Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

Ignoring Yue Beikang's panicked reaction, Fang Mo took Wan'er in his arms and walked slowly towards the mist.

Seeing this, Yuchitu picked up Yue Beikang who was on the ground, and quickly followed.

After a while, everyone disappeared into the mist.

...

In the next few days, Fang Mo did not follow the direction guided by the astrolabe, but led the people to hunt and kill fog monsters in the foggy plain.

When encountering the misty monster, Fang Mo put his arms around Wan'er and watched calmly.

After those misty monsters were killed, he stepped forward to absorb the gray energy.

Occasionally, Wan'er would also make a move, wearing a blood-colored dress, flickering and dancing in the mist like an elf, giving people a hazy and strange beauty.

Now that Wan'er has reached the half-step Yuan King Realm, the abnormality of the corpse has become more and more obvious, and even Fang Mo has to sigh for it.

At present, only Wan'er can barely keep up with Fang Mo's practice, not even the evil corpse.

Because of the innate conditions of the evil corpse, it is impossible to break through the Yuan King Realm.

The continuous absorption of gray energy in the past few days also gave Fang Mo a hint of a breakthrough.

"almost…"

Fang Mo glanced at the battle that was coming to an end not far away, and murmured softly.

He felt that within three days, he could break through to the third level of Yuan King Realm.

It's a pity that in the past few days, I haven't encountered a Misty Demon King that Yue Beikuang talked about.

Fang Mo shook his head slightly, with a regretful look on his face.

"Master, what's up?"

Wan'er in her arms raised her small head and looked at Fang Mo suspiciously.

"You are about to break through the Yuan King Realm."

Fang Mo lowered his head slowly, and gave Wan'er a spoiled look.

But this glance made Fang Mo a little distracted.

Wan'er was wearing a blood-red gauze dress in one piece, with her fragrant shoulders exposed. From Fang Mo's perspective, from top to bottom, she happened to see two majestic snow-like mountains...

From this point of view, Wan'er's current figure is not inferior to the Five Poison Rakshasa.

"Does the master like it?"

Wan'er also noticed what Fang Mo was looking at, but she wasn't shy at all. Instead, she looked at Fang Mo and smiled sweetly.

Although Fang Mo deliberately avoided Wan'er every time he practiced with Yi Shui'er and the others, Wan'er's thinking was no longer that of a child.

In addition, Yi Shui'er and his daughters joked with each other on weekdays, and Wan'er knew a thing or two under the influence of her ears and eyes.

Fang Mo didn't speak when he heard the words, but there was a rare flash of panic in his eyes.

"Well, the battle over there is over."

With that said, Fang Mo walked towards Yuchitu and the others naturally.

"whee…"

Looking at Fang Mo's back, Wan'er chuckled, a sly look flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Yue Beikang on the side looked at Fang Mo who was absorbing gray energy not far away, with a complicated expression.

In the past few days, he followed Fang Mo and the others, from initial despair, fear to shock, to numbness...

Hunting and killing fog monsters in the misty plain? !

Who would dare to imagine such a cruel operation!

Even those who are strong in the Yuanjun realm can't do it!

But this guy from the cage place did it...

Not only that, but the subordinates around this guy are all evildoers, not to mention the reckless man and dwarf who look like physical training, even the guy named Wu Mo is a fourth-rank alchemist!

Although fourth-rank alchemists are common in Tianbei Territory, it is rare to see such a young fourth-rank alchemist, at least Yue Beikang has never seen one.

I am afraid that only the Yinshen Palace, the Holy Land of Alchemy, has such a young fourth-rank alchemist.

And that woman in the blood dress who has been held in the arms of the blood lord turned out to be a corpse!

You must know that corpses are extremely rare and sought-after in the Tianbei Territory, and they are the best choice for those who practice bigwigs to seize longevity.

The more he understood, the more afraid Yue Beikang became of Fang Mo.

"Roar!!"

At this time, a shocking roar came out in the thick fog.

Everyone's face changed slightly.

Even Fang Mo stopped and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

Although it was covered by layers of fog and couldn't see clearly, Fang Mo could feel something unusual.

The ground was shaking, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger, and the surrounding fog was also violently churning, like boiling water.

After a few breaths, a huge purple object suddenly protruded from the mist, and before Yuchitu could react, he was knocked out.

"puff…"

Yuchitu, who fell to the ground, held his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, but instead of being furious, he looked at the purple object in astonishment.

"Touch... tentacles?"

Yuchitu muttered to himself, a little dazed, obviously bringing back some bad memories.

Even Fang Mo's eyes flashed a strange color.

That purple object is a purple tentacle!

The purple tentacle was still writhing in the air, except for the color, it was not much different from Fang Mo's bloody tentacle in appearance.

"interesting."

There was a hint of interest in Fang Mo's eyes, and he whispered to himself.

Immediately afterwards, a ferocious blood-colored tentacle attacked the purple tentacle, tightly entwining the latter.

The purple tentacles swung violently, trying to break free, but to no avail, the bloody tentacles became more and more entangled.

Countless bloodshots gushed out from the bloody tentacles, and crazily plunged into the purple tentacles.

"Roar!!"

There was a roar from the dense fog behind the purple tentacles, and the fog billowed.

The next moment, two purple tentacles sprang out from the thick fog and drew towards Fang Mo.

"Ha ha."

The corners of Fang Mo's mouth hooked slightly, revealing a trace of disdain.

"Whoosh..."

The two blood-colored tentacles rushed forward with the bloody wind wrapped around them.

In a blink of an eye, the two purple tentacles were also entangled, unable to move.

"Hoohoo!"

The three tentacles were entangled, and the existence in the thick fog was obviously irritated. As the thick fog churned, the monster's body was gradually revealed.

"This... is the octopus demon fish??"

Yuchitu looked at the huge monster in front of him in disbelief, his eyes wide open.

It's not that Yuchitu has never seen the octopus fish in the river. They are all the size of a palm, which is equivalent to a weak monster in Yuan Qi Realm.

But what the hell is this purple octopus fish with a height of tens of feet! !

Wu Mo and the demon boy also looked at this huge octopus demon fish in shock, at a loss for what to do.

"This... this is the Misty Demon King!!"

Yue Beikuang's face was pale and trembling all over.

"Mist Demon King..."

Fang Mo whispered to himself, his eyes were bright.

This giant octopus exudes the aura of the second level of the Yuan King Realm. If he can absorb it, he should be able to break through the third level of the Yuan King Realm!

At this moment, the giant octopus obviously noticed the guy who made him unable to move his tentacles, and raised a huge purple tentacle to slash at Fang Mo.

Fang Mo hugged Wan'er, tapped his toes, and jumped up.

boom!

The ground shook and dust was flying.

Wu Mo, the demon boy and the others were blown away by the huge air wave, very embarrassed.

Where Fang Mo was standing before, a huge deep pit was smashed out by the purple tentacles. On the edge of the deep pit, several dark cracks spread towards the surroundings.

"A mere eight tentacles, dare to be rampant in front of me?"

Chapter 281 Devouring One after another

As soon as the words fell, dozens of bloody tentacles flooded the eight purple tentacles of the giant octopus like a flood.

The result is no suspense.

After all, in the tentacles, no one can surpass Fang Mo.

The eight purple tentacles were all tightly entangled by the bloody tentacles, unable to move.

The giant octopus stared at its huge gray eyeballs, a little dazed.

At this time, it lost its tentacles, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Fang Mo didn't give it too long to be dazed. With countless bloodshots piercing in, the giant octopus began to writhe violently, and howled continuously.