On the fifteenth, Mo Liang hunted demon spirits all the way along the deep mountain wilderness, watered the totem pole ears, and returned to Beicun the day before the demon hunt. The strength of the six products of the ink, in the periphery of this mountain range and the wasteland, as long as it is not too reckless, has been unimpeded.

"I'm back!" Mo Liang walked briskly, and had put the totem pole ears back on top of the totem pole. He knocked on the tent of the village chief Shi Jun and shouted in a good mood.

Shi Jun's house tent is the same as that of the clansmen, and even a little shabby, in his words, "I live alone, so why waste the resources of the clan." This alone also knows why he has been able to serve as the village chief for decades.

Opening the door with a squeak, Shi Jun saw that Mo Liang was a little excited, and muttered, "I'm finally back... I'm finally back...", seeing that Mo Liang was not injured, he showed a sigh of relief. Shi Jun smiled happily, but the worry of day and night could not be completely dissipated for a while, and there were traces of wrinkles on his brows. This warmed Mo Liang's heart - it's good to have someone who cares!

"Grandpa the village chief, I'm fine, I'm about to be stared at!" Mo Liang was embarrassed by Shi Jun's staring, and walked into the tent.

The two sat down, but Shi Jun's expression quietly changed, revealing a look of hard thought and meditation.

Mo Liang was slightly surprised, the village chief didn't ask him about the gains of this trip, did he think that he didn't have the possibility of winning? While smiling secretly in his heart, Shi Jun slowly spoke.

"Ma Xiangyang sent Yan Jin to block the connection between Beicun and the Holy City, and my old friend in the Holy City could not be contacted. ”

Mo Liang smiled slightly, not worried. Nearly one-third of the goblins in the three demon mountains of Ccentipede, Weasel, and Crow made him fearless. What's more, wasn't this expected for a long time?

Just as he was about to tell Shi Jun about this amazing gain, Shi Jun continued to speak in a deep voice: "Ma Xiangyang made a big deal with the guards in the Holy City, and exchanged it for the demon blood spirit of a Qi Sea Realm goblin, as well as more than ten demon blood spirits of the sixth-grade goblin in ink. ”

Kindness?

Mo Liang's eyes suddenly froze, and his heart sank.

The demon blood spirit of the Qi Sea Realm!

Isn't this equivalent to the demon blood spirit of the Weasel Gong and the Centipede Gong? On the black mountain, the strength of the two can completely crush the demons. How powerful is its demon blood spirit? Could it be stronger than the demon blood spirit of dozens of goblins......

At this moment, Mo Liang's original full confidence immediately wavered. The strength of the Qi Sea Realm is almost blank in the impression of the Kitamura warriors. Only the powerful guards of the Holy City can hunt it. The totem pole ear in Ma Xiangyang's hand, how fierce the demonic flame is, has become a mystery in the hearts of all the Beicun people.

For Mo Liang, the only impression of the Qi Sea Realm was that it was irresistible. But he knew that if he relied on Ma Xiangyang's true ability, it would be impossible to obtain it.

In doing so, he was contrary to the original intention of the competition. In silence, Mo Liang said in a deep voice.

If it is exchanged for the demon blood spirit from the Holy City, then the real battle with the demon spirit can also be exchanged with the Holy City at any time?

Shi Jun sighed lightly and shook his head a little. "But when we agreed to do so, we didn't explicitly prohibit it. Ma Xiangyang has been in the Holy City Quasi-Guard for many years and has his own network, so he will naturally not let go of our negligence. The damn thing is that this kid knew that my influence in the Holy City was not weak, so he blocked our contact, so that this shameless method, he could not use it, and we couldn't even use it!"

Shi Jun was depressed hatefully.

Mo Liang frowned and pondered for a while, then asked, "Didn't Ma Xiangyang hunt any more goblins except for the deal with the Holy City?"

Shi Jun shook his head and said slowly: "That's not true, he has been only keeping an eye on the people in the North Village, and even the contact with the Holy City is also done by Ma Xiangfei." ”

Mo Liang sighed, his eyes flickered a little and weighed, his lips moved slightly, and he muttered softly, "In this way, I don't necessarily lose ......"

Which is stronger or weaker between a demon blood spirit in the Qi Sea Realm and dozens of demon blood spirits that have entered the ink of the fifth, sixth, seventh, and even eighth grades?

......

Mohism.

On the futon under the eaves of the backyard, Mo Liang sat cross-legged, slowly regulating his breathing and concentrating on his breath. There was a slight breeze in the backyard that made him feel uplifted and awake, so he liked to be here whenever it swallowed him.

His hand brushed the silver gold thread bag around his waist, and he took out a demon yuan between his two fingers.

This is a demon yuan with five grades of ink, and a month ago, he must have been ecstatic about it, but now, this demon yuan is just the most inconspicuous one in his bag.

"Tomorrow is the time for the totem pole ear demon flame competition, Ma Xiangyang has forced each other many times, and it is extremely hateful. I didn't have the slightest idea before, but now I have to prepare early!" he whispered, a hint of fierceness flashing in his eyes. He is confident that this time he will definitely be able to break through the bottleneck and enter the seventh grade of ink!

The palm of the hand flipped, holding the demon yuan of the five grades of ink in the palm of his hand, the intention of stabbing the soul gradually opened, and the faint suction spread from the palm of the hand to the inside of the demon yuan, and the suction became stronger and stronger, until the wisps of gray wool covered in the demon yuan flowed along the suction to his palm. This is not weaker than the Yuan Force of the bear spirit in the old dragon's back. A bear spirit's demon element pushed him from the fourth grade of ink to the fifth grade of ink, and this demon element was devoured, and the bottleneck from his sixth grade to seventh grade of ink was imperceptibly shaken.

But he didn't even raise his eyebrows, and with a flick of his arm, another demon yuan of the fifth grade of ink was sandwiched between his fingers. One, two, three......

Then there are the demon elements of the six grades of ink, one, two, three......

His gaze was calm, but the movements in his hands were getting faster and faster, and the transparent demon elements were lined up in front of him, making people feel distressed to death when they saw it, which was all a large contribution!

"Today, even if you use this demon yuan to smash it, you have to smash your bottleneck!" In a blink of an eye, half of the demon yuan consumed has passed, but the bottleneck from the sixth grade to the seventh grade of ink has not been loosened. Mo Liang grinned, his teeth biting lightly, revealing a faint look of madness.

This time, he flipped his palm, and there were two demon yuan between his three fingers. From this point on, it is already the demon yuan of the seven grades of ink! The seven products of ink are the strength of the later stage of ink, and there is already a faint white color between the ashes of the demon yuan. The milky white light made the demon yuan appear even more magnificent.

Mo Liang held a demon yuan in his left and right hands, and the devouring power activated. Suddenly, a shocking amount of energy flowed from the palms of both hands, like a torrent gushing out of the valley. His meridians, from his wrists to his arms, swelled up perceptibly, and then to the meridians of his whole body. He sat down, his robe blowing without the wind, and he made a loud sound. And the energy storm in the body is even more turbulent.

The Yuan Li of the six products of ink is as thick as a baby's arm, like a big river, and the waves are rolling. With the inflow of new Yuan Li, Yuan Li immediately rose and swelled, and the meridians were bulging.

The meridians of people are all over the body, and they are tangible in words, but there is nothing to be found. If a martial artist cultivates, the Yuan Force will flow along the meridians, and if ordinary people are ordinary people, they will not feel the existence of the meridians at all.

But now, Mo Liang only felt that the meridians were painful, as if they were about to burst. His eyebrows tightened, he pursed his lips slightly, and without saying a word, he took out two demon elements that had entered the ink seven grades, and replaced the demon elements that had been devoured. What was this compared to the pain of indulgence? Boom! The incomparable energy continued to pour into him violently, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of thunder in his body.

The meridians drummed and contracted, the Yuan Force was volleyed together, and the mysterious rhythm was turbulent in the body.

The two Demon Yuan of the Seven Grades of Ink became empty, so he did not hesitate to take two more, such a rich family background, not to mention the people of Beicun, even the guards in the Holy City have to look at it. Again and again, each time he did not hesitate to take out a new demon yuan from the bag. For the seventh time, Mo Liang frowned, and even took out the only demon yuan that entered the ink eight grades. The owner of this demon yuan, he didn't even know which demon mountain it was, so he was killed by him with a dagger. Unluckily, this is the only goblin who died under his hands.

But now, he didn't want that. Holding the demon yuan of the eight grades of ink, the whale swallowed and sucked.

The Yuan Force, which was already about to overflow, immediately trembled and shook as the Yuan Power of the Eight Rank Demon Yuan poured in. Then, as if there was a soft snap, it was like blowing withering, the entire meridian collapsed, and the yuan power overflowed from the meridians and scattered in all corners of the body.

Yuan Li overflowed into a lake from the rivers of the meridians. His body, the meridians are gone, or the meridians have merged with his body. His Yuan Li is not flowing along the meridians, but Yuan Li is a lake, absorbing the energy between heaven and earth from all sides, and fluctuating freely.

This is the late stage of inking. Seven products into ink!

As Mo Liang clenched his fist, he immediately slammed all over his body, and there were strong Yuan Force fluctuations everywhere.

The black hair was flying, the sleeves were fluttering, and the only serene thing was a red hairband on the forehead, and a pair of bright eyes under the red hairband.

"Now, I'm so strong!"

This new power made Mo Liang's chest seem to explode. Standing up, he walked to the row of stone locks under the wall of the backyard, and the last one, even Mo Liang, who had entered the six grades of ink, had never been able to move. It is the size of an ordinary stone lock, but it does not move a single bit of 5,000 catties. Mo Liang's eyes condensed slightly, his palm grabbed it, and with a hey, the Yuan Force in his arm immediately jumped. The stone lock, rising in response, weighed more than 10,000 catties. "Good fellow, what a perverted stone!" Mo Liang sighed in surprise.

Looking at it again, the stone locks left to him by his father in the entire backyard have all been moved. His heart suddenly opened up, and he looked at the red sky of Beishan and muttered, "Perhaps, it's time for me to go out for a walk!"