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Cold, fatigue, and all kinds of uncomfortable feelings wrapped Cheng Yun, and when he woke up from his coma, he was already in a warm embrace.

Raising her head, what Cheng Yun saw was Xi Mengyao's face, her face was hideous, and it was no longer as beautiful as before.

"Don't worry, no one can hurt you anymore!" Xi Mengyao noticed Cheng Yun's awakening in her arms, and looked at Cheng Yun's eyes, which were much less cold and more tender.

Cheng Yun looked around with difficulty, at this time, there were tens of thousands of monks gathered here, Xi Mengyao held Cheng Yun, and stood in the eyes of these monks.

The breath emitted by Xi Mengyao is the breath of the Heavenly Demon, and when she went through the dream created by the Illusion Soul Technique, Xi Mengyao's mind was touched by the dream, and the Heavenly Demon Soul that lived in her body seized the opportunity to exude endless demonic energy.

After waking up from the illusion soul technique, Xi Mengyao suppressed the demon soul of that day, but her body was already filled with the power of demon beasts, and her cultivation became the peak of the Blazing Sun Realm in a short period of time.

These tens of thousands of monks, under Xi Mengyao's heavenly demon aura, none of them dared to act rashly, when they saw Cheng Yun full of white hair, seriously injured and dying, Xi Mengyao almost instantly burst out, and killed the eight monks of the first sect that day with a single blow.

"Long Nights and Many Dreams!"

In the crowd, a loud voice sounded, and before the monk could fully utter his words, a demonic aura swung out and killed the monk.

"Cheng Yun is the weakness of this female cultivator!" After Xi Mengyao killed the monk, the crowd was boiling, and among them, some people saw that Xi Mengyao attached great importance to Cheng Yun and spoke.

In an instant, dozens of people shot together, and their target was not Xi Mengyao but Cheng Yun in her arms.

Looking down and seeing Cheng Yun's old face, Cheng Yun, who was originally a young man, was already an old man who seemed to be dying at this time, Xi Mengyao felt a pain in her heart, and noticed the dozens of monks who made a move, Xi Mengyao's eyebrows were full of anger, and she raised her hand to wave dozens of demonic qi.

Although these demonic qi are not powerful spell powers, they are the heavenly demon soul from Xi Mengyao's body, and the breath of the heavenly demon alone makes these monks unable to resist.

"You all have to die! you all have to die!" Xi Mengyao raised her head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the huge wolf shadow behind her suddenly increased, turning into a body the size of a thousand zhang, far away from the tens of thousands of monks.

"Miss is angry!" Mo San's figure appeared at this time, and after he received the token issued by Cheng Yun, he immediately left.

"You're going to stop me too?" Xi Mengyao sneered and looked at Mo San, at this time she seemed to be no longer the Xi Mengyao that Mo San was familiar with.

"Even if these monks offend the young lady, the young lady does not need to be angry with these monks, and the old slave will do the work for him. Mo San was tepid, moved to Xi Mengyao's side, a mysterious handprint pressed, and the wolf shadow behind Xi Mengyao quickly faded and re-entered Xi Mengyao's body.

When the wolf shadow behind Xi Mengyao subsided, her momentum decreased rapidly, and she did not stop until the middle of the Star Condensing Realm, she held Cheng Yun, and under the protection of Mo San, she glared angrily at everyone.

"Senior Mo, don't embarrass Jin Kuizong!" Cheng Yun struggled to say the words to Mo San, and then he passed out again, he had reached the end of the crossbow.

When Mo San saw Cheng Yun, he was almost unrecognizable, hearing Cheng Yun's voice, and perceiving Cheng Yun's breath, he confirmed that the person in Xi Mengyao's arms was Cheng Yun, he saw Cheng Yun like this, his heart was also shocked, and he nodded slowly.

"Monk of the Jin Kui Sect, within three breaths, leave!"

Mo San's shocking voice echoed in the Demon Hunting City, and after the monks belonging to the Jin Kui Sect hugged their fists at Cheng Yun and Mo San, they turned around and left without hesitation.

Seeing the monks of Jin Kuizong leaving, some of these monks wanted to fish in troubled waters and pretend to be in it, and Mo San's words once again shocked everyone's hearts.

"Non-Jin Kui Sect monks, departed, die!"

When these words were shouted, dozens of monks immediately spurted blood and fell to the ground and died, none of them were monks from the Jin Kui Sect, but people who wanted to take this opportunity to escape.

When the dozens of monks died, these monks no longer had the idea of escaping, they stood quietly in place, not daring to make a move, Mo San, it was a monk of the Holy Soul Realm, his momentum spread, and no one could resist.

"Senior, we have no ill will towards that fellow Daoist!, but we are attracted by the demonic aura it exudes. In the crowd, a monk at the peak of the Sun Realm took a few steps forward and said with a fist at Mo San.

"If what you say is not true, die. Mo San didn't bother to listen to the monk's argument at all, and raised his hand to play a magical power.

"Senior! is the Nine Dao Sect" The monk hurriedly reported the sect he belonged to, but before the words fell, a huge handprint pressed down from the sky above him, directly crushing the monk into a pile of minced meat.

The peak monk of the Scorching Sun Realm is a strong man in the wilderness, but in front of the Holy Soul Realm monk, there is no chance, and this Scorching Sun Realm monk will not have time to resist, or he will be wiped out by Mosan.

Among the crowd, there were many people who knew the dead monk, after all, every peak monk of the Sun Realm was famous, and when they saw that this monk was easily killed by Mo San, among them, a few of them had already guessed the monk of Mo San and shouted out the words of the Holy Soul Realm.

"Holy Soul Realm! He's a Holy Soul Realm monk!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, the news of the monks of the Holy Soul Realm, among these tens of thousands of monks, a violent storm was set off, they no longer had luck in their hearts, although their hearts were turbulent, they were forcibly calm and stayed in place, if the monks of the Holy Soul Realm wanted to kill them, it was just as easy as a hand.

"Anyone who is disrespectful to my young lady, regardless of his identity, will die. Mo San's tone was flat, but it was frightening.

At this time, the monks belonging to the Jin Kui Sect had already left, and the remaining monks were almost heartbroken when they heard Mo San's words, but even so, none of them tried to escape or resist.

"Miss, offended. ”

Mo San bowed slightly to Xi Mengyao, and a hand duel was struck, and a subtle opening was made in Xi Mengyao's fingers, and from it, a drop of blood flew out, and after the blood flew out, the wound healed quickly, as if it had never appeared.

The drop of blood that flew out, under the operation of Mo San's spiritual power, turned into a monstrous sea of blood, dyeing this piece of heaven and earth red.

"Blood Clotting!"

Mo San let out a low sigh, and in the sea of blood that enveloped this place, came out of the strange creatures with blood-colored colors, they were short in stature, and their bodies were red, floating in the air like spirits.

"Don't resist, resistant, die!"

Mosa shouted, and no monk doubted the veracity of his words, which cost him his life.

This blood-colored creature clings to the body of the monks present, they seem to have a strange connection with these monks, when they get close, the color will change, and the blood-colored creatures on the bodies of tens of thousands of monks emit three different kinds of light.

White, black, and red, this is the color of the light emitted by the blood-colored creatures, Mo San pointed with one hand and said loudly: "Wait, leave!"

These words were clearly addressed to all the monks, but only the monks who had blood-colored beings emitting white light attached to their bodies heard it, and when they heard it, they all started their cultivation and quickly left, and they accounted for as much as sixty percent of the monks present.

The exercises practiced by Mo San were extremely sensitive to blood, and he used a drop of Xi Mengyao's blood as a guide to divide the monks here into three grades.

The first level is a monk who has no ill will towards Xi Mengyao and has not made a move against him, this kind of monk, the light emitted by the blood-colored creatures clinging to him is white.

The second-class monk, who had been malicious to Xi Mengyao, may not have made a move, or maybe he has only slightly used some spiritual power, and the light emitted by this kind of monk who clings to the blood-colored creature is black.

The last class monk had the idea of taking Xi Mengyao's life, and the blood-colored creatures they clinged to were crimson.

The blood-colored creature is Mo San's use of Xi Mengyao's blood as a guide to perform a secret technique, as long as he has evil thoughts about Xi Mengyao, he will never escape the detection of the blood-colored creature.

"Wait, although you are guilty, the sin will not lead to death, within ten years, you will not be able to make an inch of cultivation, and you will leave quickly!"

As Mo San's words fell, the remaining two percent of the monks present moved rapidly, as if one more step in the evening would kill them.

The blood-colored creatures behind them suddenly moved, leaving an imprint in their bodies, that imprint was extremely faint, but it was enough to last for ten years, with this imprint, these monks would not have any more cultivation within ten years, no matter what.

"Wait, if you want to hurt my young lady, this crime should be punished!" Mo San raised his hand and slapped it, stirring up the chaos of the sea of blood, and from it, countless palms descended, and each palm corresponded to a monk.

None of the remaining twenty percent of the monks survived under the magic of Mosan, and their flesh and blood were scattered all over the ground, dyeing the place red.