Retrograde fairy way

Countless killings have been staged among the many foundation-building monks who poured into the Langya Secret Realm.

Although there are many treasures in this secret environment, most of them are the dead bones left by the monks who have entered here over the years.

In the east of the Secret Realm, within tens of thousands of miles to the west, there is endless bloody sand, which is as ferocious as the bloody mouth of a wild animal, gloomy and terrifying.

Indistinctly, dozens of figures galloped from the east, their speed was extremely fast, and they entered the bloody desert in a short time.

"Fellow Daoist Xiang, isn't that place not far away?" An old man looked into the distance with a serious face and asked the person beside him.

"Well, there are still about a thousand miles away from here. With our current footsteps, three hours is enough!" The middle-aged man nodded slightly.

The rest of the people were a little excited when they heard this.

But one man said with a slightly worried look: "Brother Xiang, this is a place where blood sand worms haunt. This kind of monster worms are very difficult to deal with. We'd better be careful!"

"Hehe, Brother Liu, don't worry, our dozen or so late-stage Foundation Establishment and fake alchemy monks are enough to deal with it!" Xiang said middle-aged Hun indifferently.

"This..." The man surnamed Liu's face froze when he heard the words, but before he could say any more, there was a sudden buzzing around, as if something was about to appear.

Then everyone felt their feet trembling slightly, followed by violent ups and downs, as if the waves were surging on the surface of the sea, but they didn't know how to hide it from the monks, and appeared at such a close distance from them.

"No, it's the blood sand worm!" The man surnamed Liu shouted, reminding everyone.

When everyone heard the words, their complexions tightened. Looking at the surging power on the ground, it was obvious that the visitor was not good, and they sacrificed spiritual weapons to protect their bodies.

"Hey!" The man surnamed Xiang sneered, slapped the storage bag on his waist, and sacrificed a red spiritual knife. With one hand, it turned into a giant sword light that was more than ten feet long, and slashed to the ground with a bang. .

After a loud bang, the sky was filled with red sand mist, as if covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

Following this cut, the thing in the ground seemed to be dead, and then fell silent.

"Hey, what blood sand worm is nothing more than that!" The man surnamed Xiang sneered, showing disdain.

"Brother Xiang, don't underestimate this..." The young man surnamed Liu tightened his expression and hurriedly reminded.

But before he finished speaking, the ground surged up again, I don't know how many times it was the first time.

What came out immediately was that the surrounding red sand seemed to be alive, and it shot up into the sky.

Seen from a distance, the red sand all over the sky enveloped the group of dozens of people, as if entering a tornado.

"What?" The man surnamed Xiang showed an expression of disbelief, his spiritual sense swept out of the room, and he saw that where is the red sand?

It was clearly countless red worms that were as small as needles, covering the sky and covering the sun, and they were connected together, enveloping everyone in it in the blink of an eye.

That was the blood sandworm. As soon as the insect came out, it absorbed all the vitality in the space, making the people present feel a sense of suffocation.

Fortunately, everyone's cultivation was not weak, and they calmed down quickly.

"Get out!" The man surnamed Xiang looked cold, and shouted suddenly, and his subordinates even sacrificed the spiritual knife bit by bit, stabbing straight into the blood sand worm.

"Don't..." The man surnamed Liu seemed to think of something, but he couldn't stop it.

Seeing the spirit knife cut into the blood sandworm, the face of the man surnamed Xiang sank immediately, and the spirit knife that he was cultivating in his mind felt more and more heavy. In severe pain, his expression twisted immediately.

"Fellow daoists, be careful, this blood sandworm can absorb spiritual consciousness and attack with magical charms!" The man surnamed Liu hurriedly helped him up and reminded the people around him.

Hearing the words, everyone's expressions changed. You must know that most of the monk's strength lies in controlling his own treasures to attack the enemy, but this blood sand worm just restrained it.

At this time, he was already surrounded by blood sandworms, so he could only rush out.

But they obviously underestimated the power of these blood sand worms,

Countless blood sand worms surrounded it, and those talisman seals and spell attacks killed many, but then the subsequent blood sand worms filled the loopholes.

Many blood sand worms pounced on the monks, opened their narrow but fine sharp teeth, and gnawed fiercely on their vitality shields.

Everyone felt that the energy in their bodies was being consumed rapidly, and after a while, they were unable to make ends meet, and gradually became tired.

From a distance, it looks like a huge blood-colored cocoon, slowly wriggling and undulating.

An hour later, a hole was suddenly torn open in the giant cocoon, and several rays of light flew out of it, heading west.

Then the opening on the giant cocoon slowly closed, and finally merged into the ground and disappeared, as if nothing had ever appeared.

Such a scene, in this vast blood-colored desert, has been staged many times, and even the bones did not leave the slightest tragedy.

A few days later, a huge blue shadow galloped past quickly, and there was a person lying on top of it, which was Wang Mo.

After he came here, he patted Qingpi's back, signaling it to pause.

Qing Pi exhaled obediently, then grinned and glanced around.

With a flash of Wang Mo's figure, he jumped down from Qingpi's back, casually took out a dozen demon cores from the storage bag, and threw them to Qingpi to eat.

Running continuously for more than half a month, even as a monster with a tyrannical body in the late stage of the second order, it is somewhat unbearable.

At this time, Wang Mo has already healed from the injuries he suffered in the future, and within two years, he has condensed the energy of his five elements to a small success, and he is only one step away from entering the soaring realm. Strong enough to face Undefeated Grandmaster Jiedan.

In his thinking, it is to make a breakthrough in this secret realm of Langya, in order to be able to face unknown dangers.

Although Grandmaster Jiedan cannot enter the secret realm from the outside world, it is another matter to break through the secret realm.

What many fake alchemy monks are afraid of is that after they go out, they will be targeted and robbed of their own treasures, so they will seek breakthroughs in the secret environment, after all, they can stay here for ten years.

As long as you are lucky enough, within five or even eight years, you can get a treasure that allows you to break through, and you can find a secret way to break through there.

This approach also has disadvantages.

This secret place full of resentment, when a monk breaks through, he will naturally inhale the resentment into his body, and then affect his mind. Resentment and evil spirit in consciousness and vitality.

But compared to the hundreds of years of longevity after the breakthrough, these decades of boring retreat are nothing.

Wang Mo took out a jar of wine, took a sip, saw Qingpi looking at him eagerly, couldn't help but smile, and slapped the wine jar with one hand, and saw that the clear wine turned into a water line and fell straight into it. In Qingpi's mouth.

"Woooo!" Qingpi stretched out his scarlet tongue, and licked away a little of the wine from the corner of his mouth, suddenly his eyes flashed coldly, his body's fur stood on end, and he groaned towards the ground.

Wang Mo's complexion changed, knowing that Qing Pi was warning him, he quickly released his consciousness, and carefully checked the surroundings.

But when he spread his consciousness away, he didn't find the slightest clue. He suddenly probed underground, and saw dense red worms spreading upwards several meters below the ground.

Its speed was so fast that Wang Mo didn't have time to leave here.

Before he had time to think about it, his right hand suddenly came out and slapped the ground.

Seeing that the green-gold vitality surged, it hit the sand and rocks with a bang, and with the help of this momentum, his figure suddenly rose.

With a quick wave of his left hand, he put the green skin into the spirit beast bag, and within a moment of lightning, he was about to sacrifice the Qinglin sword and fly away in the air.

But before he could fly, he felt the drowsy sky darken suddenly. When his consciousness swept over, Wang Mo's face was ugly, and he was wrapped in bloody worms covering the sky and the sun.

"Blood sand worm!" Suddenly, Wang Mo seemed to think of something, and a flash of light flashed through his mind.

Tang Zhenye and Lu Tianhong had entered the Langya Secret Realm back then, and knew very well about the many monsters and monsters inside, so this blood sand worm was naturally no stranger.

Its special physique is dedicated to devouring vitality and spiritual consciousness of monks. Its physical body is extremely hard, but it has a major weakness, that is, it is afraid of being corroded by poisonous substances and demonic energy.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo didn't dare to be negligent, and hurriedly slapped the storage bag, sacrificed the demon pocket, and covered the surrounding blood sand worms.

Even though he was quite afraid of the demon spirit's ability to devour flesh and blood to restore itself, but facing the blood sandworm that happened to restrain the monks' many methods, with Wang Mo's own treasures, only the demon spirit pocket could restrain it.

Because the demon pocket is attached by the demon's soul, it does not need Wang Mo's command.

I saw the black mist rolling over it for a while, let out a strange laugh, and rushed towards the bloody sandworm in the sky.

Although the flesh and blood energy contained in one blood sand worm is really small, the gathering of so many blood sand worms is enough to compare with many flesh and blood.

Facing the delicacy in front of him, the demon spirit was not polite at all, spread the pocket woven with iron spear spider silk sacs to the maximum, swept it left and right, and devoured most of the blood sandworm.

"Fizz!"

Seeing this, the blood sandworm knew that the demon spirit was not easy to mess with, so it neighed slightly and quickly penetrated underground.

How could the demon pocket let it go, suddenly a black light flashed, covering an area with a radius of several tens of feet, wrapping a large ball of red sand in it.

As the devilish energy surged, countless blood sandworms turned into traces of energy in a short while, and poured it into the devil's pocket.

Looking at the increasingly thick and steaming devilish energy above the devil pocket, Wang Mo's eyes flickered undetectably, but he didn't say much, and put it away with a wave of his hand.

The blood sand worm with a reputation for killing countless monks was so easily dealt with by him, to be precise, by the demon spirit pocket.

It's really one thing and one thing!

If it weren't for the entrance to the space of Tianhuo State, the blood sand worm probably wouldn't be able to do so many murders. After all, if it ran into a few demon monks, it might be able to kill it.

After putting away the demon spirit pocket, Wang Mo didn't just leave. Instead, he sacrificed the Qinglin Sword and made a single-handed tactic, turning it into a ten-foot-long sword light, and slashed to the ground with a bang.

After dozens of slashes in succession, a hole about Zhang Xu wide was exposed on the cut ground. The dark red dust and slight cold air spewed out, making the hole look even more eerie.

Wang Mo looked at a cave exposed below, and jumped into it without the slightest hesitation.