At the moment when the demon spirit devoured the Blood Demon Sage was distracted, there was a pitch-black mountain in the Northwest Demon Domain, and on the top of the mountain, there were five old men of different shapes, middle-aged, or demonic young people, as well as a masked woman in red.

Although these five monks did not move, they sat upright, and their figures were like mountains, which was formidable, and it was obvious that their cultivation was not low.

But for some reason, everyone didn't talk, just sat on the top of the mountain.

And at this moment, the demonic young man among them frowned, and then his complexion changed greatly, and when he landed, a mouthful of blood arrows spurted out, and the breath on his body was also unstable for a while, and there were faint signs of falling.

"Wow!"

The demonic young man got up with an ugly face, his eyes flashed with anger and resentment, and without saying a word, he got up and wanted to leave.

"Blood Demon Daoist, where are you going?" One of the old men with a shriveled face, his eyes swept over the demonic youth, listening to his words, this young man was the Blood Demon Sage.

And these people are the Yuanying Sages in the Northwest Demon Domain, leading their disciples to participate in the Langya Secret Realm.

"Hmph!" the Blood Demon snorted coldly, but did not reply, and without seeing any movement on his body, he immediately rose up and flew towards the sky.

The old man's eyes froze, and he didn't say anything more, but the look in his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The rest of the people swept over the demonic youth in a little surprise, but they only paused slightly, and then there was no movement.

Only the woman in red looked coldly at the departing figure of the blood demon, her phoenix eyes showed a terrifying chill, and she chased after her with a light light.

Seeing this, the old man spoke again and said to the remaining two: "Luo Feng and Mo Tuo, two Taoist friends, aren't they interested in taking a look?"

Hearing this, one of the emaciated middle-aged men suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly: "Lu Daoyou will go by himself, this saint is not interested! But don't forget the instructions of the Great Demon Venerable!"

The other person didn't even move, still sitting with his eyes closed.

The old man surnamed Lu's eyes flashed, and he seemed to be quite jealous of the Great Demon Venerable in his mouth, and his face turned pale: "Since the two Daoists are not interested, then I won't join in the excitement of the old Dao, the Moon Shadow Fairy and the Blood Demon Daoist have already had a bad relationship, so let them go!"

After the words were gone, they stopped speaking, and on the top of the mountain, except for the cold wind that whistled by, there was no movement.

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The demon spirit was able to devour the slightest distraction of the Blood Demon Sage, Wang Mo was not surprised at all, this demon spirit did not know how many years it had been suppressed and sealed, and it was still able to survive after several serious injuries, so he knew why it was so amazing to cultivate back then.

Seeing that the demon spirit was distracted and devoured by the Blood Demon Sage, it then began to fuse the flesh and blood essence of the Blood Demon Eight Sons, and the demonic qi surged, as cold as the hellish netherworld.

Wang Mo stared at the demon mist expressionlessly, his expression was flat and he couldn't see the slightest abnormality, but his hands were clenched into fists, obviously his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

As if thinking of something, he waved his hand to put away the green skin, took out an object from the storage bag and pinched it in his hand.

Fu Honglian, who was beside her, her delicate red lips moved slightly, her eyes were full of surprise, but she didn't speak, staring at Wang Mo back and forth a few times in a daze, and her intuition told her that the mystery of the man in front of her was the only one she had seen in her life.

Not only the mysterious black statue of the other party, but also when the black net pocket appeared before, she clearly heard the strange screams coming from the black net bag.

Possession of such a treasure is a great opportunity, and to be able to have it at the same time must be a person with great luck.

For a while, Fu Honglian regretted provoking the other party a little, but thinking that the other party was facing danger, he was willing to reach out to help him, he must not be a person who loves to kill.

Thinking of this, Fu Honglian's originally nervous heart also relaxed.

Regarding Fu Honglian's inner entanglement, Wang Mo didn't have the heart to study it, even if he noticed the strange gaze she paid attention to, he didn't take it to heart.

Wang Mo knew in his heart that as long as the other party was not a fool, he would definitely not attack himself at this time.

He was concerned about how the demon spirit would change after devouring these demonic qi.

Half an hour later, the constantly tumbling demonic qi finally stabilized and began to condense inward, looming as if there was a giant several meters high.

"Boom!" came a strange roar from the black mist, and the voice was a demon spirit.

I saw that the black mist was getting thinner and thinner, and in the blink of an eye, it was all sucked into the huge figure, revealing its true appearance.

The whole body was wrapped in a net-like black silk robe, and the bare skin was full of blood red, revealing the inner layer of flesh and blood, and you could see the purple-black blood surging in the blood vessels from time to time.

The top of its head was bare, and the outline of its eyes was filled with two balls of blood, as if it had been stripped of a layer of skin.

And the aura of his body is even more terrifying, completely surpassing the monks who cultivated in the early stage of Yudan.

And there are countless shadows looming around it, like ghosts, making the already hideous and terrifying giant even more weird and infiltrating.

Seeing such a scene, Wang Mo's eyes froze, and his heart was clear, and the most worrying thing still happened.

And Fu Honglian was beside her, and her delicate body trembled, with her injured body at this time, she was a little unbearable in the face of such coercion.

"Quack, Ink boy, I didn't think you still had the guts to be here!" the giant cracked its mouth and let out a strange scream, with a slight surprise in his words.

However, the hatred in his words is like a cold winter wind, deep into the bone marrow, which makes people feel terrible.

Hearing this, Wang Mo's eyes flashed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "You have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, right?"

"Truly, I thought you were ruthless and smart, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid and dull, how noble this demon is, and I have been driven by a lowly monk like you for so long, and I should repay it a little!" said the demon spirit, as if he hadn't adapted to his new body yet, and shook his head.

"I don't know how to repay it?" Wang Mo said calmly.

Fu Honglian looked at the demon spirit with a frightened face on the side, she didn't expect that what Wang Mo used to deal with the blood demon distraction would actually deal with him in turn.

Listen to his words, and it's the kind that has a lot of grievances.

"Quack, don't worry, this demon will not kill you, but it will plant the essence blood of this demon god in your body, and drive you for the rest of your life to relieve the hatred in your heart!"

"Hehe!" In the face of this powerful coercion, Wang Mo smiled faintly and said, "Demon Spirit, do you really think that I can't do anything about you?"

Fu Honglian heard this, her beautiful eyes lit up, thinking of the mysterious statue, and she had confidence again.

She was well aware of the power of that mysterious statue, and even her master, Gu Yueying, had never seen such a palpitating coercion.

Hearing this, the demon spirit's body paused slightly, and then laughed wildly: "Jie Ji, Mo boy, this demon admits that you have always been resourceful, but in this case, this demon doesn't believe that you have any other back!"

After speaking, he strode and shook his huge palm, and grabbed Wang Mo.

The fishy wind blew on his face, a meaningful smile crossed the corner of Wang Mo's mouth, staring at the black clothes on the demon spirit's body, his left hand clenched his fist tightly, crushed the thing in his hand, his lips moved, and he gently spit out a word: "Explosion!"

After finishing speaking, he quickly grabbed Fu Honglian, wiped the storage bag with his left hand, took the golden wheel shield in his hand to protect him, and retreated straight backwards.

A few actions were made in one go, which made the demon spirit slightly stunned, but reacted instantly.

"Where to go?" the demon spirit shouted when he saw this, and the meteor was about to chase after him.

But before his body could move, the black silky clothes around him suddenly rose with a trace of blue-gold arcs, making his body tremble slightly, and then he moved.

"Quack, is it just this little trick? With the cultivation of this demon at this time, your thunder system vitality has no big effect!" These arcs only played a slight role, and the demon spirit didn't care about the strange roar, and his body rushed towards Wang Mo again.

For the golden arc contained in its black clothes, the demon spirit seems to have been aware of it a long time ago, at this time, it has cultivated to a great extent, and it has the support of its physical body, where does it care about this.

But after the golden arc rose, countless bright spots rose on the black silk robe, dense as if all over the body, and in the blink of an eye, it emitted a dazzling light.

"How is this possible?" Feeling the huge fluctuations in the point of light, the blood on the demon spirit's body skyrocketed, and he exclaimed in surprise, and the giant hand waved to tear it off.

But before he could make a move, the points of light burst open, and a huge stream of energy roared out and swept away.

The giant transformed by the demon spirit bore the brunt, and was instantly overwhelmed by energy, and then smashed into it by countless boulders, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

There was a loud bang, and the entire hall was blown up, and the rubble and dust were filled with a mist of dust and smashed downward.

Wang Mo held the golden wheel shield in his hand, his eyes were firm, and his right arm was around Fu Honglian, and he was hit by this bursting energy, like a wind sweeping away leaves, and flew out of the mountain.

And being attacked by this force, he couldn't help but feel a sweet throat, a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and there was a whistling wind in his ears, and the surrounding scenery quickly retreated.

Even though he had already dodged the frontal impact of this bursting airflow, he was still injured by it.

But Wang Mo's dark eyes were extremely bright, and after being blown out of a long enough distance, he put away the golden wheel shield, sacrificed the Qinglin Sword, and galloped away with Fu Honglian in his arms.

But before he could fly far, a loud roar suddenly came from the collapsed hall among the rubble, and a blood-colored shadow flew out of it with a boom.

I saw that its body was covered with blood shadows, and I could vaguely see that its skin was terrifying, and most of its skin and flesh had completely rotted, revealing the black and red bones inside.

When it appeared, when he saw Wang Mo's figure flying away, he immediately roared, the blood-colored light in his eyes flashed, and the bones all over his body clicked for a while.

"Bang!"

I saw it stomp its foot fiercely, and then I saw the dark red demonic qi surging deep into the ground.

In the blink of an eye, a pillar of blood-rushing blood rose from the ground in the middle of Moro Mountain, accompanied by blood-colored balls of light, rising into the sky and galloping towards the slope where the demon spirit was.