Mo Ci walked towards the river bank step by step, and the river gradually receded, revealing her tall and slender figure.

Wow –

She jerked her right hand.

With a thud, a huge turtle shell smashed into the muddy and sandy riverbank.

The shell is dark and stripeless, with deep or shallow scratches on it, and green algae growing around the edges.

After Mo Ci came ashore, he shook the water on his shirt at will, walked straight to the turtle shell and squatted down, and then bent his index finger and knocked on the turtle shell.

The voice was dull and rock-solid.

She couldn't help but look satisfied.

The turtle shell is of good quality, and it is an excellent material for refining defensive magic weapons, and it is not in vain that she has been fighting with the old turtle underwater for a long time.

Mo Ci's original intention of jumping into the river was to get rid of the mighty King Kong bear and create a reasonable reason to get out of trouble.

Unexpectedly, under the river lived a turtle beast in the foundation period.

As soon as Mo Ci entered the water, what awaited her was a sharp beak like a bird's beak.

Between the lightning and the fire, Mo Ci could only urge the Chaos Bead to cover up the fluctuations of his breath, and summoned the crimson chain in front of him to block the fatal blow.

Coincidentally, the turtle beast's pointed beak was impartial, and it happened to be stuck in the hole of the crimson chain.

One person and one turtle were stunned at the same time.

Then, Mo Ci was the first to react, she exerted force under her feet, turned over and sat on the back shell of the turtle beast.

The crimson chain centered on the turtle beast's sharp beak and circled around its neck.

Sensing the crisis, the turtle beast rolled and struggled wildly, and the river shook, rolling up layers of waves.

Mo Ci's body was lowered, his hands were holding the ends of the crimson chain, and the madness in his eyes was like a flame, scorching and pressing.

"I'll use you to refine my crimson chain! Open! ”

Ignoring the mud and sand poured into his mouth and nose, Mo Ci poured all the spiritual power in his body into the crimson chain.

The next moment, the cold and piercing crimson chain of the tentacles began to heat up, and the dark chain body glowed with a faint red light.

Mo Ci is one with the Crimson Chain, so he is not affected by it.

But the turtle beast was like a lightning strike, and even though its skin was rough and its flesh was thick, it could not bear the hot iron chains, and the scorching heat almost burned off a layer of its skin.

What was even more terrifying was that the heat of the crimson chain caused the temperature of the surrounding water to increase dramatically, and the turtle beast felt as if it was in a raging fire, and the pain was cracking.

It subconsciously wanted to retract the turtle shell, but was horrified to find that the chain was embedded in its neck, blocking the hole it went back to.

The danger of death reminds the turtle beast that in order to survive, it must first kill the outsiders on its back.

So it endured the pain of burning itself and slammed into the rocks at the bottom of the river, with all its might.

Bang bang bang!

The raging river water carried sediment and gravel into Mo Ci's mouth and nose, and a strong burning sensation spread all the way from his throat, and his lips and tongue were filled with the bitter and fishy smell of river sand.

She didn't seem to be affected, her expression didn't change in the slightest, and the speed of her spiritual power continued to increase.

At this time, Mo Ci suddenly sensed a wave of excitement.

She stared at it, the corners of her mouth curled up in a bloodthirsty arc.

As mentioned earlier, Crimson Chains feed on blood.

Scalding the turtle beast's outer skin is only the first step.

Beneath the hard skin is soft and delicious flesh and blood.

The crimson chain has been sealed in the sword mound for many years, and there is no blood food to feed it, and it is also decaying badly.

Now that it has finally touched the fresh flesh, it is ecstatic, like a beast that has opened meat, biting its prey fiercely and devouring it with great gusts.

The flesh and blood of the turtle beast turned into nutrients for the crimson chain, which made it grow stronger.

Mo Ci, as its owner, actually got a little spiritual feedback.

Correspondingly, the state of the turtle beast has deteriorated.

Finally, the turtle beast had no strength to struggle, and with a silent wail, it slowly sank.

Mo Ci also sank to the bottom of the river with it, until it completely lost its breath, and the crimson chain still did not let go.

But at this time, the thick neck of the turtle beast shrank greatly, and the white neck bone was faintly visible under the thin red flesh.

The turtle beast is the overlord of this river basin.

Except for the turtle beast, there were no other demon beasts nearby, and Mo Ci calmly waited underwater for the crimson chain to devour all the flesh and blood of the turtle beast before dragging the huge turtle shell ashore.

The mighty King Kong bear had already left, Mo Ci sat down cross-legged to rest for a while, and then used his spiritual power to dry his clothes.

In the process, no one came to disturb them.

Mo Ci breathed a long sigh of relief.

Her plan worked!

The Lord of Yunhe Peak really didn't pay attention to her small movements.

Thinking about it, there are Shen Yunge, the beloved disciple of the Yunhe Peak Lord, and Chen Zidu, the kendo genius she is optimistic about, and she has very little attention on other disciples.

As long as her breath was still there and didn't fluctuate much, she wouldn't be distracted.

What's more, Mo Ci's status is low, and she disdains to focus on Mo Ci.

Mo Ci was able to rely on the Chaos Bead to hide from the sky and the sea.

"It's hard to get a good opportunity again, and this is my chance."

Mo Ci's eyes burst into light.

The little beast in the mountain in front of the Qingyun Sect had low spiritual power, and it could not pose a threat to her, and under the interference of the Heavenly Dao, it would be difficult to catch a small beast in ten days and a half months.

But in the roaring mountains and forests, monsters are everywhere, and killing machines everywhere, Mo Ci's extreme luck has become the best bait.

It doesn't take much effort on her part, and the monster will come to the door without moving.

Under the cover of the Chaos Bead, no one would notice that she was cultivating evil arts with demon beasts.

All she has to do is seize this hard-won opportunity to turn all the demon beasts into sacrifices to the Rakshasa Blood Record, and help her rise to the top.

The decision has been made, and Mo Ci no longer thinks about it.

She chose a direction with her own senses, picked up the turtle shell on the ground, and jumped away.

In order to attract the attention of the demon beast, she did not hide her breath with the Chaos Orb, and walked through the woods, eager to leave her scent on every leaf.

Sure enough, not long after, Mo Ci met another mountain and forest demon beast after the mighty King Kong bear.

It was covered in tan scales, and from a distance, it almost blended in with the rocks, and its limbs were stout, and it dragged a long, powerful and thick tail behind it.

At first, Mo Ci didn't notice it.

It was too well hidden, and its rank was higher than that of Mo Ci, so it was mistaken for a mountain rock.

When Mo Ci passed through that area, the long tail of the demon beast was like a long whip, cutting through the sky, and it suddenly became difficult.

Mo Ci didn't think about it, and erected the turtle shell.

Bang!

Mo Ci was pumped out along with the turtle shell.

After breaking several trees in a row, Mo Ci stopped retreating.

Run!

With just one face, Mo Ci knew that this was far from being a demon beast that she could solve.

When fighting the turtle beast, the turtle beast despised her and exposed her shortcomings, which made her take the advantage.

And now she has fallen into a disadvantage, not to run now, let alone when.

Fortunately, the monster's tail flick only left a white mark on the turtle shell.

Mo Ci picked up the turtle shell and ran forward without looking back.

While enduring the severe pain from her internal organs, she scolded the thief God in her heart.

When the monk cultivates spells, his five senses will be improved, and a faint sense will be born in the dark.

Powerful monks can follow their senses to avoid evil and seek good fortune.

And when Mo Ci chose the road, he chose the safest road according to his induction.

Now it seems that where is the way of life, it is clearly a dead end!