The scorching sun is shining, and the Black Wind Ridge, which is composed of treacherous beasts from the inner gate, is divided into day and night.

Li Mo noticed a lot of details.

The butcher with the head of a pig, the junction between the human skin and the pigskin on his neck, traces of stitching could be seen, blood was constantly oozing from it, and his clothes had long been dyed bright red.

The rest of the beasts were in the same condition, so there was a rush of blood in the air.

"It's a new demon from Black Wind Ridge, why don't you come to the new camellia?

The weasel-faced merchant stopped and lowered the shoulder of his shoulder, only to accidentally tear off half of the human skin on his arm.

The merchant carefully pasted back the human skin, still greeting Li Mo in his mouth.

"Let's take a look."

Li Mo squinted his eyes and looked at the merchant, who had been chattering: "You don't need any money, I'm afraid that you have just opened your mind, and eating more camellia can increase your qi and blood." ”

The merchant opened the wooden box, and it was full of sun-dried brain flowers, showing a fluffy and black appearance, which was indeed a bit like tea leaves.

The brain flower was wrapped in oil, exuding a strange smell unique to spiritual materials.

Li Mo estimated that the brain flower came from beasts, and it seemed that taking it did have benefits for qi and blood, but the disadvantages were unknown.

"No need."

He waved his hand and refused, and finally sent the weasel merchant away.

As a result, before he could take two steps, he was stopped by a half-body deer selling herbs, and no matter what Li Mo did, he just stuffed a few herbs.

The rhizomes of the herbs are stained with flesh and blood, and appear to have been cultivated through corpses.

It can be seen that all the resources of the Black Wind Ridge are based on the corpses of the same kind, making the behavior of the treacherous beast like feeding livestock.

Li Mo refused all kinds of kindness, and the deformed beast showed a twisted smile, as if he was a monk who had done good deeds and accumulated virtue.

He was so annoyed that he deliberately avoided it, and simply turned into the streets and alleys.

Towns are full of similar scenes, and those strange beasts with no human characteristics are treated like the stars and the moon.

After the beast took the spiritual material, while its physique grew, it had a feeling of being empty and not replenished.

"Black Wind Ridge ......"

Li Mo stood in the shadows, scaring off a few strange beasts with a real momentum, and released a large number of poisonous bees from his mouth and nose to explore the town deeply.

He found that the layout of the Black Wind Ridge was similar to that of Molten Town, except that there was no distinction between the inner and outer cities, and the houses near the center were generally on the high ground.

Li Mo was in Xicheng, but unfortunately he didn't find any trace of Han Cai and the others.

He walked along the shadows in the western city, and noticed that most of the temples in the Black Wind Ridge were enshrined in immortals, and the gods enshrined had no names, and the image was three heads, six arms, and eight legs, with a lot of human characteristics.

The temple is full of incense, and the strange beasts that come and go are pious.

"The rules of Black Wind Ridge seem to be more perfect than the beasts I have come into contact with."

Li Mo glanced up at the sky, the sun had set at the foot of the mountain, and he followed the guidance of the poisonous bee to an abandoned temple.

Because of the poisonous bees as eyeliner, even if Li Mo's human-bear body is too large, it still quietly staggers all the tricky beasts.

When Li Mo came to the broken temple, the light on the horizon had already converged by half.

The speed of time in the Black Wind Ridge is obviously faster than that of the outside world, and it always feels like half a day has passed in just two hours.

The only remaining sun hung at the foot of the mountain, and the streets were still bustling, but the beasts began to keep their distance, and communication became less and less.

They deliberately spread out and seemed to be waiting for something.

"Tricky beasts for good? I believe you're a ghost. ”

Although the ruined temple leaks everywhere, the terrain is high, and you can see the situation of the west city clearly, and there is already a slaughter in the invisible.

Li Mo summoned the ghost tiger to hide in the shadows, waiting for the unveiling of the true face of the Black Wind Ridge.

Maybe it's because the ruined temple is really remote, and the tricky beasts are gathered together, so that there are not even a head of tricky beasts within thousands of meters around Li Mo.

Li Mo was apprehensive at first, but soon became unscrupulous.

He saw that there was only one base left for the statue enshrined in the broken temple, so he simply sat cross-legged on the altar, chewing the medium-grade spirit stone to supplement his cultivation.

The dantian was filled up little by little, and the progress in the middle stage of the weak crown had already been completed by a small half, which was also related to Li Mo's distraction from cultivation as long as he had spare time.

When the sun sets, the remaining light disappears completely.

The noisy streets suddenly fell silent, the kindness of the Black Wind Ridge vanished, and the treacherous beasts invariably made saliva swallowing movements, and their breathing became heavier and heavier.

Night fell, and a beast roar broke the peace.

The weasel showed a treacherous expression, the last breath was still selling camellia, and the next breath was exposed to its ferocity, and it directly got rid of the flat burden.

It tore at the clothes it was wearing, patches of human skin all over its body, oozing blood a dark red color, and it looked extremely strange.

The human skins are obviously from different monks, and it is not known how many pieces are related to Hu Wen.

The weasel couldn't wait to pounce on the nearest beast, but the latter couldn't react, and the internal organs were directly pulled out by the claws.

It dragged the corpse to the side of the road and tore at its internal organs.

The situation of cannibalism between treacherous beasts is constantly staged in the streets of Black Wind Ridge, like the most primitive carnival, where good and evil are distinguished only by the sky.

While the weasel devoured the corpse, the rest of the beasts did not interfere.

When the internal organs were emptied, the weasel's expression became reverent, and he knelt down in front of the corpse and chanted a strange requiem charm.

"One is afraid of the horror, the other is afraid of the earth, the third is afraid of the soul, and the demons and demons are ......"

After reciting the requiem mantra, the weasel used his claws to cut open the human skin of the corpse, and the excitement in his heart could be seen in the trembling arms.

It holds the human skin in the palm of its hand, cuts off its own flesh with a gesture, and then sews it up little by little with a steel needle, even if it hurts so much that it grinning.

It was just a human skin, and the weasel's breath suddenly skyrocketed a little.

"I'm going to be a human!!"

The weasel danced with his hands, and when the beasts around him saw that he had finished mending the human skin, they rushed to him, their eyes full of greed.

The human skin changed hands several times, stimulating them to move more and more insanely.

Turning into a human is the rule of Black Wind Ridge, and the instinctive pursuit of the beast will be, and the act of giving the same kind of spiritual materials is more like fattening and killing.

Some of the newborn beasts did not have human skin, and after a brief moment of stunnedness, they could not resist joining in the bloody battle.

窸窸窣窣窣......

A beast with a battered head and body came towards the ruined temple.

Li Mo opened his eyes.

Without waiting for the beast to react, the ghost tiger opened its bloody mouth and swallowed it directly, and then shook its head and returned to Li Mo's side like an inviter.

After Li Mo collected some of the blood of the treacherous beast, he directly ingested the corpse into the corpse mountain.

The evergreen tree devoured its blood with hunger, and the fruit of its branches grew rapidly, and its surface was covered with angiosarcomas, beating like a heart, causing the beast to salivate.

The rest of the corpse was absorbed by the mountain of corpses in the blink of an eye and turned into nutrients.

Li Mo couldn't help but be moved.

In his opinion, Black Wind Ridge is a blessed land full of resources.

It is roughly estimated that there are at least two or three thousand treacherous beasts in the Black Wind Ridge, and the energy source is constantly replenished, and it is impossible to say that there is no one wave without harvesting it.

Li Mo licked his lips and closed his eyes to communicate with the poisonous bees in the town.

He didn't rush to make a move, first figured out the reality of the treacherous beast, and then Han Cai and the others should go and arrange the means to deal with the mountain monarch's treacherous beast.

Li Mo always felt that it was impossible for Shi Ji to sit still.

From the perspective of Shi Ji, even if he can't find a way to break the game, he will consider installing a puppet in the beast disaster.

"The Black Wind Ridge is full of houses, it is unrealistic to say that there are no puppet cultivators."

Li Mo let out a strange laugh, he planned to play with the Wave Darkness Chen Cang, see how it worked, and by the way, test whether there was a puppet cultivator.

His mind moved slightly, and the ghost tiger disappeared into the night.

The ghost tiger took the initiative to roam the nearby streets, mainly to sneak attack the hard-hit beasts, and if there was an enemy, they would hide in the shadows and escape.

The battle in the Black Wind Ridge continued until the rising sun.

Then the beasts seemed to come to their senses, and Li Mo even heard faint sobs, even though they were covered in blood.

The beasts swept the streets, washed the crevices of the floor tiles with well water, and placed the broken flesh and bones in coffins and sent them to the temples.

There was an open space at the gates of the city, from which new beasts were born.

First, organs similar to palaces grew, swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then all kinds of strange beasts came out of it blankly.

Organs fail, and the beast strides into the Black Wind Ridge.

Li Mo sneered and shook his head, it is said that most of the inner gate beasts were former monks of Rongzhen, who fled into the inner city before they died.

But the Mountain Monarch Beasts of the Black Wind Ridge were a little different.

It is said that the Mountain Monarch Beast can be traced back to two thousand years ago at the earliest, and it is likely that it has always existed in the inner city, and Li Mo even suspected that it was related to the Heart Beast Sect.

After a night of observation, Li Mo had already figured out the difference in strength between the treacherous beasts.

Transplanting human skin can reach the level of pre-coronavirus; Fifty percent of human skin is transplanted, and the beast is comparable to the middle stage of the weak crown; When it is about seventy percent, it is equivalent to the late stage of the weak crown.

Li Mo hadn't seen a tricky beast in the Fake Dan Stage, but the fight in the Black Wind Ridge was in an infinite loop, and there was no reason why there was no such thing as a human-transformed beast.

"Anyway, it's a refuge, let's restore the state to its peak first."

Li Mo calmly regarded the Black Wind Ridge as a retreat, and secretly planned how to deal with the treacherous beasts and harvest the resources of the beast calamity.

A few days passed before I knew it.

Li Mo did not move, and took advantage of the hidden characteristics of poisonous bees to cover all the areas near the ruined temple and find out the habits of the strange beasts.

Generally speaking, the spirit of the Black Wind Ridge Beast is indeed very dull, no matter how strong it is, it is repeated according to the established rules.

"Maybe the only way to make the beast willingly pay for flesh and blood."

The idea in Li Mo's mind gradually became complete, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

In order to ensure that his breath was not leaked, he used Lingyin Wood to arrange it simply, and then used the evergreen tree fruit as the main material to refine the magic weapon.

For the first time, Li Mo did not refine according to the catalogue of magic weapons, but he was not a self-created magic weapon, and the finished product only had a function of storage.

The ritual vessel is a statue of more than five meters, with three heads, six arms and eight legs, and the metal spirit material used is mixed with two evergreen fruits.

Li Mo hesitated for a few breaths and engraved the opening chapter of the Nandoudu Sutra on the face of the statue.

The treacherous beasts of the Black Wind Ridge moved, as if the desire in the depths of their instincts had been awakened, but they disappeared before they could be further investigated.

There was a giant eight-armed spider hanging upside down on the edge of the southern city, and he muttered with a strange expression.

"Huh? It shouldn't be Li Mo, right? ”

"No matter what, Li Mo'er still knows how to measure things, so as not to make too much trouble, let's find a few puppet mice first."

(End of chapter)