Mo Liang saw the qi sword soar into the air and dissipate into the air. And there was the goblin between the cracks, which burst open, and there was not even a trace of blood.

The blow that made people disappear made him take a slow breath.

What is the mystery in the crack on the top of the mountain? His eyes flickered, curious and frightened. At this time, the Black Mountain was extremely silent, hundreds of powerful goblins, dying and fleeing, leaving only an empty mountain peak, and a faint smell of blood wafted in the air.

Mo Liang's gaze suddenly stopped, and he slowly turned around. He lifted his steps and quickly rushed to the top of the Black Mountain. Whether it was the blood of the great goblin or the amazing sword, he couldn't suppress the urge in his heart in this silence.

The crack has been sealed by the boulder, but fortunately, he already has the strength to enter the ink six products, five thousand catties of huge strength, and it is not a problem to move mountains and stones. After reaching the top, he glanced at it with a heavy gaze, and then exerted a lot of strength to carefully remove the boulder one by one.

A moment later, a narrow passage for one person appeared in front of him.

A straight beam of sunlight entered, and Mo Liang seemed to be able to see a white figure, sitting cross-legged. His body immediately stiffened and he didn't dare to move. There is no need to ask, this person must be the owner of the qi sword, and he, like the third prince, immediately felt a chill in his heart.

Standing for a while, the white figure was motionless. Such a strong person, even if he sits quietly, has an incomparable deterrent.

"Senior!" Mo Liang called softly.

No one answered, Mo Liang gritted his teeth slightly, clenched his fists, "Senior, I'm down!" As the words fell, he jumped straight down the hole.

settled, he immediately stared at the white figure, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at it intently.

"Senpai?"

He asked again, a faint echo in the closed cavern on all sides. Gradually, Mo Liang's beating heart calmed down.

"He's dead!"

With a heart in his stomach, he took a long breath and looked around.

There are hard rock walls on all sides, and there are dark black blood stains, exuding a bloody demonic aura like the mountainside of Black Mountain. And in the corner of the cave, there is a soft limb that seems to be a snake's tail, curled up, and the demonic energy on it is even stronger, making people suffocate.

"This is the blood of the great goblin that makes the goblins crazy?" Mo Liang muttered in his heart, and walked forward slowly.

Cautiously reaching out to touch the soft limb, which was about half a foot long, the tentacle was a hard, scaly skin that was extremely cold. At both ends, there is a pointed tail at one end and a smooth section at the other, which appears to have been cut off by extremely sharp objects.

"What kind of goblin blood is this! It's just a stump of a big demon. It's just that this demonic aura is so strong that the hearts of the goblins are blinded. Mo Liang sighed slightly, a little disappointed.

But then he was relieved and slowly lifted the limp up.

The stump appears to be the severed tail of a snake...... Could it be that the big demon is a snake demon? Mo Liang secretly doubted, but he was not sure, because in his opinion, the thing in his hand seemed to be different from the snake, and its scales were so hard that they were probably not inferior to dragon scales.

The slight smell of blood between his snorts made Mo Liang's gaze move to the section at one end. Although it was so divided, the blood in this stump remained insignificant, making it faintly active. "I wonder if this blood that isn't essence blood can have the effect of driving goblins crazy......" he muttered, and the ghost envoy stretched out his hand, and the stabbing intent rose, revealing the devouring suction towards the section.

A drop of blood immediately broke away from the stump and fell into Mo Liang's palm, seeping into it like a drop of sand.

And with the entry of this drop of blood into the body, it is not like devouring the demon element, the yuan force merges into the meridians. Instead, the blood droplets were transformed into a faint blood qi, and the wisps were integrated into Mo Liang's body, muscles, muscles, internal organs, and even the inner walls of the meridians.

The energy of the blood droplets was not much, so much so that it dissipated without a trace when Mo Liang had just felt a slight change.

But even so, Mo Liang was struck by lightning and stood on the spot.

"This 'Devouring Flower' is not only capable of devouring the Demon Yuan, but even the blood of this goblin can also devour !!."

"Moreover, by devouring the blood of the elves, I can increase the strength of my body!" For a moment, he already felt as if his body was stronger, and the flexibility of his meridians was a little higher. This is not a significant increase, but it represents a possibility. "If I devour more and stronger demon blood, will my meridians be able to withstand the explosion of indulgence?"

His eyes gradually lit up, and the blood brushed through his body under the beating of his heart, making his body a little hot.

As his strength grows stronger and stronger, one day, perhaps a slight outburst of indulgence will completely burst his meridians. On that day, the indulgence trick would destroy everything for him, but now, he found a possibility to manipulate the indulgence trick at will.

A guy who can burst out with double strength anytime and anywhere...... It's scary to think about!

He devoured the remaining blood on the stump with a rapid pace, less than twenty drops, which did little to improve him, but he was satisfied. This was just the beginning, and he believed that one day he would devour enough Great Demon Blood, and even Great Demon Blood, to become even stronger.

Putting down the somewhat withered stump in his hand, Mo Liang slowly turned his body and looked at the white-clothed swordsman.

The swordsman sat cross-legged, his long black hair scattered casually, his face was calm, and for some reason, Mo Liang seemed to see a trace of regret in his expression. He has no breath at all, but he still has a faint majesty on his body, revealing the bearing of a strong man before his death, which makes people feel awe.

Around his waist, a purple-black round wooden plaque was fastened, and a silver-white pocket with gold threads embedded in it. Outside, there is a white and neat white dress.

Mo Liang looked reverent and bowed deeply to the swordsman. Such a strong person, killing the big demon, is a hero-like figure, like the Mahatma, it is worth worshipping. Saying forgiveness, Mo Liang stepped forward and took off the wooden sign and pocket from his waist.

If you look closely, the circular wooden plaque has vertical and horizontal lines, with both sides of the front and back. One side is engraved with the word "palace", and the other side is engraved with the word "hao". "Gong Hao?" Mo Liang muttered slightly, what seemed to be a person's name.

Look at the pockets again. The pocket was not big, only enough for one hand to reach into, but when Mo Liang reached in and groped, he was suddenly startled. In this small pocket, there is a different world, and in the rubbing room, it seems to feel a space the size of a cabinet, presented in my mind.

"Na bag!" Mo Liang was stunned.

The bag is a high-end ornament with a space circle, and the price is expensive. In the past, Mo Liang had only heard of it from the mouths of his elders, and although it could not improve his strength, it was a symbol of identity and strength. With it, it is much more convenient for martial artists to practice. Every time Mo Liang heard about it, he couldn't help but crave one, but he didn't have a chance.

I didn't expect to see it here.

Reaching into the space of the bag, it was almost empty, except for a few ordinary sets of clothes and a small sword.

This little sword immediately attracted Mo Liang's attention. For such a powerful swordsman, the only sword he carried on his body, the preciousness of it can be imagined. Taking it out, Mo Liang looked at it intently.

The length of the small sword is about two and a half feet, the hilt is short and the blade is wide, the sword color is dull and dark, and it is cold to the hand, and I don't know what material it is made of hard metal. The body of the sword is not smooth and sharp, but has a protrusion of the Dao, and a different kind of ghostly light emanates from it, which looks slightly dull and clumsy.

Looking at the bulge, with an inexplicable rhythm rule, Mo Liang's heart was slightly shocked, and he suddenly remembered the lines carved by the formation master on the wooden board in the array stone shop.

"This sword has a formation tattoo on it, but I don't know what it is?" he muttered softly, puzzled. I can only put away the little sword, leaving my doubts and going back to Beicun to solve it.

The cave buried by the boulder at the top of the mountain is not large, and it can be seen after a little search. Mo Liang put away the wooden card and pocket together, bowed down to the white-clothed swordsman again, and said, "Senior, you have chased the demon so far, and you have no choice but to fall. Although my strength is weak, I will not let you be alone in the wilderness and eaten by wild beasts. Rest assured, I will return your belongings to your family in their original form. Here, please ask your seniors to accompany this green mountain and green field, and sleep in peace!"

After speaking, he bowed down again, and it was the third time.

When he looked up at the white-clothed swordsman again, it seemed that he felt peace in him. Maybe after he dies, there will be a spirit!

Mo Liang straightened his clothes slightly, straightened the totem pole behind him, and walked solemnly and uprightly towards the white-clothed swordsman. Then, with both hands, he lifted his body up and walked towards the entrance of the cave. Here, there is the breath of a mysterious demon, so as not to be disturbed by the goblins, it is not a place to sleep.

Leaping forward, Mo Liang jumped out of the stone cave on the top of the Black Mountain with the white-clothed swordsman.

Under the sun, the white-clothed swordsman's upright eyebrows revealed that he was handsome, but unfortunately he was already a dead soul. Between his neck, there were rows of moire tattoos, which Mo Liang secretly remembered in his heart. The human race is weak, and how many heroic souls are buried in the mountains and wilderness, what he can do is to do his best to let them rest in peace.

Walking out of ten miles, looking for a mountain peak with beautiful mountains and rivers and Zhong Lingyu, Mo Liang buried this nameless and powerful swordsman deep here.

Guarding the tomb for seven days, he didn't get up slowly until the breath of the new earth dissipated and there were no more beasts and demons that could infest him in the slightest.

The mountain is the grave, the sky is the cover, the rotten bones can be rotten, and the heroic soul is long.