In the middle of the moon, the wilderness is broken.

The rising bonfire stirred the blackened firewood and made a crackling sound, bringing some warmth to the dark and cold temple.

The shattered idol was slightly hideous in the flickering firelight.

"Senior brother, there is Yin Mountain in front, and it is the territory of the ghost grandmother of Yin Mountain." Xiao Luyao stirred the bonfire with a wooden branch and couldn't help but say.

Yin Mountain Jedi, hundreds of miles of dry graves, the leylines have long been infected by the fierce and evil atmosphere.

This kind of place is taboo for cultivators, but it is fertile ground for demons.

Therefore, even the disciples of Luofu Mountain did not dare to rashly set foot in such a dangerous place.

Xiao Luyao has traveled Yin Mountain a lot of times, but she only dares to wander around the periphery, and they are all inviting helpers, going hand in hand.

single-handedly, trespassing on Yin Mountain, after all, you can only see white bones, and it is difficult to turn back with remorse.

"Senior Sister Xiao, since you know the danger, it's better to turn back as soon as possible." Li Mo casually knifed.

"Even if you don't want to participate in the Xuantian Pavilion assessment with me, you can't go to death." Xiao Luyao shook her head and said.

“……”

"The mountains are cold, even if it is dead, someone must collect the body."

Xiao Luyao whispered softly, and a touch of heaviness appeared on her quietly beautiful face.

"Senior sister, you ......"

"The first time I broke into Yin Mountain, I was also taken by the senior sister in the door, and in the end, I carried her back to Luofu Mountain......" Xiao Luyao looked at the bonfire with an expressionless face.

"When I returned to the mountain gate, my senior sister's body was already stiff and cold......

When Li Mo heard this, he was silent.

Yan Zixia once said that as a demon hunter, no one knows when they will die under the minions of demons.

Over the years, although Li Mo has been in a secluded prison, he has seen too many people leave.

Even Shenyimen has had a past that he doesn't want to mention.

"Since you have become a demon hunter, how can you not see the dead."

Xiao Luyao muttered softly, and she didn't know if she was saying it to Li Mo or warning herself.

"From then on, I told myself to be strong, strong...... Strong enough for the Xuantian Pavilion to recognize. Xiao Luyao's jade hand clenched subconsciously.

This is her biggest goal, and it is also the obsession in her heart, like the fire in front of her, which cannot be extinguished.

"Over the years, I have been adrift and have made a lot of progress, but the more I progress, the more I find that the world is very big...... As big as the Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger......"

As she spoke, Xiao Luyao looked at Li Mo and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I'm afraid you can't imagine that at our age, there are already people who have stepped into the Inner Breath Realm Ninefold."

"Dao Vein Spiritual Root!" Li Mo whispered.

Xiao Luyao's beautiful eyes showed helplessness, such a talent was unimaginable, it seemed to be the creation of Zhong Ling, who had taken the heavens and the earth.

At such an age, he entered the Nine Realms.

If she can have such a talent, why should she bother to drill into the camp, and even participate in the assessment of the Xuantian Pavilion has to be calculated step by step!?

"Senior sister, everyone has their own fate, and everyone has their own fate...... Li Mo said softly.

"Little doll, how many ways do you dare to talk about fate?"

Just then, a chuckle came from outside the door.

The laughter continued, the dilapidated wooden door opened suddenly, and the night wind poured into the ruined temple like a knife, pressing the bonfire to sway, setting off the broken statue of the god behind him more and more eeriely.

Li Mo looked up, and an old man with gray hair walked in with a wooden sword on his back and a young man supporting him.

"Little doll, it's dark and the road is far away, ask for a tile to cover your body, don't mind." The gray-haired old man grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"Whatever." Li Mo said.

The ruined temple on the left and right is not theirs.

"Son, help me through."

With the support of the young man, the gray-haired old man actually sat on his own like a bonfire raised at the end of Li.

Such a move fell in Xiao Luyao's eyes, and he suddenly felt displeased.

"Old man, it looks like you're a demon hunter?" Xiao Luyao glanced at Mu Jian behind the old man, the escape pattern thunder wood, the evil rune is a common goods.

"The eyes of the female doll are very poisonous." The old man squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Barren mountains and mountains, there are many spirits, if you are in danger, you still need the protection of the old man."

"Oh? So you're amazing? Xiao Luyao looked up and down.

"My master catches 8,000 demons, known as 8,000 Taoists."

Next to him, the young man who had been silent suddenly said secretly.

"Eight thousand!?"

Xiao Luyao was taken aback, even a four-star demon catcher only asked for three thousand demon catches.

Eight thousand...... What does this have to be!?

"Kong Ming, didn't the teacher tell you to be as low-key as possible? Don't just flaunt your abilities. "Eight thousand Taoist people admonished.

Li Mo glanced at it and did not speak.

This pedal horse takes honor as a name, and it is still so low-key!?

"I didn't expect it to be a senior master." Xiao Luyao said in a condensed voice.

"The seniors can't talk about it, the meeting in Pingshui is fate, little doll, I will give you a chance for nothing." Eight thousand people stroked their beards and whispered.

"What chance?"

"The old man is now cultivating a divine skill, and it has reached a critical juncture, you need to raise silver taels, buy treasures, and refine pills, if you can give a little, you will have immeasurable merits, and you will repay it a hundred times in the future."

As he spoke, the eight thousand Daoists looked at Li Mo and Xiao Luyao.

"Huh!?" When Li Mo heard this, he finally couldn't help but look at the eight thousand Dao people.

At this moment, he actually had a feeling of déjà vu.

Don't say it's him, even Xiao Luyao looked suspicious, looking at the eight thousand Dao people vigilantly.

"What kind of eyes are you, can you think my master is a liar?" Ye Kongming couldn't help but say.

"It's okay, it's a pity that there are no demons here, otherwise, the old man will show his hand and let you juniors know that he is powerful."

The eight thousand Dao people shook their heads and sighed, as if they had infinite regrets.

"Yinshan Jedi, there are still people who dare to linger in the night."

Suddenly, a long howl rang out in the wilderness.

The voice was cold and hoarse, as if it was coming from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, the yin wind gusted, like a long knife out of the sheath, and the blade reached it, and it directly lifted the roof of the broken temple.

"Demons!"

Xiao Luyao's face changed slightly, and she lost her voice.

As soon as her body moved, the eight thousand Dao people had already hid behind the idol, holding the broken incense burner on her head.

“……”

"We can have a full meal tonight."

The gloomy voice drew nearer and closer, and a strong demonic aura poured down from the leaky roof like a wind.

"Seven Furnace Demon Ghosts!?" Xiao Luyao's complexion changed suddenly.

"Retreat!

”

She shouted loudly, and she had already opened up a few feet away.

In the face of a demon of this level, even she has to go all out and dare not be distracted.

"Senior Brother ......"

Xiao Luyao's foothold was not stable, and when she looked closely, she found that Li Mo was sitting in place, not moving.

This kind of reaction even dares to come to Yinshan!?

In Sen Ran's demonic aura, a furry claw directly covered Li Mo's head, and the nails that flashed with cold light were like knives, and with a slight twist, they could pry open the skull.

Craniotomy and marrow suctioning, this is Lang Junye's favorite way of killing.

"Demon, you dare to ......" Xiao Luyao was anxious and flew forward.

In an instant, the sharp claws had fallen, twisting Li Mo's head tightly.

However, the crisp and melodious sound of broken bones did not sound.

The temple is broken in the wilderness, Li Mopan is sitting still, with demon claws on his head, and in the swaying firelight, this scene looks extremely weird.