?“ Amitabha, you and the other four of you are deeply sinful, the true fire of the sun of the little monk will probably make you exhaust the demonic energy in your body, and it will be extinguished, which can be regarded as a punishment for you to wait" With his hands together, Mo Ke said softly. net

At this moment, the Sun True Fire on the four of them was still under his control, and if he wanted to, it would be easy to kill the four of them at this moment. However, Moko is a kind-hearted Buddhist disciple after all, and he is unwilling to kill the iniquity.

The four of them howled miserably, and their mouths even begged for mercy.

Worried about the more than forty cultivators, Mo Ke ignored the four of them, let go of the Buddha's knowledge, and began to sweep around

"Huh?"

While searching in the surrounding rooms, Moko suddenly caught a glimpse of the dozen demons, and hurriedly drilled towards the dry well, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and his heart made a decision.

The demons are panicked by their own true fire, and they will definitely flee to their masters, although these ghosts are powerful and difficult, but their wisdom is not high. Moko's 10,000-star invisible bead protector, with a bang, fell towards the dry well.

From the outside, this is an ordinary dry well, but when Moko goes deep into it, he is shocked.

The dozen or so demons disappeared strangely, and Moko followed the dry well to a depth of more than 500 meters, and the area below became larger and larger. Falling to the bottom of the well, Mo Ke suddenly caught a glimpse of a two-meter-diameter hole, in which there was a constant sound of noise, which was very strange.

After a moment's silence, Moko was vigilant and continued to go deeper.

After fifty or sixty meters, suddenly, Moko's eyes suddenly opened up, and a huge underground cave appeared in front of him.

In this underground cavern, it was not water that flowed, but viscous blood! These bloods, emitting a foul smell, kept tumbling and tumbling, and on top of it, there were more than forty cocoon-like things floating at this time, entangled in pitch-black demonic energy.

These cocoon-like beings were naturally the forty-three cultivators who had been captured.

A jade plate as black as ink floated in the blood, and there was a person sitting on it, with black hair like a waterfall, a burly body, exuding a fierce and fierce aura, it was Jing Wuming.

Jing Wuming's state is very strange at this time, his body, starting from the head, is half plump and lush, half dry like a skeleton, and the withered glory occupies half of each, which makes people feel creepy. At this moment, there was a bloody heart above its head, thumping, shooting out forty-three bloody rays of light, which were injected into the completely wrapped bodies of everyone.

"Goo-dong!

As if there was a rhythm, this bloody heart was constantly beating, devouring the essence of the people, this devouring was very slow, as if to get rid of all the dross, leaving only the essence.

"Amitabha Buddha is so evil Jing Wuming, he is using the essence of everyone's life to cultivate an evil method!" Seeing this scene in front of him, Mo Ke's anger suddenly rose in his heart.

Set up a scheme, secretly capture everyone, and then absorb the essence, but the nameless practice can be called evil.

"Amitabha, he is obviously at an important juncture in his cultivation at the moment, and his body is half gone, if it weren't for that, the evil spirits surrounding him would have sent a message, and it would have been impossible for him not to react. Don't miss the opportunity and don't come again, first cut off this devouring and save everyone!" The thought flickered in his heart, and Moko instantly made up his mind.

"Whew!"

Stepping forward, chasing the stars and catching the moon, Moko's figure has come to the sky above the blood cave, and the Buddha Yuan power in his body is fiercely injected into his Eight Desolations War God, and then, with a fierce throw, there was a huge tearing sound, and the Buddha's light was swirling, and suddenly, like cold electricity, stabbed fiercely into the bloody heart.

"Peng!"

In an instant, the Eight Desolations War God Ge stabbed this bloody heart fiercely, causing it to suddenly convulse violently, and then, with a bang, it directly collapsed, turning into countless bloody lights. As soon as this bloody heart collapsed, as if the central hub had been cut off, forty-three bloody rays of light also collapsed.

"Whoa"

The bloody heart collapsed, and Jing Wuming, who was originally calm and tried to devour, suddenly woke up and let out a wild roar, and then, the collapsed blood light was sucked by it suddenly, and it was directly inhaled into the body, and the body that withered and half of the body began to shake rapidly

With a hideous face, Jing Wuming stared at Moko not far away, rubbing his teeth with hatred. The strong man in his dignified integration period was actually attacked by a little monk at the level of Yuan Buddha when he was cultivating, and he shattered his natal blood demon heart.

"Damn the little bald donkey, you really damn it!"

"Take, take, collect!"

When the other party let out a wild roar, Moko was the light of the monk's shoes under his feet flickered, like a floating light, extremely fast, flashing in all directions, and a sweep of the Qiankun bag was to include the people imprisoned in the demonic energy. If these people had the ability to move independently, it might still be a little difficult, but at this moment, everyone is imprisoned, but it saves Moke a lot of trouble.

"Whew! I'm finally done, leave quickly!"

Bursting out at peak speed, consuming a large amount of Buddha Yuan power, with the help of the treasure monk shoes, Mo Ke finally rescued forty-three people into his Qiankun bag in a short two breaths at an almost perverted speed. Immediately, he panicked and wanted to flee quickly.

Jing Wuming is a strong person at the combined level, and it is obviously a very perverted existence, Mo Ke naturally has no intention of fighting to the death with the other party and deciding a high and low.

The body shook violently, Jing Wuming's face was full of pain at the moment, the plump half of the body seemed to be congested with too much blood at this moment, showing a purple-red color, as for the other half, it began to gradually inflate, bulging.

"Little brute, want to escape?"

In the void, Jing Wuming's voice came out, cold and solemn.

At this time, Jing Wuming's face was still extremely hideous and terrifying, especially with his voice and momentum, it made people feel a daunting emotion.

"Run!"

With a move in the palm of his hand, the Eight Desolations War God Ge fell into his hand, and the purpose had been achieved, Mo Ke naturally would not manage Jing Wuming at this time, he urged the treasure monk shoes with all his might, just to escape and leave. And at this moment, Jing Wuming was still sitting on the dark jade plate, and his withered body was about to normalize.

Without hesitation, he flipped his hand, and suddenly a small green-skinned gourd appeared in Jing Wuming's hand, this green-skinned gourd was delicate, giving people a feeling that it had just been picked from the gourd vine, but it was surrounded by monstrous evil qi and resentment.

The right hand, which was as thin as a chicken claw, stretched out suddenly, and with a bang, Jing Wuming pulled out the gourd stopper, and suddenly sprayed a mouthful of essence blood on the gourd, respectfully bowed to the gourd, and said, "Please turn around, baby!"

As soon as these words came out, he immediately went to the mouth of the green-skinned gourd, and flew out of a thing, with a glimmer of light, more than three feet high, seven inches long, eyebrows and eyes, two white lights shot out of his eyes, and with a bang, it was as if he could cut everything, and disappeared in an instant.

After issuing these words, Jing Wuming sneered, "Hmph, little bald donkey, your guts are too fat, you dare to provoke this sect master, my immortal flying knife, legend is an imitation of a famous and powerful magic weapon in the wilderness, the power is comparable to that of a low-grade immortal weapon, you are dead! The soul is completely strangled, and it is impossible to even be reincarnated!"

No wonder Jing Wuming is proud and confident, the reason why he can have today's achievements is mainly because of the great opportunity back then, and he obtained the earth-shattering secret, which is why he rose step by step. This immortal flying knife is one of his two most precious killer weapons and one of the means of saving his life, and he has killed many enemies for him.

At this time, Moke didn't know the scene just now, Jing Wuming worshiped the green skin gourd, said please baby turn around, and then a ray of glory flew out. Moko had already flown out of the dry well, and he was happy in his heart, as long as he gave himself a moment of time, he would be 100% sure that he would be able to escape. Kneel and beg to share

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