Among the many foundation-building monks who poured in in the Langya Secret Realm, countless killings had been staged.

Although there are many treasures in this secret realm, more of them are just dry bones left behind by the monks who have entered here over the years.

In the eastern part of the secret realm, within tens of thousands of miles to the west, there is an endless stream of blood sand, as hideous and terrifying as the open mouth of the desolate beast.

More than a dozen figures galloped from the east, and their speed was extremely fast, and they entered the blood-colored desert in a short time.

"Xiang Daoyou, that place shouldn't be far away, right?" an old man asked the person next to him as he looked into the distance with a contemplative face.

"Well, there are still about a thousand miles from here, and with our current footsteps, three hours is enough!" the middle-aged man said with a slight bow.

When the rest of the people heard this, their faces were slightly excited.

But a man said with a slight sadness: "Brother Xiang, this is a place infested with blood sandworms, this kind of demon worm is difficult to entangle, let's be careful!"

"Hehe, Brother Liu, don't worry, we have more than a dozen late foundation building and fake Dan monks, which is enough to deal with!" said the middle-aged man surnamed Xiang unconcernedly.

"This ......" The man surnamed Liu froze when he heard this, but before he could say more, there was a buzz around him, as if something was about to appear.

Then everyone felt a slight tremor under their feet, and then they rose and fell violently, as if they had reached the surface of the sea, and they did not know how to hide from the monks and appear so close to them.

"It's not good, it's a blood sandworm!" the man surnamed Liu shouted loudly, reminding everyone.

When everyone heard this, their faces tightened, looking at the surging power on the ground, it was obvious that the people who came were not good, and they sacrificed spiritual weapons to protect their bodies.

"Hey!" the man surnamed Xiang sneered, patted the storage bag on his waist, sacrificed a red spirit knife, pinched it with one hand, turned into a giant knife that was more than ten zhang long, and slashed to the ground with a bang.

After a loud bang, I saw a red sand mist rising in the sky, as if covering the sky.

With this slash, the underground thing seemed to be dead, and then fell silent.

"Hey, what a blood sandworm is nothing more than that!" the man surnamed Xiang sneered, his face showing disdain.

"Brother Xiang, don't underestimate this ......" The young man surnamed Liu had a tense face and hurriedly reminded.

But before he could finish speaking, the ground surged again, and I don't know how many times it was violent the first time.

Immediately, the surrounding red sand seemed to be alive, and it actually rose to the sky.

From a distance, the red sand wrapped the line of more than a dozen people, as if they had entered a tornado.

"What?" Xiang showed disbelief on the man's face, and his consciousness swept out, and he saw where the red sand was?

It was clearly a myriad of tiny red worms as small as needles, connected together in the shadow of the sky and the sun, and enveloped everyone in them in the blink of an eye.

It was the blood sand worm, and as soon as this worm came out, it absorbed all the vitality in the space, making the people present feel a sense of suffocation.

Fortunately, everyone's cultivation was not weak, and they quickly calmed down.

"Kill it!" The man surnamed Xiang turned cold, and shouted suddenly, and his subordinates even sacrificed the spirit knife a little bit, and stabbed it straight into the blood sandworm.

"Don't ......" The man surnamed Liu seemed to think of something, but he couldn't stop it.

I saw that the spirit knife slashed into the blood sandworm, and the face of the man surnamed Xiang immediately sank, and the spirit knife that was sacrificed in his heart actually had a feeling of getting heavier and heavier, and before he had time to think about it, a sharp pain suddenly came from his consciousness, and his face was distorted.

"Fellow Daoists, be careful, this blood sandworm can suck divine consciousness and attack with spell runes!" the man surnamed Liu hurriedly helped him and reminded the people around him.

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed, you must know that most of the monk's strength lies in controlling his own treasures to attack the enemy, but this blood sandworm just restrains this.

At this time, he was already surrounded by blood sandworms, so he could only rush out.

But they obviously underestimated the power of these blood sandworms,

Countless blood sandworms surrounded it, and even though many of those runic seals and spell attacks were killed, they were then filled in by the subsequent blood sandworms.

Many blood sandworms pounced on the monks, opening their small but fine sharp teeth and gnawing at their vitality shields.

Everyone only felt that the vitality of their bodies was rapidly consumed, and after a while, they were a little unable to make ends meet, and gradually became tired.

From a distance, it looked like a blood-colored cocoon, slowly wriggling and undulating.

An hour later, I saw that the huge cocoon was torn open, and a few rays of light flew out of it, heading westward.

Then the opening on the cocoon slowly closes, and finally melts into the ground and disappears, as if nothing had appeared.

Such a scene, in this vast blood-colored desert, I don't know how many times it was staged, and even the bones did not leave the slightest tragedy.

A few days later, a huge green shadow galloped by, and a person lay on it, it was Wang Mo.

When he came to this place, he patted the back of the green skin under him, signaling it to pause slightly.

Qingpi let out a well-behaved breath, and glanced around with grinning teeth.

Wang Mo's body flickered, jumped off Qingpi's back, and casually took out more than a dozen demon cores from the storage bag and threw them to Qingpi to eat.

has been running for more than half a month in a row, even if it is a demon beast with a strong body in the late second-order stage, it is a little unbearable.

At this time, Wang Mo had already recovered from the injuries he had suffered in the future, and in two years, he had condensed his Five Elements Breath to Xiaocheng, and he was only one step away from entering the Vacant Realm, and at that time, with his combat power, he would be enough to face the undefeated Sect Master of Jiedan.

In his thoughts, it is to make a breakthrough in this Langya secret realm, in order to be able to face unknown dangers.

Although Grandmaster Jiedan can't enter the secret realm in the outside world, breaking through in the secret realm is another matter.

What many False Dan Monks are afraid of is that after going out, they will be targeted and robbed of the treasures they have obtained, and they will seek a breakthrough in the secret realm, after all, they can stay here for ten years.

As long as you are lucky enough, within five or even eight years, you can get a treasure that can make you break through, and you can find a secret breakthrough over there.

There are also disadvantages to this approach.

This secret place full of resentment, when the monk breaks through, he will naturally inhale the resentful qi into the body, and then affect the mind, which requires the monk to spend more than ten years or even Jiazi time to retreat after going out, and take out the resentful qi in the divine consciousness and vitality.

But compared to the hundreds of years of longevity after the breakthrough, these decades of boring retreat are nothing.

Wang Mo took out a jar of wine, took a sip of it fiercely, saw Qingpi looking at him with blank eyes, couldn't help but smile helplessly, and patted the wine jar with one hand, and saw that the clear wine turned into a waterline and fell straight into Qingpi's mouth.

"Woo!" Qingpi stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked a bit of wine from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashed coldly, and the fur on his body stood on end, and he whimpered on the ground.

Wang Mo's face changed, knowing that this was Qingpi warning him, so he hurriedly dispersed his divine sense and carefully investigated the surroundings.

But when he spread his divine sense, he didn't find the slightest clue, and he suddenly poked underground, and saw that several meters deep underground, dense red worms were spreading upwards.

Its speed was so fast that Wang Mo didn't have time to leave this place.

Before he had time to think about it, his right hand suddenly reached out and slapped towards the ground.

I saw that the blue-gold vitality skyrocketed, and it bombarded the sand and stone with a bang, and with the help of this momentum, the figure suddenly rose.

The divine sense probed out, and with a quick wave of his left hand, he put the green skin into the spirit beast bag, and between the lightning and flint, he was about to sacrifice the Qinglin sword and fly away in the air.

But before he could fly, he felt that the drowsy sky suddenly darkened, and when his divine sense swept over, Wang Mo's face was difficult to look at, and the blood-colored worms that covered the sky and the sun enveloped him.

"Blood Sand Worm!" Wang Mo seemed to think of something, and a sudden spiritual light flashed through his mind.

Tang Zhenye and Lu Tianhong had entered the Langya Secret Realm back then, and they knew a lot about the many demons inside, and this blood sandworm was naturally no stranger.

Its special physique, which specializes in devouring vitality and monks' divine consciousness, is extremely hard in the flesh, but it has a major weakness, that is, it is afraid of the corrosion of poison and demonic energy.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly patted the storage bag, sacrificed the demon spirit pocket, and went to the surrounding blood sandworms.

Even though he was quite jealous of the demon spirit's ability to devour flesh and blood to restore himself, in the face of this blood sandworm that happened to restrain the monk's many means, with Wang Mo's own treasure, only this demon spirit pocket could restrain it.

Because the demon spirit pocket is attached to the demon spirit's primordial spirit, he can't use Wang Mo's command.

I saw the black mist on it tumbling for a while, letting out a quacking laugh, and then pounced towards the blood sandworms in the sky.

Although the flesh energy contained in a single blood sandworm is really small, so many blood sandworms gather enough to compare to a lot of flesh and blood.

In the face of the delicious food, the demon spirit was not polite at all, and spread the net bag mixed with the iron spear spider silk sac to the maximum, swept it out left and right, up and down, and devoured most of the blood sandworms.

"Hiss!"

Seeing this, the blood sandworm knew that the demon spirit was not easy to mess with, so it let out a slight hiss and quickly penetrated into the ground.

Where will the demon spirit pocket be spared, and the black light flashed, wrapping a radius of dozens of zhang down, and wrapped a large cloud of red sand in it.

As the demonic qi surged, countless blood sandworms turned into traces of energy in a short time and injected into the demonic spirit pocket.

Looking at the gradually dense and steaming demonic qi on the demon spirit pocket, Wang Mo's eyes flashed slightly, but he didn't say much, and put it away with a wave of his hand.

The blood sandworms that were famous for killing countless monks were so easily cleaned up by him, to be exact, by the demon spirit.

It's really a thing to a thing!

If it weren't for the fact that this place was close to the spatial entrance of Tianhuo Prefecture, this blood sandworm might not be able to cause as many killings, after all, if it encounters a few demon monks, I am afraid that it will be able to be wiped out.

After putting away the demon spirit pocket, Wang Mo did not leave, but sacrificed the Qinglin sword, pinched it with one hand, turned it into a sword more than ten zhang long, and slashed to the ground with a bang.

After a dozen slashes in succession, on the ground that was cut open, a hole was exposed, dark red gray soil, and a slight cold breath was exhaled, making the hole look even more eerie and terrifying.

Wang Mo looked at the cave exposed below, and jumped inside without the slightest hesitation.