The old monk glanced at Zhang Mo, who was sober-minded, and said lightly: "This little Taoist friend's heart is firm, and he is not even educated by the old man. ”

"The old monk is the overseer this time?" Zhang Mo raised his head and asked, and at the same time scolded in his heart: he actually used the magic of Buddhism's 'Buddha Light Shines' to confuse people's minds, and the people of Buddhism are really good at this kind of thing.

This Buddha's light can make people's hearts have good thoughts, but everything is too much, and the old monk uses the strength of the Jindan period to unfold it, and ordinary people can't stop it, but they will lose their minds.

"It's the old man. The old monk nodded and said, "Please let go of your obsession, don't make another killing, this is the rule of the blood ring!"

With the thunderous sound of the old monk, everyone else came to their senses, but the few Taoist disciples who were close to Zhang Mo were purple and lay on the ground unable to move.

Although Zhang Mo's poisonous realm was resisted by Li Zhiyu, these Dao disciples were only in the Qi refining period, and they couldn't close their sweat pores at all, and after the poisonous mist entered from outside the body, it instantly killed them.

The old monk pronounced the Buddha's name, recited the scriptures of the transcendent soul, and then returned to the clouds again, ignoring the others.

"All of you fellow Daomen must also understand that this time the blood ring is not without overseers, please make some self-control!" Zhang Mo said as he flew down from the blood ring.

The disciples of the Qi Refining Period who were still clamoring for Li Zhiyu to maintain for the Daomen suddenly became dumbfounded, and the huge spiritual pressure of the old monk before made everyone feel breathless, and the strength of the Jindan Stage was not something that ordinary Qi Refining Stage cultivators could resist.

Not everyone dares to shout with people whose strength exceeds their own two levels, and the same thing that immortal cultivators are most afraid of is death, if everything is empty after death, reincarnation is a last resort, because the reincarnation process is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you may be scattered, and you will not even have the opportunity to reincarnate.

"Next, Zhanda!" Zhang Mo said back to a thin man. "Be careful, come back alive!"

"Don't worry, Guard!" said Janda with a nod, and at the same time took a leap into the blood ring.

At the same time, someone from the Dao Gate also stood up, and then the magic circle of the blood ring was activated, and the two began to fight in it.

Ten life-and-death battles are held once every ten days, and as long as those who have participated in it can no longer participate, this is a matter negotiated between the two sides.

Zhang Mo didn't plan to participate in just one game, he decided to participate every time, in order to be able to fight to the death with powerful people, so that he could improve his realm faster.

His approach also made those monks within the alliance grateful, because every time Zhang Mo participated, they could have one less person, and these people thought that Zhang Mo was thinking about them and didn't want them to die.

Yes!

After a miserable scream, Zhan Da hung a color on his body, but he got down from the blood ring with excitement on his face, and immediately someone went up to clean up the corpses of the dead Daomen disciples.

"Hong Han, remember to come back alive!" Zhang Mo called out a person's name again.

The person who was called by his name looked unwilling, but because of the regulations, he finally chose to jump into the blood ring.

Fighting against him was a very greasy-looking Taoist priest, and this Taoist priest showed a hehe smirk when he saw Hong Han, which made Hong Han's originally nervous mood relax a lot.

However, Zhang Mo at the bottom frowned slightly, and Zhan Da, who had just returned from victory, saw Zhang Mo frowning, and immediately asked: "Why is Lord County Shou frowning, in terms of strength, Hong Han seems to be stronger than that Taoist priest." And Hong Han is an old man who survived the beast tide. ”

"Not everyone who has experienced the beast tide will become stronger, and some people will become more vulnerable after experiencing the beast tide. Zhang Mo sighed in a low voice.

Because of the unwillingness in Hong Han's eyes just now, Zhang Mo saw it in his eyes, but the blood ring once every ten days was decided by drawing lots, and Zhang Mo naturally couldn't control who was on and who wasn't.

Sure enough, after more than a dozen rendezvous, Hong Han was stabbed through the head by the greasy Taoist priest with a sword, which made Zhan Da, who was still a little unconvinced of Zhang Mo, stunned.

Eight more life-and-death battles followed, with both sides winning and losing.

Finally, in the evening when it was getting dark, Zhang Mo took the rest of the people back to Wuling County.

On the second day, all the monks of the Alliance began to get up early to practice, some exchanged ideas with each other, some discussed their experiences together, and some went to Fang City to buy the Heart Shield and magic weapons, and for a while, everyone who was originally lazy and lazy became active.

This blood ring is like a sword hanging above everyone's heads, constantly spurring everyone forward, making people who were not too enterprising one after another to cultivate vigorously, in order to kill each other in the blood ring ten days later and survive.

Zhang Mo, who returned to the county guard's mansion, immediately began to enter the secret room to cultivate, and today's fight actually made him realize a trick of the heart sword, and he went back at this time to consolidate it.

In the secret room, Zhang Mo summoned the blood-red heart sword again, and this heart sword condensed from the original sword qi into such an appearance, which was really beyond Zhang Mo's imagination.

Zhang Mo held it in his right hand, and the blood-red heart sword was suspended in his palm, with a trace of evil aura all over his body, and at the same time, there were some slender lines on the top of the hilt, but it was not very clear.

It seems to be a circle faintly, and as for what is inside the circle, Zhang Mo can't see clearly.

Then Zhang Mo stretched out his finger and swiped it on it, "Wow!", and the skin of his finger was immediately cut, and this heart sword seemed to be condensed by divine consciousness, and it was even sharper than an ordinary top-grade flying sword.

What kind of exercise is this! Zhang Mo sighed from the bottom of his heart, he once asked his master, Venerable Ten Thousand Poisons, but it was a pity that Venerable Ten Thousand Poisons only saw that this Heart Sword was an extremely unusual exercise, and as for what level of exercise, Venerable Ten Thousand Poisons couldn't say.

Then Zhang Mo took out the big black ball that he had purchased from Fang Market a long time ago, Zhang Mo had tried many methods before and failed to shake it, which made Zhang Mo want to try this big black ball with his sword.

"Heart Sword - Enlighten the True Heart!" With Zhang Mo's low shout, the blood-red heart sword immediately slashed towards the big black ball in front of him.

Airplanes!

A clear hum sounded.

Then the big black ball began to spin rapidly, and Zhang Mo immediately withdrew his heart sword, staring at the big black ball spinning like a spinning top on the ground.

"Could it be that there is something hidden in this big black ball?" Zhang Mo immediately looked at the big black ball on the ground vigilantly.

Because of the experience of the previous car, Zhang Mo did not lean forward in a hurry, but just waited and hesitated nearby, and the big black ball the size of a dustpan on the ground also slowly slowed down and stopped after spinning rapidly.