"Take me with you, can you reach Qiyang Mountain in half a day?" Mo Zhiyao asked the treacherous wind winged bat on his shoulder as he galloped.

"Yes, but I'm afraid I'll have to rest for a while before I can do it. The Shadow Wind Bat groaned for a moment, then said.

"You don't have to do it, you just wait for me in heaven. But if a trash fish escapes, you should have no problem dealing with it, right?" Mo Zhiyao said in a cold voice.

"That's no problem!" The blood-red eyes of the Shadow Wind Wing Bat were filled with bloodthirsty killing intent, demon beasts were easy to kill, and the Shadow Wind Wing Bat was even more so. Since he came out of the Ten Thousand Beasts Cave with Mo Zhiyao, he has never moved his hand, and he has long been uncomfortable. As soon as he heard that Mo Zhiyao allowed it to deal with those miscellaneous fish with low cultivation, his excitement was overflowing. "Master, just concentrate on dealing with those ten people, and I'll take care of the rest. ”

"Okay! let's go!" Mo Zhiyao nodded, and then the Shadow Wind Winged Bat enlarged its size, grabbed Mo Zhiyao's shoulders with its claws, and spread its cyan wings, as fast as a streamer, and flew out extremely far in an instant, and could only barely see a black dot in the same place.

Half a day later, when Mo Zhiyao and the Shadow Wind Winged Bat arrived at Qiyang Mountain, the sky was already completely dark, and the dark environment gave Mo Zhiyao a familiar feeling, as if he had returned to the days of cultivation in the Black Lotus Mountain Range.

After walking in the dense forest for more than half an hour, Mo Zhiyao stopped. Through the gap in the forest, Mo Zhiyao looked not far ahead.

The scenery in front of me changed dramatically, dozens of zhang away in front of him, was a tall and abnormal, like a monster's bloody giant mouth of the cave, the cave on both sides of the strange rocks were craggy, and the night was like a ghost of the forest.

Mo Zhiyao glanced up at the sky, his sharp eyes were not affected by the night at all, and at the very high place, there was a black dot hovering, it was the Shadow Wind Winged Bat.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Zhiyao's eyes instantly became like blood, and a chilling killing intent surged out, his body flashed, and he came directly to the cave.

"Whew!. Several figures flew out from the darkness in all corners and rushed straight to Mo Zhiyao! The blades in their hands reflected the cold light of the forest under the illumination of the moonlight.

No one spoke at all, just do it, as long as it is not a bloody person, there is only a dead end when it appears here.

"Hmph!" Mo Zhiyao snorted coldly, took a step aside, and when a few figures rushed closer, the demonic aura suddenly expanded! The air within a radius of ten zhang was instantly emptied, and the figures of those killers suddenly froze, and their eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

"Poof!poof!poof!. Mo Zhiyao's figure was as fast as a ghost, leaving a string of afterimages behind him, appearing in front of those people almost at the same time, and his cold fingers swept across the necks of several people, bringing up a puffy bright red.

"Poof!" the corpse fell to the ground, and the look of horror in his eyes did not have time to retreat.

"Whoosh!Whoosh!Search!" The sound of breaking wind from the clothes sounded, and dozens of figures rushed out of the cave and landed in front of Mo Zhiyao.

"Who are you? How did you find here? "There is a man in the center, tall and thin, like a bamboo pole. His face was pale, his eyes were sunken, and he looked like a skeleton. There was a gloomy look in his eyes, and he was looking at Mo Zhiyao in disbelief at the moment. The lair of the Blood Killing Gate is extremely secret here, not to mention that outsiders don't know it at all, even the ordinary killers inside the door don't know, only the high-level and limited core members inside the door know, how did this young man find here?

Although the location of the headquarters of the Blood Killing Gate is very secretive, it also leads to the extremely sparse number of personnel in the headquarters, with a total of less than fifty people.

Mo Zhiyao's eyes narrowed, it seemed that this person was one of the eight elders of the Blood Killing Sect.

"Huh!" Mo Zhiyao swooped forward, rushing towards the elder of the Blood Killing Sect like lightning. For his question, Mo Zhiyao was not in the mood to answer.

"Look for death! Kill him for me!" Seeing that Mo Zhiyao didn't say a word, the elder of the Blood Killing Gate actually started directly, his eyes were filled with anger, and the killing intent around him was even stronger, he roared angrily, and commanded a few people around him to meet Mo Zhiyao, but he was the last, ready to take advantage of Mo Zhiyao to deal with the few people in front of him, waiting for an opportunity to attack and kill him in one fell swoop!

"Crackle!" The arc flashed, Mo Zhiyao's footsteps were wrong, and the speed was so fast that these ordinary killers didn't have time to react, they were hit by Mo Zhiyao, electric snakes erupted from their eyes, ears, mouths and noses, and their whole body spasmed and convulsed, and when they landed, their bodies were like a few pieces of coke, and they were completely lifeless.

A pungent smell of burnt paste instantly spread.

"What!" The eyes of the elders of the Blood Killing Sect flashed with intense astonishment, the six subordinates, but all of them were in the realm of turning spirits, and they were all killed by the young man in front of him before they even blinked an eye, and the strength of this young man was beyond his expectations.

"You die too!" Mo Zhiyao's cold gaze fell on the Elder of the Blood Killing Sect, and his tone was flat, as if he was recounting a fact.

"Boy, you are not crazy!" Wu Yuan, one of the elders of the Blood Killing Sect, was surprised by Mo Zhiyao's strong strength, but he didn't take it to heart.

Wu Yuan thought that he was the late Nayuan period of the foundation of the Nine Patterns, no matter which Xiuzhen country he was in, he was definitely an eye-catching and respected existence.

The young man in front of him killed six of his subordinates in an instant, and Wu Yuan thought that he could do it too, after all, he was just the most ordinary monk, and in Wu Yuan's eyes, he was simply an ant-like existence.

Seeing Mo Zhiyao coming straight to him, Wu Yuan's face was filled with a bloody smile, and as soon as the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, his body rose vertically, and he rushed straight to Mo Zhiyao, and on the open palm, a surging and violent purple-black spiritual power surged.

Poisonous power!

Wu Yuan wanted Mo Zhiyao to know, but he just killed a few ant-like monks, and in the face of the overhaul of the Nine Patterns Foundation promoted to the late Nayuan period, everything was in vain, all the struggles were useless, and the end was only death!

With a narrow and violent force, Wu Yuan threw a punch and went straight to Mo Zhiyao's chest. Wu Yuan's eyes flashed with arrogant pride, and he roared with a cruel smile: "Die, stinky boy, blame yourself for not measuring yourself, running to the bloody killing gate to spread wild!"

It's just that Wu Yuan's laughter stopped abruptly as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat!

"Smack!" Mo Zhiyao didn't move, opened his palm, and grabbed Wu Yuan's fist, Wu Yuan thought that his fierce and unmatched strength was like a wave slapping on the reef, and Mo Zhiyao's figure couldn't even cause a trace of trembling.

Wu Yuan looked at Mo Zhiyao, who had not moved, and his eyes were filled with horror, but the sinister smile on the corner of his mouth did not dissipate. "Boy, what Lao Tzu cultivates is the power of poisonous spirits, so you just wait to turn into a pile of dry bones in the wailing!"

"The power of the poisonous spirit, hmph, I don't feel it at all!" The curvature of Mo Zhiyao's lips looked so bloody, and his cold eyes made Wu Yuan's heart rise with a chill.

Among all the attributes of spiritual power, Mo Zhiyao is most afraid of the power of poisonous spirits, and the Ancient Demon Yuan is immune to all poisons.

"This is impossible, do you think you can fool me by pretending to be a ghost?" Wu Yuanqi used all his strength to frantically inject all the power of the poisonous spirit into his fist.

"I'll help you. Mo Zhiyao's eyes were like blood, and he looked extremely evil.

"What's going on?no!no!no!ah-" The terrible scream pierced the night sky, Wu Yuan's eyes flashed with extreme horror, and the face in his eyes was like a demon!

The spiritual power of the whole body was like a flood of bursting embankments, pouring out of Mo Zhiyao's body uncontrollably, and what made Wu Yuan even more frightened was that not only the spiritual power, but also his life essence, all of which could not be contained, frantically surged towards Mo Zhiyao.

Mo Zhiyao's palm, like a whirlpool, ruthlessly swallowed Wu Yuan's spiritual power and life essence.

Wu Yuan clearly felt that his life was passing quickly, although he didn't feel pain, but the terrifying feeling of seeing his life go away from him made him almost collapse.

"Who are you!Who are you!" Wu Yuan roared madly, his eyes flashed with despair, but he was powerless to get rid of Mo Zhiyao's "clutches", and the shadow of death instantly enveloped his heart.

Mo Zhiyao ignored Wu Yuan's mournful roar, his expression was cold, and the power of absorbing the fire was fully opened, and the whale swallowed the sea and absorbed Wu Yuan's spiritual power and life essence.

If Wu Yuan was still like a skeleton before, then after a few breaths, Wu Yuan became a real skeleton with skin and bones.

Mo Zhiyao deliberately did not suck Wu Yuan into ashes, but left him a trace of vitality, so that he could wail, just hold it in his hand, this situation and this scene made people's scalp tingle and heart split.

"Whoosh!whoosh!search!" A series of dozens of figures jumped out of the cave and stood in a horizontal row opposite Mo Zhiyao.

There is a person in the center, his face is pale and bloodless, and he is extremely calm. The narrow eyes reveal a hint of cunning. Blood-like lips with a grim smile. Dressed in black, with a slightly emaciated figure. Behind him was a black cloak, exuding a sinister aura. Bursts of mountain-like violent aura emanated from his body, giving people a suffocating sense of oppression.

There was a person beside him, with a hideous face like a ghost, and the sinister smile on the corner of his mouth exuded bloodthirstiness. The two hands that were as withered as ghost claws, the blood-red nails on the fingertips, flashing with a dazzling cold light, hung down at their sides, and their eyes full of murderous intent were staring at Mo Zhiyao tightly.

Behind the two of them, there were seven people lined up in a smooth line, with different shapes, and the only thing in common was to look at Wu Yuan who was holding in Mo Zhiyao's hand, with a look of horror in his eyes that could not be concealed.

With just his breath, Mo Zhiyao knew that these nine people should be Zuo Tianxing, the master of the Blood Killing Gate, Sha Qianli, the deputy master of the Gate, and the remaining seven elders.

Looking at Wu Yuan, who was lifted by Mo Zhiyao in his palm, like a skeleton, wailing incessantly, and his body twitching from time to time, Zuo Tianxing and Sha Qianli's eyes were filled with horror, and there was deep fear in their eyes when they looked at Mo Zhiyao.

"Are you Zuo Tianxing?" Mo Zhiyao's arm shook, Wu Yuan was like weeds and dry firewood, the bones with skin were scattered all over the ground, and the slight muffled sound of falling on the ground made the faces of the people opposite instantly turn extremely pale.