"Who told you my whereabouts?" Mo Chong quickly asked the question he was most concerned about. If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to know the answer, he might not have left the Scarface Monk at all, the living mouth of White Bay.

Bai Wan said in a trembling voice: "This ...... I don't know ...... this."

"Huh!?" Mo Chong's face turned cold. When Bai Wan saw it, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I really don't know! The news I received was just sent by someone else in the form of a transmission note. I didn't see the face of the person who sent the message at all, and others might ......" Speaking of this, Bai Wan shut up. Several others are already dead, so what is there to ask?

Mo Chong was silent for a moment, and said, "He said before" Mo Chong pointed to the corpse of the gray-haired old man, and continued: "Listening to his tone before, it seems that there is a way to open the storage bag that has set a prohibition. Do you know that?"

Bai Wan nodded and said, "Yes...... This one. Just go to the secret shop. Generally, the larger secret shops will have one or two monks who are proficient in the way of cracking. However, not every storage bag can be opened, and they are expensive. Generally, in addition to tens of thousands of spirit stones, it also includes three to fifty percent of the items in the storage bag that is opened. ”

Mo Chong nodded and said, "Okay......." As far as you know, is there anyone else in the monk who received the news of my whereabouts?"

Bai Wan hesitated for a moment and said, "This...... I don't know under that. However, Qian Daoyou may have clues. He seemed to have received a message from someone inviting him to join him in dealing with you. The original copy of the Flying Sword Transmission should still be in his storage bag. ”

"Oh!?" Mo Chong's eyes flashed, and he had five fingers. Grabbed the corpse of Qian Siping. Just about to open. Suddenly, his complexion changed, and he suddenly raised his head. That Baiwan disappeared in a short moment when he grabbed Qian Siping's corpse, and only Wan Jun worms crawling back and forth in place remained, a little at a loss.

"Yes...... Teleportation Shaft or Earth Escape Talisman?" Mo Chong looked at the empty ground and muttered, "I'm still too careless...... I should have asked him to take the bag off......"

Someone has to deal with themselves, and they know their whereabouts. Who could it be?" Mo Chong frowned. This time, he had good luck and got away with it. But next time, it may not be so easy.

"Rustle, rustle. "The worms rubbed against each other's carapaces, sending a signal of intense hunger to Mo Chong. Mo Chong came back from his contemplation and said with a smile, "This time thanks to you. Go ahead, let's eat, let go of the belly and eat!" The effect of this Wanjun insect was beyond Mo Chong's expectations. Although they can't fly or bite, they have a good ability to restrain their breath. As long as it is used well. It is definitely a big killer for himself in the future.

Wan Jun Worm couldn't understand Mo Chong's words. However, Mo Chong loosened the restrictions on them. They can still feel it. Immediately, all the thousands of insects dispersed, pounced on several corpses in the field, and after squeezing them clean, they went away into the distance, like a huge army of black locusts. The difference is that locusts only destroy green, but they immediately swarm whenever they encounter something that has a breath of life or can move.

By the time the many insects had eaten and drunk enough and returned to Mo Chong's side, there was already a barren land of more than a dozen acres on the earth. Mo Chong put the drowsy Wanjun insects into the spirit beast bag, and then turned into a ray of light and broke through the air. His plan to improve his strength must be accelerated.

Blood River Plains, Blood River Battlefield. The Blood River Battlefield is an ancient site. It is said that in ancient times, there was an unusually tragic battle in this place, when countless monks were killed in battle, and their blood even gathered into a river of blood on the earth. The Blood River Plain, the Blood River Battlefield, hence the name. The truth of the matter is no longer possible to investigate, but the Yin Qi that does not disperse all year round on the Blood River Battlefield and the lonely souls and wild ghosts floating in it are very consistent with this legend.

There are legends, and naturally there are people who are interested in legends. In the past few years, many monks who were interested in legends had come to the Blood River Battlefield, hoping to find the exercises, ancient treasures, and various precious materials left by the ancient monks from this place. Whether or not there was a great battle of the Ancient Monks in the Blood River Plain, it had been searched by people. Nowadays, there are very few monks in this place. However, the low-level monks who lived nearby would often go into the Blood River battlefield in groups, searching for poisonous insects and poisonous snakes attracted by yin qi and digging up some spiritual grasses that liked yin qi.

Today, a group of more than a dozen Qi cultivators were working together to deal with a second-level black wind scorpion. Suddenly there was a sound of breaking wind overhead, and the monks were startled and immediately raised their heads. I saw that in the sky above my head, there was a pale cyan light that passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it had already passed over everyone's heads and flew towards the depths of the Blood River battlefield.

"Look! It's the predecessor of the foundation building period! Oh, it's been a long time since I've seen the predecessor of the foundation building period appear here. Gee. It's nice to be able to harness the light. When will I be able to build the foundation?" said a young man with a slightly pale face as he looked at the distant light and said with envy.

"Hmph. What is rare in the foundation building period? Isn't my third uncle also a monk in the foundation building period!? He made such a big movement, and he will know that he is wrong when he is besieged by the ghosts in the battlefield. Let's not go in his direction, so as not to wait for being implicated. A little girl with a garlic nose put on a disapproving look, but everyone saw that she just couldn't eat grapes and said that grapes were sour.

"Hey, don't look at it, let's get rid of the black scorpion in front of you first. The sun is about to go down. We are not foundation monks, and the danger of the Blood River battlefield after dark is not a joke. A black-faced young man with a steady expression who looked like the leader spoke in a deep voice.

When everyone heard this, their expressions were awkward. Sure enough, they all withdrew their gazes and refocused their attention on the black wind scorpion in front of them. The little girl with a garlic nose didn't forget to mutter: "Hmph, the foundation building period? is the foundation building period, and if you stay on the Blood River battlefield after dark, you can't think of being safe and sound!"

The Blood River Battlefield may pose some threat to the Monks of the Foundation Formation Period. But it didn't have much effect on the monk in the retreating light that flew by just now. Because that's our protagonist, Mo Chong, who is already a monk of Yudan.

Mo Chong traveled for half a month to come here, naturally for the ghosts here. The Blood River Battlefield was also discovered by Mo Chong not long ago from a map in the hands of a monk who died in his hands. Originally, the Blood River Battlefield was so far away, and Mo Chong didn't plan to come. But after being surrounded by several people in Baiwan, he immediately changed his mind. (To be continued......)