As soon as Dongfang Mofang turned around, he saw a black shadow appear behind him almost silently.

With a swipe of the black shadow's hand, two black rays glowing with cold light instantly tore through the obstacle and crossed towards him.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed, and his hands pinched. Just as the two intersecting black rays were about to fall on him, a layer of green and misty aura appeared around him.

"Click!"

But the black mang's unusually sharp slash shattered the hastily excited Gang Qi in an instant.

However, taking this opportunity, Dongfang Mo's body turned into a green shadow, and he easily dodged away with a distance of one zhang horizontally.

"Whew!"

After the two black rays missed, they continued to slash into the obstacle in the distance, and then disappeared.

At this time, Dongfang Mo raised his head and looked at the black shadow.

I saw that this person was an ordinary-looking young man, holding two black daggers with a ghostly light.

When he saw this person's face, he recognized at a glance that this person was the Blood Clan monk named Chen Zhong who had followed Wu Yu before.

It stands to reason that this person should be chasing after the night boy, but for some reason he suddenly appeared here.

"Should I say that you are lucky, or that I am lucky, I didn't expect to really let me find you."

"I didn't expect that you only have a mere ninth-order cultivation, and you actually dare to snatch food, your courage is really not small."

Chen Zhong looked at Mu Ziyu, then turned his head to look at Dongfang Mo and said with some sarcasm.

In his opinion, to be able to rob people under the nose of Wu Mao, I am afraid that at least it is a monk in the foundation building period, but he didn't expect that this kid in front of him only has a ninth-order cultivation, which is really surprising.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo didn't speak, but just looked at Chen Zhong with fear, he could feel a force from this person that surpassed the blood clan big man called Shen Tu who was killed by him before, so this person's cultivation is probably at least in the middle stage of foundation building.

Although he also made a breakthrough a few days ago, he was afraid that he would lose more than win against this person.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously retreated to where Mu Ziyu was.

At this moment, Chen Zhong naturally saw Dongfang Mo's plan, only to hear him sneer, his figure shot out, blocking between the two, and looked at him jokingly, saying:

"You are all mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, you can't protect yourself, and you still think about others!"

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's expression finally cooled down.

I know that if I don't kill this person today, I'm afraid that Mu Ziyu will fall into the tiger's mouth again.

"Dry tongue!"

Thinking of this, his eyes were full of murderous intent, so he was ready to strike first.

I saw him stomp on his feet!

"Bang!" A bang.

A waist-thick vine rose from the ground under its feet, and the vine writhed wildly, making a sound of breaking through the air, and the momentum was extremely amazing, and it strangled towards Chen Zhong.

Chen Zhong's face remained unchanged, his right hand suddenly raised, the black dagger was erected, and when his wrist turned, he waved the dagger into a bright sword flower, and at the same time, his body suddenly rushed forward.

"Sting!"

I saw that the sword flower was slashed on the vine, and the next moment, the vine was cut into sawdust flying in the sky.

And Chen Zhong's body was unstoppable, and he quickly killed Dongfang Mo from the sawdust.

In Dongfang Mo's surprised gaze, his figure came instantly, and in the blink of an eye, it was close to a distance of less than a zhang.

At this time, the rest of his left hands were raised above his head without any fancy fancy, turned the dagger upside down, and slammed it into the Dongfang Mo Tianling Gai.

Dongfang Mo just made a tentative move, not wanting this person's strength to be so strong, even the techniques of the subtle realm could not stop his footsteps.

Seeing Chen Zhong killing towards him, his expression turned pale, his right hand slapped his waist, and he suddenly held a strange wooden staff.

Just when Chen Zhong's dagger stabbed him hard from top to bottom.

Dongfang Mo raised the wooden staff high, and walked in the opposite direction, from the bottom to the top.

"Bang!"

The dagger stabbed into the wooden staff, making a hard sound, like the impact of a stake.

Dongfang Mo only felt a huge force coming from the wooden staff.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, his legs were below the knees, and he sank into the dry bones under his feet. The breath in the body is tumbling, and it is extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly raised his head, and he was facing Chen Zhong's cold smile.

"Die!"

I saw that Chen Zhong suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, opened his mouth and squirted a mouthful of dark red essence blood at him.

The blood turned into a mist of blood, and it was under the hood.

Dongfang Mo was just about to dodge away, when the blood mist suddenly dispersed into a strange and transparent blood curtain, enveloping his entire body and wrapping him into an oval-shaped blood cocoon.

"Blood refining Dafa, give me melt!"

Chen Zhong snorted.

When the words fell, I saw the blood cocoon squirm for a while, and let out a "coo!" The sound of running water.

It's like a weird silkworm, which seems to be refining the oriental ink in its belly into a pool of blood.

In the transparent blood cocoon, Dongfang Mo's expression changed greatly, and just as he was about to make any move, the blood curtain suddenly shrank, wrapped his body tightly, and tightened it crazily.

The next moment, a strong corrosive force came, and the curtain of blood burrowed through its skin and began to melt his flesh.

In the blink of an eye, Dongfang Mo was about to be refined into a pool of blood.

"Oriental Junior Brother ......"

Mu Ziyuhua's face was pale, tears flashed in her eyes, and as soon as her body moved, she was about to step forward.

Chen Zhong suddenly turned around, waved his hand, and suddenly a strong wind whistled out, blowing Mu Ziyu upside down, smashing a lot of dry bones in the distance, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Chen Zhong smiled slightly, he made a measured move, so naturally he wouldn't really hurt her.

So he turned his head to look at Dongfang Mo, the corners of his mouth rose, as long as he was hit by the Blood Refining Dafa, this was not yet a monk in the foundation building period, and he would definitely not be able to resist.

But the next moment, I saw the figure of Dongfang Mo in the blood curtain, "Wave!" With a sound, it turned into a piece of spiritual light and dissipated.

"Spirit!"

Chen Zhong exclaimed, a look of surprise in his eyes.

Immediately, his face changed drastically, and he saw a ghost-like figure emerge behind him.

As soon as Fang appeared, a strange wooden staff stabbed at his head.

Chen Zhong turned around suddenly, and the wooden staff was already less than a foot away from the center of his eyebrows.

At the critical moment, I saw a stroke in his hand, his arm danced rapidly, and the double dagger crossed and rotated, faintly turning into a black whirlpool.

"Poof!"

The wooden staff instantly pierced into the whirlpool

Suddenly, Dongfang Mo's eyes flashed, and the wooden staff in his hand suddenly stirred!

"Bang!"

Chen Zhong's figure flew out upside down, and after landing, he retreated sharply three feet before he stood firm.

Unexpectedly, he was caught off guard and suffered a small loss.

Just when he looked angry, he saw Dongfang Mo looking at him, and a trace of sarcasm suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Not good!"

At the same time, Chen Zhong immediately felt a faint crisis.

Just as he looked vigilant, a few soft sounds were heard from under his feet.

Looking down, several arm-thick vines rose from the ground again, and they were intertwined into a dry prison at an extremely fast speed.

Dongfang Moqu fingers flicked, and two dark green vitality suddenly shot out, merging into the dry prison.

Suddenly, the withered prison took on a solidified inky color, which appeared extremely tough.

Chen Zhong's eyes narrowed, his arms turned into two afterimages, and under the turn of the dagger in his hand, he slashed on the dry prison.

What is surprising is that the extremely sharp dagger even cuts off the dark green dry prison. In the next moment, the vines that had been broken in two would merge together again, and they would continue to grow wildly and entangle.

"Carving insect skills!"

Chen Zhong's eyes were cold, and two streams of blood in his arms overflowed from his palms and merged into the double daggers.

Suddenly, the dagger was full of blood, and a cold aura came from it.

"Whew!"

With a wave of his hands, he slashed at the vine again, easily cutting it in two, only to see traces of corrosion emerging from the fracture, making it difficult to fuse.

In just a breath, Chen Zhong slashed all the vines around him, turning them into sawdust and scattering in all directions.

Its body is like a big peng, rising to the sky.

Unexpectedly, even the withering technique that was integrated with vitality could only imprison him for a few breaths.

And when Chen Zhong cut open the dry prison, he was about to kill Dongfang Mo.

I saw Dongfang Mo throwing the wooden staff in the distance, and the wooden staff burrowed into the ground like a living thing.

With a pull of his hands, he drew a semicircle, and a rich mass of wood spiritual power suddenly appeared in front of him.

Dongfang Mo's fingertips twitched, there were words in his mouth, and he looked at Chen Zhong and suddenly snorted.

"Hurry!"

Fang Cai only used the dry prison technique to temporarily entangle this person, although it was only a few breaths, but it was enough.

After speaking, I saw that thousands of ink-colored wooden swords appeared in the wood spiritual power, and as Dongfang Mo's words fell, the dense wooden swords suddenly shot out, sweeping towards him like an overwhelming one.

Seal it all around, a few feet away.

Feeling the sharp aura on the wooden sword, as well as a majestic spiritual pressure, even if he was in the middle stage of foundation building, Chen Zhong's face changed greatly. Because from the wooden sword, he clearly felt a fierceness that could threaten his life.

At this time, he thrust the double dagger into the scabbard at his waist with his backhand. Its fingers rotate like wheels, making strange handprints from time to time.

During his breath, his body shook, and then he bit the index finger of his left hand, and continued to outline it in the palm of his right hand, drawing a strange pattern that resembled flames.

The next moment.

"Whoa!" Bang.

In the palm of his hand, a cluster of blood-colored flames suddenly drilled out, Chen Zhong looked overjoyed, and immediately slapped the flames on his forehead.

"Whew!!"

Suddenly, a blood-colored flame poured down from above its head and began to burn violently, and in a short time, it enveloped its entire body.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo's fingers pinched again and again. The Wood Thorn Technique of the Subtle Realm, he has been able to change its direction at will.

The inky wooden swords in the sky, under the control of his mind, were as dense as raindrops, pouring down.

"Puff puff!"

With the sound of sharp swords entering flesh, in the blink of an eye, all the wooden swords seemed to be dragged, and they all sank into the blood-colored flames of the humanoid.

It took a few breaths when all the wooden swords were submerged in it.

At this time, the flames on Chen Zhong's body were instantly extinguished, revealing his figure.

At this time, his face was pale, and he staggered back seven or eight steps, and then he stood firmly, and even opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Looking at his waist and abdomen, there are several blood-colored holes that are translucent from front to back, and blood is constantly bubbling out.

Chen Zhong's face was shocked, the power of the spell just now was probably no less than the full force of the monk in the late stage of foundation building.

"Very good, I underestimated you, now it depends on what you are capable of."

Seeing that Dongfang Mo was also pale, panting, and looking like he was running out of mana, Chen Zhong said in a deep voice.

After speaking, the mana in his body was agitated, relying on the unique secret technique of the blood clan, the squirming of the granes in his waist and abdomen continued to grow, and after a while, although it had not healed, the blood had stopped.

When I looked up at Dongfang Mo again, it was like looking at a dead person.

As soon as his palm froze, the blood-colored flame that had been extinguished just now transformed from his palm again.

Chen Zhong sneered again and again, and he was about to use some kind of means.

But at this time, he found that Dongfang Mo looked at him with a strange expression.

Chen Zhong subconsciously raised his head, only to see that three small and delicate green leaves had fallen lightly on the top of his head.

(I didn't get home from work until half past eight, and I finally wrote it, but I can only have one chapter tonight, and I look at such a hard work, and if I have a vote, I will vote!) Thank you for the reward from the English alphabet, haha! ）