"What's going on?"

Thirteen Origin Blood, the Ink Evil can be understood, after all, it is normal for the Blood Condensation Realm to give birth to thirteen Blood, but what is the situation if one of them is not the same color?

Swish!

The blood of the origin was withdrawn into the body by the ink evil and placed in his heart to be warmed, and he silently felt the familiarity revealed by the blood of the origin.

"This red is the Soul Killing Root?"

Mo Xie was stunned, he felt a familiar aura on this red Origin Blood, it was the Spirit Killing Root.

But now is not the time to study these, he has already found that he is in the limelight, and his body is suspended in mid-air, as for why it didn't fall, Mo Xie can't say why, immediately his body sank suddenly, and the whole person fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

The altar next to it has been reduced to a ruin, and probably no monk will choose to break through here after this.

"That's a lot of people. ”

In front of Mo Xie stood a large group of monks in the Qi training period, the realms were uneven, including Mo Wudao with hatred on his face, Murong Yurou with an expressionless face who seemed to have a crush on him, the monk of Barbarian King Mountain who had helped him, and one of the six killers who had been pit by himself and had a relationship with each other, the six killers at this moment were hidden among the monks, judging from their breath, they had successfully broken through the Qi refining period, but this cultivation was nothing in the eyes of Mo Xie. Solving them is just a matter of a wave of your hand.

"He is the monk who ascended to the top of the altar, kill him and you can seize the creation!"

At this time, the crowd didn't know who suddenly shouted, and the voice was very harsh, as if a big man was pinching his throat and shouting.

A group of monks immediately let out a burst of restlessness and discussion when they heard this voice, although the chance of killing the ink evil to seize the creation is very small, but because of the natural inferiority and jealousy of human beings, these monks will still believe it.

As long as they are out of the Myriad Spirits Secret Realm, they will no longer be Tianjiao, no one will respect them, no one will follow them as before, and the resources provided by the sect will be greatly reduced.

It became like an ordinary disciple they once despised.

"Kill him!"

"I want to seize creation, I am Tianjiao. ”

"I don't want to become an ordinary disciple, I don't want to live a life of idleness. ”

Suddenly a cacophony emanated from the crowd, like an epidemic, and began to spread among the monks.

Brush!

A sound of breaking the air appeared, and one of the people in the crowd, Tianjiao from a small sect, was the first to rush forward with a sword.

He looked ordinary, his eyes were blood-red, and the black lines were like spider webs all over his face, and the triple cultivation of refining qi suddenly burst out, and he went mad, and cracks appeared in his Dao heart, and he was taken advantage of by the heart demon.

The Dao Heart is the driving force and source for a monk to move forward, and the monks with great perseverance basically have an indestructible Dao Heart to support themselves, otherwise the Dao Heart is broken or not firm, and the realm will not break through, and they will hesitate outside the door for life.

What's more, they will go crazy and attract the heavenly demons to take away, such as the one in front of them.

Mo Xie's eyes froze, his complexion did not change at all, he raised his hand slightly, stretched out one of his fingers, and the wind was light and empty.

The scarlet blood-killing spirit power suddenly appeared, forming a spear in mid-air, and with the sound of whistling wind, it flew over the body of the mad monk.

Thump!

There was a muffled sound, and smoke suddenly flew from the ground, mixed with a large amount of blood.

In front of his peak qi refining, the triple cultivation of qi refining was the same as an ant, and he didn't even need to exert much strength, and he could easily kill it in seconds.

Quiet!

Deathly silence!

The monk who couldn't name the Qi Refining Triple taught a lesson to the other eager monks at the cost of death.

Although it is true that killing the Ink Evil may be able to seize the Creation, but he ignores the most important thing among them, that is, the cultivation of the Ink Evil.

Now there are only a few monks in the entire field who can take a few moves of the ink evil, the void who survives the world-destroying tribulation is one, Murong Yurou is counted as one, and the steel-like body of the Barbarian Iron Mountain is also counted.

There are also two other Tianjiao of the Afterlife Sect, as for the other monks, it's not that the ink evil is arrogant, he really doesn't pay attention to it, it's like an ant on the side of the road yelling at you, ignore it when you're happy, but when you're in a bad mood, it's a matter of a finger.

"Since you have chosen to be my enemy, then let's all stay. ”

Mo Xie smiled brightly at everyone, he would not let these monks leave, because once he revealed what he had done to the Afterlife Sect and the other four sects, I am afraid that he would only have a dead end.

The four sects alone can easily wipe out themselves, not to mention that there is a more terrifying Afterlife Sect than the four sects, it's not that the ink evil doesn't have confidence, but the difference in strength among them is too big to compete with at all.

"Run!"

The previous harsh voice appeared here, and this time Mo Xie was already vigilant in his heart, his eyes were sharp, and he caught the sneaky Mo Wudao in the crowd at once.

"Then you're the first to go under the knife!"

Mo Xie suddenly remembered what happened in the illusion, and his hatred for the Mo family rose to a new level, and Mo Wudao just hit this muzzle.

"Mother, the little evil wants to avenge you!"

The illusion in the dark is based on the memories in the mind of the ink evil, and the death of the ink evil is not false, but a real thing.

Because he witnessed what happened with his own eyes, it hit him very hard, and his mind automatically sealed this memory, but because of the dark illusion, this memory was unsealed.

As for whether Zhou Die's illusion was true or false, Mo Xie had no way of knowing, but he was frightened because of this, afraid that he would really face this matter, so he planned to take Zhou Die out of Huofeng City after eliminating all hidden dangers.

"Die!"

Mo Xie let out a loud shout, and the momentum of the peak of Qi refining burst out from his body, forming a violent wind, and the whole person turned into an afterimage, rushing into the crowd like a wolf entering a flock.

Collapse the mountain!

The power of concussion!

The ink evil's pitch-black right hand clenched into a fist, and the transparent concussive power condensed into the fist, like a thin film that wrapped the fist in an instant...

Peng!

Yes!

The muffled sound of flesh breaking and the terrible screams were mixed together, and a large amount of minced flesh flew out of Mo Wudao's body with blood.

"Why are you so strong!"

Mo Wudao's eyes flying in mid-air were gloomy, containing a strong color of unwillingness and jealousy, he came to the Myriad Spirits Secret Realm this time to obtain a lot of creation, and his cultivation climbed from the eighth level of the Blood Condensation Realm to the second level of Qi refining, which can be said to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

Returning to the sect, although his status and resources have decreased slightly, he can rely on the Mo family behind him to become a disciple of the elders in the sect.

has become a heavenly pride admired by thousands of people.

However, he encountered the ink evil, this thirteenth brother he had only met once since he was a child, he was able to surpass all the Tianjiao to pick up the greatest creation here, and even led to the heavenly tribulation that surpassed the world-destroying heavenly tribulation.

The fire of jealousy burned in his heart, why is he stronger than me, why is he edified, why is he ...... Why......

Mo Wudao's eyes gradually dimmed, the center of his chest had disappeared, and in its place was a chilling terrifying hole, the size of a basin, in which all the internal organs had turned into minced meat, and the breath of life had gradually disappeared.

Thump!

With a muffled sound, Mo Wudao fell to the ground, and after his limbs twitched unconsciously, he died completely.

"Run, we are not this person's opponent, when we go out, tell the elders of the sect to help me kill this person!"

The other monks around saw that the monks who were refining qi and couldn't get a single blow under the hands of Mo Xie, they immediately became frightened, and they fled far away without looking back, which gave Mo Xie a little headache.

"What a nuisance!"

He scratched his head irritably, without any worries, but felt that it was troublesome to pull them out one by one and kill them.

When the Myriad Souls Secret Realm is opened, there is no way to leave in advance, only by waiting for the end of the Myriad Souls Secret Realm to leave, and now there are seven days before the end, these seven days are enough time for the ink evil, after all, killing them will not waste much time.

"Aren't you going to run?"

Mo Xie looked back at the three people of the Afterlife Sect, the three people of the Barbarian King Mountain, and Murong Yurou who were still standing in place, and a look of interest crossed his eyes.

"Run away?haha, don't make me laugh, I'm going to make you pay for the tricks you played on me before!"