Dongfang Mo took off the gourd on his waist and put it in front of him and measured it carefully. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and among the yellow gourds, it is naturally the mutant spirit insect Demon Sand that fell into a deep sleep a few years ago.

Back then, these insects devoured the two spirit worms of the dwarf old man, as well as a small piece of spiritual material, and since then they have fallen into a deep sleep, but they did not expect to wake up at such a critical moment today.

Dongfang Mo's mood now is like the gourd in his hand, trembling with excitement. These spirit insects were able to devour the Ning Dan Realm cultivators back then, and now that they had successfully advanced, Dongfang Mo was eager to try their power.

And at this moment, not far away, Wu Mo looked at Dongfang Mo's strange behavior, and there was a trace of resentment in his eyes, and then this resentment turned into ferocity.

"Drink!"

Under the new hatred and old hatred, I only heard him shout, the tiger's body shook, and the blood light emitted from his body squirmed, rolling into a viscous blood mist, rolling towards him.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Moqu flicked his fingers, and with a "wave", the gourd plug was bounced open.

"Whew!"

In just this moment, a powerful suction force suddenly came from the gourd. Seeing the blood mist shrouded in him, he trembled violently, and then stirred, turning into a tornado, sweeping towards the mouth of the gourd. It only takes a few breaths and it is sucked clean.

At this point, the gourd in his hand trembled even more.

Seeing that Dongfang Mo's footsteps had not moved for half a minute, he easily resolved his technique, Wu Ji stretched out his arm, his palm was flat, his palm was upward, and small blood beads were peeled off from his palm with a shake.

These blood beads exuded a violently corrosive force. At this point, Wu Mao's five fingers clenched, grabbed these blood beads in the palm of his hand, and waved his arm abruptly.

"Woo Woo ......"

I saw that these blood beads were all shot towards Dongfang Ink.

Even in the distance, Dongfang Mo smelled a pungent smell.

However, before he could move, the gourd in his hand trembled again. At the same time, the suction power from the mouth of the gourd increased greatly, and the blood beads that shot out were originally shooting towards his body, but they seemed to be pulled and submerged into the mouth of the gourd.

And the yellow gourd changed from trembling to shaking because of the submersion of these blood beads, as if there was some living creature in it.

Seeing this scene, Wu Mao's face finally changed, and he looked at the gourd in Dongfang Mo's hand, revealing a look of jealousy.

Dongfang Mo Ze's eyes were full of light, and he knew that after these spirit insects woke up, they needed to replenish a huge amount of qi and blood. As a blood path monk, the blood path spell he cast was not only useless to the demon sand after awakening, but also had a strong attraction.

"Humph!"

Wu Ji was in the shape of a flower and stood in the air. Then he reached out and pulled out a strange-shaped dendrobium from his waist, and injected mana into it.

"gurgling, gurgling!"

I saw a black liquid gushing out of the dendrobium, and under Dongfang Mo's uncertain look, it turned into a collapsing black river.

"Boom!"

The black river, which was more than ten feet wide, let out a violent roar and rolled towards him. If you look closely, there are still a lot of white bones in the river, as well as some decomposing corpses.

Before the black river approached, a terrifying oppression emanated, and the air around Dongfang Mo became viscous, making it difficult for him to move.

Just when the monstrous black river rose into the sky, smashed down, and was about to submerge his whole person, the trembling gourd in his hand was stunned.

"Whew!"

A pale red scarlet wind blew out of the mouth of the gourd and crashed into the black river that smashed head-on.

Suddenly, a strange scene happened.

The two clashed, and did not make the expected monstrous noise. But after the big black river collided with it, it disappeared.

Yes, it's gone. Whether it was the corrosive smell of the river, or the white bones and the rotting corpses in the river, they were all gone, as if swallowed by the fishy wind.

"What is this?"

Standing in the air, looking at the river of refining corpses triggered by his natal magic weapon at this time, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without even a trace of ripples. He finally couldn't keep his composure, and his eyes were full of shock.

As for Dongfang Mo, looking at the fishy wind blowing in front of him, his eyes flashed with light, and his breathing became short.

Because of the connection between his minds, he could see that this fishy wind was composed of tiny insects. These insects resemble ladybugs, but they are a third smaller than the magic sand that could be condensed into a liquid in the first place.

What surprised Dongfang Mo even more was that these insects were now much faster, and their ability to devour them made him feel terrifying. At the beginning, even if it was to nibble away at a foundation building stage monk, it was as slow as the naked eye. Now he can breathe and swallow the entire black river, which is enough to see the difference.

The fierce light flashed in Wu Yu's eyes, and he saw him stretch out his hand to pinch the trick, and there were words in his mouth, and after a while, he burst into his mouth: "Get up!" ”

"Whew!"

As his words fell, the mighty black river rose into the sky and turned into a fierce dragon.

The dragon is vivid, and even the scales on its body can be seen clearly.

Under the control of Wu Ji, the dragon roared in the sky, and then opened its teeth and claws, and rushed down towards Dongfang Mo, who was as small as an ant. It was still in the air, and it opened its bloody mouth.

"Whew!"

However, at this moment, the reddish fishy wind in front of Dongfang Mo suddenly swirled, centering on him, forming a huge vortex.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the dragon, which was dozens of feet long, crashed into the whirlpool.

Under Wu Yao's shocked look, the vortex was like a bottomless pit, and with only three or five breaths, it actually swallowed all the dragons condensed by the Refining Corpse River, and then disappeared.

"Wow!"

The noon man, who was still in the air, suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"How is that possible!"

I saw that his face was full of disbelief, and he could clearly feel that his corpse refining river had completely lost contact with his mind. Needless to say, it was ruined by Dongfang Mo.

You must know that even in the face of ordinary Ning Dan Realm cultivators, this thing can be shaken hard without falling behind. Unexpectedly, it was just a photo, and it was destroyed by Dongfang Mo.

"Buzz!"

Just as his heart was severely damaged, in the vortex that devoured the Refining Corpse River, there was a muffled sound of insects.

Dongfang Mo subconsciously stretched out his palm, and the vortex suddenly shrank, swept towards him, and finally suspended in his palm, which looked extremely strange.

However, the whirlpool in his palm emitted a resounding insect chirp, and these insects were extremely excited because they had devoured the river of refining corpses at noon.

"Ahh If you dare to destroy my magic weapon, Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

Wu Mu was furious, he used tens of thousands of talents to refine the natal magic weapon, which consumed a lot of his energy and hard work, and now it was destroyed by Dongfang Mo's hands, how could he be willing.

At this time, under his loud shout, his body suddenly swelled wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a ball that was about to burst. Under Dongfang Mo's surprised gaze, with a final "bang", it exploded into a rain of blood.

Immediately, the bean-sized downpour of blood fell cracklingly.

Perhaps it was because he felt an unprecedented astonishing blood aura, and the magic sand in Dongfang Mo's palm was instantly attracted.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the whirlpool exploded at a lightning speed, forming a raging wind that blew all over the sky.

"Hula......"

Wherever the wind passed, all the blood rain disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, Dongfang Mo's surroundings became empty.

"Ahh

In the void, there was a terrible scream. Immediately, all the blood rain seemed to be guided, and suddenly condensed into the air, and finally turned into a wriggling ball of humanoid blood.

If you look closely, you can see from the outline that it is exactly what the noon looks like.

At this time, Wu Mu's blurred eyes looked at Dongfang Mo, as if he was extremely unwilling and resentful, and then with a "sigh", he galloped towards the distance, looking like he was going to escape.

However, he didn't realize that the wind around him had once again turned into a huge whirlpool, and faintly enveloped him.

Wu Ji had just galloped dozens of feet before he crashed into the edge of the whirlpool. With a scream, he immediately shot backwards and galloped away in another direction.

But not long after, another scream came, and Wu Mao's figure turned back again.

Dongfang Mo's mind moved, and the vortex that trapped him suddenly began to shrink, and in the blink of an eye, it shrank from dozens of zhang to several zhang.

At this moment, all you can see is a wriggling stream of blood, and every time it hits the edge of the whirlpool, it will bounce back like an electric shock, scurrying around in the whirlpool.

"Ah, let me go, the grievances will be written off."

At this time, Wu Ji understood that he was not Dongfang Mo's opponent at all. Especially the vortex controlled by Dongfang Mo is clearly composed of insects. These insects are extremely eager for his own powerful qi and blood, and have a natural restraint on him.

Dongfang Mo stood in place from beginning to end, ignoring Wu Ji's words.

"Ah......h

Under the continuous screams, the vortex continued to contract, and the blood scurrying in it slowly became smaller.

"Since you have driven Lao Tzu to a dead end, then you don't want to live."

Wu Ji's unwilling voice suddenly came, and then the blood wriggled and turned into his appearance again, but it was extremely illusory.

"The thief is here—"

I don't know what kind of sound wave technique was used, but I saw him suddenly open his mouth and let out an earth-shattering roar. The sound of rolling and exploding swept out in a circle, and the surrounding flowers and trees were blown backwards.

"Buzz!"

After this blow, immediately after, Wu Ji's figure was completely submerged by the demon sand.

After about ten breaths, Dongfang Mo's mind moved, and the magic sand swept towards him, and finally turned into a small whirlpool, suspended in his palm. And in the original place, there is no longer the figure of Wu Mao.

From the appearance of noon to the time he was swallowed by the magic sand, it was only a short time before and after, and Dongfang Mo did not move during this period.

Looking at the vortex in his hand, his heart was even more ecstatic.

However, he also understood that because Wu Mo was a Blood Dao cultivator, his body was extremely powerful, so he could arouse the ferocity of the Demon Sha even more. Moreover, what he had just cast was the blood path technique of the great supernatural powers, so the magic sand could easily devour him.

If it is replaced by another person with the same strength as Wu Yan, even if he is defeated, he will not be so vulnerable.

But even so, this time the advancement of the magic sand also gave him a big surprise.

"Hmm!"

And just when Dongfang Mo couldn't let go of the magic sand in his hand, his face suddenly turned pale, and at the same time, a trace of dizziness appeared in his mind.

"Buzz!"

The whirlpool in his hand suddenly collapsed, emitting a shocking insect roar, blowing towards him.

"Damn it!"

Dongfang Mo bit the tip of his tongue, and the severe pain made him sober up. He remembered that after these insects advanced, their strength would increase greatly, and he needed to refine them many times with the method of blood refining, otherwise it would be difficult to control and easy to be counterattacked.

So he raised the gourd in his hand, and poured all the mana into it, and the magic sand was finally staggered by him.

Dongfang Mo's eyes were quick, he reached out and bit his fingertips, and after dripping more than ten drops of essence blood into it, he hurriedly covered the gourd stopper, and then sat down cross-legged, constantly waving his hand, and played a magic decision at the gourd in front of him.

It took him a quarter of an hour before he slowly collected the exercises. He was already short of qi and blood, and now his breath is even weaker. After recuperating in the same place for another half an hour, he opened his eyes.

However, at this time, his brows were tightly furrowed, because the magic sand in the gourd was still extremely violent, obviously these insects also needed a strong supply of essence blood, and it was not enough to just devour a noon.

So he looked up in the direction of the top of the mountain, and there was a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"It's been so long, and no one has come!"

But the breath only lasted for a moment, and the corners of his mouth lifted.

The palm of his hand stretched out in the air, put away the storage bag and a dendrobium at noon, and stood up with both hands behind his back.