Mo Liang carried a rabbit demon and galloped, and in a moment, he had escaped without a trace.

Turning the mountain and returning to the place where the totem pole ear was, his heart was still pounding. "Not a single goblin is chasing after him!" Putting down the rabbit demon on his shoulder, he looked back and said with a glare.

"There are nearly half of the goblins in this Jiming Mountain, that is, dozens of goblins. If these goblins can be obtained so easily, no matter how powerful Ma Xiangyang is, he will not be able to catch up!"

Mo Conscience was secretly happy and a little excited.

Looking at the rabbit demon who fell to the ground and the demonic aura condensed but did not disperse, he held his breath. He pulled out a dagger and submerged it in his chest, and under the flip, a crystal containing ash was revealed. "Really ......" His fist clenched suddenly, the demon yuan was still there, and the grade was not weaker than the bear spirit of the fifth grade of the ink.

"This is a rabbit demon with five grades of ink!"

Into the ink five products. Think of the bear spirit on the back of the old dragon, extremely vicious, intimidating the warriors of the entire North Village. And this rabbit demon was obtained as if it were righteous.

Thinking of the fairy body hidden under the giant trees in the mountains, Mo Liang's heart couldn't help jumping wildly. "If I can get the demon yuan of these goblins, the bottleneck of entering the sixth grade of ink and advancing to the seventh grade of entering the ink can be broken with a snap of my fingers!"

Resisting the urge to swallow this demon element, Mo Liang put it up.

Then he held up the body of the rabbit demon and hung above the totem pillar ears, the dagger was lightly clicked, and it was punctured in his chest and skull, and the demon blood gushed out and dripped on the totem pillar ears.

Visible to the naked eye, the blood dripped on it and dried up quickly, and a faint smell of blood emanated from the totem pole ears. This bloody breath is not the smell of blood, but has a different feeling that stirs the heart, just like the boiling air full of blood on the ancient demon battlefield.

The remaining demonic energy on the rabbit demon's body dissipated little by little.

This is the oldest ritual of the human race, and it is a sacrifice made with the blood spirit as a medium.

It has been a while since the rabbit demon died, and the demon blood spirit has lost a lot, but it is still a very amazing addition to the totem pole ears. For Kitamura, the demon blood spirit of the five grades of ink is very rare.

Gradually, the totem pole ears had a faint demonic flame steaming.

This made Mo Liang extremely confident in the competition of demon hunting. His eyes flashed, revealing a chuckle, "Even if it is Ma Xiangyang's strength in the seventh grade of ink, if you want to hunt such a goblin of the fifth grade of ink, it will take some hands and feet!"

In his whisper, he was even more concerned about the remaining goblin shells.

Pick up this depleted rabbit demon and place it in the next mountain, so as not to attract fierce beasts and damage the totem pole ears from the corpse that has lost its demonic aura. Then, again, he looked observantly towards the vicinity of Black Mountain.

……

The fierce beasts and demons in the mountains are very good at camouflage in the test of survival accumulated over the years. So much so that on this messy hillside, it is difficult to find a trace.

But Mo Liang had a very clear goal, and he soon achieved something.

This is a rat spirit, with dull eyes and stiff hair, but the faint demonic aura exuded from its body is not weaker than the rabbit demon of Fang Cai.

"Another goblin with five grades of ink!" Mo Liang immediately judged his strength and smiled happily.

Originally, the goblins who entered the five grades of ink were already the overlords in this mountain forest, and they were very difficult to deal with. But now, it seems that this place is full of powerful goblins that can be found at your fingertips, and such an encounter makes people happy as if they are in a dream. In the midst of this tremendous encouragement, the giant tree that seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds was as light as nothing, and Mo Liang moved away with a sigh. Carrying the rat spirit and running wildly......

"Quack~King, I seem to have seen a human guy again!He took away our brother's corpse again!Quack~" The toad's eyes were abrupt, staring at a running figure across the mountain.

The light of the crow boy flashed from his eyes, and he stared straight at the croaking toad spirit, and reprimanded angrily: "As far as your eyes can see!

In the midst of the rage, the crow boy flicked his wings slightly, and a black wind knife flashed, landing on the sticky back of the toad spirit in an instant.

"Quack~!" the toad spirit howled miserably, and immediately showed a look of fear in his eyes.

"This time, my father will teach you a lesson for the time being! If you dare to be distracted and slack, your father will want your life!dumb~" The crow father threatened extremely fiercely.

The toad spirit didn't even dare to snort, and hurriedly turned his head and spit out a long tongue, and the treasure on it was shining, attacking the second sword array, and suddenly the energy trembled. Only then did the crow slowly retract his cold gaze, his wings flapped, and the wind knife slammed into the sword curtain.

Now, no goblin dares to be distracted.

The sword curtain trembled, and after more than half a month of continuous bombardment, recently, this second sword formation was finally about to break the formation.

The madness and desire in the crow man's eyes ignited even more vigorously.

……

"It's another demon yuan with five grades of ink!"

Mo Liang gently took this demon yuan into his arms, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden.

In just a quarter of an hour, there were two Demon Yuan of the Five Grades of Ink to start, and the harvest at such a speed was unimaginable.

And the goblins who poured the totem pillar ears already had two goblins that had entered the ink five grades. The demonic flames above the ears of the totem pole shook even more. I'm afraid that it won't be long before the flames will soar into the sky.

"Today I see that the goblins in Jiming Mountain are particularly cute, haha......"

……

On the messy hillside, Mo Liang no longer even dodged, but searched straight for it. In this way, there is obviously a faster speed, but it is so blatant that he will inevitably be a little weak at first. But after two times, he ate the bear's heart and leopard's gall.

Soon, behind a clump of leaves, he spotted a roe deer. This roe deer demon is only lightly covered with a layer of leaves, which can be easily removed. Mo Liang was in a better mood. Directly grabbed the goblin and jumped away on his shoulder, his smile full of satisfaction, like a fully loaded hunter.

"Quack~" Above the Black Mountain, this toad spirit is so immortal that there is a frog crowing again.

The crow man was immediately furious, his wings swung violently, and an even more powerful black wind knife swung out, slamming around the toad spirit, and the mountains and rocks splashed, and suddenly shocked all the goblins. "Dumb~ You toad, you toad, you are still distracting your father!"

"King, I didn't look at it!quack~" The toad spirit said pitifully with watery eyes.

"Dumb~" The crow man screamed angrily, ignoring his pity at all, "My father warned you for the last time, if you are distracted again, even if it is the critical moment to break the formation, this father will not spare you!"

This fierce appearance made the toad spirit even more afraid, and he didn't even dare to make a sound.