I stack buffs in a weird world!

Mo Yun walked in the barren desert with a sullen face. He had been here for a day.

Without the mark on Fang Xiu Yu, he completely lost the trace of Fang Xiu Yu and Zhang Yang.

He had no choice but to follow the route he remembered to the location of the floating coffin.

"Pah~"

A piece of rotten meat fell from Mo Yun.

"Damn~"

Mo Yun cursed angrily.

Failed to take over Zhang Yang's body. Dang Xiaojie's body was contaminated by the demon blood in Zhang Yang's body. It seemed that he would not be able to hold on for much longer.

"Demon blood, Zhang Yang!"

Mo Yun's eyes flashed with greed. He believed that Zhang Yang must have a great opportunity.

Now the importance of blood helium is not as important as Zhang Yang. As long as he takes over Zhang Yang's body, he will definitely be able to go to a higher level.

Even break through the ninth level and reach the great power stage!

"Huh?"

Mo Yun sensed someone in the distance and put on a cloak to cover his entire face.

After a while, a team of five Yangyan Building disciples rushed over here.

This team of Yangyan Building disciples was the first to step into the Eryue Sea.

I just didn't expect that so many people would survive in this demon tomb.

"Brother, when will this desert end?"

A Yangyan Building disciple with a handsome face whispered to the senior brother leading the team in front.

"I don't know, probably soon."

Bao Lengfeng sighed.

Since losing contact with the main force, he has been leading his fellow disciples to survive in the demon tomb, and now he only hopes that the White Wing Ancestor can find them as soon as possible.

But things went against his wishes. Five days have passed, and he still hasn't met anyone.

There were more than a dozen Yangyan Building disciples at the beginning, but now there are only five left.

But they are not without gains. They found some natural treasures, and two people in the team even broke through to the fifth level before the battle.

"Huh? Brother, do you think that is a person?"

A disciple pointed to the front.

Bao Lengfeng squinted his eyes, and could only see a black figure walking in the desert through the wind and sand.

"Let's go up and take a look! Maybe it's a lost fellow disciple."

Bao Lengfeng stepped forward and flew towards the distant Moyun in front, and the disciples of Yangyan Tower followed him one after another.

"Hey, I'm Bao Lengfeng, the true disciple of Yangyan Tower. Which junior brother is in front? Stop for a moment!"

Bao Lengfeng shouted

Moyun was wearing a black cloak and did not reveal the true disciple's clothing of Yifeng Sect.

Moyun paused and stopped at the spot after hearing the voice.

Bao Lengfeng and others caught up with Moyun in just a few breaths.

Seeing a hint of white under Moyun's black cloak, Bao Lengfeng's eyes condensed and gestured to the junior brothers behind him.

The disciples of Yangyan Tower understood and dispersed directly to surround Moyun.

"Haha... I wonder which junior brother of Yifeng Sect it is?"

Bao Lengfeng smiled and bowed forward.

Mo Yun slowly raised his head, revealing a face that looked like it had been splashed with sulfuric acid under the shadow of his hood.

Bao Lengfeng was frightened by Mo Yun's appearance, but he recovered quickly.

"It seems that my junior brother is injured.

Alas... I hate to see others suffer the most in my life, so let me help my junior brother to be relieved!"

Bao Lengfeng pretended to be compassionate.

Originally, the purpose of their visit to the tomb was to weaken the power of the Yifeng Sect as much as possible.

Meeting an injured Yifeng Sect disciple here is equivalent to picking up merits for free, and then you can exchange them for a lot of good things in the sect.

"Hehe... You came at the right time, so... I can hold on for a while."

Mo Yun looked at Bao Lengfeng and grinned.

Bao Lengfeng didn't care about what Mo Yun said, but waved his hand and shouted: "Do it!"

The other four Yangyan Tower disciples attacked Mo Yun from several directions at the same time.

Bao Lengfeng attacked directly from the front.

"Boom~"

A huge sonic boom sounded.

Bao Lengfeng flew dozens of meters away, and the other disciples also flew backwards.

"Ahem... what?"

Bao Lengfeng looked at his right hand, the whole arm was broken, revealing the pale bone inside.

Others were not much better? They were lying on the ground wailing.

"Puff~"

Bao Lengfeng spat out a mouthful of blood, "Who are you? The true disciples of Yifeng Sect can't have such strength."

Obviously, they had a ring match before coming to the Monster Tomb, and the Yifeng Sect didn't have such a strong true disciple.

This person showed that he was at least at the peak of the sixth level!

If the Yifeng Sect had such a fierce man, could he still be robbed of twenty places by his side?

"Me? I'm Dang Xiaojie!"

Mo Yun teasingly teleported in front of Bao Lengfeng.

In his eyes, Bao Lengfeng and his people were food. As long as he absorbed the flesh and blood of these people, he could temporarily suppress the erosion of the monster blood.

At least it would last until he found Zhang Yang again!

"Dang Xiaojie?"

BaolengFeng looked at Mo Yun's terrifying face.

He certainly knew Dang Xiaojie's name. He helped Yifeng Sect win two cities in a row in the ring match, and was in the limelight for a while.

It is said that Dang Xiaojie had just joined Yifeng Sect not long ago, and his family-inherited paper art was superb.

Although he was not seen using paper art in the ring.

"Hehe... Brother Dang, you and I are both from aristocratic families. I am from the Bao family of the Yun Dynasty..."

Bao Lengfeng still wanted to establish a relationship, hoping that Dang Xiaojie would let him go for the sake of the Bao family.

"I want to thank you for your gift, go with peace of mind!" Mo Yun said coldly.

Bao Lengfeng's face suddenly changed. Although he didn't understand what Dang Xiaojie meant, he would definitely not let him go in the current situation.

"Dang Xiaojie, you have to think it over. I am the true disciple of Yangyan Tower. If you kill me, there will be blood marks on my body. At that time, the White Wing Patriarch will not let you go..."

Bao Lengfeng said fiercely.

Mo Yun sneered and directly picked up Bao Lengfeng out of thin air.

The fifth-level Yangyan Tower True Transmission struggled helplessly in his hands like a little chicken.

"Ah~" Bao Lengfeng screamed.

Then his body began to shrink like water, and a thick bloody aura floated out of his body and rushed directly into Mo Yun's mouth.

"Uh..."

Mo Yun showed a comfortable look, and the skin on his face began to slowly grow granulations, but the corrosive power of the demon blood climbed up his face again.

The whole face became bumpy, but it was much better than before, at least now it looked like a human.

Seeing this, the other Yangyan Tower disciples fled madly in the opposite direction.

But how could they run faster than Mo Yun who could teleport? The final result was that they were sucked dry of blood and turned into mummies one by one by Mo Yun.

Mo Yun, who sucked dry everyone, only felt the power of the demon blood at this time, and was gradually suppressed by the energy in his body.

Only then did he walk slowly towards the desert ahead with satisfaction. According to calculations, he would reach the floating coffin after passing Shoushan, Soul Sea, and Ten Thousand Souls Valley.

His body was corroded by the demon blood in the floating coffin, and it was expected that there must be blood helium in the floating coffin.

He guessed that Fang Xiuyu and Zhang Yang would not miss such a great opportunity.

As long as he arrived one step earlier than others, he could get Zhang Yang's body, Fang Xiuyu's secret, and blood helium.

Little did he know that Zhang Yang had already arrived at the floating coffin and was immersed in distress...