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Chapter 271

On the periphery of the Falling Cloud Mountain Range, the Ghost Daoist put away the Blood Yuan Pill that had just been sacrificed, and a smile appeared on his face.

In the past few days, he has finally cleaned up the demon beasts on the periphery of the Falling Cloud Mountain Range.

I have to say that the number of demon beasts in this Falling Cloud Mountain Range is indeed amazing, and in the periphery alone, more than ten Blood Yuan Pills have been condensed.

Just as the Ghost Daoist turned around and prepared to enter the depths of the Falling Cloud Mountain Range to worship, he saw a figure in the sky in the distance breaking through the sky.

"Lord... Lord?!

When he saw the figure, the ghost Daoist's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed.

I saw that Fang Mo's clothes were torn at this moment, his face was pale, and he was carrying a strange black coffin behind him.

"Lord, you... What's wrong with you?! The

ghost Daoist said anxiously, and hurried forward.

"Go back."

Fang Mo didn't explain anything, his face was expressionless, and he coldly spit out two words.

Seeing this, the ghost Daoist felt cold in his heart, but he did not dare to ask more, and followed without saying a word.

...

At the same time, a group of people were walking out of the Soul Hidden Mountain Range, wrapped in a thick bloody aura.

It was Yi Shui'er, Wei Chitu and Ling Yu who were led by the three.

After more than half a month, the demon beasts in the Soul Hidden Mountain Range were finally swept away, and all of them turned into Blood Yuan Pills one by one.

At this time, Yi Shui'er's beautiful face was a little gloomy, because another group of suspected outsiders appeared in the cage place.

Moreover, during this time, the blood-robed demon cultivators of the demon beasts that went to hunt everywhere had already been brutally murdered by hundreds of people.

"That group of people from the outside world are not good, it seems that they can only return to the Blood Temple for the time being."

Yi Shui'er frowned lightly and said in a deep voice.

Everyone did not have any objections, only Wei Chitu smashed a giant tree next to him with a punch, and said in a muffled voice:

"Lao Tzu will retreat when he goes back, and one day, Lao Tzu will beat these guys to death one by one!"

There was a hint of grievance in his indignant voice.

Hearing this, a trace of complexity flashed in Yi Shui'er's beautiful eyes.

I thought that these people had entered the realm fast enough, and they had already exceeded the realm of the five great sect masters.

Now I find that in front of those outsiders, it is not worth mentioning at all.

It is still to rely on the protection of the master, which makes everyone feel a little ashamed.

"Okay, we should go."

Yi Shui'er said, waved his hand gently, and a huge flying boat appeared in front of everyone.

"Oh, you can't go anywhere."

A voice sounded above everyone's heads, followed by a powerful coercive pressure that enveloped the audience.

The blood robed demon cultivators turned pale, and the blood in their mouths overflowed wildly, and some of them could not even support it and fell to the ground.

Yi Shui'er was also pale at this time, looking ahead with a solemn face.

I saw a blood-colored flying boat slowly descend, and two mysterious figures wearing scarlet robes walked down from it.

One tall and one short, one fat and one thin, wearing hoods on his head, and his breath is terrifying.

"People from the outside..." Yi

Shui'er's pupils contracted, and her face sank like water.

The two outside cultivators in front of him were impressively cultivators of the Yuan Master Realm Ninefold.

Obviously not something that everyone can compete with.

"Hehe, there are quite a few people."

The tall and thin cultivator looked at everyone and slowly spoke, his tone full of coldness.

These days, the two had encountered dozens of cultivators in blood robes, although they were all low-level cultivators of the Yuan Realm, but the two did not ask for any information.

Those blood-robed demon cultivators don't look at their cultivation as low, but they exploded themselves without saying a word, making them very helpless.

Even if they were suppressed, they were tortured by the two in every way, and they refused to reveal the slightest bit of information. Some guys even intimidated the two.

These people did not have the slightest fear of their two Yuan Master Realm Nine Weights, which made the two of them irritable and puzzled.

"Gee, I didn't expect another such a stunner..." Another

stocky monk stared closely at Yi Shui'er, who was dressed in a pink dress, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

He didn't expect to meet such a stunning beauty in this cage place.

That peerless face, white and delicate skin, delicate body and slender and attractive calves...

All of them obsessed him.

Yi Shui'er's face became more and more cold, and she didn't say a word.

"You dwarf winter melon, it's best not to fall into Lao Tzu's hands!"

Wei Chi Tu on the side pointed at the short and fat cultivator, and his voice was like thunder.

"Find death!"

The pudgy friar's face suddenly turned gloomy.

In the next second, a black Yuan Force slammed into Wei Chitu's body, sending it dozens of meters away, smashing heavily on the ground, and dusting up.

Seeing this, the short and fat friar showed a look of disdain.

"Ahem..." At

this moment, Wei Chitu slowly got up from the ground.

"Huh..." There

was a hint of surprise in the pudgy cultivator's eyes, this guy with the double Yuan Master Realm was not dead?

"Lao Tzu is okay... You dwarf winter melon..." Wei

Chitu looked at the stocky monk with mocking eyes, and his voice was a little weak.

"Hmph, I see how hard your life is!"

The short and fat friar snorted coldly, and was about to strike again, but was stopped by the tall and thin friar beside him.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Hearing this, the stocky friar glared at Wei Chi Tu fiercely and stopped talking.

"I ask you, what happened in the cage land, and who are you?"

The tall and thin man looked at everyone with cold eyes.

In the face of the tall and thin man's questioning, the blood-robed demon cultivators looked cold and did not say a word.

"Haven't you already seen what happened in the cage land?"

Yi Shui'er said coldly.

Hearing this, the tall and thin man's pupils shrank, and the dead cities with ruins and ruins appeared in his mind, and his heart tightened for no reason.

"As for who we are... Dead people don't need to know. Yi

Shui'er turned his words, and a blood-colored jade card appeared in Jade's hand.

The moment the blood-colored jade card appeared, an invisible bloodthirsty aura filled the audience.

The tall and thin man stared closely at the jade card in Yi Shui'er's hand, his expression was shocked, and the blood-colored jade card actually made a strong uneasiness surge in his heart.

The stocky friar on the side also realized something, and his brows wrinkled slightly.

"What are you holding!"

The tall and thin man said in a deep voice.

"Boom!"

What answered him was a terrifying aura of the Yuan King Realm and a hideous blood-colored tentacle.

"NO!!"

In the blink of an eye, the two were overwhelmed in blood.

Yi Shui'er looked at the churning blood mist in front of her, her face expressionless.

This was a life-saving mark left by Fang Mo, and she didn't expect to use it so quickly.

The group of blood-robed demon cultivators behind them looked at the looming blood-colored tentacles in the blood mist with a feverish expression, and they knew what that meant.

Even Wei Chitu, who was seriously injured, looked at the blood mist in awe at this time, and did not dare to be half disrespectful.

Soon, the blood mist gradually dissipated, revealing the scene inside.

The tall and thin man had become a mutilated corpse, and next to him was a stocky friar who had lost a leg, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead.

"Huh... He's alive!

Ling Yu pointed to the stocky monk at his feet and lost his voice.

"Kill."

Yi Shui'er said coldly.

"Wait."

Wei Chitu suddenly spoke to stop it, and limped over to the unconscious stocky monk.

He stomped heavily on the short and fat friar's chest, and the sound of broken ribs suddenly sounded.

"Hehe, Lao Tzu brought him back..."