Retrograde fairy way

"Hey, these idiots, do you really think that blood demons are so easy to kill?" In a hidden place not far from the battlefield, several hidden brilliance flashed. Array.

A sinister voice came out from inside, which seemed extremely strange.

"Fellow Daoist Liang, we are waiting here for these idiots to fight the blood demon, and we will go out to clean up the mess in a while!" Another rather rough voice sounded.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Xiao, don't think that there are only a few people waiting for me here. Even though Mount Moluo is huge, there are quite a few people staring at the treasures of the Moluo Sect!" The voice from before sounded again.

"What Fellow Daoist Chi Yan said is so true, we'd better be careful. There are pools of blood all over the Moro Sect, and blood demons are by no means rare. With Fellow Daoist Xiao's concealment formation, our chances of winning have increased by several tenths." , it's better to wait with peace of mind!" Another voice sounded.

"Alright, let's just watch here, and wait until the Gorefiend is nearly beaten by them, then we'll make a move!" The rough voice pondered for a moment, and immediately agreed.

"Hehehe, Fellow Daoist Xiao has become a little impatient recently, not like you back then!" A strange cry deliberately lowered his voice.

"Hmph, poisonous hunchback, don't make fun of Xiao. Back then, you were there, so you were willing to do it?" The person surnamed Xiao snorted coldly.

"Hehe, although my old hunchback is not reconciled, what can I do? Didn't I still come here like this? How can it compare to Fellow Daoist Xiao, whose lifespan is about to expire!" The poisonous hunchback laughed sinisterly.

"Don't quarrel anymore, everyone. As long as we work together, we will definitely gain something from this trip. Are you afraid that your cultivation will not enter the country?" the person called Chi Yan smoothed things over.

The rest of the people heard the words, only heard two cold snorts, and then stopped speaking, as if they were quite displeased with each other.

Then this hidden formation fell into silence again, like a dormant beast, waiting for its prey to show up.

Just after a cup of tea, the battle on the field changed again.

Even though the giant blood-colored skeleton was extremely powerful, it was eventually defeated by a team of more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators and was smashed to pieces again. The bones turned into fly ash.

Even though the giant skeleton was killed, it cost the lives of several monks, and everyone looked a little withdrawn, obviously fearful of the Moluozong blood pool.

After all, the giant skeletons that have just been assembled have such power, so if you go inside, there is no guarantee that more terrifying monsters will not appear.

Seeing everyone's complexion, the old man in the head understood, and immediately said with a flash of eyes: "Fellow Taoists, don't worry, we monks are all practicing against the sky. Although this trip is dangerous, if it succeeds, it will definitely allow us to continue our cultivation. If we go one step further on the road and enjoy hundreds of years of life, what is this kind of sacrifice?"

Hearing what he said, everyone pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly. Practitioners are like this, and they might die in some dangerous place. If they simply retreated because of a little danger, they would not have practiced until now Boundary.

After a while, everyone took away the storage bags of the dead on the ground and went inside. The people killed by the giant skeletons did not leave a trace of flesh and blood, but it saved them effort.

Not long after they left, a group of people who were hidden in the formation also walked out of the formation cautiously. After careful attention, they hung behind the group of monks and followed.

After losing the battle between the blood demon and the monk, the place returned to calm, but no one noticed that the blood pool that had lost the blood demon was gradually bursting with bubbles, as if something was about to come out.

But what was strange was that the blood pool was tumbling for a while, and the thick plasma slowly sank, and even the blood demon dust left on the ground was sucked into the blood pool.

After a cup of tea, the pool of blood dried up, and there was no longer the feeling of rushing blood, but the strong blood was still the same

Suddenly, a pale red phantom flashed beside the blood pool, stared at the dry blood pool for a while, then swayed, and went inside.

And in Moluo Mountain, there are not a few monks entering everywhere, and fighting can be seen everywhere, and the shouts of killing come and go, which shows the large number of people entering.

On the outskirts of Mount Moluo, in a valley, eight monsters wrapped in blood-red robes and wearing blood-colored masks gathered together. Skeletons appeared one after another on the blood-red robes, which looked strange and terrifying.

But the skeletons on these people range from eight to one, but they are arranged in an orderly manner.

"Jie Jie, these immortal cultivators are really stupid. The Moluo Sect is the top sect of my demonic sect. Most of the secret magic treasures in it are demonic treasures. What they have acquired in the immortal way is of no great use, and they are desperate to get in!" A blood-robed man with a skull head asked one of them.

"Old Five, what you said is wrong. Although immortals and demons are different, they all absorb the vitality of heaven and earth at the root. Although there are many demonic blood and demonic energy in these magical treasures, they can be washed away by secret methods. After refining, it can be used by immortal cultivators again!" The blood-robed man had only one skeleton, and explained to the man.

"Brother is right, those immortal cultivators are the most despicable and hypocritical, but they are smug in the open, but they are doing men's thieves and prostitutes secretly. Those spiritual herbs cultivated by the seniors of the demon way with blood essence are taken by the immortal cultivators. It's not the same. Is it used for alchemy to refine the body?" The blood-robed man with two skeletons on his body said harshly.

"Well, although the demonic elixir contains blood and demonic energy, the essence of flesh and blood in it is the most tender and nourishing. Immortal cultivators always pay attention to the strength of mana, but they don't know how to condense the physical body, but with the demonic elixir The refined blood pills can make up for this, and they may have cultivated magic medicine in secret!" The elder brother nodded slightly.

"Hateful, these immortal cultivators occupy the great spiritual land, but they don't know how to make progress!" A slightly thin blood robe said humanely, but the voice was a woman.

"What Seventh Sister said is that these immortal cultivators are really hateful, but we can only work desperately for a little resource every day in the barren land of the Northwest!" The blood-robed man with two skeletons on his body said in a deep voice.

"I don't know when we will be able to enter this kind of spiritual land, and we can practice with peace of mind!" One of them said a little lonely.

"Hey! Fourth brother, maybe you have something wrong with your cultivation. If you cultivate with peace of mind, aren't we just like these immortal cultivators, how can we fight to survive in the chaotic cultivation world?" Another person sneered.

"..." Hearing this, the fourth child shook his head slightly, but did not make another sound.

"Don't talk about it, as long as we complete the task of Master and his old man, there will naturally be a lot of rewards, which may help us enter the realm of alchemy as soon as possible!" The elder brother said in a deep voice, but there was a strange look in his eyes fleeting.

When the other seven people heard the words, they all nodded and kept silent, but a few of them had a slight look of fear in their eyes, and they just lowered their heads quickly to cover up, so that no one else saw them.

After discussing with each other, they hid their bodies on the spot and did not make another sound. After a while, the place fell into silence.

At the other end, there was another strange man covered in black mist, holding a palm-sized disk that shone strangely with a strange black awn in his hand. With a strange laugh, he disappeared in a flash.

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A few days passed, more and more monks entered Mount Moluo, and battles followed, but more monks avoided other people with a tacit understanding and went inward.

Those who have been able to cultivate to this day are mostly not stupid, and they will not engage in unnecessary fights. Only when treasures appear, they will show their fangs and attack competitors, and even those around them.

Mo Luozong was one of the top sects of the Demonic Dao back then. It is conceivable that the prohibition in its sect was strong, but it has been eroded by resentment for many years. It has also been weakened a lot.

In addition, for tens of thousands of years, every time the secret realm is opened, many monks will come, even if the restriction is strong, it cannot withstand so many attacks.

Therefore, the restrictions in many places in the interior were opened by those who only had foundation building cultivation.

According to what he learned from Tang Zhenye's memory, Wang Mo wore the night devil's hidden cloak, and marched all the way to the interior of Mo Luozong without hindrance.

For the treasures that can be easily obtained in the way, he also took them out, and those places that seemed to be restricted and protected were still solid, so he let them go.

The purpose of his trip was not above these things. Only by getting what Tang Zhenye saw back then but was unable to take out could he feel at ease.

If not, he would not be willing to take the risk, and would rather not obey the arrangement of the mysterious old man, but hunt for treasure in Mount Moluo.

Carefully dodging several waves of monks walking in groups, with a flick of his figure, he rushed into a narrow valley.

Cautiously stretched out his consciousness to see if there were any restrictions around him, and then moved forward again.

It was only about a mile forward that Wang Mo froze and looked forward with a solemn expression.

There stood a giant blood-colored skeleton with a height of several feet, which was absorbing the remains of the corpse on the ground, and traces of blood emerged from the corpse and finally flowed into the mouth of the skeleton.

"Crack!"

The skeleton's upper and lower jaws collided for a while, and turned around with a crackling sound, obviously discovering the unexpected guest.

Seeing being discovered by him, Wang Mo didn't hesitate at all, and the Qinglin sword turned into a sword light several feet long with his fingers, and slashed at the giant skeleton.

During this journey, Wang Mo has already seen that those blood demons who only have a cultivation level in the early stage of foundation establishment can't find his figure at all.

And when he observed the giant skeleton formed by the gorefiends at a close distance to fight the monk, the skeleton spotted his figure.

Apparently it was because of his own blood qi, the monsters formed by the condensed blood demon way had a natural sensitivity to blood qi, the reason why the blood devil couldn't find him was because his cultivation was not enough.

Just now, as soon as he appeared, he found this giant skeleton, which proved this point.

Looking at the messy situation in the arena, this giant skeleton obviously killed an unknown number of monks, devoured their flesh and blood, and its aura reached an astonishing fake alchemy state.

I'm afraid this is also the reason why there are no monks entering here.

With such a big killer, how could any monk dare to enter it?