Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

As soon as the words fell, Pei Kun's offensive stopped abruptly, and a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth.

At this time, a five-element corpse beside Fang Mo had been torn apart.

"Evil! How dare you!"

Pei Kun covered his chest and looked at Fang Mo with a ferocious face.

That was the five-element corpse that he spent countless efforts and cultivated for decades, and now it was destroyed by Fang Mo, how could he not hate it.

Looking at the angry Pei Kun, Fang Mo smiled and said softly:

"Master, don't be so angry, this is just the beginning..."

Chapter 129 Improved Blood Formation

While speaking, another five-element corpse was dismembered, and its broken limbs were scattered all over the ground.

"puff…"

Pei Kun spat out another mouthful of blood.

Pei Kun gritted his teeth and stared at Fang Mo, and said in a hateful voice: "Niety! If I knew this, I should have killed you with one palm!"

Fang Mo sneered at Pei Kun's cruel abuse: "Master, you have practiced for so many years, and you can still say such innocent words, haha..."

"The world of cultivation is inherently cruel, how can there be so many what-ifs! We, Fang Mo, will eventually reach the peak step by step, and those who stand in our way will die!"

"Hmph, arrogant!"

Pei Kun snorted coldly.

"It's a pity that you won't be able to see Master that day, you can go at ease."

As soon as the words fell, countless bloody tentacles rushed towards Pei Kun.

Ignoring the tentacles all over the sky, Pei Kun looked at the five-element corpse beside Fang Mo, showing a heartbroken expression that couldn't be parted.

"Nie Zhan, you just wait to be surrounded and suppressed by the five sects!"

After speaking, Pei Kun was flooded with blood.

After a long time, the smoke cleared away, leaving a huge deep pit on the ground.

Fang Mo stood expressionlessly on the edge of the deep pit, there was nothing underneath, and there were some spatial fluctuations in the air.

This wave of fluctuations is very familiar to Fang Mo, the space scroll.

Fang Mo glanced deeply at the direction of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, then turned and left.

...

A few days later, two men in black robes entered Sifang City.

Sifang City was crowded with people, and it was very lively. It was obvious that it had returned to its former bustle.

The two men in black robes went straight to a small shop without stopping.

"Our store is closed today, please come back another day."

A young boy sat at the counter and waved his hand without raising his hand.

The two men in black robes walked to the counter as if they had never heard of it.

"Ask Wu Mo to come see me."

The voice of the man in black was hoarse and deep.

"Who are you, don't you understand? How dare you call my master by his name!"

The young servant raised his head impatiently.

Before the words were finished, a terrifying power instantly enveloped the entire shop. The young servant was like being struck by lightning, and looked at the black-robed man in front of him in horror, sweating profusely.

"Let Wu Mo come to see me."

The hoarse voice sounded again.

"Yes! Little... little one, go call now!" The young servant ran into the back hall scrambling.

After a while, Wu Mo walked out from the back hall, looking at the two men in black robes in front of him, Wu Mo frowned slightly.

"Why are you two looking for Wu?"

One of the men in black raised his hood, revealing a charming face that turned all sentient beings upside down. It was Linglong.

Seeing Linglong, Wu Mo was startled, and hastily saluted the black-robed man next to Linglong in awe.

"Son!"

The man in black nodded slightly, and said lightly: "How is the matter going?"

"Young master, come with me."

...

Not long after, the three came to a luxurious private house.

"My lord, this was the residence of the two Sang Chong brothers."

Wu Mo whispered beside him.

Fang Mo nodded, but did not speak.

Stepping into the house, the three of them came to an underground secret room.

As soon as she entered the secret room, a strong smell of blood came over her face, Linglong frowned slightly, while Fang Mo took a light breath, showing a look of satisfaction.

In the secret room, dozens of monks were nailed to wooden stakes covered in blood, dying, with despair on their faces, and some of them had even turned into corpses.

The whole secret room is like a purgatory on earth.

A bald man held a black iron whip, constantly patrolling among these people.

"Owner!"

Seeing Fang Mo coming, Xia Xiong knelt down on one knee with a frenzied expression on his face.

Fang Mo nodded slightly, he was not surprised by Xia Xiong's appearance, because he had dealt with Pei Kun, Xia Xiong arrived at Sifang City before him.

Ignoring those miserable monks, Fang Mo looked at the huge blood formation in the center of the secret room, with a hint of satisfaction in his expression.

"Young master, this is the blood essence pill refined during this period of time."

Wu Mo respectfully held an exquisite jade box, on which were placed neatly six blood pills, exuding a strong smell of blood.

"that's it?"

Fang Mo looked at the Blood Yuan Pill in the jade box expressionlessly.

A cold atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire secret room, and Linglong and Xia Xiong's faces suddenly turned pale.

Wu Mo's hands and feet were cold and he was sweating profusely. He hurriedly said: "Your...Young Master, my subordinates have been improving the blood training formation for a while..."

"Improved?"

Fang Mo frowned.

"Yes... yes, young master, my subordinates found that although this blood refinement formation is heaven-defying, it has its drawbacks. That is, as your realm improves, the effect of low-level blood essence pills is no longer great."

"Only the blood essence pill refined by monks of the same realm or higher realm can play its due role."

"However, it is not efficient to refine the blood pill with monks of the same or higher realm, so it is better to swallow it directly."

Fang Mo's heart trembled slightly when he heard the words, this Wu Mo is worthy of being a wizard of Alchemy Dao, and he can see the shortcoming of blood formation formation.

"Then how to solve this disadvantage?"

Fang Mo asked.

With a hint of excitement on Wu Mo's face, he took out a jade slip and handed it to Fang Mo respectfully.

"My lord, this is the arrangement method of my improved blood refinement formation."

Fang Mo took the jade slip, and when he saw the content on it, a look of shock appeared on his face.

"My lord, the subordinates of the new blood refinement formation have integrated the Danxia sect's alchemy secret method ten thousand years ago, and refined the blood essence pill through sacrifice."

"Although only one can be refined at a time, the more people sacrifice, the more blood energy contained in the refined blood pill will be against the sky!"

"Within the area covered by the blood refinement formation, the blood energy of any life will be absorbed by the formation automatically, and as the blood energy is absorbed, the power of the formation will become stronger, preventing the sacrificers in the formation from escaping."

Fang Mo's eyes sparkled when he heard this, and he said in a deep voice, "What is the maximum coverage of this blood formation?"

"A city."

Wu Mo said quietly.

"I'm looking forward to trying it out..."

The corner of Fang Mo's mouth curved into a cruel arc.

As soon as these words came out, Linglong and Xia Xiong beside them both shuddered.

"Very good, Wu Mo, I didn't misread you, you really deserve to be a Dan Dao wizard! Hahahaha!"

Fang Mo laughed out loud.

"It's an honor to be able to help the young master!" Wu Mo said solemnly.

"Wu Mo, with such a vicious formation, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven!"

"You demons! Sooner or later, you will die without a place to bury yourself!"

"My Heavenly Sword Sect will never let you go!"

"Devil, wait to be chased and killed by monks all over the world!"

...

The monks around glared at Fang Mo and the others.

"To shut up!"

Xia Xiong shouted loudly, and walked towards those monks with a black iron whip in his hand.

In the next second, the sound of whipping resounded throughout the secret room, and screams followed one after another.