"Hey, this is strange, Brother Mo Dao, you fell to the ground from the sect of He Sect, didn't the elders of the sect tell you about the Blood River Trial?" Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahem!" Mo Suifeng's expression was a little embarrassed, he shook his head and said quite embarrassedly: "Don't hide it from the two, the poor Dao is a casual cultivation, and participating in the Blood River Trial is the meaning of the family elders, but the elders of the family only said that they would let the poor Dao come to participate in the Blood River Trial, and did not elaborate on the details!"

Mo Suifeng said the truth, but slightly retained, although Ouyang Zhenyi did not explain in detail how to participate in the Blood River Trial, but in that information, Mo Suifeng explained a lot of precautions, and it was not just talking.

"Oh, that's no wonder, in fact, my brother and sister don't know much. But Mo Daoyou, you really came to the right place this time, the elders of the sect once mentioned us that although the Blood River Trial is a trial of the blood clan, there is a great opportunity hidden in it. It is rumored to be very good for tempering the Dao Foundation!" However, the Tiger Chan Daoist changed his words and said with a wry smile, "As for the formation of a team that the Jade Cicada said, the Blood River Trial is not something that can be entered in a group. When the trialists enter the trial, they are all scattered, but my junior sister and I have carried a communication talisman of ten thousand miles, so my junior sister has a team!"

Mo Suifeng knew that he was telling the truth with a slight sense, and under Mo Suifeng's Qi Technique, he found that the cultivation of the two of them should be under the foundation, but the specific level was indeed uncertain. It is likely that there is no aura in the Blood River Realm, and the dantian cyclone can no longer have a subtle resonance with the aura of the outside world.

"Fellow Tiger Daoist, do you know how to enter the Blood River Trial? My family didn't tell the poor Dao the details, they just said that they came here, and they would know when the time came. Mo Suifeng asked what he wanted very simply.

"Ahh I don't think they're going to be funny to us, are they?"

Mo blinked his eyes with the wind, a little unbelieving his ears, and looked at the Tiger Zen Daoist blankly.

The Tiger Zen Daoist was the oldest and the most stable, he smiled slightly and said: "Regarding this, Mo Daoyou really doesn't have to worry, Poor Dao has seen it in an ancient book and miscellaneous history, this Blood River Trial is indeed very weird, every time you enter the way is different, it is true that you will know when the time comes, and there is no need to prepare in advance!"

"Ah, so that's really the case?!" Mo Suifeng heard this, and was stunned, and felt a little speechless.

The brother and sister also lived in this inn, and then, a few people chatted casually for a while, and after agreeing on the contact information, they parted ways. The senior brothers and sisters were going to visit their master's old friend, and Mo Suifeng was also going to find Ouyang Qingcheng.

For fear of missing each other, Mo Suifeng left a message for Ouyang Qingcheng at the counter before going out.

Although he couldn't be sure for the time being, Mo Suifeng faintly felt that Ouyang Qingcheng was likely to pick up the Blood Battle Squad.

After making up his mind, following the way he came yesterday, Mo followed the wind to unfold the method of "Traveling Thousands of Miles" and returned all the way.

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In an unknown valley, Ouyang Qingcheng was lying in a cave, her clothes were red with blood on her chest, but the blood stains had already clumped, her eyes were closed, her face was pale, her breath was weak, but she was holding a broken sword tightly in her hand, refusing to let go.

Mo Suifeng's little maid was --- picturesque, kneeling next to Ouyang Qingcheng in rags, her whole body trembled slightly, and she kept wiping the sweat rolling down Ouyang Qingcheng's face with her clothes, her eyes were already crying red, and the tears were still dripping and falling.

The picturesque voice was choked, intermittent, as if she was muttering to herself, and as if she was speaking to Ouyang Qingcheng: "Sister Qing..... Qingqing, you must hold on....... young master....... young master will definitely find us.........!

This valley is not large, the early morning sun shines through the dense canopy, sprinkling sparse mottles on the earth, surrounded by high mountains, and even birdsong is rarely heard, extremely hidden.

There is a sheep intestine path outside the small valley, and a figure is walking through the dense forest, looking east and west, as if looking for something. This figure, tall and strong, with a huge sword mark on his face, from his forehead to his chest, his face was completely ruined, because it was too hideous and terrifying, he couldn't see his appearance clearly, his right hand was holding Fang Tian's halberd, and his left hand seemed to be carrying something like a human head.

The tall figure walked forward and called in a low voice, the voice was very soft, as if he wanted to be heard, but he was afraid of being heard, the situation was very strange.

However, as he continued to advance, he was getting closer and closer to the cave where Ouyang Qingcheng's second daughter lived.

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"God travels thousands of miles!" Known as traveling thousands of miles a day, for ordinary martial arts masters, "ten thousand miles" is actually just a dream, and it would be good to have thousands of miles, but with the increase of Mo Suifeng's physical strength and the improvement of Hongmeng's true qi, at this moment, Shenxing Wanli has lived up to its name.

"Chiyan Yuan" is not too far from "Chiyan City", ignoring the surprised eyes of pedestrians on the road, Mo ran with all his strength with the wind, but he did not run blindly, he searched through his divine thoughts while running, for fear of missing something.

When he ran thousands of miles in one go, Rao was physically strong and very tired. He was in a hurry, and he didn't care about any image, so he sat on the side of the road and rested. However, he had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw yellow smoke billowing in the distance, and a man and a rider galloped from far and near.

Mo Suifeng Shennian let go, and recognized this person from a distance, it was very strange that this person was one of the thirteen knights, although this person was not outstanding, but a big bald head, it was still very easy for people to remember.

"Zhong Jie is here! The person in front of him quickly stopped!" Mo Suifeng had a bad premonition, and hurriedly jumped up and shouted loudly.

Mo Suifeng's voice was loud, spreading throughout the four fields and shaking the world. The bald man heard the shout and instinctively looked in the direction of Mo Suifeng.

When the bald man saw Mo Suifeng, his face showed a look of surprise, but it instantly turned into an anxious color, his speed did not decrease, and he was still as fast as a smoke, but others had already begun to shout in the distance: "Childe, run for your life, there is a devil behind!"

"Devil, what devil? This Blood River Realm doesn't say that there are only blood demons and bloodline warriors, where did the devil come from?" Mo Suifeng wondered in his heart, but he was here to find someone, how could he turn around and run?

"Wu Na man, don't talk nonsense! Stop quickly, someone has something to ask you!" Mo replied loudly with the wind.

"Childe, run, just look at me behind you!" Where was the bald knight willing to listen to Mo Suifeng's words, not only did he not stop, but instead used a leather whip to slam the beast under his crotch, and the speed was a little faster.

The bald man's actions made Mo Suifeng feel very unhappy, but he still looked in the direction where the knight came. I rub ......... Mo Suifeng didn't look at it, and he was also taken aback when he saw it.

Behind the big man, a black skeleton of bones was floating in the air, as if it had no weight at all, levitating out of thin air, and the speed of the fluttering was not slower than that of the wild beast.

Mo Suifeng's stunned kung fu, the bald man had already swept past him, and it seemed that he didn't think about Mo Suifeng's life or death at all.