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Chapter 276

A few days later, the Temple of Blood.

Under the high seat, the Ghost Daoist, Wu Mo, Wei Chitu and others stood side by side, their expressions solemn and silent.

Below, hundreds of blood-robed demon cultivators were like sculptures, not moving, and a rich bloody aura lingered in the hall.

A moment later, Fang Mo dressed in a dark red blood dragon robe walked out of the back hall with an indifferent expression.

Behind him were Yi Shui'er, Sui'er and five other Blood Ji.

Strangely, except for Xuan'er, the other four women's fair cheeks all had a crimson afterglow.

"Lord Blood Lord, the Yuan Power is boundless!"

"The devil is in the world, only I am honored!"

As Fang Mo sat down, the fanatical voices of the blood-robed demon cultivators also sounded, and the sound shook Jiuxiao.

"Well."

Fang Mo bowed his head slightly, looking indifferent.

"Now this Far West Land is no longer of any value to this Honza, and Honza is ready to leave this Far West Land and go to the outside world."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were bright.

"May I follow the Lord forever and the devil will come to the world!"

The blood-robed demon cultivators looked at Fang Mo feverishly, and their voices were hoarse.

The ghost Daoist and other backbones also looked at Fang Mo with burning eyes.

After countless baptisms of blood, this group of people under Fang Mo could no longer be called people.

They are demons.

Thirsty for killing, thirsty for blood!

They can't wait to step into the outside world and start another killing feast.

Just when everyone was excited, Fang Mo's words were like cold water, poured on the top of their heads.

"This seat doesn't need so much burden."

Fang Mo slowly scanned everyone and said lightly.

Hearing this, everyone in the hall felt cold in their hearts, and hurriedly bowed their heads, silent.

"Wu Mo, Wei Chitu, demon boy."

"Subordinates are here!"

"Subordinates are here!"

"Subordinates are here!"

When Wu Mo and the three heard this, they took a step forward, their faces full of solemnity.

"The three of you, come with this seat."

"Yes!!"

Wu Mo's face showed ecstasy, especially Wei Chitu, who directly bent down and slapped the demon boy next to him to the ground in excitement.

Seeing this, the remaining Ghost Daoist and the others looked at the three with a strong look of envy in their eyes.

Yi Shui's children stared at Fang Mo tightly, their eyes full of expectation.

"Shun'er."

"Master, Xuan'er is here!"

Hearing Fang Mo's soft call, Xuan'er looked at Fang Mo excitedly, and her little face was full of happiness.

"You come with me."

"Yes, master!"

Xuan'er's face was full of joy, and her eyes were bent into a crescent.

The other four women looked at Fang Mo eagerly and suspiciously, and they stopped talking.

"The rest of the people will stay in the Far West to cultivate."

Fang Mo said lightly.

Hearing this, Yi Shui'er finally couldn't help but speak:

"Master, we..."

Fang Mo directly interrupted Yi Shui'er's words, looking indifferent.

"Yes... Master. The

fourth woman's face showed a strong look of disappointment, but she did not dare to disobey in the slightest.

Even Chu Qian, who had always been cold, had a hint of gloom flashing in her eyes.

Ignoring the strange appearance of the four women, Fang Mo slowly cast his gaze to the group of blood-robed demon cultivators below.

"This seat has left you countless cultivation resources, all you have to do is practice hard, and when this seat returns, it will be the time when you slaughter the world with this seat!"

Fang Mo's calm voice had a strong sense of bloodthirsty.

"Please rest assured that the Lord will follow the Lord and the devil will come to the world!"

The blood-robed demon cultivators roared hoarsely.

Fang Mo nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at Yi Shui'er, the Five Poisonous Rakshasa, Chu Qian, and the Ghost Daoist, and spoke:

"This seat has also left you enough Blood Yuan Pill, don't let this seat down."

"Yes!"

...

In the next few days, the fourth woman knew that she could not change Fang Mo's decision, so she did everything in her power to warm up with it, wanting to get more wonderful memories.

For seven days, Fang Mo did not walk out of that special room.

On the bed, on the stone table, on the floor, all of them are full of memories, even the swing broke three times.

All the martial arts movements above the Demon Dragon Imperial Phoenix Sutra were experienced by Fang Mo.

This time, in the abyss behind the rugged mountain road, Fang Mo did not let go...

Seven days later, when Fang Mo left, none of Yi Shui'er, Five Poison Rakshasa, Linglong and Chu Qian were awake.

Just in case, Fang Mo also left a life-saving mark for each of the four women before leaving.

Even if the outside world comes again, in this cage place, they will only be slaughtered.

...

A month later.

Outside the misty plain, several figures appeared.

"Hmm, it's such a fog!"

Wei Chitu stared at the copper bell-like eyes, and his voice was like muffled thunder.

"Idiot, this is the Misty Plain..."

the demon boy rolled his eyes and muttered.

"Boom!"

"Ah! What are you doing! In

the next second, the demon boy covered his head and stared at Wei Chitu with an innocent face.

"Don't think Lao Tzu didn't hear what you just muttered!"

"This time you travel with the Lord, if you let Lao Tzu lose face in front of the Lord, believe it or not, Lao Tzu hammered you into a dough cake!"

Saying that, Wei Chitu raised his casserole-sized fist and shook it in front of the demon boy's eyes.

"You!"

The demon boy pointed at Wei Chitu and couldn't speak, and he couldn't stop his anger.

Seeing this, Wu Mo on the side turned his head away, his face speechless.

Fang Mo stared closely at the thick mist in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

These fogs are very strange, and he still can't see through them with all his eyes.

Through the thick mist, he could feel a strange ancient breath, which belonged to the entire misty plain.

"Wei Chitu, wake him up."

Fang Motou did not reply, and said lightly.

"Yes."

Wei Chitu backhanded a scarred 'corpse' on his back and threw it on the ground.

"Wake up Lao Tzu!!"

Saying that, Wei Chitu exhaled with a slap.

"Snap!"

Five clear palm prints were printed on the man's face, and blood from his mouth also overflowed.

But the man still didn't react in the slightest.

"Huh, not awake yet?"

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

...

"Okay, Wei Chitu, you get out of the way!"

Wu Mo glanced at Wei Chi Tu in disgust, and suddenly spoke.

"Uh oh."

Wei Chitu touched his head, got up and stood aside.

"Poof..." The

demon boy looked at this scene and couldn't help but laugh.

In the next second, Wei Chitu slapped the demon boy in the face.

"You!"

"I want to beat you up and Lao Tzu squeak."

Wei Chitu looked at the demon boy defiantly.

The demon boy took a deep breath, and he endured it.

At this time, Wu Mo looked at Yue Beimad on the ground, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

At this time, Yue Beimad's face had been completely deformed and swollen into a ball.

The next moment, a black pill appeared in Wu Mo's hand and stuffed it into Yue Beimad's mouth.

After counting the breaths.

"Ahem..."

Yue Bei coughed up a mouthful of blood and slowly opened his eyes.

"Please... Released the nest..."