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Dongfang Mo was blown by the storm, and his robe made a strange noise, but his figure stood in mid-air, as if it had taken root.

Just after the black rain stone exploded, his eyes flickered, and he looked at a figure that fell sharply towards the earth.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the figure slammed into the ground.

If you look closely, this person is a girl of the Snow Eagle Clan.

At this time, her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth were full of blood. But Dongfang Mo imagined that the scene where this woman's delicate body should be broken did not appear.

And he swept his consciousness and found that there was still a faint breath in this woman's body.

"He's not dead!"

His gaze froze, and then his figure fell.

At this time, although his internal breath was turbulent and he was not lightly injured, he still walked forward with firm steps.

When he came to the Snow Eagle Clan's maiden, he stopped.

At this time, he saw that there was a scorched black mark on the woman's face, although it was not disfigured, but it looked extremely embarrassed.

And the poisonous spots the size of fingernails are all over her skin, which makes people shudder.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the magic sand that had been lifted off by the Heavenly Thunder Son after the self-explosion suddenly gathered, and then rushed towards this woman.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo was just stunned, then took off the cloth bag on his waist and waved it immediately. In the next breath, the magic sand that rushed towards this woman disappeared.

After hanging the cloth bag around his waist, looking at the woman who was seriously injured to the point of coma, there was a rich murderous flash in Dongfang Mo's eyes.

With a twitch of his fingers, a vine came out, curled up the delicate woman's body, and brought it to him. Then he stretched out his right hand and covered the woman's heavenly spirit with his five fingers.

Dongfang Mo mana agitated, and the palm of the demon suppression diagram appeared, and he wanted to directly suck this woman's weak soul into the demon suppression diagram.

But the boxy demon suppression map had just emerged, and he made a pause, and the ghost made a miracle stop.

Dongfang Mo's expression was calm, as if he was thinking about something. After a few moments, a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"It's really cheap to kill you like this." I just heard him say as if he was talking to himself.

After the words fell, he reached out and grabbed it from his waist and took out a finger-thick, golden rope. With a wave of his hand, the rope rushed in and out like a snake.

Under Dongfang Mo's delicate control, the rope began to lengthen, and then the woman was wound around from her ankles to her chest.

The rope was also extremely weird, and after winding this woman, the already weak mana fluctuations on her body were extinguished in an instant.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo sneered.

This golden rope was the immortal rope he had obtained from the Blood Demon Palace, and he thought that the white-haired woman Blood Lotus was still extremely hot about this thing.

However, after obtaining this thing over the years, this thing is the same as that strange blade, and with his cultivation, he can't refine and urge it at all. It wasn't until he broke through to the Infant Transformation Realm that the bundle of immortal ropes came into use.

The bundle of immortal ropes has a very special effect, that is, the person who is bound, the mana on his body will be imprisoned and cannot be mobilized in the slightest. At some point, it's a lot of fun.

After tying up the Snow Eagle Clan girl, Dongfang Mo reached out and recalled the strange blade. Then the spell pinched, and the black rain stones scattered everywhere slowly floated up, and then condensed into a cloud of black liquid, burrowing into his cuffs.

At this moment, the little white monkey, who was scorched black, also carried an awl to him with great difficulty.

Dongfang Mo stretched out his hand and sucked the awl magic weapon of the Snow Eagle Clan girl.

It was only when the awl was in his hands that his palm sank down slightly. Unexpectedly, this thing weighed thousands of catties, no wonder that when the mana was infused before, it could trigger his injuries with one blow.

Glancing at it, he flipped it over and put it away, just to study it later.

At this time, his eyes narrowed, and his gaze began to scan. And his eyebrows and his mind probed, spreading towards his surroundings, and began to carefully examine every inch of the earth.

It's just that after he scanned back and forth a dozen times, he still didn't find anything.

So Dongfang Mo's expression sank, and he looked at the panting white monkey and said, "Look for it, there should be a box here."

But hearing his words, the little white monkey clasped his hands on his chest, wagged his tail behind his back, and stared at him with his head held high and his nostrils. A picture that has nothing to do with itself and hangs high.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's expression twitched, and he remembered the promise he had made to this beast before.

He reached out and took out a wooden box from his waist, and under the beast's fiery gaze, he opened the wooden box, revealing one of the strange small trees.

This thing is the Seven Wonderful Tree.

"Whoosh!"

The little white monkey broke through the air and pounced directly on the Qimiao tree, and the strange smell emitted by the tree began to absorb it frantically, and there was an inextricable intoxication in his eyes.

And in this process, Dongfang Mo strangely found that the blackened hair on the beast's body fell off on its own, and a new set of silver-white hair grew, which took on a new look in the blink of an eye.

I don't know if it's because the beast's resilience is already amazing, or if it's the result of absorbing the breath of the Seven Wonderful Trees.

Dongfang Mo looked at it in amazement for a while, and after a short while, he dragged the beast down from the Qimiao Tree, and then closed the lid of the wooden box and put it in his storage bag.

"Okay, I promised you what I wanted, find the box, and Xiaodao can suck it for you again."

The little white monkey was comfortably absorbing the breath of the Qimiao Tree, but was suddenly interrupted by Dongfang Mo, and was looking at him angrily at this time.

But after hearing his words, the beast's eyes flashed, and after its eyes rolled, its figure began to wander around, looking for something.

Next, it took the beast two hours, and finally found a broken chest that had been covered by the Snow Eagle Clan girl with a black cloth that could hide her breath.

Dongfang Mo came to the box with the Tuxing Flag in his hand, and was naturally overjoyed when he saw this.

Then without hesitation, with a wave of his hand, he lifted up with a lot of energy, and he was about to open the box directly.

But then he found that although the box seemed to be broken on the surface, the inner layer of prohibition was intact, and it was not something he could easily break.

If he had won all of his strength, he would have tried to open it with force, but now that he was injured, he gave up on this plan.

"Humph!"

And at this moment, a cold snort of some anger came from his mouth.

It's just because he remembered that after collecting the soul of the Silver Thunder Clan monk into the Demon Suppression Diagram a few days ago, he didn't know what means this person used, and his Divine Soul was in the Demon Suppression Diagram, and he unknowingly dissolved it on its own.

Dongfang Mo was surprised, but also extremely angry.

Because this made his premeditation to find out the news from his mouth directly failed, otherwise he would not be helpless against a box now.

And this is also one of the reasons why he temporarily left the life of the Snow Eagle Clan girl just now.

Anyway, this woman has already fallen into his hands, and it is not up to him to kill or chop up.

Otherwise, when this goddess soul is extracted, the same thing will happen to the Silver Thunder Clan monk, and it will be a bit more than worth the loss.

After coming back to his senses, since this thing could not be opened for the time being, Dongfang Mo was ready to put it in the storage bag first and take it away.

However, under his volume, he found that the box was indifferent.

He wasn't too surprised by this, because it was something he had expected before.

After thinking for a moment, he reached out and grabbed the box with his large hand, and then tugged hard.

It's just that he didn't use his mana, and under this grasp, he was dragged by the box and almost fell down.

"Goo Goo ......"

The little white monkey on the side of this scene pointed at him and laughed.

Dongfang Mo's body easily stood firm in a flash, but he didn't expect this thing to be extremely heavy.

Then he glared back at the little white monkey, and the beast immediately covered its mouth, and then its eyes were aimed at the top of its head, and the old god was there.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo snorted coldly, he bowed down, stretched out his hands, and the strength of his body was all agitated, and he finally picked up the box with a low shout. Then he carried it on his shoulder, waved the earth flag, and headed towards the top of his head.

After returning to the ground, his free left hand stretched out and took a breath, stopping his waist and holding the Snow Eagle Clan girl under his arm, and then looked in the direction, and his figure was a flower, and he swept straight towards a certain place.

……

Ten days later, on a nameless mountain in the land of the blood clan, in a cave that was temporarily carved out.

Dongfang Mo was sitting cross-legged, breathing quietly.

After a long time, he let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.

After these few days of pranayama, he barely managed to suppress and stabilize the injuries in his body. However, the few cracks on the Yuan Ying have always healed extremely slowly. In his opinion, if you want to let Yuanying heal on its own, I am afraid it will take fifty or sixty years.

And during this period, he couldn't use his mana violently, otherwise his Yuan Infant might explode directly.

At that time, he was afraid that it was not as simple as cultivating and falling to the Ning Dan Realm.

After groaning for more than half an hour, he raised his head with a somewhat gloomy face and looked ahead.

I saw that a few feet in front of him, there was a cross, and on the crosspost there was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, bound by a golden rope with her hands stretched out and her legs together.