This made Yuwen Zhouyuan a little annoyed, and silently observed the cliff, but on the surface, he didn't see anything wrong, except that the color of the stone was as red as blood, and he didn't seem to find any danger lurking.

However, Yuwen Zhouyuan would not think that the information was wrong, even if the disciple's memory did not mention danger, he would still be careful, because these places where the Heaven and Earth Spirit Grass grows are usually guarded by demon beasts.

The path of cultivation is thorny step by step, in addition to its own cultivation, it also requires cultivators to be bold and careful, since ancient times, because of the carelessness of the fallen cultivators, Yuwen Zhouyuan is not willing to become one of them, because he wants to go further, and finally break the void and return to his own world!

The cliff didn't see anything wrong, under it, there was an overgrown path, winding to the front, Yuwen Zhouyuan's face, showing a trace of solemnity, where his mind moved, a layer of pale cyan light enveloped his body, Yuwen Zhouyuan had already transported the true skill of protecting the body, but he was not at ease to take out a golden bell talisman and slapped it on his body, protect himself Yuwen Zhouyuan never felt wasted, no matter how much magic weapons and elixirs people had to die, it was useless!

Then, Yuwen Juyuan took out two attack talismans from his arms, and clenched them in his left and right hands respectively, ready to deal with sudden dangers at any time.

After doing all this, Yuwen Zhouyuan cautiously walked along the path, Yuwen Zhouyuan walked very slowly, and expanded his divine thoughts as much as possible around him, so that he could detect danger early.

After Yuwen Zhouyuan's divine thoughts were consumed and assimilated by Yan Junsheng's Yuan Shen, his divine thoughts were very strong and comparable to those of a cultivator in the middle stage of the True Yuan Dynasty, which was also his unknown secret.

Half an hour later, Yuwen Juyuan stopped, silent, and on the road ahead, a wide river suddenly appeared, the river was turbulent, and it seemed to be boiling, strangely churning.

Above the river, there was a large blood-red mist.

Several birds swept by, crashing headlong into the blood-red mist, the sound of wailing reached the ears, and a moment later, the bones fell from the sky, and the flesh had been sucked dry.

"Fog Blood Demon Beast!" Yuwen Zhouyuan's mind flashed, and a name appeared in his memory.

Yuwen Zhouyuan He once saw the introduction of this demon beast in the diary of the Butcher Demon Lord, the mist blood demon beast, the first-class best demon beast, likes to eat the flesh and blood of living creatures, can turn the body into mist, and is one of the most difficult first-level demon beasts.

If it was possible, Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't want to make a move with this demon beast, but what he saw below made Yuwen Zhouyuan's face more and more gloomy.

"Puff" a small fish jumped out of the water, although it was far away, but with the divine sense of Yuwen Zhouyuan, it was naturally clear that it was a small black fish, with two fingers long and wide, at first glance, it was no different from ordinary fish, but if you look closely, you can find that its eyes are protruding outward, glowing with blood-red luster, and its teeth are particularly sharp.

"Man-eating cuttlefish!" Yuwen Zhouyuan took a breath of cool air, although the level of this thing is not high, a first-class demon beast, but it likes to live in groups, a nest of man-eating cuttlefish, at least tens of thousands, and a fierce temperament, not afraid of death, not to mention himself, is a monk in the True Yuan Period, when he meets them, he can only flee in the wilderness.

Standing by the river, Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent, the road ahead had been blocked, no matter whether he crossed the river or flew over, he would encounter a strong enemy.

Fortunately, the man-eating cuttlefish can't go ashore, and the misty blood demon beast is known for its laziness, as long as it doesn't go forward, it doesn't have to worry about being actively attacked.

After hesitating for a while, Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression suddenly moved, he felt a few breaths, and he was rapidly approaching here, could it be a monk from the Snow Mountain Sect?

It's too late to go back now, but no matter what, Yuwen Zhouyuan will not give up the opportunity to obtain the Golden Yang Grass and the Star Soul Flower, because after those two elixirs are added to the Zhuyuan Pill, people can successfully advance to the True Yuan Stage will improve their cultivation, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of determination, only give this method a try.

Reaching into his arms, he took out a black soul bead, and as soon as the soul bead was taken out, it exuded a thick yin qi, full of resentment, and it was terrifying.

This thing is a soul bead in the treasure of the Butcher Demon Lord that Yuwen Zhouyuan got from Yuwen Xiangwan, the difference is that this soul bead is the only one that is different among all the soul beads at that time, because it contains countless resentful souls, it is an authentic soul magic weapon, although the name is the same as those empty soul beads, but there is a substantial difference!

Although this thing Yuwen Zhouyuan has not yet been sacrificed to recognize the Lord, it can be barely operated, and it has a lot of power.

The true power in Yuwen Zhouyuan's body operated, gently urging the soul beads, and in an instant, the anger was great, and the sound of ghosts crying faintly came from all around, the yin wind was miserable, and countless black ghost mist poured out from the soul beads, churning, wrapping Yuwen Zhouyuan's body layer by layer.

In the ghost mist, Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression was solemn, and he had words in his mouth, and he operated his true power according to the method of cultivating the soul bead, and continued to inject it into the soul bead.

The sound of the ghost's cry became more and more poignant, and several fierce ghosts with disheveled hair ran out of it, their fingers like hooks, their eyes blood-red, and they kept howling.

They were the souls that had been sealed into the soul beads, and Yuwen Zhouyuan commanded them to surround him, and then carefully flew into the blood mist in the air above the river.

Coincidentally, another waterfowl passed through here, and the blood mist rolled, condensing countless red silk threads, piercing into the body of the waterfowl, and after a while, its flesh and blood were sucked clean, leaving only the bones falling from the sky, but the blood mist did not react at all to the intrusion of Yuwen Zhouyuan at the same time.

It seems that he has made the right bet, Yuwen Zhouyuan breathed a sigh of relief, according to the diary of the Butcher Demon Lord, although the fog blood demon beast is the most difficult first-class best demon beast, it has no eyes, but its sense of smell is very sensitive, once it finds that a prey enters the blood mist transformed by its body, it will attack immediately.

But the misty blood demon beast only eats living things, but it will not be interested in dead corpses, according to this, Yuwen Zhouyuan thought of using soul beads to hide from the sky and the sea.

Use ghost mist, yin ghosts and other feminine things to cover up the vitality that they exude, and deceive the mist and blood demon beast without eyes, making it think that it is not a living person, but a ghost thing.

Although he really did it, with the many magic weapons on his body, he should also be able to defeat this demon beast, but in this dangerous fog demon mountain, it is always beneficial and harmless to be able to save some true power as much as possible, not to mention that through his divine sense, Yuwen Zhouyuan has already sensed that someone else has come here, which is even more inappropriate to stay for a long time.

Not long after Yuwen Zhouyuan left, a royal wind fell from the sky, and three monks from the Snow Mountain Sect walked out.

"Senior brother, that guy's sense disappeared here. "It was a young monk in his twenties who spoke, with starry eyebrows and childish spirit, but his cultivation had reached the late stage of the seventh layer of the True Qi Stage.

"Be careful, Sun and Li, the two junior disciples are not weak in mana, but they were poisoned by the other party at the same time, that person must not be an ordinary casual cultivator. "One of them.

"Senior Brother Ma, so what, judging from the death of Sun and Li, it is obvious that they were secretly attacked. "One of them.

"Either way, it doesn't hurt to be cautious. ”

From the conversation, it can be heard that the three of them found the body of the unlucky monk who was destroyed by Yuwen Zhouyuan, and they don't know how they tracked it here.

"That person must have crossed the river, Senior Brother Fang, let's chase after him!" The other person didn't speak, but he was very anxious, and after saying this proposal, he didn't wait for the two fellow disciples to answer, and flew away towards the other side of the river.

"Senior Brother Meng Lang, wait!" The monk known as Senior Brother Fang was stunned, although he was not as well-informed as Yuwen Zhouyuan, and he didn't know the Fog Blood Demon Beast, but the blood-colored mist floating over the river was obviously not a good thing, and he was about to observe for a while before making a decision, but he didn't expect that Senior Brother had already acted recklessly.

If you want to remind him to be careful, but it is too late, the blood-colored mist suddenly churned, and when he noticed that a prey had entered his body, how could the mist blood demon beast be polite, and once again condensed a blood-colored silk thread, stabbing towards Meng Lang.

Meng Lang was taken aback, of course he refused to sit still, he slapped on his left wrist, and a small talisman had been sacrificed by him, and after the talisman burned, it turned into a light blue light mask, wrapping his body in it.

It's actually a rare high-level defense talisman - the Water Qianjun Talisman!

Blood-colored silk threads shot on the mask, causing the white light to tremble for a while, but it was impossible to break the mask, Meng Lang just breathed a sigh of relief, but then, his face was as white as paper.

I saw that the silk threads suddenly became entangled, changing into the shape of a giant python, and then tightly wrapped the light mask.

Seeing this amazing scene, not only Meng Lang, who was deep in the blood mist, was apprehensive, but his two companions were also shocked.

The situation was urgent, and the two didn't have time to think about it, so the two shouted: "Senior brother, don't panic, I'll help you." ”

As soon as the words fell, the two of them flew over at the same time, and the two disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect actually had spiritual weapons, one was an iron whip that was two feet long, and the other was a gray flying sword.

Although in terms of condition, it is also inferior, but as a True Qi Stage monk, it is already very enviable to have such a treasure.

The power of the spirit weapon is extraordinary, and the demon beast does not dare to slack off, and the blood mist conjures up giant pythons, entangled with the two of them.

And the monk who was trapped in the pillar of light also did not sit still, and took out several more talismans from the storage bag, and threw them like the center of the blood mist.

In an instant, the spirit weapons were vertical and horizontal, the blood was flying, the sound of explosions was endless, and the demon beast and the three monks were having a good time.

On the other side of the riverbank. Yuwen Zhouyuan slowly retracted his gaze, and a sneering smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, the three guys who were following him were destined to fall here.

The strength of the Misty Blood Demon Beast is not trivial, and the only ones who can steadily defeat it are the True Yuan Stage cultivators, and the True Qi Stage cultivators, unless they have many treasures like themselves, they will all become food in its mouth.

It's okay, let the monster get rid of these nasty tails, and it won't arouse suspicion.