"Senior brother, are you alright?"

Mu Ziyu was hugged by Dongfang Mo and hugged his slender waist and clinged to him, at this time, his hands could only be on his shoulders, his face was red, and his eyes were even softer.

She naturally heard the screams of the gloom behind her, and knew that Dongfang Mo didn't want her to see that bloody scene.

At this time, he bit his warm lips and said softly.

Dongfang Mo intoxicated took a sip of the girl's unique fragrance, and then released Mu Ziyu from his arms without blushing or panting, and said:

"Let's go!"

So with a wave of his hand, two vines rolled up the oil-paper umbrella and the beads that had fallen into the pile of bones, and after offering the Escape Tissot, they put their arms around her and shot towards the bottom of the mountain.

Not long after the two of them left, no one noticed that in the obstacle not far away, there was a cloud of mist that kept wriggling, and finally distorted into a vague human figure.

Although the figure has a human form, it doesn't feel like a blood race, let alone a human race.

Watching the two leave, after stopping in place for a long time, the figure floated towards the top of the Bone Mountain.

At this time, Dongfang Mo escaped and stopped when he came to a position of more than 50,000 zhang.

Only the monks of the foundation building period of the blood clan can set foot here, relatively speaking, there are many fewer people, and it is not easy to be discovered.

Although Mu Ziyu's cultivation is low, after all, the human race has more advantages on the bone mountain than the blood clan, so even if there are a lot of obstacles immersed in her body, it is no problem to hold on for another three or five days.

So he took out the set of low-level array flags and arranged them around, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior sister, because you don't have any cover-up on you, it is easy to be recognized by the blood clan, if you go down the mountain like this, your identity will definitely be exposed, but don't worry, this matter can be completely resolved tomorrow, so let's breathe here for one night tonight."

Dongfang Mo sat cross-legged, looked at her and said. However, he did not explain the specific reason to her.

"Well, everything is up to junior brother."

Mu Zi looked at him with rain-like eyes, nodded, and didn't ask much.

Seeing Mu Ziyu's appearance, Dongfang Mo said in his heart: "It's really charming." ”

For some reason, compared to the coldness of Feng Niang's skin and the simplicity of Nangong Yurou, Mu Ziyu smiled, and under the backdrop of that small beauty mole, it seemed to reveal a kind of charm from the bones, which made people think about it and shake their hearts.

Dongfang Mo shook his head, put aside his distracting thoughts, and asked why she was caught here.

Hearing this, Mu Ziyu told her story, naturally including the current situation of Taiyi Dao Palace.

After a full hour, Dongfang Mo came all the way to her and got a general understanding.

"I didn't expect Senior Sister to go through so much."

From her mouth, she finally learned that this time, the Taiyi Dao Palace was led by the evil elders of the Infant Transformation Realm, and the inner and outer disciples came out, mobilizing the forces of most of the palace gates, and there were 5,000 people marching into the blood clan.

However, the Taiyi Dao Palace started from the left road, not directly attacked from the front like the Brahmins and Gongsun families.

At the beginning, Mu Ziyu was arrested in the Acropolis of Futu City, a city called Cave City.

The Night Boy planted a Blood Clan spy, disguised himself as an Adult, and used a trick to lure her out. He did not hesitate to lose dozens of clansmen before he captured her alive.

It has been more than ten days since she was captured, and according to the current situation, the cave city should have been occupied long ago, and it is unknown where the palace gate has been hit now.

Next, Dongfang Mo also briefly talked about his experience, and Mu Ziyu grew up when he heard it.

Unexpectedly, these talented people were actually detained by the blood clan powerhouse from the Cave Heaven Blessed Land, and Dongfang Mo even experienced nine deaths and fled here.

Not caring about Mu Ziyu's surprise, Dongfang Mo continued:

"Senior sister, don't worry, as long as you can go down the mountain smoothly tomorrow, I will definitely find a way to take you back when the time comes."

"Well, thank you really this time."

The gratitude in Mu Ziyu's heart was from the heart, Dongfang Mo entered the palace gate, and could only say that he had taken a few pictures with her, but he didn't expect that he was willing to risk her life for her and save her from the hands of the monks of the blood clan's foundation building period.

Thinking of this, for some reason, suddenly she remembered the fragrant picture of passion with Dongfang Mo before.

Suddenly, his cheeks were hot, and he was about to drip red, so he could only deliberately turn around and pretend to be cultivating.

Dongfang Mo didn't pay attention to what she was thinking, but did not shy away from Mu Ziyu's existence, and took out Yin Yin and Chen Zhong's storage bags.

He first took Chen Zhong's storage bag in his hand, and under the encouragement of mana, he opened it easily.

Unlike the Terrans, most of the Blood Monks will place a layer of blood prohibition on the storage bag.

This kind of blood prohibition has the advantage that it has to be opened by yourself.

But there is also a disadvantage, if you die by yourself, that layer of blood prohibition will automatically dissipate, and at that time, the storage bag will be ownerless, even a monk who cultivates qi can easily open it.

After Chen Zhong's storage bag was opened, the things in it were extremely simple, except for tens of thousands of bloodstones, thousands of spirit stones, and some miscellaneous things, there were only Chen Zhong's two daggers with a ghostly light.

Dongfang Mo picked up the dagger and found that there was no forbidden array on it, so it didn't carry any magical powers, it should be Chen Zhong's natal weapon.

Seeing this, he put down the dagger and rummaged for a while, and then he lost interest, so he roughly sorted out these things and put them all into his storage bag.

Then he picked up the black storage bag of the Shadows.

It is worth mentioning that on the storage bag of the Yin Death, a layer of mysterious prohibitions has been added, and the prohibition is like a formation, if there is no corresponding way to break the formation, it cannot be opened.

But Dongfang Mo smiled when he saw this prohibition.

When he was with the soap-robed boy, he was always talking from the boy's mouth, although he could never find out his identity, but while the two were talking, the soap-robed boy told him a lot of other things.

This includes all kinds of prohibitions, as well as formations and the like, and even personally taught him how to seal the storage bag without using his divine sense, making it extremely difficult for the foundation building period monks to break it.

When he saw the layer of prohibition on the Yin Death Storage Bag, it happened to be the one that the soap-robed boy had taught him, and it seemed to have been simplified, and it couldn't be compared to what the boy had taught him.

So Dongfang Mo released the mana from his fingertips, turned it into a hairspring, and got into the ring on the storage bag, and after a short while, he heard a soft sound, and the ring trembled, and then regained his calm.

Seeing this, the corners of Dongfang Mo's mouth raised, so the mana was agitated, and all of them probed into it.

All of a sudden, the contents of the storage bag are dazzling.

All kinds of elixirs, jade bottles, magic weapons, and talismans.

It seems that a lot of them are obtained from the blessed land.

The first thing that caught his attention was a black piece of stone, the size of a fist.

Dongfang Mo picked up this object and found that it was warm and cool, soft and soft, and could be kneaded into any shape at will, not as hard as it looked, but like a lump of soft mud.

"What is this?"

He was very strange in his heart, he had never seen such a thing before.

After studying it for a while, I didn't know why, so I put it aside.

Instead, he took out a short stick, and a black bead.

These two are the same ritual tools used by the Yin Dead.

The short stick was an oil-paper umbrella, and according to his judgment, it was a high-level magic weapon.

He has been taught the weirdness of the oil-paper umbrella, which makes him extremely excited, but the magic weapon is now damaged, especially on the umbrella surface, there are dozens of small holes, and he doesn't know how to refine the weapon, so it is naturally impossible to repair it.

As for the bead, Yin Di was able to take it into his body, and it should be his natal weapon. But now there is also a crack in the bead, which is obviously broken.

In that case, he couldn't use either of them, and shook his head.

He continued to rummage for a while, and to his disappointment, although there were many magic weapons, none of them were high-level, not even the wood attribute mid-level magic weapons that he could use.

"It seems that as long as the cultivation is profound, most people will sacrifice their natal magic weapons, rather than continuing to rely on high-level magic weapons."

From the beginning, when Nangong Yurou and the others were still practicing the sixth and seventh orders of qi, they had already begun to cultivate their own natal magic weapons, and it could be seen that these people had already had a long-term vision.

The natal magic weapon is completely compatible with one's own bloodline and spiritual root attributes, and it can continue to advance with the improvement of cultivation, and eventually surpass the high-level magic weapon, and even reach the level of the magic weapon, so as long as the conditions for being able to sacrifice the natal magic weapon are met, most people will choose to do so.

"It seems that I also have to think about my natal weapon."

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo couldn't help but touch his chin.

The immortal root suddenly appeared in his heart, and the "Three Stone Techniques" obtained in the cave heaven blessed land, it seems that both of these are good choices.

However, in the current situation, he naturally did not have the time and energy, so he suppressed his thoughts for the time being. Rummaging through some clutter again.

It wasn't until a quarter and a quarter later that he finally found a clamp one foot long and three inches wide.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo picked it up with a somewhat solemn expression.

It was found that the wood should be a thousand-year-old ironwood.

So I pulled the clasp and tried to open it.

"Kata!"

Surprisingly, it didn't take much effort for him to pop the lid.

I saw two things lying quietly in the clip.

A book of animal skins, and a piece of jade.

Dongfang Mo's eyes narrowed, and he first picked up the jade slip and slowly pasted it on his forehead.

Suddenly, four words came to his mind.

"The way to breed insects!"