"Tick ...... Tick ......"

Dongfang Mo listened attentively, and a strange voice came faintly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing that he looked indifferent, Xing Wu opened his mouth and said:

"What are you afraid of, in front of the Sprinkle family, God blocks and kills God, and Buddha blocks and kills Buddha."

Then Xing Wu didn't care at all, just bypassed him and walked forward.

"You idiot!"

Dongfang Mo scolded secretly in his heart, but he still followed closely behind, with a slightly vigilant expression.

When Xing Wu walked down the stone steps for about a hundred zhang, his footsteps paused at this time, and he was suddenly surprised:

"Hey, it's this person, how can he be lying here!"

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo frowned, so he walked forward, bypassing the obstruction of his burly body, only to see a corpse lying on the stone steps.

When I got closer, I saw that the corpse was none other than a short boy who had been taken away.

Seeing this, his expression was slightly startled, and he took a few steps forward again in order to take a closer look.

Dongfang Mo was originally vigilant about abnormalities, until he saw a thin mark on this person's neck, and the red blood was dripping down the stone steps, making a crisp sound of "ticking", that he confirmed that the short boy was indeed dead.

As for the strange sound I heard just now, it should be the sound of this person's blood dripping.

Leaning down, he looked closely at the cut in the young man's neck.

Dongfang Mo found that the incision was not rolled over, like a faint blood stain.

Therefore, he immediately judged that the person who caused this injury should be an extremely sharp magic weapon.

Thinking of this, a soft sword three feet long and two fingers wide, as thin as a cicada's wing, came to his mind.

And from the short boy's eyes before he died, he was full of calm, as if he didn't know that death was quietly coming. It is not difficult to see that the person who shot at him moves quickly, and his ability to hide his body is extremely extraordinary.

At this point, Dongfang Mo didn't have to guess to know that it must have been done by the girl in black.

"It's kind of interesting."

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

That day, the short boy was chased by him into the Blood Demon Temple, and then disappeared. He was so angry that he didn't want to be found dead today at the entrance to the sixth floor.

He put his hand on the man's neck and dipped the blood between his fingers.

It was found that the blood was already cold, and it was clear that the person had been dead for some time. According to his previous experience of stealing chickens and dogs, I am afraid that it will not be less than half a day, but it will not be more than a day, otherwise the blood will already coagulate.

Standing up, he shook his head.

When the formation blew itself up, he and the girl in black joined forces to support themselves in the hands of this person.

But when you enter the Sea of Necromantic Sands, the situation is completely reversed.

He was only worried that the little boy was hiding something from him, and that he really needed a guide, so he decided to keep him alive for the time being.

Unexpectedly, after escaping from him, the short boy still died in the hands of the girl in black, which was really a trick.

"How could this man die here?"

Xing Wu kicked the person's body with his foot and spoke.

"It should have been the assassin in black, leave him alone, let's go."

After speaking, Dongfang Mo continued to take the lead.

Xing Wu turned his head and glanced at this person's corpse again, and then he snorted coldly and walked towards the sixth floor.

In a short time, the two of them reached the bottom of the stone steps.

There were still rows of stone pillars and rows of torches around them, and the two of them were no strangers to them, and they continued to walk forward.

After a day or so, the fire in front of me finally brightened a little.

Seeing this, the two glanced at each other and understood that there should be something hidden on the sixth layer in front of them, but they didn't know what it was this time.

Just in case, Dongfang Mo took off the spear behind his back and held it tightly in his hand. The short boy had just been assassinated, although he was not afraid of the black-clothed girl who was imprisoned here, but it was better to be careful, after all, this woman's body was haunted, and he had to be on guard.

And in addition to that little girl's skin, there are probably four other blood clan leaders who are also in the Blood Demon Palace, and the further down they go, the closer they should be.

When the two of them walked hundreds of kilometers and turned a stone pillar, they looked ahead, and a look of surprise appeared on their faces almost at the same time.

There are cages in front of you.

These cages are boxy, more than ten zhang long and wide, and their entire body is made of a kind of black metal.

The arm-thick pillars stood up straight one by one, half a foot apart.

These pillars are also engraved with mysterious and abnormal runes, as well as patterns.

However, the runes and lines were completely dimmed, and there was no trace of aura.

The two approached the first cage and looked closely, revealing a dried corpse sitting cross-legged in the cage.

The corpse was in the form of a man, and he was a foot tall. The torso is shriveled, the hair is fluffy and burnt yellow, and the whole body is only skin and bones, and it is a dark red, and it has long been lifeless.

Its head was lowered, but its face could not be seen clearly, and its clothes were completely decayed.

Dongfang Mo's eyes rolled, and the next moment he suddenly put his hand into the cage and sucked it in.

"Whew!"

Under a strong suction, the dried corpse was about to be captured in the air.

But at the moment when the palm wind touched, I only heard a soft sound of "poof", and the dried corpse turned into powder and sprinkled down.

It turned out that this dried corpse didn't know how many years it had existed, and the essence of its body had long been lost.

Dongfang Mo originally wanted to see if he could find any clues or unexpected gains, but he didn't want this result.

So he shook his head and walked on.

When I walked to the second cage and looked inside, I saw that there was also a corpse inside.

The corpse was the size of a normal person, and it still looked like skin and bones all over its body.

Dongfang Mo sucked in the air, and the corpse turned into powder again.

So I continued to walk down with some disappointment. When they turned around a long time, they found that the cages were full of shriveled corpses of different sizes and shapes, without any exceptions.

But Dongfang Mo found a strange thing, that is, he didn't see any injuries on these corpses. So he guessed that the reason why these people died was probably because they were consumed by life without the supply of spiritual energy.

Although it seems reasonable on the surface, for some reason, he has another illusion in his heart. He felt that the real reason for the death of these people may not be as simple as he thought.

In the next few days, everywhere they passed, they were all ordinary cages.

Dongfang Mo tried many times to see if there were any treasures left on the dead people, but the result was without exception, these people were all alone, he was just wishful thinking.

So the two of them quickened their pace and went deeper.

To their surprise, the deeper they went, the smaller the cages became, and the larger they became. The cast prison pillar also changed from the previous arm thickness to the thigh thickness, and finally even the waist thickness.

Dongfang Mo was already witty, and immediately deduced that the monks imprisoned in it were probably gradually increasing in strength.

It's a pity that no matter how strong these people are, they are now just a shriveled corpse, no longer as brilliant as they used to be.

The two of them left for more than half a month.

Fortunately, Dongfang Mo has a lot of spirit grasses, although most of these spirit grasses don't have much essence, but after taking them, they will still replenish some physical strength, so that he will not feel tired.

……

At this time, on the seventh layer of the Blood Demon Temple, the four leaders of the Blood Clan were standing somewhere in the depths.

The four of them are located in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest, with their heads lowered and facing the center.

I saw that where the four people were looking, there was a protruding spherical jade.

The jade emitted a faint natural halo, enveloping the surrounding area of several zhang.

"Breaking seven prohibitions in a row, this is the last layer. Go on, Demon. ”

The black-robed figure at the head looked at the bald man with a bloody face and spoke.

"Hahaha, look at me."

I only heard the voice of the bald man urn.

After speaking, his sturdy figure flipped in the air, his head and feet upside down, and his body turned upside down.

"Boom!"

At the moment when he approached the spherical jade, his fists suddenly turned into afterimages.

The next moment, I heard a violent explosion.

It turned out to be his fist, and the raindrops generally fell on the jade, smashing the jade with a "bang" sound.

And his body, with the force of each punch falling, was suspended upside down in mid-air, which was extremely exaggerated.

Along the way, he has relied on his terrifying physical strength to break six layers of prohibitions in a row, and now as long as this layer is broken, then he will reach the destination of this trip.

Although the prohibition is stronger than the other, in his opinion, within three days, this prohibition will be broken by him.

Sure enough, it was only two days, and I only heard a crisp sound of "click", and the jade suddenly shattered.

The bald man jumped and fell aside.

At the same time, there was a continuous sound of "click".

At the place where the jade was broken, the surrounding stony ground suddenly slid up, revealing a hole several zhang in size, and in the middle of the hole was a downward stone staircase.

"Hahaha, let's go."

The black-robed figure had a bulging belly, laughed loudly, and then took the lead and walked down.

The other two followed, and the devouring green fell to the last position, and there was an imperceptible sneer in the eyes of the three people in front of him, and then he followed.

It wasn't until the four of them entered the eighth floor that they found that the end of the stone steps was blocked by a stone gate as high as a hundred feet.

The stone gate is simple and vicissitudes, and there is no carving or texture on it.

Judging from the momentum of the appearance alone, it is not difficult to deduce that this door is absolutely heavy and abnormal. And it was slammed shut, leaving only a small gap.

"Sure enough, this door is real."

The black-robed figure stood in front of the stone gate, and there was no trace of excitement in his tone.

However, his eyes narrowed without a trace, because he saw that there were three oval grooves in the gap of the stone door.

The groove, which seemed to have something embedded in it, was now vacant.

The corners of his mouth went up, revealing a smug look. Only then did he withdraw his gaze without a trace, so as not to attract the attention of others.

"Devouring Qing, it's time for you to make a move next."

However, the next moment, a low ventriloquist voice suddenly sounded.

The moment he heard this, his calm expression suddenly changed.