After the thunderstorm was led down, the old storyteller of the iQue Realm was killed. Under the strong recovery power www.biquge.info of the Dongfang Moling Root Mutation and the Dacheng Anode Body Forging Technique, after a day of adjustment, the cracked wounds on his body have healed, and the injuries in his body have also healed.

Only the essence blood he lost was not something that could be replenished in a short period of time. and on the body of the Yuan Infant sitting cross-legged in his dantian, those few thin cracks have not healed.

It stands to reason that if the infant is injured, it will be a regression in cultivation, and it will be a death and death.

But when he first became a Yuan Infant, Dongfang Mo used the Wood Spirit Dafa to compress his mana again and again, making his mana thick and reach a situation unimaginable to ordinary people. That's why he was able to form a mutated one-color primordial baby.

Perhaps it is also this reason, so after his Yuan Ying was injured and cracks appeared in his body, there was no sign of regression in his cultivation.

On the contrary, he can still perceive the primordial infant in his body, which is gradually healing itself, but the process is extremely slow.

Of course, although his injuries seemed to be fine now, he didn't dare to use his mana too much. Because in that case, he may make Yuan Ying more injured than injured, and maybe it will lead to some unimaginable serious consequences.

After Dongfang Mo prepared for this, he immediately found a place to completely heal his injuries, and then he would think about how to deal with the demon clan.

And a day ago, after the thunderstorm landed and killed the old storyteller directly, the valley that collapsed into ruins was also cleaned up by him.

Fortunately for him, the one-time single teleportation array was all arranged with precious materials, so those boulders fell without causing the slightest damage to them.

Therefore, his plan to trap and kill the demon clan's descending monks was not affected.

As for the storage bag he pulled out of the old storyteller's half-cut corpse before, he added several layers of prohibition to this thing, and then hid it in the Thousand Chassis.

Later, he found the broken body of the old storyteller in the rubble, and found a storage bag belonging to the old storyteller on the lower half of the body.

In this regard, Dongfang Mo was naturally surprised and delighted.

In his opinion, as an old storyteller of the Wandering Realm monk, there must be a lot of good things in the storage bag. Not to mention anything else, there should be a lot of magic weapons and spirit stones and the like.

However, when he was in high spirits and easily opened the storage bag, which was not equipped with any means and prohibitions, and could be easily opened by even Qi Refining Stage cultivators, he found that there were only some idle items in it, as well as a few silver taels used by mortals.

Other than that, there wasn't even a spirit stone.

Dongfang Mo's expression twitched wildly, and he began to rummage through those idle items one by one.

Eventually, he found the broken blade that he had taken away from the old storyteller. Later, a lifelike carving, coiled in several circles, resembling a sea python, was also found.

Except for these two things, the rest of the things are mortal things that can be found everywhere.

At this point, Dongfang Mo's face immediately became gloomy.

But he was not angry because he opened the storage bag and found nothing, but he guessed from the empty storage bag of the old storyteller that it should not be the old storyteller's deity who was killed by the thunderstorm.

He didn't believe in a dignified Wandering Realm monk, and he only had these things in his storage bag.

And at this time, he suddenly remembered that before the old storyteller was killed by thunder, he had told him to take good care of the storage bag for him, and now Dongfang Mo finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

Nine times out of ten, the old storyteller was a doppelganger.

At this time, he thought that if the old storyteller before was a clone, then most of his deities had cultivation above the Divine Journey Realm.

Because most of those spells that can refine clones can only be differentiated into clones that are one or even two orders lower than their own cultivation. I've never heard of it, there is an anti-heaven clone technique that can refine and cultivate as much as oneself.

Thinking that he had offended a character of this level, Dongfang Mo felt a little drumming in his heart.

"Goo Goo ......"

Just when his face was ugly, a white light suddenly flashed, and on his shoulder, there was a small white monkey the size of a palm.

Dongfang Mo's heart moved, and he finally came back to his senses. In any case, at least for now he is safe. As for the many troubles he will face in the future, he can't say that he will have to rely on that cheap ancestor.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the little monkey on his shoulder, and then his eyelids jumped.

A day ago, the monkey didn't know where to hide when he was fighting with the old storyteller, and it didn't dare to sneak back until the movement disappeared.

When he saw that Dongfang Mo was still alive, the eyes of this beast were full of incredulity.

But it also seems to be extremely tolerant, and after a short period of surprise, it accepts the fact that Dongfang Mo has solved the powerful boundless old storytelling.

Next, this beast naturally asked Dongfang Mo to return the "seed" that belonged to it.

In exchange, Dongfang Mo still ignored it.

This made the little white monkey extremely angry, and pointed at him and cursed him for a while. In the end, he threatened him that if he didn't hand over the "seed", he wouldn't return his strange blade.

However, Dongfang Mo still didn't care.

And just when this splashing monkey was already annoyed by him and was about to leave, Dongfang Mo's mind turned, took out a wooden box from the storage bag, and then opened the wooden box in front of the splashing monkey.

When he saw a small dry tree more than a foot tall with crimson lines lying in the wooden box, the beast's eyes widened, and a look of undisguised longing appeared on its face.

It's just that after Dongfang Mo gave it a look, he buttoned the wooden box and put away the small tree.

His actions were so impatient that this beast scratched its ears and cheeks, if it hadn't been able to beat Dongfang Mo, it would probably have robbed it. And since he saw the beaded little tree, the monkey has never left. What made Dongfang Mo even more speechless was that this monkey flattered and took the initiative to return his strange blade.

He originally had the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that the Qimiao tree, which had a great attraction to the demon clan, was also very tempting to this monkey. The unintentional move gave him a surprise.

Either way, as long as the beast is willing to be by his side, there is a chance that it will be subdued.

"This beast is also a strange beast, can't it?"

Just when Dongfang Mo was still surprised that the Seven Miao Tree could attract this splashing monkey, the bone teeth flying beside him at this time looked at the little white monkey and asked.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo nodded: "It should be." ”

"Tut-tut...... The Low Law Star Field sometimes has the benefits of the Low Law Star Field, for example, some things that are seriously constrained by the power of the Law often appear on the Low Law Star Field, but not necessarily in the High Law Star Field. Hearing his answer, Guya said in a rather sour tone.

"Oh? There is also this statement. Dongfang Mo was surprised.

In his opinion, no matter what it is, it should be more and better in the High Law Star Field. But according to the bones, it doesn't seem to be all the same.

"How many years have you only been practicing? There's a lot to learn. Bone Tooth scoffed.

"That's the same, for example, the Blue Demon Clan, Xiaodao really hasn't heard of it." And Dongfang Mo didn't care about his ridicule.

"The Blue Demon Clan, compared to the Human Race or the Demon Race, can only be regarded as a small race. However, although the number of this clan is small, they are full of masters, especially high-level monks, and each of them has great powers. Some of the magic powers of the Blue Demon Clan are even more weird, often making people unguardable. Bone Fang seemed to explain.

"I see." Dongfang Mo nodded, and the next moment he seemed to think of something, and then spoke: "By the way, you said before that even the people in their sect had been killed, who is their sect?"

"Their sect is the master of the Black Rain Stone magic weapon in your hand." After a moment of silence, Bone Tooth still said.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's face showed a little surprise.

Back then, on Peng Island, when he got the Black Rain Stone, Bone Fang said that this thing belonged to a powerful race, but he didn't expect that that group to be the sect of the Blue Demon Clan.

But he didn't mean to ask in detail, Guya, the old, likes to sell Guan Zi the most, and sometimes it is in vain to ask when he asks. If he wanted to say it, even if he gag his mouth, he would find a way to say it.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Dongfang Mo's palm was put into the cuff of his right hand again, and he subconsciously rubbed the three-foot black whip on his arm, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He pondered in his heart what this black whip called "Nightmare Tail", which could restrain the old storyteller of the Blue Demon Clan, was something.

It's just that he doesn't even know the bones and teeth, even if he wants to break his head, there will be no results.

Time flew by, and half an hour later, just as he was frowning and pondering, there was a sudden "poof" sound, and the thunder array he had arranged in front of him finally consumed its own power, and the formation collapsed.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's face showed a touch of ecstasy. I saw his figure appear on the hill in front of him.

Then he looked down at a fist-sized round bead placed on the platform in front of him.

The Blue Demon Clan and the Demon Clan, breaking through the Infant Realm, all condensed the mana into the shape of a "Dan" in the dantian. In the whole world, it seems that only the human race is the cultivation infant. Therefore, the round bead in the body of the old storyteller can also be called a demon pill.

Now the old storyteller's demon pill has been successfully refined into a heavenly thunder son by him.

Feeling a devastating force contained in the heavenly thunder in front of him, Dongfang Mo's eyes burst with light, and his heart trembled.

And the little white monkey on his shoulder, when he saw this heavenly thunder, made a "sigh" and fled hundreds of zhang away before he dared to stop. At this time, it looked nervously in the direction where Dongfang Mo was, obviously jealous of that heavenly thunder.

Dongfang Mo didn't have the heart to pay attention to this beast, at this time, his palm stretched out, emitting a soft suction, and carefully held the heavenly thunder in the palm of his hand.

After putting this thing in front of him, he saw that in the original blue demon pill, there was a small electric arc flickering from time to time, which was extremely magnificent, and the thing in his palm was like a peerless treasure.

After feeling it for a while, Dongfang Mo looked at the bone tooth and said, "Next, how can we completely shield the aura of this thing, so that it can be easily hidden under the formation." Otherwise, the fluctuation of this object is easy to detect. ”