Not far from the Mojia Fishing Grounds, there is a small city.

The city wall is not high, but at this moment, the magic circle is already fully opened, and a team of Qi refining and foundation building monks are walking on the city wall, holding swords, and the order is calm.

The leader is an old man who describes withering.

He stood quietly at the head of the city, a look of worry on his face, and sometimes a look of horror in his eyes.

Behind him, a monk stepped forward cautiously.

"Old patriarch, are we really not going to help?"

The old patriarch of the Mo family didn't look back, and shouted in a low voice: "Help? How can I help! That level of combat is not something I can meddle in at all. ”

The clansmen were worried: "But the Wu family and my Mo family are three generations of tobacco relatives, and they are intimate. That Sanshura Hai killed the three Jindan monks of the Wu family, and he is an out-and-out mortal enemy, and now he has fled to my Mo family's fishing ground, if we sit idly by......"

"How?"

The old patriarch of the Mo family suddenly turned his head and stared at the middle-aged man.

Under his gaze, the middle-aged man couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

The old patriarch of the Mo family snorted coldly, "Third child, I know that you have married the daughter of the Wu family, but you must know that my Mo family and the Wu family are just relatives, and they have not yet fallen to the level of vassals." ”

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man was drenched in cold sweat.

Unconsciously, he has been nurtured by his wife to be a vassal of the Mo family and the Wu family.

At this moment, the old patriarch's words, under the bombardment of divine consciousness, seemed to be Hong Zhong Dalu, which made him wake up.

"You have to understand that in this battle, there is no difference between me and me."

"After all, I'm only a Jindan early stage monk, even if I join that kind of battle, it won't help much."

"On the contrary, if I unfortunately fall into it, then the Mo family will be completely deprived of the Jindan monk and reduced to the Zhuji family. At that time, even if the Wu family is not held accountable, the Mo family will fall into the abyss. ”

"Not to mention ......"

A statement is reasonable.

Let the third child of the Mo family, the most promising foundation building true cultivator who is promoted to the Jindan period, gradually brighten up in front of him.

The Wu family can afford the fall of three Jindan monks, but the Mo family, which has only one Jindan monk, cannot be damaged at all.

In the future of the family, the so-called three generations of smokers have no meaning!

Hearing the unfinished meaning of the old patriarch's last sentence, Mo Laosan, who had already woken up, asked, "Are there any more questions?" ”

The old patriarch of the Mo family had a solemn face, and his gaze looked in the other direction.

"What's more, even those strong people who are beyond my reach can only watch from the sidelines, and dare not make a move, where can I get my turn?"

……

On the top of a low hill, there were several immortal cultivators.

When the first one, the sleeve skirt is fluttering, graceful and luxurious.

It was Luo Yuqing, the sect leader of the Han Li Sect!

At this moment, she was in front of the crowd, silent.

Behind him, there were Jindan monks from other forces on Lengguang Island who were discussing.

"This scattered Shura Sea is really powerful, even the six Jindan monks joined forces to take him, but he was killed one by one."

"Is it six, the eighth-layer mountain master of Jindan Mountain has also made a move, didn't you see it?"

"Yes, I thought that the mountain lord would make a move, and he would be caught, but I didn't expect him to be blown away without any resistance. Looking at it like that, I'm afraid that I'm already hundreds of miles away, and it will take some effort to rush back. ”

"The most important thing is whether he dares to come back!"

"What is the origin of this Luo Hai, with the fourth layer of Jindan, five people of the same rank, and even two great monks. He himself enslaved two demon beasts with infinite potential at a glance, which was also the top powerhouse among our Jindan monks. ”

"Didn't you hear that Master He Yuan called him the Qingyang Demon Lord?"

"Who is the Qingyang Demon Lord? I only know that in the early years, there were some low-level disciples of the Yuan Demon Sect who liked to use living beings to refine a kind of Qingyang Demon Fire, could it be that this person was also a member of the Yuan Demon Sect? ”

"I don't know, I only know that Wu Qi of Wushen Island was once secretly looking for the Qingyang Demon Lord. Even, for this reason, he made a big oolong, which made He Yuan, the true descendant of the Yuan Demon Sect, angry on the dock. ”

"It is said that at that time, Wu Qi mistook He Yuan for the Qingyang Demon Lord."

"Hehe, that is, now the two are facing each other head-on. No wonder Master He Yuan ordered that no one should fight Luo Hai's idea, so I was helpless with all my thoughts. ”

Behind him, there were endless discussions.

Luo Yuqing's expression was calm, but there was a hint of discoloration in his eyes, and he silently recited the name "Qingyang Demon Lord" from time to time in his heart.

I don't know what she's thinking.

But at the moment, everyone's attention was on the two people not far away.

In their minds, there may be another big war about to begin.

And this time, is He Yuan, who was born in the Yuan Demon Sect, superior, or is this Qingyang Demon Monarch who is carrying the momentum of a big victory a step higher?

Everyone, all looking forward to it!

……

The aura is chaotic, and the waves are raging in the fishing grounds.

A lonely boat, floating on the surface of the sea safely, unmoved.

Luo Chen stood in the sky with difficulty, his divine sense swept in all directions, and his face couldn't help but change.

Sensing the change in his demeanor, He Yuan chuckled lightly on the lonely boat, "This seat didn't lie to you!" In your current state, if these people rush to the top, what are your chances of winning? ”

Luo Chen took a deep breath and focused all his attention on He Yuan.

"In that case, I should indeed be thankful."

"Thank you for not needing, after all, you are a person from my Moluo lineage."

Luo Chen frowned, "I'm not!" ”

"You can be!" He Yuan put away his smile and said seriously: "You have the Blood Nightmare Order with you, and everyone will recognize you as the Bloodmare Lord." ”

Seeing that Luo Chen was silent, He Yuan patiently explained: "In this battle, you have offended too many people. The Qian family, the Wu family, Lianfeng, and Baizao Mountain, these forces will never let you go. There are so many monks who want to be fishermen, if you don't submit to me, do you really think you can leave calmly? ”

Luo Chen seemed to be intent on moving, and his face was hesitant.

After a while, he asked, "You...... What did the Bloodmare Streamer like about me? Alchemy? ”

He Yuan, who came on behalf of the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo, smiled again.

"Alchemy is one of them, or if you only have alchemy, you can only be regarded as a talent, dispensable. After all, with my Yuan Demon Sect background, even if I only save one or two, it is not so difficult to cultivate an excellent alchemist. ”

"What really made me determined was your performance in this battle!"

"The spells are exquisite, the physical skills are unmatched, and there is a hand of illusion that is difficult to guard. With such a spirit and spirit, there are no shortcomings in the three, even if my Yuan Demon Sect is still there, there are many heavenly pride, and you can also occupy a place. ”

"At the moment, I want to regain the glory of the Demon Sect, but I lack too much in all aspects. If you join, you may be a banner for me to be among the Jindan monks. ”

"Qingyang, this seat is really optimistic about you!"

Faced with these words, Luo Chen fell silent again.

In other places, many Jindan monks who heard this conversation in person couldn't help but hold their breath.

Thinking about it carefully, Luo Chen's performance in the battle before was really awe-inspiring.

It is even said that it is not just the spells, physical arts, and illusions that He Yuan talked about.

This person is in a formation, a slave beast, and even his natal magic weapon is quite obtainable.

By the way, there is also the alchemy mentioned in He Yuan's mouth!

No one expected that the Qingyang Demon Lord would still be an amazing alchemy master, making the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo all blue-eyed.

In this way, it is probably understandable why Wu Qi would work so hard to inquire about this person's whereabouts.

Everyone knows that Wu Qi has been trapped on the sixth layer of Jindan for many years, trying to promote to the late stage of Jindan but cannot.

If you get the help of the elixir, it may be overnight.

He Yuan gave Luo Chen enough time to think.

He also naturally sensed that Luo Chen was recovering his mana as much as possible, and the other party's momentum had a short recovery.

However, he didn't care about all this.

He is confident that everything is under control.

After a while, he asked, "How did you think about it?" ”

"I can promise that once you join, I can calm down the hunt of those small forces."

"Not only that, but I can also allow you to cultivate on a separate third-order island, and give you countless subordinates, ten furnace tops, and a small half-demon Luo flow force for you to drive away!"

Luo Chen raised his eyes, "What is the price?" ”

"Fight for me in all directions and make a name for Moroliu!" He Yuan replied without hesitation.

The corners of Luo Chen's mouth twitched, "Don't you think it's a bit overkill to let an alchemist go to the battlefield?" ”

He Yuan laughed, "In today's situation, Dan Dao is no more than Xiao Daoer, and only by fighting can we have a foothold." Let alone...... Isn't what you did just now just an alchemist going to the battlefield? ”

Luo Chen was dumbfounded.

Seeing that he was going to be silent again, He Yuan was a little impatient.

"Qingyang, this seat's patience is limited!"

Luo Chen took a deep breath again, and the little mana remaining in his body came up.

"One last question for you."

"You say."

"Are these conditions what you mean, or what the Blood Nightmare really means?"

He Yuan replied without thinking: "Of course it's this seat...... No, it's the meaning of the Bloodmare Streamer...... No, that's what I mean...... What the hell is wrong......"

A strange scene suddenly occurred.

Through this conversation, Luo Chen finally tested the strangeness he felt after meeting He Yuan.

This person, contradictory!

There are contradictions in what we say and do, what we think and what we think.

It gives people the feeling that one person is talking two words.

At first glance, those words were very much in line with He Yuan's identity as the representative of the Blood Nightmare Streamer.

The conditions that can be given seem to be what the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo himself said.

Waiting for the idle Jindan monk, where do you dare to boast and let half of the Demon Luo Liu be driven by Luo Chen?

Especially!

Under the previous fierce battle, Luo Chen had already shown enough strength.

Mo said that He Yuan is now on the fourth floor of Jindan, even if he is a great monk in the late stage of Jindan, he has to be careful with Luo Chen at this moment, how can he be so arrogant, and there is no one in his eyes.

There is only one answer.

This He Yuan, not He Yuan!

"That's it, let's talk about it when you think about it, I won't accompany you next!"

Luo Chen said a word, turned around and left.

On the sea, the lonely boat swayed, and He Yuan, who was still confused before, turned gloomy.

"Want to go?"

Just as he was about to make a move, Luo Chen, who had left before, suddenly turned his head suddenly, his eyes revealing a strange light.

He Yuan showed his white teeth, "Is it that illusion again?" This trick is useful to the master of the Hundred Mountains, but it is useless to me. ”

However, before that strange light could bloom, another invisible wave came from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The sea breeze was gusting, the robes were hunting, and He Yuanben, who was standing on the lonely boat, was disdainful, but the next moment it was like being hit hard.

With a sharp feeling, he broke through the defense of the divine soul and went straight into the depths of his sea of consciousness.

In the sea of knowledge, which is like a blood-colored ocean, there are suddenly turbulent waves.

A hazy phantom trapped in a sea of blood raised its head sluggishly.

At the same moment.

He Yuan's eyes met Luo Chen's eyes without hindrance.

Bloom again!

In just an instant, the hazy phantom shook all over his body, and a rich black light burst out from his soul body, pushing out frantically.

unexpectedly infected most of the blood-colored ocean.

"Old puppet, get out of here !!"

At this moment, He Yuan knows the sea, half of it is bright red, half of it is pitch black, and it is against the court!

"Damn it!"

With a roar, Yu Zhihai exploded.

The next moment, a blood shadow condensed from the sea of blood.

As he stepped step by step, the sea of blood advanced wildly, pressing back the black light that was still imposing before.

Seeing this, the black phantom knew that he had missed the last chance to struggle.

He looked at the blood shadow hatefully.

"Old horseman, you have disobeyed the teachings of your ancestors and done great rebellious things. When my ancestor returns, he will throw you into the Infernal Purgatory, and you will never be reborn! ”

"He Yuan, don't be delusional. Avatar Ancestor, can't come back! ”

The blood shadow let out a low cry and raised his hands.

Huge waves crashed down.

In the end, the endless sea of blood once again shrouded the black phantom.

At this moment, the sea of blood is calm, and the sea of knowledge is one.

The endless blood light turned into a blood robe and draped over the blood shadow, making his body more and more solid.

He glanced at this sea of knowledge, and his mind returned to the outside world.

When "He Yuan" opened his eyes again, there was no trace of Luo Chen on the Mojia fishing ground.

He muttered in a low voice: "No wonder this son made me feel so contradictory at the auction before, I thought it was a demonic body, a half-demon body." Now it seems that it is clearly a Yuan Infant Monk who hides a Yuan Infant Monk on his body. ”

"I was careless, and I almost suffered a big loss as a doppelganger."

"Yes, this is the only way to explain why my Blood Nightmare Order is blocked from perception, only a Yuanying real person of the same level as me can have that kind of means."

At this moment, a strong wind swept across the sea and arrived non-stop.

As soon as he arrived at the scene, he yelled: "Where is Luo Hai? ”

Before the roar stopped, the man's expression changed, and he subconsciously fell on He Yuan.

He Yuan looked at this person, first frowned, and then smiled.

"It's not for nothing!"

"The Lord of the Hundred Mountains, from now on, you will submit to my Demon Luo Bloodless Nightmare!"

The face of the mountain lord of Baizao Mountain changed, and he subconsciously withdrew and retreated.

"I, Baizao Mountain, have always pursued a neutral attitude on Lengguang Island, and will never interfere in the struggle between good and evil."

He Yuan smiled slightly and reached out to the other party.

"It's different!"

"From now on, whether it is Fei Leng City or Cold Light Island, they all belong to my Moluo Stream. There will be no accidents! ”

An earth-shattering bloody hand stretched out from He Yuan's body.

It is huge and smelly.

The owner of the Hundred Mountains showed the hill in his hand, and the majestic giant mountain unfolded again.

But with the bloody hand, the giant mountain collapsed inch by inch, and the owner of the Hundred Mountains wanted to show his means again, but a cold voice entered his ears, making him stop all resistance.

"Do you want to die?"

In the line of sight, there were many figures, and He Yuan's face was his own at once, and then changed to the face of the Blood Nightmare Demon Luo.

In a trance, He Yuan had come to the side of the Lord of the Hundred Mountains.

With his hands behind his back, He Yuan glanced at him and casually threw back the hill he had captured earlier.

The mountain lord swallowed his saliva, and then bent down in fear.

"Liang Baizao, see the flow master!"

He Yuan nodded slightly, his gaze looking in the direction of the extreme north.

"I'll give you a task. The Qingyang Demon Lord was seriously injured, his mana was empty, and he was no longer able to fight. Go and help me get it back! ”

Liang Baizao opened his mouth, wondering: "Am I alone?" That man has extraordinary means, many hole cards, and he is only afraid of ......"

"It's okay, you're just worried about the illusion. Once I cast a spell on you, it will have no effect on you. ”

As he spoke, He Yuan grabbed it with one hand.

In the sea below, a terrible howl suddenly sounded.

A phantom was captured from heaven and earth.

Liang Baizao was stunned for a moment, and with just one glance, he noticed the origin of the phantom.

It was the Jindan monk who built the mountains of his hundred mountains, who was good at wielding a giant hammer, and fell in the great war before.

He Yuan grabbed the soul, pinched the trick with both hands, and finally slapped his palm into Liang Baizao's body.

"Go ahead!"

"With this soul of substitution, you can be guaranteed to receive the three illusion attacks of the Qingyang Demon Lord. Three chances, enough for you to take it down. Oh, corpses, this seat is acceptable. ”

Liang Baizao took a deep breath, feeling the discomfort on his body gradually disappearing, but there was a touch of fear in his heart.

Isn't this Blood Nightmare Demon Luo rumored to be an elder of the Blood Sea of the Yuan Demon Sect?

How can you still be proficient in the technique of soul refining?

After Liang Baizao received the order to leave, He Yuan looked at the direction of Luo Chen's escape and snorted coldly.

"Let me suffer this loss, and you will have to pay a price!"

(End of chapter)