Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Could it be that he is Yuan Wangjing? !

But how could there be such a terrifying existence in this prison place!

How could Heaven allow it? !

"boom!"

The bloody tentacles threw Cui Lang on the ground like garbage.

"Take him down."

Hearing Fang Mo's order, two blood-robed demon cultivators dragged Cui Lang down.

"Okay, now let's have a good chat."

Fang Mo turned his head to look at Meng Fan not far away, and said calmly.

"who are you!"

Meng Fan stared at Fang Mo with a gloomy expression.

"This seat is the person you are looking for."

Fang Mo said lightly.

Hearing this, Meng Fan's expression suddenly changed.

Could it be that the kung fu he practiced was really barren? !

Yes, definitely barren.

Otherwise, it would not be so terrifying!

"This seat wants to know, what is in the misty plain, and how did you pass through the misty plain?"

Fang Mo looked at Meng Fan calmly.

"You are practicing a desolate skill?!"

Meng Fan didn't answer him, but asked a new question.

Fang Mo glanced at Meng Fan expressionlessly, but did not speak.

In the next second, a bloody tentacle attacked the fat black man behind Meng Fan.

The black and fat man turned pale with fright and wanted to dodge, but found that his body was suppressed by a terrifying force and he couldn't move.

He could only watch helplessly as his body was pierced by bloody tentacles.

"puff…"

The fat black man spat out blood, looking at the ferocious tentacles wriggling on his chest, showing a look of despair.

He could feel the blood in his body draining rapidly.

"Don't...don't kill me..."

The fat black man's voice trembled, and he looked at Fang Mo in horror.

Fang Mo was unmoved.

"Meng...Director Meng, help me..."

The fat black man turned his eyes to Meng Fan who was at the side, and begged.

Seeing this scene, Meng Fan's eyes were a little tearful, but he didn't dare to rescue him, but turned his head and roared at Fang Mo:

"Blood Lord, stop!"

Fang Mo looked at the fat black man calmly, as if he had never heard of it, until he turned into a mummy.

Meng Fan looked at the mummy on the ground with a terrified and complicated expression.

Before, the three of them were discussing the plan after completing the task arrogantly.

But now, only myself is left.

On the other side, Ouyang Yuan opened his mouth wide, looking in horror at the fat black man who had turned into a mummy.

For a while, my mind went blank.

The powerhouses at the ninth level of the Yuanshi Realm were all killed by the blood master!

finished...

Ouyang Yuan's face was ashen.

"Answer this seat's question well, otherwise you will be next."

Fang Mo looked at Meng Fan and said softly.

"you you…"

Meng Fan looked at Fang Mo in fear, speechless.

At this moment, he finally understood what kind of monster he was facing.

Scary, yet moody.

He was afraid.

"Answer this seat's question."

Fang Mo said lightly.

"You...you promise me, after I say it, you will let me go!"

Meng Fan looked at Fang Mo nervously.

At this time, he has long since lost the calmness and breezyness he had at the beginning, with wisdom in his hands.

"Ha ha."

Fang Mo suddenly sneered.

Just when Meng Fan didn't understand why, there was a sharp pain in his limbs.

"what!"

Meng Fan's shrill screams echoed between the heaven and the earth, and lingered for a long time.

I saw four tiny tentacles piercing through his limbs, and they were still wriggling towards his body, bloody and bloody.

This terrifying scene made everyone present shudder.

"You are not qualified to bargain with me, understand?"

Fang Mo looked at Meng Fan indifferently, with a calm tone.

"I...I said..."

Meng Fan resisted the excruciating pain and spoke tremblingly.

"There are countless strange monsters in the misty plain. Unlike the monsters outside, they are not flesh and blood, and they cannot leave the misty plain."

"Not flesh and blood?"

Fang Mo narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, they rely on the mist of the misty plain to survive. After death, they will condense again in a short time, immortal."

There was a hint of fear in Meng Fan's tone.

Hearing these words, Fang Mo's eyes flashed a hint of depth.

"Then how did you pass?"

Fang Mo glanced at Meng Fan and asked.

"Because... because we wear ghost incense."

"Ghost fragrance?"

Chapter 259 One Temple, Two Halls and Three Palaces

"Yes... yes, after the ghost incense is lit, it will emit a smell that is disgusting to monsters, so as to avoid those monsters, it is a must for crossing the misty plain."

Meng Fan said honestly.

"Oh?"

Fang Mo frowned, showing a hint of interest.

"Where's the ghost fragrance on your body?"

"In...in the storage ring."

Hearing this, Fang Mo waved his hand and took the golden storage ring on Meng Fan's finger into his hand.

With a flash of red light, Fang Mo directly erased the imprint on the storage ring, and poked his mind into it.

Since the imprint was forcibly erased, Meng Fan also spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper.

After a few breaths, an off-white stick of long incense, as thick as a thumb, appeared in Fang Mo's hand.

"Yes, this... is Youhun Incense."

Meng Fan said hastily.

Fang Mo didn't speak, he glanced at the Youhun incense in his hand, and sniffed it lightly.

An indescribable decaying smell made Fang Mo frown slightly.

"With this ghost incense, can I safely pass through the misty plain?"

As Fang Mo said, he cast his eyes on Meng Fan.

"Uh...not absolutely, but relatively safe..." Meng Fan said cautiously.

Fang Mo looked at Meng Fan quietly and remained silent.

"I... what I said is true! This ghost incense can only reduce the danger in the misty plain, and it has little effect on some powerful monsters..."

Fang Mo's gaze frightened Meng Fan, and he said hastily.

"kindness."