Before the plasma arrived, the strong fishy smell made Dongfang Mo dizzy, his chest tight, and he felt like vomiting. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fortunately, he bit the tip of his tongue and easily woke up from that feeling of dizziness.

He didn't know why the strong man in front of him would show him such a resentful and hateful gaze, as if he and this person had a hatred for killing his son and taking his wife.

But seeing the blood rolling in, he is not the one who sits and waits to die.

"Boom......"

With a move in his mind, the Black Rain Stone suddenly turned back from mid-air, and all of the last ones hit into the tumbling plasma.

When the black rain stone submerged into it, it stirred violently, causing the plasma to collapse instantly.

However, Dongfang Mo didn't have time to rejoice, only to see the collapsed plasma stunted, and then condensed again. Finally, a rushing river of blood was formed, which continued to engulf him.

This technique of turning itself into a blood-colored river is one of the blood refining techniques of the blood clan. The power of this technique is extremely great, and the supernatural power is even more strange and abnormal.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo took out a yellow gourd from the storage bag on his waist without thinking.

The yellow gourd began to swell when he held it in his hand, and finally turned into a three-foot length. After Dongfang Mo popped the gourd plug away, he held the object horizontally in front of his chest, aimed at the rushing river of blood, and injected mana catharsis into it.

"Gollum!"

A large area of blood-stained qi gushed out, and instantly bombarded the river of blood that was still two feet away from him.

The moment the two touched, the river of blood began to melt at a terrifying speed.

"Ahh

After a scream, I saw the blood-colored river explode back faster than when it came.

And under the wriggling in mid-air, he formed the appearance of a big man with a short hexagram.

However, at this time, he was covered with scars, all traces of corrosion, and there were still clanging sounds in many places.

"What is this?" The short hexagram big man looked at the bloody qi spewed out by the yellow gourd, his face was full of horror, he didn't expect that these bloody qi were so vicious, they could completely restrain him.

"Boom ......"

Just as he was in a state of shock, the light shield formed by the Spirit Gathering Array not far away shook wildly, and it was obvious that the woman in white and the blood lotus were fighting fiercely.

"Wu Tu, pester that kid!"

Seeing the overwhelmed appearance of the light curtain, the old man of the dry cliff and the middle-aged man looked happy, and the mana in their bodies was agitated, and they desperately injected it into the ancient mirror in their hands. And under the illumination of the red pillar of light inspired by the ancient mirror, the light mask trembled more and more.

"Afternoon Tu?" Dongfang Mo was stunned for a moment, feeling that this name was somewhat familiar.

When he recalled it for a moment, his expression couldn't help but change slightly. Because he suddenly remembered that in the Temple of Heaven Mountain Range, there was not even a slag left after being swallowed by the demon sand.

Wu Ji is a monk of the Western Regions Blood Clan, and this person's father seems to be called Wu Tu.

No wonder the strong man in the short coat gave him a somewhat familiar feeling before, but because of this fierce appearance, it was five or six points similar to the noon of the year.

Thinking of this, he also immediately reacted, why this person showed that kind of hateful gaze when he saw him. Most of the time it was this person who used some method to know that Wu Ji died in his own hands.

Back then, when he was looking through the Blood Clan's magic in the Blood Demon Palace, he had seen a secret technique, which could tell whether there was the breath of a person he was familiar with from the evil qi on a person's body.

I think it was this method that the strong man in the short coat used this method to know that Wu Ji died in his own hands.

Dongfang Mo's mind turned, and he guessed the facts.

If it is calculated in this way, then this person and him really have a revenge for killing their son.

Turning his head to look at the trembling light mask, he didn't hesitate, and stomped into the sky. He raised the gourd in his hand in mid-air, and a stream of blood-stained qi spurted towards Wu Tu again.

Wu Tu had suffered the loss of this gourd magic weapon, and his body immediately shot backwards, dodging the blood-stained qi.

"Drink!"

When he landed in the distance, he let out a low roar, and saw that the red light on his body was soaring. With a thud, his body burned with a black flame of a height of a certain foot, enveloping his whole body.

Seeing that Wu Tu had made a defensive posture, Dongfang Mo held the gourd magic weapon in his arms, turned around suddenly, and then walked towards the old man and the middle-aged man. After aiming the mouth of the gourd at the two of them, a large thick stream of blood-stained qi erupted again.

The scene of the noon slaughter being corroded by these blood-stained qi was still vivid, and it was naturally impossible for the middle-aged man and the old man of the dry cliff to take it hard. The two of them flashed left and right in an extremely tacit understanding, and their figures rushed out to the sides. The thick blood-stained breath suddenly erupted into the air.

In this process, the two of them always aimed the ancient mirror in their hands at the light mask in front of them, so that the blood-colored light pillar shone on it, making the light mask precarious.

Looking at Wu Tu again, after the black flames all over his body soared, he reached out and took out a strangely shaped curved blade from his waist, grabbed it with his backhand and threw it towards Dongfang Mo.

"Whew!"

The curved blade slashed through an arc and struck towards Dongfang Mo from the right.

What's even more incredible is that when this thing was still a few feet away from Dongfang Mo, it suddenly disappeared.

"Huh?" Dongfang Mo frowned, at this moment, even his divine sense could not capture the trace of the curved blade.

Just when he was a little surprised, suddenly his ears twitched.

Then he turned around and looked at a void on the left, and then his arm was raised, and he fell down suddenly without thinking.

"Smack!"

The silver-white silk was firmly drawn on a curved blade that suddenly appeared and slashed towards him.

With this blow, the curved blade suddenly flew out.

However, it was still in mid-air, and the object suddenly split in two, turning into two slightly smaller curved blades.

And the two curved blades disappeared from Dongfang Mo's gaze and divine consciousness again.

Dongfang Mo frowned, he didn't want this magic weapon to be invisible, if it weren't for his ability to rely on his ears, he would definitely be in a hurry.

With his mind turning, he stretched out his hand and made a move in the distance, and the black rain stone suddenly shot back, drilled into his cuffs, and then formed an inner armor close to his body.

After all this, his ears fluttered again, listening carefully for any movement.

And the next moment, his expression moved, his body turned in a half circle on the spot, and the dust in his hand flicked it horizontally behind him. There was another "snap", and the silk whisk pulled a curved blade diagonally away.

After the curved blade was knocked away, Dongfang Mo's movement did not stop, but turned around abruptly and swept towards the place in front of him again.

"Smack!"

Another curved blade that struck the back of his head was also whipped out by him.

Not far away, Wu Tu's face was a little incredible, his set of magic weapons was made of black armor void crystal essence, which could avoid the detection of divine consciousness, and the attack was unguardable.

Dongfang Mo was able to find it once, maybe it was a coincidence, and he could see the whereabouts of the curved blade one after another, which made him a little unbelievable.

But then he let out a sinister laugh, and with a twitch of his fingers, a word came out of his mouth.

"Points!"

When his words fell, he saw that the two curved blades that had been split by Dongfang Mo were actually split into four and turned into four smaller curved blades.

Wu Tu stood in the distance at this time, pinching again and again, and his mouth was full of words. The yellow gourd in Dongfang Mo's hand could restrain him, and it was naturally impossible for him to get close to him.

And with his movements, the four curved blades flickered from the void and disappeared again.

Dongfang Mo's face sank, he put away the gourd in his hand, and then his ears trembled slightly.

At a certain moment, just after he heard a slight strange noise, his figure flickered and disappeared in a flash.

At the same time, four strangely shaped curved blades suddenly appeared where he disappeared and struck together with a series of crisp sounds.

If it weren't for Dongfang Mo's timely dodge, he would inevitably be seriously injured.

Wu Tu's pupils shrank, and Dongfang Mo could disappear under his nose, this kind of body was really a little weird.

And in the next moment, his expression changed greatly, and he looked up at the top of his head.

I saw that Dongfang Mo had already appeared above him at some point, and he slapped it angrily at his Heavenly Spirit.

In the palm of his hand, a boxy pattern also emerged.