This is the place of inheritance of the Ancient Orthodox Sect!

Mo Shaoli was teleported into a cave world where evil qi was foggy and evil clouds shrouded in evil clouds. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the primeval period, human beings had already mastered the method of extracting the origin qi of the world, and they were also aware of the harm that this practice would cause to the world, but there were many sects, and no one could prohibit the other. Now I am in a magic weapon space that has been completed, and the area is not known how many thousands of miles of world space.

A world dominated by the laws of evil ways.

"Yushen Wu pits me! Doesn't he know that there is such a play?"

"Damn, all my evil aura has been sealed!"

"This is the place where the Palm Technique is inherited? It doesn't look like it! Do you want to break the seal. ”

As soon as Mo Shaoli entered the space, he immediately felt bad, and the situation was completely unexpected. The inheritance of the primeval orthodox sect will leave some tests for the monks, some will test their wisdom, some will have perseverance, some will test their talents, and some will prove their strength, but it will never be a test of this kind of evil demonic way.

Detecting the divine power scanning, except for the vast thick evil mist, nothing can be detected, and the same is true of the divine sense, however, the soul of the original god is keenly aware that a blood-colored figure is quietly approaching him.

Dancing his teeth and claws, he pounced on his back violently.

"Boom!"

Mo Shaoli turned around and slapped out with one palm, and the orange-red three-phase divine power in his palm spewed out, knocking the blood-colored figure back.

The blood-colored figure received a solid palm, and his body turned into a pool of blood, and the blood mist around him surged, and the blood water condensed into a humanoid shape again, and he stood up from the ground, and quietly retreated with some fear.

"Ghost slave! It's a supernatural blood slave!"

Extracting blood to refine evil blood, extracting souls and refining blood slaves with evil blood, this is the most popular and practical spell among the ancient evil monks, and they will be practiced almost after embarking on the path of evil cultivation. In order to improve the cultivation, this spell can also be upgraded to supernatural powers, and the refined blood slave is also more powerful, called the supernatural blood slave.

Mo Shaoli's face was not very good-looking, he stood in place, pinching the seal with both hands, and the mana in his body constantly collided with the Inner Dan Seal.

Obviously, what he has now broken into is an evil world refined by the power of an ancient evil way. The one who just sneaked up was the fifteenth-order blood slave, and in such a world full of evil energy, the level of the blood slave was definitely more than the fifteenth-order.

Inheritance is small, but life is big.

The seal is jointly arranged by the powerful people of the imperial Mahayana, and the Taigu Ming Sect is an orthodox orthodox sect, with the purpose of sealing Mo Shaoli's evil path cultivation, so as not to accidentally affect the inheritance.

"The bastard of the imperial family, he really fucking does things! Lao Tzu ......"

Mo Shaoli was depressed, and several times he used all his strength to urge the mana to collide, but the seal did not move at all.

Yu Shenwu and the powerhouses of the Emperor Clan had no reason to harm Mo Shaoli, they arranged the seal firmly, and they were also worried that Mo Shaoli would accidentally destroy the seal when he was fighting.

Blood slaves are all the soul refining of intelligent beings, although they are erased from the memory of wisdom, after thousands of years, they will gradually give birth to a little low-level thinking ability.

More than a dozen blood slaves broke into Mo Shaoli's soul sensing range, using the evil mist as a cover, and were sneaking closer.

Countering evil with evil is currently the best and most effective means of fighting the enemy, Mo Shaoli tried dozens of times, but the seal arranged by the emperor did not loosen at all, and he had no choice but to give up.

The orange-red battle armor appeared, enveloping his whole body, pinching a magic seal with both hands, and the ten fingertips of his hands flashed with thunder and lightning, which was the Zixiao Divine Thunder of the Star Refining Sect.

Divine power blood slave, filthy and gloomy, single means of attack, specializing in pounce on people, once pounced, it will stick to the body, filthy and evil qi invade the opponent's body, interfering with the monk's true yuan and primordial spirit. The blood slave's vitality is also extremely tenacious, there is no weakness, it is difficult to cause damage by ordinary means, and it is even more difficult to completely kill it.

It can't be completely killed, and the blood slave can quickly recover after absorbing the evil qi, which can be said to be inexhaustible and endless.

The thunder attribute divine power can restrain the way of evil demons, and the Zixiao divine thunder of the Star Refining Sect's Zixiao lineage is one of the strongest thunder magic powers in the world.

The blood slaves who had sneaked up suddenly accelerated and slaughtered frantically.

Mo Shaoli had long been alert, and the battle armor on his body lit up with a layer of orange-red light, blocking these blood slaves, and at the same time, the thunder and lightning on his fingertips spread upward along his arm, instantly forming a thunder net all over his body.

"Tweet ......"

The blood slaves who pounced on their bodies were swept away by the divine thunder grid, and they all let out panicked screams and fled one after another.

Mo Shaoli's hands reached out at the same time, forming two purple power grids, enveloping and binding the two blood slaves, the power grids contracted, and the blood slaves collapsed and dissipated in their wails.

"Fifteenth-order blood slave! It's not an ordinary blood slave! It's quite hard to kill one, it's troublesome!"

To be able to refine the power of evil cultivation in such a vast evil path space, the blood slaves that can be refined are often tens of thousands, or even tens of millions.

Mo Shaoli was in a trance, and he could sense that there were countless blood slaves smelling the breath of living souls, and they were swarming towards him.

"If only I could be here!"

Mo Shaoli muttered, his mind was calm inside the Daoless Sword Space, and he took out a few poison balls that were not used up when he was trapped in Kunpeng's body in the Chaos God Sea.

Soon, a large number of blood slaves were approaching!

Mo Shaoli played a poisonous ball, and the poisonous smoke was filled.

These blood slaves fled in fear, their strength weakened, but they were not fatal because of the toxin, and they recovered quickly after absorbing the evil qi.

"The blood slave is really different from the blood clan, after being refined by the evil cultivation mana, a certain meaning has been separated from the category of blood. ”

The blood slaves gathered, and after the number was huge, their courage also increased, and they no longer hid their figures, and they flew madly one by one.

"Tweet ......"

Mo Shaoli pinched the seal with both hands, and a layer of purple thunder and lightning rose up all over his body, and the blood slave who pounced on his body let out a scream, and was injured by the Zixiao Divine Thunder, trying to escape, but was suppressed by the blood slave who pounced from behind, and had nowhere to escape, so he could only be burned to death by the divine thunder.

"Boom!"

Mo Shaoli's hands flew over, and the purple thunder light on his body soared violently, spreading out countless thunder snakes, and the divine thunder was dense all over his body, and the blood slaves within the range were refined little by little, refining life and death.

However, the blood slaves who were close to the front were followed by more blood slaves who were not afraid of death. Killing thousands of heads one after another in one breath, the mana accumulated in the corresponding acupuncture of the Zixiao Divine Thunder was about to be exhausted. In the perception, the heavens and the earth are densely packed, but more and stronger blood slaves have gathered.

Knowing that it was impossible for him to withstand the siege of the blood slaves, his hands changed, and his body was suddenly wrapped in raging flames, and the flames exploded, sweeping in all directions, forcing the blood slaves who pounced on him to retreat.

Mo Shaoli's figure disappeared in a flash.

shuttled through the space, and appeared directly five hundred miles away in one breath.

"It is worthy of being a powerful blood slave of the evil way, the thunder magic power can barely be killed, and the fire attribute magic power is difficult to exert a restraint effect. ”

Mo Shaoli was worried, looking around blankly, surrounded by jagged and dead trees, all living spiritual trees, only tree trunks, no branches and leaves, and the branches were covered with eye-like pimples.

"Something is wrong!"

Mo Shaoli exclaimed in surprise, the battle armor on his body rose with red flames, turned around, and blasted out with a punch.

A dead tree on his side suddenly came to life, like a multi-armed octopus monster, waving its branches and pumping towards Mo Shaoli.

Bump, bump, bumper......

In a hurry, Mo Shaoli used the Shenwu tactics he learned from Yu Shenwu, and used the three-phase divine power to move his limbs and limbs, and used his fists and feet together to meet the branches that came from the whip.

The hasty decision instantly put him in a dilemma, these dead trees are rooted in the ground, but they are strangely able to move in parallel freely, and the seemingly fragile withered trunks contain pure and huge strength, and they are harder and tougher than the superalloy, and there is no damage under the strong collision. The dead wood on all sides was alarmed, and they all joined the siege.

"Aang!"

Mo Shaoli insisted on holding on for less than three breaths, and was hit dozens of times on his body, and was shocked to the point that his blood was unstable, and he hurriedly turned into a god Nine Xuantian Dragon, the huge dragon body twisted and moved, the minions and teeth flapped, and the dragon's tail swept away, forcing the dead wood surrounded by clusters to force away. The body moved, rushed into the sky, and fled frantically.

Detect the magic and the divine sense, probe the four directions, turn into a human form, shuttle through the space to leave the dead wood forest, and land on a seemingly peaceful wasteland.

"In the primeval period, there were only a few evil powers who had achieved something, and I don't know which evil world I fell into. ”

Mo Shaoli muttered to himself depressedly, looked around vigilantly, and the sound of "whimpering" came from far and near.

His eyes widened involuntarily.

An unknown number of blood slave harnessers rushed in a thick and evil mist.