yuan, took out the contents one by one, and began to look for the antidote.

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Ye's face became extremely ugly. He had already rummaged through everything in Zong Yuan's storage bag, but unfortunately he couldn't find an antidote that could remove the toxin. Thinking about it carefully, Zong Yuan didn't seem to say that he had the antidote before.

"What now?" Mo Ye's consciousness gradually blurred, and faintly, Mo Ye's eyes saw the Blood Demon Blade that fell next to Zong Yuan's corpse.

"A dead horse is a live horse doctor!" Without a moment's hesitation, Mo Ye grabbed the Blood Demon Blade and began to refine it. If that doesn't work, he'll have to wait for death. Because in this kind of barren mountains and mountains, no one will notice him, and even if they do, they will not necessarily lend a helping hand to him, and maybe they will take the opportunity to take everything from him.

During the time of refining the Blood Demon Blade, Mo Ye felt like he was living like a year, and at this rate, I am afraid that he might not be able to hold on until the refining was completed.

In a trance, Mo Ye's hand was slashed by the Blood Demon Blade, and drops of blood fell onto the surface of the Blood Demon Blade, which was quickly absorbed. I don't know if it's because of the blood of Mo Ye, after this blood was absorbed by the Blood Demon Blade, the speed at which the Blood Demon Blade was refined by Mo Ye quickly accelerated, and after a dozen breaths, the Blood Demon Blade was successfully refined by Mo Ye.

Mo Ye barely managed to disconnect a trace of consciousness and controlled the Blood Demon Blade to stab at his arm. At this time, the toxins in his body were almost all over his body, and if he continued like this, the toxins would destroy his meridians and spiritual apertures.

After the Blood Demon Blade stabbed into Mo Ye's arm, a suction force suddenly erupted from it. However, this suction force did not absorb Mo Ye's blood, but instead pulled a trace of black liquid out of Mo Ye's body and sucked it back into the tip of the blade.

Gradually, Mo Ye came to his senses, and looked at the deep black surface of the skin that the Blood Demon Blade had pierced, and Mo Ye breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He was right, the Blood Demon Blade was able to extract the toxins from his body.

Silently felt the meridians and spiritual apertures in his body, and was not eroded by the toxins, it seems that his detoxification is still relatively timely, and these places are not damaged.

Mo Ye waited quietly for another quarter of an hour, and the Blood Demon Blade had already removed all the toxins from his body. He pulled out the Blood Demon Blade and stood up, his eyes looking at the dangerous weapon with a complicated look.