Although the blood sandworm lives by devouring flesh and blood, in this vast desert, where does it come from, there is a lot of flesh and blood for it to devour, so most of the time it still has to devour the blood and sand, absorbing a little bit of blood and resentment inside.

And the blood sand that has been absorbed and spit out by the blood sand worm refining and absorption, because it has been removed from the resentment in it, and it has been corroded by the strong acid in the blood sand worm's body, and the little bit of essence left gathers to form a precious third-order treasure - blood sand gold.

Because it is contaminated with blood and energy, this blood sand gold is a precious treasure that can be integrated into a variety of magic weapons.

The reason why Wang Mo entered the Blood Sand Worm Cave was to find this Blood Sand Gold.

His own cultivation of the "Five Elements Refining Body True Gang", although he has not reached the stage of being able to refine third-order treasures, but the treasures are ahead, but he can't let them go.

Looking cautiously ahead, his divine sense only leaned out about a hundred meters around his body, beware of the sudden attack of the blood sandworm, and held the demon spirit pocket tightly in his hand and walked forward.

There is a demon spirit pocket to restrain the blood sandworm, but it is not afraid of being treasured by the other party.

Dense pit passages, Wang Mo carefully investigated, and then flashed into one of the most inconspicuous caves.

After marching about the tea kungfu, they came to a huge empty underground cavern.

When I entered the eye, I saw that on the wall of the cave with Guanghua, there were fine small eyes, which were the nests of blood sandworms.

On the top of the cave, dozens of column-shaped protrusions are particularly conspicuous, and from time to time a little dark golden brilliance falls to the ground, laying a thick layer on the ground like dark red golden sand, which is the purpose of Wang Mo's trip.

Seeing these treasures, Wang Mo casually threw out the demon spirit pocket, wrapping the roof of the cave and even the entire cave wall.

When those blood sandworms saw the invasion of foreign enemies, they naturally swarmed up, wanting to devour them, but they were all blocked by the demon spirit pocket, and they couldn't get close to Wang Mo's body.

The black mist on the demon spirit pocket was filled, and he pounced excitedly on the blood sandworm, and the blood sandworm desperately wanted to escape, but the demonic energy seemed to be pervasive, as long as it was entangled, the blood sandworm could not break free, and finally turned into nothingness and was swallowed by the demon spirit.

At Wang Mo's feet, there were also a lot of blood sandworms that came out, but after being slapped a few times by Wang Molei's Zhenyuan, and after stuning them, dozens of fire-based talismans were issued, and they turned into a piece of flying ash.

Countless tiny blood sandworms burst out from the ground and pounced on Wang Mo's body protection Zhengang, spitting out a trace of viscous stomach acid from time to time, and the corroded body protection Zhengang made a piercing sound, followed by billowing green smoke.

However, the vast majority of the blood sandworms were blocked by the Demon Spirit Pocket, but it was difficult to form an effective attack, and in the end, Wang Mo took a lot of effort to kill them.

The sporadic appearance of blood sandworms can no longer pose a threat to him.

These little things, when they are awake, a large number of blood sandworms rush up, which can be described as extremely difficult, but just when they encounter something that can restrain them, they are no longer powerless.

He dodged and appeared in the middle of the cave, sending out a true yuan that turned into a giant palm, scooping up the blood sand gold on the ground and putting it into the storage bag.

Without the harassment of blood sandworms, Wang Mo quickly collected the blood sand gold on the ground, and was about to take the demon spirit pocket back, when he suddenly found that there were dozens of storage bags in the corner.

Seeing these storage bags, he took them all in front of him, took out the contents one by one, put them into his storage bag, threw the empty storage bag in his hand, and recalled the demon spirit pocket.

After glancing around to make sure that nothing was missed, his figure flashed and floated towards the entrance of the cave.

After the tea, looking at the exit that was getting closer and closer, Wang Mo stepped a little, accelerated suddenly, and jumped out.

But before he could stand firm, dozens of spell attacks were quickly shot at him.

"Hmph!" In the face of danger, with a quick flick of his right hand, he saw five golden rings flying out quickly, blocking several attacks.

Then with a touch of the storage bag, he took out a strange-shaped shield surrounded by eight sharp blades and held it in his hand, encouraging the true yuan around him, and the shield instantly soared in brilliance, protecting his body.

But the ensuing attacks, the waves of impact, made Wang Mo's body tremble, and he suddenly stood unsteadily, falling towards the entrance of the cave.

"Drink!"

Stepping on the solid ground under his feet, Wang Mo's eyes flashed with coldness, and he slightly withdrew left and right to place the shield on the left side of his body, and his right palm quickly poked out, and he saw a touch of blue-gold giant palm instantly sacrificed.

After the completion of the Ben Lei Palm, he completely made up for the shortcomings of the slow gathering of true yuan, and Wang Mo had already done it from the heart after years of practice.

At this time, with all your might, the update is infinitely powerful.

In the roar, I saw several spiritual weapons that were chasing into the cave, and they were instantly slapped away by the giant palm, and I vaguely heard a few screams from outside the cave.

It was the severe pain caused by the Thunder True Yuan who injured the divine consciousness attached to the spiritual weapon.

The people outside the cave seemed to be shocked by Wang Mo's strength, and the attack seemed to be stagnant, Wang Mo's divine sense locked on this gap, and with a slight mistake under his feet, his body turned into more than a dozen phantoms, flashing out of the hole.

After those phantoms came out of the hole, they gradually faded away, and Wang Mo's body finally condensed, which was the secret technique of the Wandering Technique, but Wang Mo was just a beginner.

But Rao is like this, the seven or eight people who attacked Wang Mo were also shocked by his strange body on the spot, and after a slight hesitation, they sacrificed their spiritual weapons to kill Wang Mo again.

Looking at these disciples who seemed to be from a certain sect, Wang Mo knew in his heart that they must not know how to hide his divine sense from the investigation, and found that he was able to kill the blood sandworm before, but he did not dare to enter the blood sandworm cave in person, so he ambushed here in order to kill people and seize the treasure.

Whoever kills, people will always kill him!

This is the principle that Wang Mo has always believed in, and as soon as his divine sense moved, the magic sound ring roared, and it smashed towards several of them.

What's more, in this secret realm, I don't know how many killing scenes have been staged, these people can be said to be unscrupulous for the sake of treasures, and if they dare to kill people and seize treasures, they must have the consciousness of being killed.

These people saw that Wang Mo was alone and didn't take it seriously, but at this time, they found that Wang Mo was extremely difficult, but the third-order treasure in the Blood Sand Worm Cave, Blood Sand Gold, tempted their hearts and didn't want to leave.

In the blink of an eye, a big battle broke off again in the field.

In the face of seven or eight monks in the late stage of foundation building, Wang Mo did not have the slightest fear, and with a wave of his left hand, he released the green skin.

As soon as Qingpifu appeared, he bared his teeth slightly, and disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was behind a monk.

Seeing that this blow was blocked, the cold light in the green skin eyes flashed, and the limbs grabbed one after another, and in a few clicks, the vitality cover was crushed, and the mouth was opened, and the neck of the monk with panicked eyes was bitten.

The monk felt a chill coming to him, and without even screaming, he was bitten off his head by Qingpi.

"What?"

"Spirit beasts?"

When the rest of the people saw this, they immediately exclaimed, obviously the appearance of the green skin had caused them a lot of shock.

After using his divine sense to find out that Qingpi was a second-order late-stage demon beast, he became even more hesitant, and he originally thought that he was nine out of ten, but because of the appearance of Qingpi, something changed.

"Don't panic, everyone, it's just a second-order demon beast, we have seven late-stage foundation building cultivators, stabilize the formation, and kill it, his treasure is ours!" One of the old men's eyes flickered, and he cheered everyone up.

When everyone heard this, they seemed to be moved by the 'treasure' they said, and they kept offering various colors of talismans in their hands, and surrounded Wang Mo in the swing of the spiritual weapon.

Seeing that these people were stubborn, Wang Mo didn't have the heart to be soft anymore, and in his mind, he passed the command to Qingpi to kill on the spot, so he sacrificed the Qinglin sword and instantly slashed at a spiritual weapon in the air.

Looking at the situation, it is actually necessary to use both himself and Qingpi to resist the Venerable of the Seven Great Foundation Builders.

With the passage of time, although many monks gradually figured out the attack methods of Wang Mo and Qingpi, and had a defense in their hearts, but both of them were known for their long-lasting combat power, and they were gradually overwhelmed by them.

The old man who was the leader, seeing that the green skin was fierce and Wang Mo was strong, everyone couldn't fight for a long time, but he had the idea of retreating.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, the old man's eyes flickered, and he shouted: "This fellow Daoist, we are all here to hunt for treasures when we enter the secret realm, how about we stop for the time being?"

When everyone heard this, they gave each other a look, but they didn't stop, still pointing to the ring spirit weapon, surrounding Wang Mo and Qingpi in the middle.

Wang Mo was surrounded by the magic sound ring, holding an eight-bladed spirit shield in his left hand, and the Qinglin Sword floating in front of him, looking at everyone with green skin and teeth under his feet.

Hearing the old man's words, Wang Mo glanced at him and said, "Since this is the case, please get out of the way!"

Although the old man said that there was a truce, Wang Mo was not careless at all, and the surrounding Zhenyuan was swollen, ready to defend and attack at any time.

Over the years, he has learned too well about the greed of these people, and if they are not careful, they will take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack.

Although he was sure that he would keep all of these people here, he would inevitably suffer some damage to himself, after all, after a hundred years of cultivation, it was difficult to guarantee that these monks had strange secret arts or special treasures.

When the old man heard this, he bowed his head slightly, glanced at the rest of the people, and then flashed his body away, and walked to the side, making way for a way.

Seeing this, Wang Mo's eyes flashed slightly, and he slowly stepped back, looking at them carefully to prevent the other party from sneaking up behind his back.

After exiting a hundred and ten meters away, Wang Mo exerted his strength under his feet, headed west, and disappeared into the vast desert in a short time.

"Mao Daoyou, just let him go?" a monk said with a slightly unwilling look at the old man.

Although the rest of the people didn't say it, there were a few people who meant this, obviously not thinking that the seven of them would not be able to take Wang Mo and one beast.

But there are also a few people whose faces remain unchanged, they can see clearly, Wang Mo can compete with them for a long time, there is no weakness, and there is no sign of escape, obviously there is a strong self-confidence.

"Hmph, do you think Poor Dao is willing to do this?" The old man surnamed Mao snorted coldly, looked at the direction of Wang Mo's departure with a slightly gloomy expression and explained: "Not to mention that person's own strength, the spirit beast under his feet is obviously a second-order demon beast of different species, otherwise Poor Dao would not be unrecognizable, and didn't you find out, that demon beast does not have a lock beast ring on it!"