Yue Mochen didn't know that he was in a desperate situation, let alone that if he didn't wake up, he might never be able to wake up again, and his consciousness couldn't even perceive his soul!

"You're dead!"

These five words, five syllables, went deep into the sea of Yue Mochen's soul, did not set off the huge waves, nor did they undersurge, there were just calm, desperate calm, not as calm as a trace of vitality.

This curse was like a seed, taking root, sprouting, and then growing into a towering tree in Yue Mochen's soul, and only one fruit was borne on this towering tree.

This fruit is death!

At this time, Yue Mochen really thought that he was dead!

The single-bladed sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the aura in his body became calm with Yue Mochen's illusion, and the aura on the surface of his body dissipated even more invisibly.

But I don't know why, the power of the blood demon has not dissipated, as if even without the control of Yue Mochen's soul, this power of the blood demon can be stored alone!

Perhaps, this is the turning point!

However, even if there is a turnaround, is it still too late? The long knife of the martial artist has been raised, and it is about to be split in the blink of an eye, at this time, does Yue Mochen still have a chance?

The answer is yes!

Just when the blade was about to cut off Yue Mochen's head, suddenly, in Yue Mochen's body, an extremely evil force burst out, and this power flowed through Yue Mochen's body like an electric current.

In less than a tenth of a second, Yue Mochen's empty eyes instantly turned red, and the blood demon flame on his body rose to the sky!

A burst of bloody qi came out from the blood demon flame, making the sword-wielding warrior frown secretly.

"It's over!"

The warrior roared in disbelief, the strength in his hand strengthened a few points again, and the long knife broke through the wind and fell!

"Bell!" made the warrior's eyes widen with a look of disbelief.

Two slender white fingers, surrounded by a faint blood light, between the fingers is a long knife nearly four feet long, and the blade is still making a crisp sound!

He actually saw that the sword he was full of confidence was blocked, and it was Yue Mochen's two fingers that blocked this sword!

Not only him, but even Mo Fang, who was awakened by Yue Mochen's strange situation on the ground, looked at the scene in front of him with a shocked expression.

It is not difficult to clamp the opponent's weapon with two fingers, many masters will use such a coquettish posture when pretending to be thirteen, but that is all for masters, a hundred tribulation martial artist swings a knife with all his strength, at least a strong person in the Demon Realm can be sandwiched with two fingers!

And the teenager in front of him did it!

Could it be that he is a powerhouse in the Demon Refining Realm!? This thought appeared in the minds of the two of Mo Fang at the same time, and then was erased at the same time!

How is it possible? A young man under the age of twenty has the cultivation of refining demons? Who believes it?

Even if he is a recognized genius in the big world, the outstanding young master of the youngest generation of the Dugu family has only just touched the threshold of the Hundred Tribulations Realm when he is less than twenty years old!

A god's relic, a teenager in a world abandoned by even gods, with the cultivation of an earth force that claims to be a holy land, can reach the realm of practicing demons before the age of twenty?

This is absolutely impossible!So, the two of them immediately threw this nonsense idea out of their minds, but after that, they were stunned, because they really couldn't find any other reason to explain the scene in front of them.

So, naturally, the two of them had the idea that they had just been confirmed by themselves as impossible.

However, Yue Mochen didn't have time to talk nonsense with the two of them, the index finger and middle finger of his left hand that were holding the tip of the sword were loosened, and his ring finger flicked hard at the same time!

The long knife let out a long groan of "Wang~!", flew out upside down, and the wrist of the warrior holding the knife ached, and a strong vibrating force was transmitted from the blade to the hilt, and then from the hilt to the tiger's mouth in the right hand, and then shocked the right arm!

Another crisp bone cracking sound sounded, and under the precaution, the right shoulder of this martial artist was actually shattered by the shock!

Yue Mochen slapped out a palm with an expressionless face, and the martial artist vomited blood and flew upside down!

When he came back to his senses, he watched in horror as Yue Mochen rushed towards him viciously, but he forgot how to fight back.

In a state of complete rage, Yue Mochen's momentum was violent, just like a demon god coming out of hell, making him have any thoughts of resisting!

"Kill!"

With Yue Mochen's cold drink, his right hand came out with another palm, and the martial artist who was still in mid-air was once again forced, and flew out upside down at a speed several times faster.

"Peng!" sounded, and the warrior's body hit a big tree, shaking down countless fallen leaves.

Seeing this, Mo Fang, who was not far away, oozed a little cold sweat on his forehead, but soon he calmed down, gritted his teeth, threw out several strangely shaped large boxes from the empty ring, and then kept changing his handprints with both hands!

When these boxes appeared, the surrounding air became a little colder again, but this cold was different from the cold caused by the martial artist's aura before, it was a kind of gloomy cold!

Yue Mochen sensed the abnormality behind him, gave up continuing to chase and kill the half-dead martial artist, and looked back at the box on the ground thoughtfully.

If his mind was still clear at this time, it would not be difficult to find that these were not boxes, but coffins with simple shapes!

A total of nine coffins were thrown by Mo Fang in a messy manner, and a trace of cold breath emanated from the coffin.

The martial artist looked at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, and the look of intransignation in his eyes was even stronger, as if he had seen something that he shouldn't see: "Brother Fang, you ......"

And Yue Mochen walked towards Mo Fang with an expressionless face, and the demon flame on his body did not decrease at all.

Mo Fang turned a deaf ear to the actions of the two, and just looked at the nine coffins with a gloomy expression, and there were words in his mouth.

"Let's go, go and inform the Mo family! Even if you have a deep enmity with the Mo family, they will let it go for the time being!"

The seriously injured martial artist yelled towards Yue Mochen's background, his expression was very nervous, even if he spewed blood mist because of yelling hard, he didn't pay attention to it.

It's a pity that Yue Mochen can't hear his words at all, Yue Mochen's soul is still in a state of chaos, and what controls Yue Mochen's body is what Hongyue has been worried about, Yue Mochen's heart demon!

At this time, he has no intelligence at all, only instinct, the instinct to kill!

On the contrary, it was Mo Fang, listening to the words of the martial artist, a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are my person, how can you help outsiders?"

After speaking, Mo Fang stood up in the desperate eyes of the warrior, looking at Yue Mochen who was getting closer and closer, and his eyes full of yin qi looked Yue Mochen up and down, which was no different from admiring a work of art.

"Huh!" a small voice sounded, the sound of a wooden plank deforming......