At the beginning, hundreds of millions of dead souls were thrown into the afterlife formation, but almost all of them were either crushed into pieces by the afterlife formation, or were blown away by the space storm.
At this time, Mo Ban also chased outside the valley. The aura of the sneak attacker had been lost in the world. Suddenly, a new aura of extremely light and full of heavenly vitality came. He stopped his castration abruptly, and raised his feet Two deep trenches several meters long were carved into the hard ground.
Mo Ban waved his hand impatiently to stop his statement, and grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne. The bone spear was quickly dyed with a layer of miserable green flames. With a wave of his hand, he penetrated the bone spear that had no recovery. Hope's subordinate grabbed the void with his huge scaly claws, and a golden ball of light slowly came out from the dead Blood Demon's head. He looked at the ball of light for a short while, then waved his hand to break the ball of light.
What kind of breath is that, so familiar
It was a very serious matter to disturb Mo Ban's meditation. The blood demon repeatedly leaned over to apologize, and vaguely and quickly stated the ins and outs of the matter to Mo Ban.
Gradually, Moban learned how to subdue his subordinates, and then relied on their strength to further expand. Gradually, more and more Rakshasa demons were under his command. He no longer needed to go out to conquer in person, so he would naturally have fresh flesh and blood and strength. Send it to yourself. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!
At this time, Chen Hai had restrained his aura and lurked on an isolated peak only ten miles away from the gourd mouth of the valley. Eight blood guards squatted neatly behind them, hiding their huge demon bodies behind the bushes as much as possible. .
Except for the specific souls of demon generals, there are only very few soul fragments that were able to escape these two disasters with great luck. They came to the Blood Cloud Wasteland almost intact and merged with one of the corpses and bones on the ground to be reborn. .
So he still couldn't find a clear answer. He only knew that he hated this damn wasteland, these damn Rakshasa demons and this damn killing.
Bang bang bang, a burst of heavy and hasty footsteps came, interrupting Mo Ban's contemplation. He stared at the bloody warrior-level Rakshasa demon in front of him, with a faint flame rising in his blood-red eyes.
Bang bang bang, a burst of heavy and hasty footsteps came, interrupting Mo Ban's contemplation. He stared at the bloody warrior-level Rakshasa demon in front of him, with a faint flame rising in his blood-red eyes.
Moban is such an outlier. If he awakens part of his memory, he will grow extremely quickly and powerfully.
His small team of soldiers and horses sent out to scout and hunt for prey were unexpectedly attacked more than two hundred miles away, and only one of them was killed and escaped!
At this time, the surge of spiritual energy in Lingquan had weakened, but it would have no effect if he covered it up again.
Mo Ban was currently sitting on a throne made of white bones, holding his chin with one hand and closing his eyes in meditation. Above his head was the simple stone roof of the stone palace, which was rough and primitive.
His small team of soldiers and horses sent out to scout and hunt for prey were unexpectedly attacked more than two hundred miles away, and only one of them was killed and escaped!
Mo Ban let out an angry roar, and the entire tribe's gathering place instantly moved. Four to five hundred Rakshasa demons quickly gathered in front of the throne.
Mo Ban waved his hand impatiently to stop his statement, and grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne. The bone spear was quickly dyed with a layer of miserable green flames. With a wave of his hand, he penetrated the bone spear that had no recovery. Hope's subordinate grabbed the void with his huge scaly claws, and a golden ball of light slowly came out from the dead Blood Demon's head. He looked at the ball of light for a short while, then waved his hand to break the ball of light.
Don't think about things you can't understand. This is Mo Ban's advantage. Of course, it may also be that the feeling of being torn apart by memory fragments in his soul is too painful, which makes him subconsciously afraid.
He couldn't remember exactly when he woke up. He just knew that as soon as he woke up, he was fighting, killing, and devouring in this desolate land, in order to survive and evolve!
At this time, Chen Hai had restrained his aura and lurked on an isolated peak only ten miles away from the gourd mouth of the valley. Eight blood guards squatted neatly behind them, hiding their huge demon bodies behind the bushes as much as possible. .
Mo Ban let out an angry roar, and the entire tribe's gathering place instantly moved. Four to five hundred Rakshasa demons quickly gathered in front of the throne.
Bang bang bang, a burst of heavy and hasty footsteps came, interrupting Mo Ban's contemplation. He stared at the bloody warrior-level Rakshasa demon in front of him, with a faint flame rising in his blood-red eyes.
Fortunately, the Rakshasa Demons are never short of time in the Blood Cloud Wasteland. They must catch up with them, then tear off their heads and make wine glasses.
Gradually, Moban learned how to subdue his subordinates, and then relied on their strength to further expand. Gradually, more and more Rakshasa demons were under his command. He no longer needed to go out to conquer in person, so he would naturally have fresh flesh and blood and strength. Send it to yourself. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!
He couldn't remember exactly when he woke up. He just knew that as soon as he woke up, he was fighting, killing, and devouring in this desolate land, in order to survive and evolve!
But why did he clearly sense the appearance of several similar creatures just now, and then why did so many blood demons rush in
Huge war boats in the sky, towering temples, the sky and the earth collapsing with one blow, all kinds of blurry or clear pictures that are like memories of the past, appear in my mind from time to time because of long-term silent contemplation; but with this As memories of past lives emerge one after another, a soul-rending pain will accompany them.
Of course, in his mind, avoiding a fight would be an insult to him.
Mo Ban's caution and the trace of fear revealed in the demon eyes made Chi Yuan's decision waver again, and his greed to possess the spiritual spring alone was ignited again.
Once upon a time, the sea was too difficult to overcome. If he were allowed to abandon Lingquan and return to an environment that required brutal fighting to slowly improve, he would rather be destroyed.
Not long after, Mo Ban walked to the depths of the valley and saw dozens of similar demons with iron tower-like bodies, crowding around Chi Yuan, who was one size smaller than the low-level blood demons, blocking his way.
So he still couldn't find a clear answer. He only knew that he hated this damn wasteland, these damn Rakshasa demons and this damn killing.
In the sea of consciousness, hundreds of Rakshasa demons were coming straight towards his position like a sharp arrow. The leader's aura was as strong as a ball of flame, and his strength was actually equivalent to him.
Mo Ban stepped down from the throne, held the bone spear as clear as white jade in one hand, picked it up hard, and threw the poor corpse into the demon group. Although there was more food now, the flesh and blood essence of the soldier's demonic body could not be wasted. The seven or eight-meter-tall demonic corpse was devoured in a short time.
Mo Ban let out an angry roar, and the entire tribe's gathering place instantly moved. Four to five hundred Rakshasa demons quickly gathered in front of the throne.
But power, damn power—what is real power
Moban is such an outlier. If he awakens part of his memory, he will grow extremely quickly and powerfully.
Moban was furious. He had never suffered such loss and insult since he began to learn how to control his subordinates.
A Rakshasa demon actually hates killing. This is really dark humor.
Chen Hai extended his spiritual consciousness. Although there were no sun, moon or stars in the Blood Cloud Wasteland, this was the time when the evil spirits of heaven and earth were at their peak, and the alien blood demon could not completely cover up the spiritual aura emanating from the spiritual spring.
Whether it was the alien blood demon in the valley or the leader of the group of blood demon soldiers they lured over, their strength was much higher than him. What Chen Hai can rely on at this time is the extremely powerful sea of consciousness of the puppet clone, and the appearance of the devil condensed in the sea of consciousness using the fundamental secret of the Rakshasa blood refining secret method.
Chen Hai extended his spiritual consciousness. Although there were no sun, moon or stars in the Blood Cloud Wasteland, this was the time when the evil spirits of heaven and earth were at their peak, and the alien blood demon could not completely cover up the spiritual aura emanating from the spiritual spring.
Bang bang bang, a burst of heavy and hasty footsteps came, interrupting Mo Ban's contemplation. He stared at the bloody warrior-level Rakshasa demon in front of him, with a faint flame rising in his blood-red eyes.
Suddenly, he stopped and a new word popped into his mind. A word that had never appeared in the Rakshasa Demon's dictionary. He didn't even know how to pronounce this word, but he believed that Xiang might be able to convince the blood demon leader who broke into the valley to share this spiritual spring with them.
Moban gave up tracking the attacker and headed towards the valley.
He couldn't remember exactly when he woke up. He just knew that as soon as he woke up, he was fighting, killing, and devouring in this desolate land, in order to survive and evolve!
Chen Hai breathed a sigh of relief at this time. He also spent a lot of time to confirm that the alien Rakshasa demon could not completely block the breath of the spiritual spring at this time. He found such a Rakshasa group with moderate strength, lured him over, and sat and watched. They are two tigers fighting each other.
It was a very serious matter to disturb Mo Ban's meditation. The blood demon repeatedly leaned over to apologize, and vaguely and quickly stated the ins and outs of the matter to Mo Ban.
It was a very serious matter to disturb Mo Ban's meditation. The blood demon repeatedly leaned over to apologize, and vaguely and quickly stated the ins and outs of the matter to Mo Ban.
Mo Ban was currently sitting on a throne made of white bones, holding his chin with one hand and closing his eyes in meditation. Above his head was the simple stone roof of the stone palace, which was rough and primitive.
Those thirty or so similar people were not looked down upon by Mo Ban, but Chi Yuan, who was even thinner than the low-level blood demons, gave him a dangerous feeling. Mo Ban secretly calculated the strength of both sides, stopped his pace, and retreated several hundred meters to open a distance between the two sides. If he wanted to fight him, he would have to wait for the demon soldiers behind him to arrive.
He couldn't remember exactly when he woke up. He just knew that as soon as he woke up, he was fighting, killing, and devouring in this desolate land, in order to survive and evolve!
Mo Ban let out an angry roar, and the entire tribe's gathering place instantly moved. Four to five hundred Rakshasa demons quickly gathered in front of the throne.
Of course, in his mind, avoiding a fight would be an insult to him.
Gradually, Moban learned how to subdue his subordinates, and then relied on their strength to further expand. Gradually, more and more Rakshasa demons were under his command. He no longer needed to go out to conquer in person, so he would naturally have fresh flesh and blood and strength. Send it to yourself. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!
…
Mo Ban stared at him, looking at several half-meter-long wounds on his body and a huge penetrating wound on his waist. The flesh and blood around the wounds wriggled laboriously and in vain, but there was no sign of recovery. .
Just as he was about to order his men to disperse in search of traces of these provocateurs, they were keenly aware of a vague aura. This breath is exactly the breath of those cowardly sneak attackers, and it is exactly the same as the memory in the soul fragments.
Maybe it's time to abandon the spiritual spring and leave this place with dozens of subordinates. But being on the side of the spiritual spring, in addition to cultivating the true essence of the orifice, he can use the spiritual spring as bait to lure other Rakshasa Demon Lords to hook him. The magical effect of devouring souls to quickly improve oneself makes it difficult for him to let go after he has already tasted the benefits.
Mo Ban waved his hand impatiently to stop his statement, and grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne. The bone spear was quickly dyed with a layer of miserable green flames. With a wave of his hand, he penetrated the bone spear that had no recovery. Hope's subordinate grabbed the void with his huge scaly claws, and a golden ball of light slowly came out from the dead Blood Demon's head. He looked at the ball of light for a short while, then waved his hand to break the ball of light.
He couldn't remember exactly when he woke up. He just knew that as soon as he woke up, he was fighting, killing, and devouring in this desolate land, in order to survive and evolve!
Fortunately, the Rakshasa Demons are never short of time in the Blood Cloud Wasteland. They must catch up with them, then tear off their heads and make wine glasses.
The hundreds of Rakshasa demons following him also stopped, staring at the leader who was lost in thought one by one.
Whether it was the alien blood demon in the valley or the leader of the group of blood demon soldiers they lured over, their strength was much higher than him. What Chen Hai can rely on at this time is the extremely powerful sea of consciousness of the puppet clone, and the appearance of the devil condensed in the sea of consciousness using the fundamental secret of the Rakshasa blood refining secret method.
Mo Ban waved his hand impatiently to stop his statement, and grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne. The bone spear was quickly dyed with a layer of miserable green flames. With a wave of his hand, he penetrated the bone spear that had no recovery. Hope's subordinate grabbed the void with his huge scaly claws, and a golden ball of light slowly came out from the dead Blood Demon's head. He looked at the ball of light for a short while, then waved his hand to break the ball of light.
At this time, Chen Hai had restrained his aura and lurked on an isolated peak only ten miles away from the gourd mouth of the valley. Eight blood guards squatted neatly behind them, hiding their huge demon bodies behind the bushes as much as possible. .
Don't think about things you can't understand. This is Mo Ban's advantage. Of course, it may also be that the feeling of being torn apart by memory fragments in his soul is too painful, which makes him subconsciously afraid.
Shameful raider!
Hesitation has never been the style of a Rakshasa demon. Chi Yuan, whose greed overcame his reason, stamped his feet, brandished a pair of dagger-like bone spurs, and roared towards Mo Ban.
Moban pointed in the direction recorded in the soul fragment, and the earth shook. All the Rakshasa demon warriors followed him and rolled away.
At this time, the surge of spiritual energy in Lingquan had weakened, but it would have no effect if he covered it up again.
His small team of soldiers and horses sent out to scout and hunt for prey were unexpectedly attacked more than two hundred miles away, and only one of them was killed and escaped!
At this time, Chen Hai had restrained his aura and lurked on an isolated peak only ten miles away from the gourd mouth of the valley. Eight blood guards squatted neatly behind them, hiding their huge demon bodies behind the bushes as much as possible. .
Mo Ban let out an angry roar, and the entire tribe's gathering place instantly moved. Four to five hundred Rakshasa demons quickly gathered in front of the throne.
Shameful raider!
Just as he was about to order his men to disperse in search of traces of these provocateurs, they were keenly aware of a vague aura. This breath is exactly the breath of those cowardly sneak attackers, and it is exactly the same as the memory in the soul fragments.
Bang bang bang, a burst of heavy and hasty footsteps came, interrupting Mo Ban's contemplation. He stared at the bloody warrior-level Rakshasa demon in front of him, with a faint flame rising in his blood-red eyes.
It was a very serious matter to disturb Mo Ban's meditation. The blood demon repeatedly leaned over to apologize, and vaguely and quickly stated the ins and outs of the matter to Mo Ban.
…
Mo Ban was currently sitting on a throne made of white bones, holding his chin with one hand and closing his eyes in meditation. Above his head was the simple stone roof of the stone palace, which was rough and primitive.
Wait, what is a wine glass? There was another tearing pain deep in Moban's soul.
Mo Ban let out an angry roar, and the entire tribe's gathering place instantly moved. Four to five hundred Rakshasa demons quickly gathered in front of the throne.
Whether it was the alien blood demon in the valley or the leader of the group of blood demon soldiers they lured over, their strength was much higher than him. What Chen Hai can rely on at this time is the extremely powerful sea of consciousness of the puppet clone, and the appearance of the devil condensed in the sea of consciousness using the fundamental secret of the Rakshasa blood refining secret method.
At this time, the surge of spiritual energy in Lingquan had weakened, but it would have no effect if he covered it up again.
When Mo Ban arrived at the place where Chen Hai was sitting cross-legged just now, he saw only a messy battlefield, with the mutilated limbs of Rakshasa demons scattered everywhere, but the perpetrator was nowhere to be seen.
It was a very serious matter to disturb Mo Ban's meditation. The blood demon repeatedly leaned over to apologize, and vaguely and quickly stated the ins and outs of the matter to Mo Ban.
At this time, the surge of spiritual energy in Lingquan had weakened, but it would have no effect if he covered it up again.
A Rakshasa demon actually hates killing. This is really dark humor.
Mo Ban stepped down from the throne, held the bone spear as clear as white jade in one hand, picked it up hard, and threw the poor corpse into the demon group. Although there was more food now, the flesh and blood essence of the soldier's demonic body could not be wasted. The seven or eight-meter-tall demonic corpse was devoured in a short time.
A Rakshasa demon actually hates killing. This is really dark humor.
At that moment, he took the lead and headed towards the direction where Chen Hai disappeared. Behind him were the smoke-filled demon soldiers.
At that moment, he took the lead and headed towards the direction where Chen Hai disappeared. Behind him were the smoke-filled demon soldiers.
Huge war boats in the sky, towering temples, the sky and the earth collapsing with one blow, all kinds of blurry or clear pictures that are like memories of the past, appear in my mind from time to time because of long-term silent contemplation; but with this As memories of past lives emerge one after another, a soul-rending pain will accompany them.
After running for who knows how long, he could feel that the cowardly attacker was not far ahead of him, but he couldn't catch up to him no matter what.
A Rakshasa demon actually hates killing. This is really dark humor.
Chen Hai extended his spiritual consciousness. Although there were no sun, moon or stars in the Blood Cloud Wasteland, this was the time when the evil spirits of heaven and earth were at their peak, and the alien blood demon could not completely cover up the spiritual aura emanating from the spiritual spring.
Moban pointed in the direction recorded in the soul fragment, and the earth shook. All the Rakshasa demon warriors followed him and rolled away.
He couldn't remember exactly when he woke up. He just knew that as soon as he woke up, he was fighting, killing, and devouring in this desolate land, in order to survive and evolve!
Chen Hai extended his spiritual consciousness. Although there were no sun, moon or stars in the Blood Cloud Wasteland, this was the time when the evil spirits of heaven and earth were at their peak, and the alien blood demon could not completely cover up the spiritual aura emanating from the spiritual spring.
Of course, in his mind, avoiding a fight would be an insult to him.
Because of devouring too many souls, Chiyuan's six senses have become extremely sharp, and it seems that he can feel the inner uneasiness and anxiety of dozens of subordinates. They are no longer low-level demon soldiers who only know how to kill, but also know fear and uneasiness.
In the valley, Chi Yuan anxiously walked around the spiritual spring.
Bang bang bang, a burst of heavy and hasty footsteps came, interrupting Mo Ban's contemplation. He stared at the bloody warrior-level Rakshasa demon in front of him, with a faint flame rising in his blood-red eyes.
Gradually, Moban learned how to subdue his subordinates, and then relied on their strength to further expand. Gradually, more and more Rakshasa demons were under his command. He no longer needed to go out to conquer in person, so he would naturally have fresh flesh and blood and strength. Send it to yourself. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!
Chen Hai's huge puppet clone sat cross-legged on the ground, with the remains of dozens of Rakshasa demons scattered around. After four to five hundred Rakshasa demons stepped into his sea of consciousness, he grabbed the battle spear and took Yao Lao with him. Gen and the other eight blood guards ran quickly towards the Gufeng Valley, leaking out their auras along the way to ensure that the group of Rakshasa demons would not be lost behind.
Of course, in his mind, avoiding a fight would be an insult to him.
Mo Ban waved his hand impatiently to stop his statement, and grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne. The bone spear was quickly dyed with a layer of miserable green flames. With a wave of his hand, he penetrated the bone spear that had no recovery. Hope's subordinate grabbed the void with his huge scaly claws, and a golden ball of light slowly came out from the dead Blood Demon's head. He looked at the ball of light for a short while, then waved his hand to break the ball of light.
Chen Hai's huge puppet clone sat cross-legged on the ground, with the remains of dozens of Rakshasa demons scattered around. After four to five hundred Rakshasa demons stepped into his sea of consciousness, he grabbed the battle spear and took Yao Lao with him. Gen and the other eight blood guards ran quickly towards the Gufeng Valley, leaking out their auras along the way to ensure that the group of Rakshasa demons would not be lost behind.
If we were not focused on improving our own strength and could gather a group of thousands of blood demons here, we would not need to fear the invading group of Porakshasa demon warriors.
Fortunately, the Rakshasa Demons are never short of time in the Blood Cloud Wasteland. They must catch up with them, then tear off their heads and make wine glasses.
But power, damn power—what is real power
When Mo Ban arrived at the place where Chen Hai was sitting cross-legged just now, he saw only a messy battlefield, with the mutilated limbs of Rakshasa demons scattered everywhere, but the perpetrator was nowhere to be seen.
Wait, what is a wine glass? There was another tearing pain deep in Moban's soul.
Moban pointed in the direction recorded in the soul fragment, and the earth shook. All the Rakshasa demon warriors followed him and rolled away.
Fortunately, the Rakshasa Demons are never short of time in the Blood Cloud Wasteland. They must catch up with them, then tear off their heads and make wine glasses.
Gradually, Moban learned how to subdue his subordinates, and then relied on their strength to further expand. Gradually, more and more Rakshasa demons were under his command. He no longer needed to go out to conquer in person, so he would naturally have fresh flesh and blood and strength. Send it to yourself. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!
Suddenly, he stopped and a new word popped into his mind. A word that had never appeared in the Rakshasa Demon's dictionary. He didn't even know how to pronounce this word, but he believed that Xiang might be able to convince the blood demon leader who broke into the valley to share this spiritual spring with them.
In the valley, Chi Yuan anxiously walked around the spiritual spring.
Moban was furious. He had never suffered such loss and insult since he began to learn how to control his subordinates.
If we were not focused on improving our own strength and could gather a group of thousands of blood demons here, we would not need to fear the invading group of Porakshasa demon warriors.
Moban gave up tracking the attacker and headed towards the valley.
If we were not focused on improving our own strength and could gather a group of thousands of blood demons here, we would not need to fear the invading group of Porakshasa demon warriors.
Mo Ban stared at him, looking at several half-meter-long wounds on his body and a huge penetrating wound on his waist. The flesh and blood around the wounds wriggled laboriously and in vain, but there was no sign of recovery. .
After running for who knows how long, he could feel that the cowardly attacker was not far ahead of him, but he couldn't catch up to him no matter what.
Mo Ban waved his hand impatiently to stop his statement, and grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne. The bone spear was quickly dyed with a layer of miserable green flames. With a wave of his hand, he penetrated the bone spear that had no recovery. Hope's subordinate grabbed the void with his huge scaly claws, and a golden ball of light slowly came out from the dead Blood Demon's head. He looked at the ball of light for a short while, then waved his hand to break the ball of light.
Of course, in his mind, avoiding a fight would be an insult to him.
Those thirty or so similar people were not looked down upon by Mo Ban, but Chi Yuan, who was even thinner than the low-level blood demons, gave him a dangerous feeling. Mo Ban secretly calculated the strength of both sides, stopped his pace, and retreated several hundred meters to open a distance between the two sides. If he wanted to fight him, he would have to wait for the demon soldiers behind him to arrive.
Bang bang bang, a burst of heavy and hasty footsteps came, interrupting Mo Ban's contemplation. He stared at the bloody warrior-level Rakshasa demon in front of him, with a faint flame rising in his blood-red eyes.
At this time, Mo Ban also chased outside the valley. The aura of the sneak attacker had been lost in the world. Suddenly, a new aura of extremely light and full of heavenly vitality came. He stopped his castration abruptly, and raised his feet Two deep trenches several meters long were carved into the hard ground.
Just as he was about to order his men to disperse in search of traces of these provocateurs, they were keenly aware of a vague aura. This breath is exactly the breath of those cowardly sneak attackers, and it is exactly the same as the memory in the soul fragments.
Chen Hai's huge puppet clone sat cross-legged on the ground, with the remains of dozens of Rakshasa demons scattered around. After four to five hundred Rakshasa demons stepped into his sea of consciousness, he grabbed the battle spear and took Yao Lao with him. Gen and the other eight blood guards ran quickly towards the Gufeng Valley, leaking out their auras along the way to ensure that the group of Rakshasa demons would not be lost behind.
Suddenly, he stopped and a new word popped into his mind. A word that had never appeared in the Rakshasa Demon's dictionary. He didn't even know how to pronounce this word, but he believed that Xiang might be able to convince the blood demon leader who broke into the valley to share this spiritual spring with them.
Those thirty or so similar people were not looked down upon by Mo Ban, but Chi Yuan, who was even thinner than the low-level blood demons, gave him a dangerous feeling. Mo Ban secretly calculated the strength of both sides, stopped his pace, and retreated several hundred meters to open a distance between the two sides. If he wanted to fight him, he would have to wait for the demon soldiers behind him to arrive.
Suddenly, he stopped and a new word popped into his mind. A word that had never appeared in the Rakshasa Demon's dictionary. He didn't even know how to pronounce this word, but he believed that Xiang might be able to convince the blood demon leader who broke into the valley to share this spiritual spring with them.
Not long after, Mo Ban walked to the depths of the valley and saw dozens of similar demons with iron tower-like bodies, crowding around Chi Yuan, who was one size smaller than the low-level blood demons, blocking his way.
At that moment, he took the lead and headed towards the direction where Chen Hai disappeared. Behind him were the smoke-filled demon soldiers.
Maybe it's time to abandon the spiritual spring and leave this place with dozens of subordinates. But being on the side of the spiritual spring, in addition to cultivating the true essence of the orifice, he can use the spiritual spring as bait to lure other Rakshasa Demon Lords to hook him. The magical effect of devouring souls to quickly improve oneself makes it difficult for him to let go after he has already tasted the benefits.
Mo Ban was currently sitting on a throne made of white bones, holding his chin with one hand and closing his eyes in meditation. Above his head was the simple stone roof of the stone palace, which was rough and primitive.
Because of devouring too many souls, Chiyuan's six senses have become extremely sharp, and it seems that he can feel the inner uneasiness and anxiety of dozens of subordinates. They are no longer low-level demon soldiers who only know how to kill, but also know fear and uneasiness.
At that moment, he took the lead and headed towards the direction where Chen Hai disappeared. Behind him were the smoke-filled demon soldiers.
If we were not focused on improving our own strength and could gather a group of thousands of blood demons here, we would not need to fear the invading group of Porakshasa demon warriors.
When Mo Ban arrived at the place where Chen Hai was sitting cross-legged just now, he saw only a messy battlefield, with the mutilated limbs of Rakshasa demons scattered everywhere, but the perpetrator was nowhere to be seen.
After running for who knows how long, he could feel that the cowardly attacker was not far ahead of him, but he couldn't catch up to him no matter what.
A Rakshasa demon actually hates killing. This is really dark humor.
Mo Ban was currently sitting on a throne made of white bones, holding his chin with one hand and closing his eyes in meditation. Above his head was the simple stone roof of the stone palace, which was rough and primitive.
Not long after, Mo Ban walked to the depths of the valley and saw dozens of similar demons with iron tower-like bodies, crowding around Chi Yuan, who was one size smaller than the low-level blood demons, blocking his way.
Mo Ban waved his hand impatiently to stop his statement, and grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne. The bone spear was quickly dyed with a layer of miserable green flames. With a wave of his hand, he penetrated the bone spear that had no recovery. Hope's subordinate grabbed the void with his huge scaly claws, and a golden ball of light slowly came out from the dead Blood Demon's head. He looked at the ball of light for a short while, then waved his hand to break the ball of light.
Don't think about things you can't understand. This is Mo Ban's advantage. Of course, it may also be that the feeling of being torn apart by memory fragments in his soul is too painful, which makes him subconsciously afraid.
Fortunately, the Rakshasa Demons are never short of time in the Blood Cloud Wasteland. They must catch up with them, then tear off their heads and make wine glasses.
Gradually, Moban learned how to subdue his subordinates, and then relied on their strength to further expand. Gradually, more and more Rakshasa demons were under his command. He no longer needed to go out to conquer in person, so he would naturally have fresh flesh and blood and strength. Send it to yourself. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!
Mo Ban was currently sitting on a throne made of white bones, holding his chin with one hand and closing his eyes in meditation. Above his head was the simple stone roof of the stone palace, which was rough and primitive.
A Rakshasa demon actually hates killing. This is really dark humor.
Wait, what is a wine glass? There was another tearing pain deep in Moban's soul.
Chen Hai's huge puppet clone sat cross-legged on the ground, with the remains of dozens of Rakshasa demons scattered around. After four to five hundred Rakshasa demons stepped into his sea of consciousness, he grabbed the battle spear and took Yao Lao with him. Gen and the other eight blood guards ran quickly towards the Gufeng Valley, leaking out their auras along the way to ensure that the group of Rakshasa demons would not be lost behind.
So he still couldn't find a clear answer. He only knew that he hated this damn wasteland, these damn Rakshasa demons and this damn killing.
Hundreds of similar people have entered the valley entrance and are getting closer and closer.
Hundreds of similar people have entered the valley entrance and are getting closer and closer.
Don't think about things you can't understand. This is Mo Ban's advantage. Of course, it may also be that the feeling of being torn apart by memory fragments in his soul is too painful, which makes him subconsciously afraid.
The thought of whether to stay or go was spinning in Chi Yuan's mind like a wheel, and the pain of being unable to choose almost tore his unique soul apart.
Chen Hai also deployed an additional small formation restriction to completely cover up their presence.
At this time, Chen Hai had restrained his aura and lurked on an isolated peak only ten miles away from the gourd mouth of the valley. Eight blood guards squatted neatly behind them, hiding their huge demon bodies behind the bushes as much as possible. .
Chen Hai's huge puppet clone sat cross-legged on the ground, with the remains of dozens of Rakshasa demons scattered around. After four to five hundred Rakshasa demons stepped into his sea of consciousness, he grabbed the battle spear and took Yao Lao with him. Gen and the other eight blood guards ran quickly towards the Gufeng Valley, leaking out their auras along the way to ensure that the group of Rakshasa demons would not be lost behind.
At that moment, he took the lead and headed towards the direction where Chen Hai disappeared. Behind him were the smoke-filled demon soldiers.
…
Just as he was about to order his men to disperse in search of traces of these provocateurs, they were keenly aware of a vague aura. This breath is exactly the breath of those cowardly sneak attackers, and it is exactly the same as the memory in the soul fragments.
Those thirty or so similar people were not looked down upon by Mo Ban, but Chi Yuan, who was even thinner than the low-level blood demons, gave him a dangerous feeling. Mo Ban secretly calculated the strength of both sides, stopped his pace, and retreated several hundred meters to open a distance between the two sides. If he wanted to fight him, he would have to wait for the demon soldiers behind him to arrive.
Chen Hai also deployed an additional small formation restriction to completely cover up their presence.
His small team of soldiers and horses sent out to scout and hunt for prey were unexpectedly attacked more than two hundred miles away, and only one of them was killed and escaped!
When Mo Ban arrived at the place where Chen Hai was sitting cross-legged just now, he saw only a messy battlefield, with the mutilated limbs of Rakshasa demons scattered everywhere, but the perpetrator was nowhere to be seen.
The hundreds of Rakshasa demons following him also stopped, staring at the leader who was lost in thought one by one.
At this time, Mo Ban also chased outside the valley. The aura of the sneak attacker had been lost in the world. Suddenly, a new aura of extremely light and full of heavenly vitality came. He stopped his castration abruptly, and raised his feet Two deep trenches several meters long were carved into the hard ground.
Whether it was the alien blood demon in the valley or the leader of the group of blood demon soldiers they lured over, their strength was much higher than him. What Chen Hai can rely on at this time is the extremely powerful sea of consciousness of the puppet clone, and the appearance of the devil condensed in the sea of consciousness using the fundamental secret of the Rakshasa blood refining secret method.
Shameful raider!
A Rakshasa demon actually hates killing. This is really dark humor.
Chen Hai also deployed an additional small formation restriction to completely cover up their presence.
What kind of breath is that, so familiar
Chen Hai extended his spiritual consciousness. Although there were no sun, moon or stars in the Blood Cloud Wasteland, this was the time when the evil spirits of heaven and earth were at their peak, and the alien blood demon could not completely cover up the spiritual aura emanating from the spiritual spring.
So he still couldn't find a clear answer. He only knew that he hated this damn wasteland, these damn Rakshasa demons and this damn killing.
The closer he got to the spiritual spring, the aura that filled the world with vitality became stronger and stronger. The familiar feeling deep in Mo Ban's memory almost drove him crazy. He accelerated his pace and ran wildly, leaving hundreds of demon soldiers behind.
Mo Ban let out an angry roar, and the entire tribe's gathering place instantly moved. Four to five hundred Rakshasa demons quickly gathered in front of the throne.
Moban is such an outlier. If he awakens part of his memory, he will grow extremely quickly and powerfully.
Bang bang bang, a burst of heavy and hasty footsteps came, interrupting Mo Ban's contemplation. He stared at the bloody warrior-level Rakshasa demon in front of him, with a faint flame rising in his blood-red eyes.
Not long after, Mo Ban walked to the depths of the valley and saw dozens of similar demons with iron tower-like bodies, crowding around Chi Yuan, who was one size smaller than the low-level blood demons, blocking his way.
Gradually, Moban learned how to subdue his subordinates, and then relied on their strength to further expand. Gradually, more and more Rakshasa demons were under his command. He no longer needed to go out to conquer in person, so he would naturally have fresh flesh and blood and strength. Send it to yourself. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!
So he still couldn't find a clear answer. He only knew that he hated this damn wasteland, these damn Rakshasa demons and this damn killing.
At this time, bursts of energy fluctuations occurred in the gourd-shaped valley, as if the hazy veil was gently lifted, and a bright and solid energy fluctuation spilled out, as if a dying traveler suddenly appeared in the desert. oasis.
At this time, Mo Ban also chased outside the valley. The aura of the sneak attacker had been lost in the world. Suddenly, a new aura of extremely light and full of heavenly vitality came. He stopped his castration abruptly, and raised his feet Two deep trenches several meters long were carved into the hard ground.
Shameful raider!
Huge war boats in the sky, towering temples, the sky and the earth collapsing with one blow, all kinds of blurry or clear pictures that are like memories of the past, appear in my mind from time to time because of long-term silent contemplation; but with this As memories of past lives emerge one after another, a soul-rending pain will accompany them.
Moban is such an outlier. If he awakens part of his memory, he will grow extremely quickly and powerfully.
At this time, Mo Ban also chased outside the valley. The aura of the sneak attacker had been lost in the world. Suddenly, a new aura of extremely light and full of heavenly vitality came. He stopped his castration abruptly, and raised his feet Two deep trenches several meters long were carved into the hard ground.
…
At this time, Mo Ban also chased outside the valley. The aura of the sneak attacker had been lost in the world. Suddenly, a new aura of extremely light and full of heavenly vitality came. He stopped his castration abruptly, and raised his feet Two deep trenches several meters long were carved into the hard ground.
After running for who knows how long, he could feel that the cowardly attacker was not far ahead of him, but he couldn't catch up to him no matter what.
It was a very serious matter to disturb Mo Ban's meditation. The blood demon repeatedly leaned over to apologize, and vaguely and quickly stated the ins and outs of the matter to Mo Ban.
Don't think about things you can't understand. This is Mo Ban's advantage. Of course, it may also be that the feeling of being torn apart by memory fragments in his soul is too painful, which makes him subconsciously afraid.
The hundreds of Rakshasa demons following him also stopped, staring at the leader who was lost in thought one by one.
Chen Hai breathed a sigh of relief at this time. He also spent a lot of time to confirm that the alien Rakshasa demon could not completely block the breath of the spiritual spring at this time. He found such a Rakshasa group with moderate strength, lured him over, and sat and watched. They are two tigers fighting each other.
Because of devouring too many souls, Chiyuan's six senses have become extremely sharp, and it seems that he can feel the inner uneasiness and anxiety of dozens of subordinates. They are no longer low-level demon soldiers who only know how to kill, but also know fear and uneasiness.
His small team of soldiers and horses sent out to scout and hunt for prey were unexpectedly attacked more than two hundred miles away, and only one of them was killed and escaped!
Because of devouring too many souls, Chiyuan's six senses have become extremely sharp, and it seems that he can feel the inner uneasiness and anxiety of dozens of subordinates. They are no longer low-level demon soldiers who only know how to kill, but also know fear and uneasiness.
Gradually, Moban learned how to subdue his subordinates, and then relied on their strength to further expand. Gradually, more and more Rakshasa demons were under his command. He no longer needed to go out to conquer in person, so he would naturally have fresh flesh and blood and strength. Send it to yourself. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!
At this time, the surge of spiritual energy in Lingquan had weakened, but it would have no effect if he covered it up again.
What kind of breath is that, so familiar
It was a very serious matter to disturb Mo Ban's meditation. The blood demon repeatedly leaned over to apologize, and vaguely and quickly stated the ins and outs of the matter to Mo Ban.
Moban gave up tracking the attacker and headed towards the valley.
But power, damn power—what is real power
Gradually, Moban learned how to subdue his subordinates, and then relied on their strength to further expand. Gradually, more and more Rakshasa demons were under his command. He no longer needed to go out to conquer in person, so he would naturally have fresh flesh and blood and strength. Send it to yourself. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!
Moban gave up tracking the attacker and headed towards the valley.
After running for who knows how long, he could feel that the cowardly attacker was not far ahead of him, but he couldn't catch up to him no matter what.
If we were not focused on improving our own strength and could gather a group of thousands of blood demons here, we would not need to fear the invading group of Porakshasa demon warriors.
Moban was furious. He had never suffered such loss and insult since he began to learn how to control his subordinates.
Chen Hai breathed a sigh of relief at this time. He also spent a lot of time to confirm that the alien Rakshasa demon could not completely block the breath of the spiritual spring at this time. He found such a Rakshasa group with moderate strength, lured him over, and sat and watched. They are two tigers fighting each other.
Chen Hai breathed a sigh of relief at this time. He also spent a lot of time to confirm that the alien Rakshasa demon could not completely block the breath of the spiritual spring at this time. He found such a Rakshasa group with moderate strength, lured him over, and sat and watched. They are two tigers fighting each other.
In the valley, Chi Yuan anxiously walked around the spiritual spring.
Chen Hai extended his spiritual consciousness. Although there were no sun, moon or stars in the Blood Cloud Wasteland, this was the time when the evil spirits of heaven and earth were at their peak, and the alien blood demon could not completely cover up the spiritual aura emanating from the spiritual spring.
Whether it was the alien blood demon in the valley or the leader of the group of blood demon soldiers they lured over, their strength was much higher than him. What Chen Hai can rely on at this time is the extremely powerful sea of consciousness of the puppet clone, and the appearance of the devil condensed in the sea of consciousness using the fundamental secret of the Rakshasa blood refining secret method.
But power, damn power—what is real power
Shameful raider!
What kind of breath is that, so familiar
Suddenly, he stopped and a new word popped into his mind. A word that had never appeared in the Rakshasa Demon's dictionary. He didn't even know how to pronounce this word, but he believed that Xiang might be able to convince the blood demon leader who broke into the valley to share this spiritual spring with them.
…
At this time, bursts of energy fluctuations occurred in the gourd-shaped valley, as if the hazy veil was gently lifted, and a bright and solid energy fluctuation spilled out, as if a dying traveler suddenly appeared in the desert. oasis.
At this time, Chen Hai had restrained his aura and lurked on an isolated peak only ten miles away from the gourd mouth of the valley. Eight blood guards squatted neatly behind them, hiding their huge demon bodies behind the bushes as much as possible. .
At that moment, he took the lead and headed towards the direction where Chen Hai disappeared. Behind him were the smoke-filled demon soldiers.
His small team of soldiers and horses sent out to scout and hunt for prey were unexpectedly attacked more than two hundred miles away, and only one of them was killed and escaped!
Shameful raider!
Chen Hai's huge puppet clone sat cross-legged on the ground, with the remains of dozens of Rakshasa demons scattered around. After four to five hundred Rakshasa demons stepped into his sea of consciousness, he grabbed the battle spear and took Yao Lao with him. Gen and the other eight blood guards ran quickly towards the Gufeng Valley, leaking out their auras along the way to ensure that the group of Rakshasa demons would not be lost behind.
Hesitation has never been the style of a Rakshasa demon. Chi Yuan, whose greed overcame his reason, stamped his feet, brandished a pair of dagger-like bone spurs, and roared towards Mo Ban.
In the valley, Chi Yuan anxiously walked around the spiritual spring.
Moban gave up tracking the attacker and headed towards the valley.
At that moment, he took the lead and headed towards the direction where Chen Hai disappeared. Behind him were the smoke-filled demon soldiers.
Not long after, Mo Ban walked to the depths of the valley and saw dozens of similar demons with iron tower-like bodies, crowding around Chi Yuan, who was one size smaller than the low-level blood demons, blocking his way.
Chen Hai extended his spiritual consciousness. Although there were no sun, moon or stars in the Blood Cloud Wasteland, this was the time when the evil spirits of heaven and earth were at their peak, and the alien blood demon could not completely cover up the spiritual aura emanating from the spiritual spring.
In the sea of consciousness, hundreds of Rakshasa demons were coming straight towards his position like a sharp arrow. The leader's aura was as strong as a ball of flame, and his strength was actually equivalent to him.
While he was anxious, he also deeply regretted that he had lured a large number of blood demons over in the past, but he was blinded by the power. Except for leaving behind the subordinates who could serve him, all others were ignored by him. Destroy it to enhance the power of your soul.
Gradually, Moban learned how to subdue his subordinates, and then relied on their strength to further expand. Gradually, more and more Rakshasa demons were under his command. He no longer needed to go out to conquer in person, so he would naturally have fresh flesh and blood and strength. Send it to yourself. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!
A Rakshasa demon actually hates killing. This is really dark humor.
Maybe it's time to abandon the spiritual spring and leave this place with dozens of subordinates. But being on the side of the spiritual spring, in addition to cultivating the true essence of the orifice, he can use the spiritual spring as bait to lure other Rakshasa Demon Lords to hook him. The magical effect of devouring souls to quickly improve oneself makes it difficult for him to let go after he has already tasted the benefits.
The thought of whether to stay or go was spinning in Chi Yuan's mind like a wheel, and the pain of being unable to choose almost tore his unique soul apart.
Huge war boats in the sky, towering temples, the sky and the earth collapsing with one blow, all kinds of blurry or clear pictures that are like memories of the past, appear in my mind from time to time because of long-term silent contemplation; but with this As memories of past lives emerge one after another, a soul-rending pain will accompany them.
Gradually, Moban learned how to subdue his subordinates, and then relied on their strength to further expand. Gradually, more and more Rakshasa demons were under his command. He no longer needed to go out to conquer in person, so he would naturally have fresh flesh and blood and strength. Send it to yourself. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!
At this time, the surge of spiritual energy in Lingquan had weakened, but it would have no effect if he covered it up again.
At this time, bursts of energy fluctuations occurred in the gourd-shaped valley, as if the hazy veil was gently lifted, and a bright and solid energy fluctuation spilled out, as if a dying traveler suddenly appeared in the desert. oasis.
Maybe it's time to abandon the spiritual spring and leave this place with dozens of subordinates. But being on the side of the spiritual spring, in addition to cultivating the true essence of the orifice, he can use the spiritual spring as bait to lure other Rakshasa Demon Lords to hook him. The magical effect of devouring souls to quickly improve oneself makes it difficult for him to let go after he has already tasted the benefits.
Mo Ban let out an angry roar, and the entire tribe's gathering place instantly moved. Four to five hundred Rakshasa demons quickly gathered in front of the throne.
Huge war boats in the sky, towering temples, the sky and the earth collapsing with one blow, all kinds of blurry or clear pictures that are like memories of the past, appear in my mind from time to time because of long-term silent contemplation; but with this As memories of past lives emerge one after another, a soul-rending pain will accompany them.
Moban pointed in the direction recorded in the soul fragment, and the earth shook. All the Rakshasa demon warriors followed him and rolled away.
Maybe it's time to abandon the spiritual spring and leave this place with dozens of subordinates. But being on the side of the spiritual spring, in addition to cultivating the true essence of the orifice, he can use the spiritual spring as bait to lure other Rakshasa Demon Lords to hook him. The magical effect of devouring souls to quickly improve oneself makes it difficult for him to let go after he has already tasted the benefits.
While he was anxious, he also deeply regretted that he had lured a large number of blood demons over in the past, but he was blinded by the power. Except for leaving behind the subordinates who could serve him, all others were ignored by him. Destroy it to enhance the power of your soul.
Fortunately, the Rakshasa Demons are never short of time in the Blood Cloud Wasteland. They must catch up with them, then tear off their heads and make wine glasses.
Once upon a time, the sea was too difficult to overcome. If he were allowed to abandon Lingquan and return to an environment that required brutal fighting to slowly improve, he would rather be destroyed.
Fortunately, the Rakshasa Demons are never short of time in the Blood Cloud Wasteland. They must catch up with them, then tear off their heads and make wine glasses.
Moban was furious. He had never suffered such loss and insult since he began to learn how to control his subordinates.
When Mo Ban arrived at the place where Chen Hai was sitting cross-legged just now, he saw only a messy battlefield, with the mutilated limbs of Rakshasa demons scattered everywhere, but the perpetrator was nowhere to be seen.
While he was anxious, he also deeply regretted that he had lured a large number of blood demons over in the past, but he was blinded by the power. Except for leaving behind the subordinates who could serve him, all others were ignored by him. Destroy it to enhance the power of your soul.
Don't think about things you can't understand. This is Mo Ban's advantage. Of course, it may also be that the feeling of being torn apart by memory fragments in his soul is too painful, which makes him subconsciously afraid.
Mo Ban let out an angry roar, and the entire tribe's gathering place instantly moved. Four to five hundred Rakshasa demons quickly gathered in front of the throne.
Maybe it's time to abandon the spiritual spring and leave this place with dozens of subordinates. But being on the side of the spiritual spring, in addition to cultivating the true essence of the orifice, he can use the spiritual spring as bait to lure other Rakshasa Demon Lords to hook him. The magical effect of devouring souls to quickly improve oneself makes it difficult for him to let go after he has already tasted the benefits.
After running for who knows how long, he could feel that the cowardly attacker was not far ahead of him, but he couldn't catch up to him no matter what.
If we were not focused on improving our own strength and could gather a group of thousands of blood demons here, we would not need to fear the invading group of Porakshasa demon warriors.
When Mo Ban arrived at the place where Chen Hai was sitting cross-legged just now, he saw only a messy battlefield, with the mutilated limbs of Rakshasa demons scattered everywhere, but the perpetrator was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, he stopped and a new word popped into his mind. A word that had never appeared in the Rakshasa Demon's dictionary. He didn't even know how to pronounce this word, but he believed that Xiang might be able to convince the blood demon leader who broke into the valley to share this spiritual spring with them.
Don't think about things you can't understand. This is Mo Ban's advantage. Of course, it may also be that the feeling of being torn apart by memory fragments in his soul is too painful, which makes him subconsciously afraid.
Mo Ban's caution and the trace of fear revealed in the demon eyes made Chi Yuan's decision waver again, and his greed to possess the spiritual spring alone was ignited again.
Because of devouring too many souls, Chiyuan's six senses have become extremely sharp, and it seems that he can feel the inner uneasiness and anxiety of dozens of subordinates. They are no longer low-level demon soldiers who only know how to kill, but also know fear and uneasiness.
But power, damn power—what is real power
Mo Ban waved his hand impatiently to stop his statement, and grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne. The bone spear was quickly dyed with a layer of miserable green flames. With a wave of his hand, he penetrated the bone spear that had no recovery. Hope's subordinate grabbed the void with his huge scaly claws, and a golden ball of light slowly came out from the dead Blood Demon's head. He looked at the ball of light for a short while, then waved his hand to break the ball of light.
At the beginning, hundreds of millions of dead souls were thrown into the afterlife formation, but almost all of them were either crushed into pieces by the afterlife formation, or were blown away by the space storm.
But power, damn power—what is real power
In the valley, Chi Yuan anxiously walked around the spiritual spring.
Of course, in his mind, avoiding a fight would be an insult to him.
In the sea of consciousness, hundreds of Rakshasa demons were coming straight towards his position like a sharp arrow. The leader's aura was as strong as a ball of flame, and his strength was actually equivalent to him.
Mo Ban waved his hand impatiently to stop his statement, and grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne. The bone spear was quickly dyed with a layer of miserable green flames. With a wave of his hand, he penetrated the bone spear that had no recovery. Hope's subordinate grabbed the void with his huge scaly claws, and a golden ball of light slowly came out from the dead Blood Demon's head. He looked at the ball of light for a short while, then waved his hand to break the ball of light.
While he was anxious, he also deeply regretted that he had lured a large number of blood demons over in the past, but he was blinded by the power. Except for leaving behind the subordinates who could serve him, all others were ignored by him. Destroy it to enhance the power of your soul.
But why did he clearly sense the appearance of several similar creatures just now, and then why did so many blood demons rush in
The thought of whether to stay or go was spinning in Chi Yuan's mind like a wheel, and the pain of being unable to choose almost tore his unique soul apart.
At this time, the surge of spiritual energy in Lingquan had weakened, but it would have no effect if he covered it up again.
He just relies on instinct to improve himself, but he still doesn't fully understand the meaning and power of the word conspiracy. He doesn't realize that all of this is a trap set by the same kind of people just now.
Chen Hai breathed a sigh of relief at this time. He also spent a lot of time to confirm that the alien Rakshasa demon could not completely block the breath of the spiritual spring at this time. He found such a Rakshasa group with moderate strength, lured him over, and sat and watched. They are two tigers fighting each other.
Mo Ban let out an angry roar, and the entire tribe's gathering place instantly moved. Four to five hundred Rakshasa demons quickly gathered in front of the throne.
Of course, in his mind, avoiding a fight would be an insult to him.
The closer he got to the spiritual spring, the aura that filled the world with vitality became stronger and stronger. The familiar feeling deep in Mo Ban's memory almost drove him crazy. He accelerated his pace and ran wildly, leaving hundreds of demon soldiers behind.
The thought of whether to stay or go was spinning in Chi Yuan's mind like a wheel, and the pain of being unable to choose almost tore his unique soul apart.
The hundreds of Rakshasa demons following him also stopped, staring at the leader who was lost in thought one by one.
Because of devouring too many souls, Chiyuan's six senses have become extremely sharp, and it seems that he can feel the inner uneasiness and anxiety of dozens of subordinates. They are no longer low-level demon soldiers who only know how to kill, but also know fear and uneasiness.
Whether it was the alien blood demon in the valley or the leader of the group of blood demon soldiers they lured over, their strength was much higher than him. What Chen Hai can rely on at this time is the extremely powerful sea of consciousness of the puppet clone, and the appearance of the devil condensed in the sea of consciousness using the fundamental secret of the Rakshasa blood refining secret method.
Maybe it's time to abandon the spiritual spring and leave this place with dozens of subordinates. But being on the side of the spiritual spring, in addition to cultivating the true essence of the orifice, he can use the spiritual spring as bait to lure other Rakshasa Demon Lords to hook him. The magical effect of devouring souls to quickly improve oneself makes it difficult for him to let go after he has already tasted the benefits.
Hundreds of similar people have entered the valley entrance and are getting closer and closer.
Bang bang bang, a burst of heavy and hasty footsteps came, interrupting Mo Ban's contemplation. He stared at the bloody warrior-level Rakshasa demon in front of him, with a faint flame rising in his blood-red eyes.
At this time, the surge of spiritual energy in Lingquan had weakened, but it would have no effect if he covered it up again.
He just relies on instinct to improve himself, but he still doesn't fully understand the meaning and power of the word conspiracy. He doesn't realize that all of this is a trap set by the same kind of people just now.
If we were not focused on improving our own strength and could gather a group of thousands of blood demons here, we would not need to fear the invading group of Porakshasa demon warriors.
At this time, bursts of energy fluctuations occurred in the gourd-shaped valley, as if the hazy veil was gently lifted, and a bright and solid energy fluctuation spilled out, as if a dying traveler suddenly appeared in the desert. oasis.
Except for the specific souls of demon generals, there are only very few soul fragments that were able to escape these two disasters with great luck. They came to the Blood Cloud Wasteland almost intact and merged with one of the corpses and bones on the ground to be reborn. .
The thought of whether to stay or go was spinning in Chi Yuan's mind like a wheel, and the pain of being unable to choose almost tore his unique soul apart.
In the valley, Chi Yuan anxiously walked around the spiritual spring.
Moban pointed in the direction recorded in the soul fragment, and the earth shook. All the Rakshasa demon warriors followed him and rolled away.
…
At that moment, he took the lead and headed towards the direction where Chen Hai disappeared. Behind him were the smoke-filled demon soldiers.
Suddenly, he stopped and a new word popped into his mind. A word that had never appeared in the Rakshasa Demon's dictionary. He didn't even know how to pronounce this word, but he believed that Xiang might be able to convince the blood demon leader who broke into the valley to share this spiritual spring with them.
At this time, bursts of energy fluctuations occurred in the gourd-shaped valley, as if the hazy veil was gently lifted, and a bright and solid energy fluctuation spilled out, as if a dying traveler suddenly appeared in the desert. oasis.
Fortunately, the Rakshasa Demons are never short of time in the Blood Cloud Wasteland. They must catch up with them, then tear off their heads and make wine glasses.
Those thirty or so similar people were not looked down upon by Mo Ban, but Chi Yuan, who was even thinner than the low-level blood demons, gave him a dangerous feeling. Mo Ban secretly calculated the strength of both sides, stopped his pace, and retreated several hundred meters to open a distance between the two sides. If he wanted to fight him, he would have to wait for the demon soldiers behind him to arrive.
Whether it was the alien blood demon in the valley or the leader of the group of blood demon soldiers they lured over, their strength was much higher than him. What Chen Hai can rely on at this time is the extremely powerful sea of consciousness of the puppet clone, and the appearance of the devil condensed in the sea of consciousness using the fundamental secret of the Rakshasa blood refining secret method.
Suddenly, he stopped and a new word popped into his mind. A word that had never appeared in the Rakshasa Demon's dictionary. He didn't even know how to pronounce this word, but he believed that Xiang might be able to convince the blood demon leader who broke into the valley to share this spiritual spring with them.
Shameful raider!
Fortunately, the Rakshasa Demons are never short of time in the Blood Cloud Wasteland. They must catch up with them, then tear off their heads and make wine glasses.
Hundreds of similar people have entered the valley entrance and are getting closer and closer.
The closer he got to the spiritual spring, the aura that filled the world with vitality became stronger and stronger. The familiar feeling deep in Mo Ban's memory almost drove him crazy. He accelerated his pace and ran wildly, leaving hundreds of demon soldiers behind.
Those thirty or so similar people were not looked down upon by Mo Ban, but Chi Yuan, who was even thinner than the low-level blood demons, gave him a dangerous feeling. Mo Ban secretly calculated the strength of both sides, stopped his pace, and retreated several hundred meters to open a distance between the two sides. If he wanted to fight him, he would have to wait for the demon soldiers behind him to arrive.
He couldn't remember exactly when he woke up. He just knew that as soon as he woke up, he was fighting, killing, and devouring in this desolate land, in order to survive and evolve!
Wait, what is a wine glass? There was another tearing pain deep in Moban's soul.
Wait, what is a wine glass? There was another tearing pain deep in Moban's soul.
Just as he was about to order his men to disperse in search of traces of these provocateurs, they were keenly aware of a vague aura. This breath is exactly the breath of those cowardly sneak attackers, and it is exactly the same as the memory in the soul fragments.
Not long after, Mo Ban walked to the depths of the valley and saw dozens of similar demons with iron tower-like bodies, crowding around Chi Yuan, who was one size smaller than the low-level blood demons, blocking his way.
If we were not focused on improving our own strength and could gather a group of thousands of blood demons here, we would not need to fear the invading group of Porakshasa demon warriors.
Gradually, Moban learned how to subdue his subordinates, and then relied on their strength to further expand. Gradually, more and more Rakshasa demons were under his command. He no longer needed to go out to conquer in person, so he would naturally have fresh flesh and blood and strength. Send it to yourself. So he slowly got used to another thing, thinking!
Shameful raider!
At this time, Mo Ban also chased outside the valley. The aura of the sneak attacker had been lost in the world. Suddenly, a new aura of extremely light and full of heavenly vitality came. He stopped his castration abruptly, and raised his feet Two deep trenches several meters long were carved into the hard ground.
In the sea of consciousness, hundreds of Rakshasa demons were coming straight towards his position like a sharp arrow. The leader's aura was as strong as a ball of flame, and his strength was actually equivalent to him.
The hundreds of Rakshasa demons following him also stopped, staring at the leader who was lost in thought one by one.
Those thirty or so similar people were not looked down upon by Mo Ban, but Chi Yuan, who was even thinner than the low-level blood demons, gave him a dangerous feeling. Mo Ban secretly calculated the strength of both sides, stopped his pace, and retreated several hundred meters to open a distance between the two sides. If he wanted to fight him, he would have to wait for the demon soldiers behind him to arrive.
At this time, bursts of energy fluctuations occurred in the gourd-shaped valley, as if the hazy veil was gently lifted, and a bright and solid energy fluctuation spilled out, as if a dying traveler suddenly appeared in the desert. oasis.
At this time, Chen Hai had restrained his aura and lurked on an isolated peak only ten miles away from the gourd mouth of the valley. Eight blood guards squatted neatly behind them, hiding their huge demon bodies behind the bushes as much as possible. .
Huge war boats in the sky, towering temples, the sky and the earth collapsing with one blow, all kinds of blurry or clear pictures that are like memories of the past, appear in my mind from time to time because of long-term silent contemplation; but with this As memories of past lives emerge one after another, a soul-rending pain will accompany them.
In the sea of consciousness, hundreds of Rakshasa demons were coming straight towards his position like a sharp arrow. The leader's aura was as strong as a ball of flame, and his strength was actually equivalent to him.
Mo Ban waved his hand impatiently to stop his statement, and grabbed the white jade bone spear placed on the side of the throne. The bone spear was quickly dyed with a layer of miserable green flames. With a wave of his hand, he penetrated the bone spear that had no recovery. Hope's subordinate grabbed the void with his huge scaly claws, and a golden ball of light slowly came out from the dead Blood Demon's head. He looked at the ball of light for a short while, then waved his hand to break the ball of light.
Once upon a time, the sea was too difficult to overcome. If he were allowed to abandon Lingquan and return to an environment that required brutal fighting to slowly improve, he would rather be destroyed.
Mo Ban's caution and the trace of fear revealed in the demon eyes made Chi Yuan's decision waver again, and his greed to possess the spiritual spring alone was ignited again.
Just as he was about to order his men to disperse in search of traces of these provocateurs, they were keenly aware of a vague aura. This breath is exactly the breath of those cowardly sneak attackers, and it is exactly the same as the memory in the soul fragments.
Wait, what is a wine glass? There was another tearing pain deep in Moban's soul.
Chen Hai also deployed an additional small formation restriction to completely cover up their presence.
But why did he clearly sense the appearance of several similar creatures just now, and then why did so many blood demons rush in
Hesitation has never been the style of a Rakshasa demon. Chi Yuan, whose greed overcame his reason, stamped his feet, brandished a pair of dagger-like bone spurs, and roared towards Mo Ban.
But power, damn power—what is real power
A Rakshasa demon actually hates killing. This is really dark humor.
At this time, Mo Ban also chased outside the valley. The aura of the sneak attacker had been lost in the world. Suddenly, a new aura of extremely light and full of heavenly vitality came. He stopped his castration abruptly, and raised his feet Two deep trenches several meters long were carved into the hard ground.
Once upon a time, the sea was too difficult to overcome. If he were allowed to abandon Lingquan and return to an environment that required brutal fighting to slowly improve, he would rather be destroyed.
Huge war boats in the sky, towering temples, the sky and the earth collapsing with one blow, all kinds of blurry or clear pictures that are like memories of the past, appear in my mind from time to time because of long-term silent contemplation; but with this As memories of past lives emerge one after another, a soul-rending pain will accompany them.