"Huh?" The man frowned, but instantly reacted and said, "Mao Daoyou is saying that he has a spirit beast bag on him?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately looked shocked, but in an instant they turned into greed.

You must know that in the entire cultivation world, there are not many spirit beast bags, compared to the storage rings that can only be possessed by ordinary sect masters, this spirit beast bag is the symbol of the Yuan Infant Sage, and only they can enjoy it.

Seeing everyone's expressions, the old man surnamed Mao naturally understood their thoughts, but in his heart he secretly shouted that if the other party was not the blood relative of a certain old monster, I am afraid that he would not give such a treasure to the other party for protection.

Even if they kill it, it is difficult to ensure that there is any special mark on its body, and if the old monster comes to the door, it will not be good.

"Yuan Daoyou is right, this person must have a spirit beast bag on his body, otherwise how would a demon beast appear?" said the old man surnamed Mao slightly.

Everyone thought about it for a while, and they all agreed, and they were also glad in their hearts.

If the other party is really killed, it is really difficult to protect the old monster behind the other party, will there be any special way to find out and find the door.

After some discussion, the dead people on the ground were turned into ashes with their vitality, and the storage bags on their bodies were also divided among the people, so they quickly left this place.

This is the case in the cultivation world, for the sake of profit, they are temporarily together, and they are guaranteed to have no one to care about them after death, and maybe they will be abandoned in the wilderness.

It's just that they don't know that there is any old monster behind Wang Mo, and there are a few old monsters who can't wait to drain his soul and refine his soul.

......

"Whoosh!"

Wang Mo turned into a puff of green smoke and hurried through the Blood Desert, trying to avoid places where there were monks.

After all, he acted alone, and every time he met a group of monks, he would think about killing him and taking the treasure.

He was not a murderer in the first place, and in order to reduce unnecessary trouble, he could only act like this.

And the purpose of his trip was not to follow the old man's instructions to go to the place marked in his jade slip to meet the other three, but to go to a demon sect.

Back then, the battle between immortals and demons was shattered, and this Langya Secret Continent was the most prosperous place for the original demon monks.

There are three top-level demon cultivation sects in it alone, and there is only one top-level sect of the Immortal Dao, if it weren't for the rest of the sects in the Tianfeng Continent rushing to participate in the melee, I'm afraid it wouldn't have caused such a big battle.

Of course, there are other reasons for this, the number of strong people tens of thousands of years ago is far from comparable to what it is now, there are dozens of God Transformation Monks alone, not to mention that there are several clutch powers participating in the war.

A big battle came down, and it eventually led to this disaster.

Wang Mo's purpose was to go to the Moro Sect, one of the top sects of the Demon Dao back then!

From Tang Zhenye's memory, it was learned that a group of them got a great opportunity from the Moro Sect, and then stepped into the ranks of the Yuan Infant Sages.

The Demon Dao Sect's forbidden formation is strange and varied, and even after so many years of exploration, there are still many places that have not been opened.

And Wang Mo claimed that he had many treasures in his hands, which could be said to have more chances of winning than Tang Zhenye and his party back then, that is, he wanted to open a few of the secret places and obtain the treasures inside, so that he could get out after getting out of the Langya secret realm.

He has always been cautious and cautious, but he will not leave his safety in the hands of that mysterious old man, he is used to seeing unscrupulous means in the cultivation world for the sake of the end, not to mention that there is a Tong Yansu waiting for him to appear outside.

Wang Mo didn't think about killing a few monks from other states, using the method of refining gods and searching for souls, finding out the exits of other states, and changing his body into it.

But over the years, the monks of other states have already had a way of dealing with this kind of thing.

Those who accompanied the Yuan Infant Sage would conduct a strict examination of the foundation building monks who came out every time, but if they found that they were monks from other states, they would not mind killing them.

This situation, in the memory of Tang Zhenye and others, also has a detailed explanation, Wang Mo does not want to take such a risk.

After running for several days, and finally seeing the majestic mountains in his memory, Wang Mo was stunned, waved his hand to take out the night demon hidden clothes and put them on, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Moro Mountain, tens of thousands of years ago, was the territory of the Moro Sect, the top sect of the Demon Dao, the terrain is extremely dangerous, and the Moro Sect cultivates the Moro Blood Divine Skill, which is weird and domineering and ferocious, and few monks dare to come here to spread wild.

But after the collapse of the Langya Continent, this place became a place where monks were keen to hunt for treasures in the future, even though the danger here was far greater than that of other sects.

Because of the bloody nature of its cultivation exercises, this Moro Mountain later turned into a breeding ground for the demon clan, and the resentment was the strongest.

However, all the monks who come here to hunt for treasure will not stay here for more than half a year, because if they stay for a long time, although there is no danger of being assimilated into demons by the resentful qi, they will still be contaminated by the resentful qi and their mental nature will change greatly.

In the Moro Mountain, the most are the many blood pools left behind by the monks of the Moro Sect when they cultivated the secret method of the Blood Dao, and the blood demons derived from them.

This kind of demon, along with the accumulation of resentment in the blood pool, is born by clinging to the bones in the blood pool, although there is no powerful spell, but its blood demon qi, and the body that has been sacrificed, is the most difficult to destroy.

Therefore, when many monks come to Moro Mountain to hunt for treasures, most of them will prepare some thunder and fire spell runes and treasures, because in the cultivation world, except for the rare thunder spells, only the fire system can be slightly restrained.

Of course, the spells and treasures of other systems can also resist the demonic energy, but they are not as effective as these two spells.

Boom, a loud bang came out, and the gray mist filled the air, resounding around Mount Moro, apparently a monk had entered Mount Moro and encountered the Blood Devil.

The sky was filled with strange howls like ghosts crying wolves, making people feel as if they had entered the hell of Shura.

"Fellow Daoists, don't be stingy with the treasures in your hands, as long as we kill these blood demons and break this ghost formation, the treasures inside can let us enter the realm of Yudan!" An old man in gorgeous clothes sacrificed a red spirit knife.

Turning into a fire dragon sword more than ten zhang long, slashing those blood-colored figures again and again, bursts of unpleasant fishy smell steamed.

I saw those blood-colored figures, more than twice as tall as ordinary people, with long and narrow limbs, several sharp claws stretched out, and dark red blood mist wrapped around their bodies, but their eyes were strangely black, and they screamed strangely, and rushed towards a group of more than a dozen monks.

Not far away, there is a blood-colored pit several feet square, and from time to time, blood devils crawl out of it and join the battle circle.

The cultivation of these blood demons, all of them have the strength of the early stage of foundation building, and they are the most fearless of death, and their only thought is to devour flesh and blood.

"That's right, fellow Daoists, work hard, as long as these blood demons are eradicated, we can enter the secret room!" another old man shouted to the person next to him with a little excitement, "The third one is in formation!"

When the two old men who were somewhat similar to him heard this, they instantly shifted their shapes and positions, pinched and found out, sacrificed a few strange-shaped spiritual weapons, and the three of them formed a formation, fighting with the blood demon who pounced.

In an instant, more than a dozen spiritual weapons flew in the air, and the Dao Dao sword and sword were like weaving into a huge net, enveloping the blood demon, and more than a dozen of them were cut to pieces in an instant.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer blood demons trapped in the monks, but everyone did not feel the slightest lighthearted, because they had made a detailed understanding before they came.

After these blood demons are killed, they will inevitably condense again to form a more powerful blood demon, and only by killing them again and dissipating the resentment in them can they truly die.

If it weren't for that, even if the blood demon was to be smashed, they would still be entangled.

I saw that after the dozens of blood demons were killed, there was another change in the field.

Between the scattered bones, they were implicated by the dark red silk threads, changing shapes, countless skulls were piled up into strange skeletons several feet tall, and the empty eyes seemed to have black flames burning, and the breath of a body had reached an amazing late stage of foundation building.

"Fellow Daoists, hurry up!" Seeing this, the old man before pointed at the spirit knife and slashed at the giant skeleton.

When the rest of the people heard this, they didn't dare to slack off, and they sacrificed their powerful spells and spiritual weapons one after another, and for a while, a big battle was set off again in the field.

But this giant skeleton is obviously not comparable to those blood demons in the early stage of foundation building, and the bloody aura of its body is not known how many times stronger, and those attacks are all blocked.

And although its body has become larger, its flexibility has not weakened at all, and it has even been enhanced, and its body is shrouded in red mist, like a flame burning, but it emits bursts of cold air.

"Click!"

The upper and lower jaws of the mouth-like skeleton collided, making an oozing sound, and its body shook to dodge several powerful attacks and pounce on the monks.

A monk who couldn't dodge was approached by a giant skeleton when he landed, and he puffed up his vitality shield to resist the giant skeleton in the hope that his companions would have time to rescue him.

But he obviously underestimated the strength of the giant skeleton, and the ten red rays that were several feet long like fingernails, like knives breaking through leather, slashed its vitality cover with a snort.

In the monk's frightened and desperate eyes, it instantly swept around him, but strangely, not a trace of blood splattered, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a trace of red mist and merged into the skeleton.

And with the infusion of this monk's flesh and blood, the aura on the body of the loud skull was even more condensed, and there was actually a trace of red dots in its originally dark eyes, but it was not very obvious.

It all happened so quickly, but in the blink of an eye, before everyone could react, the monk had been slashed and devoured by the giant skeleton, and his body shook and pounced on the other monk again.

In the midst of galloping, there are gusts of cold wind, and the huge body with the majestic and strange momentum is daunting.

"Kill, reward for Liu Daoyou!" A trace of jealousy flashed in the old man's eyes before, and then he took the lead in killing the giant skeleton.

Although the rest of the people were temporarily shocked by the power of the giant skeleton, fortunately, everyone's cultivation was not weak, and they would not be afraid of this foreign object with the same cultivation as them, and they quickly regained their spirits and besieged the giant skeleton.