The demon baby who had lost his sanity could no longer use the restraint of bloody nails, so he directly pasted the sealing jade talisman again and put away the demon baby seal.

With this demon baby, plus the third-order demon beasts that have been hunted along the way, it is enough to support the advanced needs of several beasts for a long time.

Then, Wang Mo was in the middle of the big array, meditating with his eyes closed and recovering.

In the previous battle, it seemed that he didn't have much strength, but whether it was controlling the large array to entangle the two true treasure demon soldiers, or the shocking stab of the last blow, it made his mind very draining.

Especially the terrifying thorn, in the face of the flower silver ring that was a whole order higher than itself, even though it was already going downhill, the demon beast divine sense itself was weaker than the human monk, but after all, it was much stronger than Wang Mo.

If it weren't for being crippled by bloody clothes in the Five Prison Formations, Wang Mo probably wouldn't have been able to make up his mind to use this method to disturb his final self-explosion.

Time flies, and after several months, Wang Mo walked out of the big array and continued to march southwest.

During these days, he did not recover all the time, and the injury was completely recovered in only half a day.

Instead, during this period of time, the flower silver ring demon infant was refined, and finally refined into a hundred and ten parts of the source of demon power, and the other was to extract all the demon snake essence blood from this period of time and refine it, extracting a trace of dragon breath in it.

However, to Wang Mo's disappointment, except for the refining in Hua Yinhuan's body, the rest were extremely indifferent.

In his heart, he secretly calculated that if he really wanted to let the Cang Ying Halberd use this to advance himself, he was afraid that he would need at least a dozen demon snake essence blood of the same grade as Hua Yinhuan.

It's just that the bloodlines of these demon snakes are too thin, if you really want to make a comparison, I'm afraid that the dragon breath contained in the bodies of these demon snakes is not even a trace of it.

Even so, these breaths were also of great benefit to the advancement of the Cang Ying Halberd.

In addition to these, the most important thing is that he refined the leather armor of the Phantom Demon Dragon, the Night Demon Hidden Cloak, and the scale armor of a third-order top-level demon snake into a treasure robe that combines defense and transformation, which was named the Phantom Demon Cloak.

If it weren't for his cultivation and couldn't reach it, if he could refine the old snake's leather armor into it, this would be a true treasure-level defensive armor.

But even so, with the addition of many treasures, especially the few fourth-order special fourth-order refining materials that Wang Mo had left before from the old snake ring, it also made it possible for this phantom demon cloak to be further improved.

Only when his cultivation is enough, at least after the Great Perfection of the Dan and the true yuan in his body is condensed again, it is possible to refine successfully with his identity as a refining master.

"Whoosh!"

Carefully hiding his tracks, Wang Mo did not fly in the clouds, but still sat upright on the back of the green skin, wearing the night demon hidden clothes.

As you walk, you will see the dilapidated villages and towns, and pass by the ruined city walls, which are stained with blood, and you can see broken clothes everywhere on the ground, and sometimes you can see the remnants of broken treasures.

These are the scenes formed by the places where the beast tide passes.

The more he moved forward, the heavier Wang Mo's mood became.

Passing by several towns hundreds of miles in size, they were still as dilapidated as before, and one town did not even have the slightest intact wall.

In the very center of the town, there was a huge crater, several miles in size, surrounded by countless deep pits, large and small, as if it had only been formed after the Great War.

The destruction of such a town is enough to show that the person who made the move, or the demon cultivator who made the shot, was one of the eight demon cultivators.

It's just that Wang Mo can't judge how strong the strength of this demon cultivator is, but the blood clothes can detect it, and this is a demon cultivator in the late fourth order.

After receiving the positive message from the bloody clothes, Wang Mo felt frightened and asked Qingpi to change the direction of his progress.

With his current strength, even if he broke out with all his strength, encountering such a peerless demon would be a lifeless situation.

Unless he is willing to use the last hole card, which is the ultimate life-saving thing for his trip, the detour at this time is just a deviation from the previous route, and it will take a little time at most.

Even though his time is short, it is better than encountering such an irresistible enemy and falling into a desperate situation.

Knowing that there were eight demon cultivators here, Wang Mo didn't hunt those demon beasts anymore, and moved forward cautiously, for fear of revealing the slightest clue.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, just as Qingpi and Wang Mo galloped out of the hundred-mile process, Wang Mo whispered softly on his back, his eyes showed a touch of doubt, and his heart moved slightly, making Qingpi stop.

And carefully dodged from its back to the ground, and casually put away the green skin.

Without revealing the slightest movement, a few faint rays of light flashed around Wang Mo's body, and then disappeared without a trace, moving forward little by little.

Dozens of miles ahead, it was a dilapidated and abnormal town, not much different from what Wang Mo had seen before.

But just now, the bloody clothes sent him a message, that is, within a radius of tens or even hundreds of miles, the power of endless blood resentment Yin Soul was converging towards that place, as if something was collecting them.

Moreover, in it, he also sensed a breath that was not weak, but it was only in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and it was the breath of a demon cultivator.

After the tea, with the help of the strong stealth characteristics of the phantom demon clothes, under the super sense of the blood clothes to the blood qi and soul, they had already approached that place.

Cautiously poking his head over a broken wall, he didn't use the slightest divine sense, but simply relied on his own eyesight to check the place.

Near the center of the town, a monk in a black robe, unable to see his face, sat upright on the ground.

But within a radius of a few zhang or so around it, there were more than a dozen exquisite array plates, and in the center of it, a banner was erected, right in front of the black-robed man.

The black mist on it was swirling, emitting bursts of yin and evil aura, and these black qi were gathered from all directions.

And among those black gases, there are all struggling and roaring ghosts, judging from the aura emanating from them, not only do they have mortal souls, most of them are actually those monk spirits, and there are even more demon beasts that have not really formed their spiritual sense.

Judging by the situation, it seems that the banner is gathering ghosts and ghosts for the use of this demon cultivator.

The black-robed man only had a pair of eyes exposed, staring at the banner to reveal a cold and hideous look, and he didn't notice that anyone was watching him.

From time to time, he stretched out his palm, which was wrapped in a layer of oozing black light, and grabbed a ghost from the black mist and played with it in his hand.

As soon as the dark mist was captured, as if it had lost its cover, the sound of its struggle suddenly rang out, and it was a piercing roar of despair.

"Boom!"

For the reaction of this yin spirit, the black-robed man seemed to be quite playful, after a while, he seemed to lose interest, his fingers were clenched in, and with a soft pop, the yin spirit was turned into a black silk, and involuntarily converged towards the flag.

"Do you want to make a move?"

Looking at the black-robed man sitting upright and playing with the ghost, Wang Mo who hid his tracks, showed a trace of struggle in his eyes, but he did not show the slightest killing intent.

Wang Mo, who has been killed countless times after several lives and deaths, can already control his killing intent very well, which helps him to better collect his deeds.

"That's it, this demon cultivator is too weird, so unconcealed to collect the ghosts and ghosts, not worried about being discovered, obviously has some purpose, there is a phantom demon cloak, but I can get as close to him as possible, with my current cultivation, I will definitely be able to destroy his body with all my strength, and then I will teleport with bloody clothes and detain his Yuan Baby, and I will definitely be able to capture him in one fell swoop!"

After thinking for a while, Wang Mo's complexion changed several times, and finally there was a hint of perseverance in his eyes.

decided what he wanted in his heart, adjusted his mind slightly, and quietly fled towards the black-robed man.

Just as Wang Mo was thinking about it, the black banner in the open space suddenly bloomed, and the black light shrouded a radius of about 100 zhang.

The scattered ghosts that were still gathering in the air seemed to be stimulated, and with a pop of humming, they actually shattered, turning into streams of flames and converging towards the banner.

"Hehe, as long as I collect some more, I can go back to hand in the task, and then the treasure rewarded by Lord Demon Venerable will be enough for me to save me decades of penance!"

Looking at the movement of the banner, the black-robed man smiled, and his tone was mixed with joy, as if the treasure was in front of him.

Seeing that the black mist was about to disappear into the banner, the black-robed man suddenly stood up, and then waved his hands suddenly, playing a Dodge O trick.

Several faint black rays instantly submerged into the flag, and in the midst of the buzzing burst, there was a soft sound, and the flag suddenly rose from the ground and fell into the hands of the black-robed man.

"What?"

Just as the black-robed man's palm was about to touch the flag, the black-robed man's pupils suddenly shrank, revealing a look of horror, and then he exclaimed in surprise, as if he had encountered something terrible.

At the same time, behind its neck, a dazzling blue-gold light burst out, followed by a blue-gray air current, and the two energies contained the same astonishing sharpness and tearing.

Even though this black-robed man was a Yuanying Monk, it was difficult to make an effective resistance in such a close situation.

With a soft pop, I saw that its head flew high away in an instant, and the blue-gold light on it crackled, conveying a smell of burnt meat.

And its lower body, which had been shattered by the blue-gray streamer, was scattered in the air.

"Ahh

Suddenly, the black light around the high-flying head flashed, and an ear-piercing scream came from it in an instant.

The voice was mixed with disbelief, mixed with resentment, mixed with fear, mixed with dare, all kinds of emotions.

At the same time, a pitch-black figure flashed from its top of it, its eyes, ears, mouth and nose were unusually clear, and a chilling resentment burst out of its eyes.

Without the slightest stay, the black light around his body suddenly rose, and in an instant, a strange fluctuation spread out, forming a strange ripple, and the villain directly stepped into it, and was about to disappear in mid-air in an instant.

But just as he was still half an ankle away, a flash of blood approached, and a bloody claw poked out from within, and it shook it right with a click.

"Ahh

In that ripple, the villain's piercing scream was heard, just like the ghost he had played with before, revealing a hideous despair and fear.

Suddenly, the black light inside it bloomed, and a majestic aura emanated from it, and the villain seemed to have taken a tonic, and in an instant, he broke in, and the owner of the blood claw disappeared into the ripples.