A month later, in a forest not far from the White Bone Depth, the light in the depths of the forest was dim, and a few beast roars and birds could be heard from time to time.

Somewhere in this forest, a figure covered in a bloody robe and surrounded by a thin blood mist stood on the ground, and a black-striped leopard lay on the ground next to the figure, with a slender white palm pressed on it.

Looking at the black-striped leopard that gradually became shriveled and finally could not be sucked, Mo Yuan withdrew the palm that was pressed on the demon beast, and casually popped out a fireball, and the shriveled leopard corpse turned into ashes under the firelight, and with the breeze from Mo Yuan's robe, it finally spilled into the forest.

"The quality of the demon beasts in the ruins is really better than the demon beasts outside, and if you look for second-order demon beasts outside, you have to find someone to buy news, but most of them here are second-order demon beasts." Mo Yuan probed the dozens of extra drops of blood turned by the second-order demon beasts in his body, and he was very satisfied.

The number of blood droplets, as well as the grade quality of the blood droplets, basically represents the strength of Mo Yuan's blood demon's identity, after entering the ruins for more than half a year, Mo Yuan and that group of ghost crows fought wits and courage, and spent a lot of blood droplets stored before, and now after some replenishment, although the number cannot catch up with the original, but the number of second-order blood droplets is much more, compared with the two, his strength does not decrease but rises.

"Now if I meet that Tian Buqi again, I can kill him with blood drops!" Mo Yuan thought of this in his heart, full of confidence.

In the face of Tian Buquan's giant sword rune treasure, the "blood armor" turned into blood droplets should be able to follow.

After all, every drop of blood is the essence of the demon beast. The blood droplets transformed by a second-order demon beast should not be a big problem if they receive a blow from the talisman treasure.

After feeling the drops of blood in his body, Mo Yuan looked back in the direction of Bai Guyuan.

"Do you want to take another look?" He was a little wavering in his heart, he didn't find the ghost spirit fire on this trip, and he was always a little unwilling.

After leaving the ruins, it may not be easy to find other traces of spiritual flames. If you want to come in again, it's too late.

Just as Mo Yuan was "rock-paper-scissors" in his heart, several figures flickered in the forest, rushing in the direction where he was.

The man at the front had an anxious look on his face, and from time to time he looked back at the back, as if some flood beast was chasing him behind him.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a red-clothed man standing in front of him in the forest, and his face couldn't help but rise with a look of hope, and he didn't have time to distinguish between good and bad friend and foe, so he directly shouted loudly:

"Fellow Daoists, help! Help! There will be a great reward after the aftermath! ”

Mo Yuan turned around and looked in the direction of the person who came, and when he heard the cry for help, he couldn't help frowning, he didn't bother to get involved in these things, and he was about to run away immediately.

A good person doesn't live long, and the scourge lasts for thousands of years, and he doesn't want to be a good person.

But the next moment, Mo Yuan suddenly paused again and looked up at the sky.

A pink mandarin duck silk handkerchief, at some point, floated into the sky above where he was, and was drifting down with mist.

"Oh, what did you say about that mother? That's right! I really said that Cao Cao Cao arrived! Mo Yuan couldn't help but laugh in a low voice.

As his mother said, it's not that the enemies don't get together, he was still talking about this guy just now, and now this guy actually sent it to the door himself.

This guy is a member of the Hehuan Sect, and he just happened to capture him and interrogate him about what the Hehuan Sect was thinking about arranging the altar in the White Bone Abyss.

Setting up an altar in such a ghostly place is certainly not a good thing.

Seeing that Mo Yuan did not leave, the person who called for help thought that Mo Yuan really planned to help, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed at the moment, and he couldn't help but speed up a little, but soon, the expression on his face became stiff.

A crimson sword flew from behind him, and after a flash of light, a blood line appeared on the man's neck, and his body was still running forward, but his head fell from his neck at some point. After a few steps, the body fell to the ground.

Mo Yuan looked at the pink mist falling on his head, and ignored it, a bloody light flashed, and a figure appeared next to the corpse.

"The body is dead, and what is left behind is a stinky skin, and in the end it is only the result of decay, just lend me it, and I can avenge you in the future."

Mo Yuan said a few words to the corpse, and then pressed his palm up no longer politely, the blood surged out, and the headless corpse turned into a dry corpse in a few breaths.

"Huh? Bloodseeker ?!! ”

Mo Yuan popped out a fireball that turned the corpse into ashes, and then a suspicious voice was heard not far away.

"This guy even knows about me?" This thought flashed through Mo Yuan's heart, and then he looked up at the place where the voice came from.

Sure enough, it was that annoying face, obviously a man, but he looked so gorgeous, like a woman, if some monks who liked the method of replenishment saw it, it would not be in vain to cause trouble and embarrassment.

However, then thinking that the person opposite was from the Hehuan Sect, the sect that was the best at double cultivation and replenishment in the Tiannan Immortal Cultivation Realm, Mo Yuan couldn't help but be silent.

His gaze moved away from Tian Buqian and fell on the person who was leaning on his arms, and Mo Yuan was slightly surprised.

This person is none other than the Fairy Li.

Looking at Fairy Li's obsessed eyes, Mo Yuan couldn't help but shake his head, this Fairy Li was really unlucky, after separating, he met this guy again, and it seemed that he was controlled by the other party.

Sure enough, this is not only for men, but also for women themselves, and it is no exception.

However, Mo Yuan only sighed a little in his heart, and he had no extra thoughts, after all, this Fairy Li has fallen to this point, if you really want to talk about it, it seems that it still has something to do with him, but who let her Daoist Companion not cultivate a good immortal path, what kind of blood demon is she going to hunt.

"You know me?" Mo Yuan's voice pretended to be indifferent.

"Hehe, I didn't expect it to be you, I heard that the people who have seen the real blood demon are dead, but I didn't expect that today I was fortunate enough to meet." Tian Buqian laughed as he spoke, as if he didn't regard Mo Yuan as a big enemy, and meeting the Blood Demon seemed to be a surprise to him.

"I heard rumors that Your Excellency is a member of the Six Sects of the Demon Dao of the Tianluo Kingdom, I don't know what the relationship between Your Excellency and the Ghost Spirit Sect is?"

Tian Buqian looked at Mo Yuan, who was surrounded by a faint blood mist, and suddenly moved in his heart, and asked out loud.

Ghost Gate?

The ghost spirit gate of the people of the six sects of the Demon Dao?

Mo Yuan couldn't help frowning, why did Tian Buqian ask this? Is there anything about him that resembles the monks of the Ghost Spirit Sect?

Mo Yuan thought for a while, and finally locked on the "Blood Heavenly Demon Sutra", at this moment, it seemed that the only thing he was most likely to be involved with the Ghost Spirit Sect was this exercise.

The Blood Demon Sutra was created by the Blood Demon Ancestor, could it be that the Blood Demon Ancestor was a member of the Ghost Spirit Sect?

Mo Yuan thought in his heart, he didn't move for a while, and in just a short while, the pink mist around him had become very thick, but this pink mist Mo Yuan had already understood, for him, this fog was no different from ordinary water mist.

However, Tian Buqian on the other side saw this, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a faint smile, and he was a little more sure of winning the Blood Demon in his heart.

This blood demon should have quite a few means, otherwise it would not be possible to make such a name for himself in the Falling Cloud Mountain Range. Before he was sure, he didn't want to do it easily, so now it was time to let Fan Luo Poison Mist try him first.

Last time in the sea of ecstasy flowers, the black-robed kid didn't know what means to use, but he didn't make the powder poison mist work. But it was just an accident.

His powder poison mist is not something that anyone can easily deal with, and the black-robed kid can be spared, but it doesn't mean that the blood demon can also be spared!

Tian Buque thought so in his heart, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually became unscrupulous.

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