Under the vast night sky, only the whispering of the wind was bleak. The barren ancient forest, which was still noisy in the early morning, is now lonely and only two figures left.

Chen Mo and Su Qianhuan sat around the fire at a distance.

The fire was faint, like a candle in the wind.

"Where are you going?" Su Qianhuan was the first to break the silence, and she secretly looked at the person opposite by the faint light of the fire.

Chen Mo was a little distracted, and he replied lightly: "Go to a far place." ”

He wants to go to the Blood Creek Sect to find out the reason for the incident and find evidence of Qiu Qianqi's evil.

Chen Mo looked at the shattered corner of the Godhead mask in his hand and slowly put it on his face.

"Poof... You're so funny, the mask has no effect. Su Qianhuan wiped the wetness from the corners of his eyes, and asked with some hesitation: "Can't you wait for the mask to recover before leaving?" ”

Chen Mo looked at Su Qianhuan, she just lowered her head, making her expression unclear.

The Godhead Mask will be restored in half a month, and if you wait until the Godhead Mask is restored and then leave, it will be delayed for a long time.

He didn't have time to delay, Qiu Qianqi could make a comeback at any time, and when the time came, both Qingshan Sect and the Purple Cloud Sect would be devastated.

He wanted to find evidence that Qiu Qianqi was cultivating the Bloody Demon Skill in an innocent village in the shortest possible time, so that the cultivation realm would be on their side.

"I'm really not used to you like this." Chen Mo said with a sigh.

Su Qianhuan suddenly blushed, and the dress twisted angrily to Chen Mo's ears: "Huh? Didn't you say that I have a bad personality? ”

Chen Mo apologized mournfully: "It hurts, it hurts, it's me who is wrong...... Your personality is the best, don't change it! ”

Su Qianhuan withdrew her hand, her cheeks were a little pink, and Chen Mo heard her muttering something in a low voice.

"...... to change"

"What? What did you just say? The voice was too small, and Chen Mo didn't hear it clearly.

"I say, that's how my character is!" Su Qianhuan put his two hands together and pounced on Chen Mo.

Chen Mo was hugged by her, and as soon as he wanted to get up and struggle, he heard Su Qianhuan say softly: "Don't move, let me hold for a while." ”

She hugged Chen Mo from behind, carefully pasting her face on Chen Mo's back, and her heart was full of thoughts.

These days, the scenes that happened between the two kept coming to her mind.

The final picture stays at that moment of despair.

In the picture, she is isolated and helpless, surrounded by the so-called famous and decent factions, and is about to fall.

And at this moment, a figure descended from the sky, holding a heavy object in front of her.

For the first time, someone would stand by her side and fight with her, and even in the face of thousands of enemies, he did not abandon himself.

"Do you have a good incense on your back, do you use the aroma?"

"Who would use that kind of thing." Chen Mo said lightly.

Su Qianhuan sniffed the reassuring smell vigorously, and in this short period of warmth, he secretly made up his mind:

If I can see you again, I will definitely follow you wherever I go.

The night went by a long time and a quick one.

Su Qianhuan stayed awake all night, for fear that the lingering time would turn into a blink of an eye.

Even so, the sun still does not understand the hearts of the world.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning hit the faces of the two, and Chen Mo opened his eyes.

Gently put down the hand on his waist, silently looked at Su Qian, who was sleeping, and turned around and chose to leave.

As everyone knows, as soon as he walked on his front feet, the man who should have been sleeping has already opened his eyes.

The beautiful eyes that are as beautiful as silk are mixed with a hint of haze, maybe it's just that the fog in the early morning is too big, and the corners of the eyes are a little wet.

The Blood Creek Sect is in the southernmost part of Kyushu, and it is also the most barren place with withered vegetation and spiritual energy, called Chiqing Prefecture.

There are demons rampant, the people are not happy, and it is the origin of the demon cult.

But the Demon Sect in Chiqing Prefecture couldn't set off any waves at all, because of the factors of the local environment in Chiqing Prefecture, the masters in those Demon Sects were just Yuan Dan cultivators.

But once he leaves Chiqing Prefecture, he can only be regarded as a frog at the bottom of the well.

Because those so-called demon sects are not real demon sects, they are just some poor people who believe in traditional methods of cultivation and want to avoid aura cultivation.

The result can be imagined, they can only reach Yuan Dan cultivation in the end.

There is only one sect, in Chiqing Prefecture, where the aura is withering, and it has truly become a hegemon.

Blood Abyss Mountains, Blood Creek Sect!

All the disciples of the Blood Creek Sect are at least Yuan Dan Realm cultivators, and they choose to find another way in Chiqing Prefecture, where their spiritual energy is exhausted!

Use your own blood as a medium to refine your own essence and blood, and replace your aura with those essence blood! With this magical method, their cultivation speed was three or four times faster than that of other cultivators!

It is rumored that the current sect master of the Blood Creek Sect has reached the half-step Void Breaking Realm at a young age!

Feng Liuli, the sect master of the first demon sect in the world, the blood creek sect, reached the great consummation of the Yuanying realm in his twenties! It can be said that there is no one before and no one will come after!

At that time, it was unparalleled!

At this time, the Blood Creek Sect was in a dark pavilion.

A woman dressed in a splendid red veil, with a pair of light and small lotus feet, stepped on a monk.

"Does it hurt?" Her red lips opened slightly, and she asked gently.

"Sect Master, spare the little one!"

The woman in red just chuckled, ignoring the begs of the people below her for mercy, and slowly increased the strength under her feet.

Until, the man could no longer make a sound.

"Not enough, not enough!" The woman in red hugged herself intoxicated.

She picked up the barbed scarlet whip and walked slowly towards the trembling monks, who were like lambs to the slaughter, tears streaming down their eyes.

I don't know how long it took for the woman in red to walk out of the dark pavilion satisfied.

In the mansion, where there is no sunlight all day long, the scarlet lights are instantly lit, illuminating the woman's figure.

The woman's jet-black hair was scattered on her back, and her scarlet pupils were covered with a thick haze, making it impossible to read her heart.

She is dressed in red, depicting her graceful figure exquisitely, with a jet-black silk tied around her waist, which binds her waist and limbs in a particularly beautiful shape.

Under his feet was a pair of dark red striped boots, which were sealed and airtight, wrapping the small and delicate jade feet tightly in them.

The woman sat on the edge of the bed, removing the boots that had been stuffy for a day, leaking a pair of jade feet painted with black nails, and in the dark corners, several figures quickly crawled over, scrambling to snatch the boots away.

The woman got up, and as soon as the jade feet were about to hit the ground, a figure threw herself on the ground and let it trample on it, for fear that the dust on the ground would stain the pair of white and delicate jade feet that were not stained with mortal dust.

The woman returned to the edge of the bed and found a little mucus on her toes, and she frowned in disgust.

In the next moment, on the wall where the scarlet light spilled, a black and dirty blood stain was engraved on it.

Somewhere in the darkness, a figure was slowly disintegrating.