This made Yuwen Zhouyuan a little annoyed, and he silently observed the cliff. However, on the surface, nothing was wrong. Except that the color of the stone was as red as blood, there seemed to be no danger hidden.
However, Yuwen Zhouyuan would not think that the information was wrong. Even if the disciple did not mention danger in his memory, he would still be careful, because these places where the heaven and earth spiritual grass grows are usually guarded by monsters.
The road of cultivation is thorny at every step. In addition to one's own cultivation, it also requires the cultivator to be bold and careful. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have fallen due to carelessness. Yuwen Zhouyuan is not willing to be one of them, because he can
I want to go further and finally break the void and return to my own world!
There is nothing wrong with the cliff. Below it is a path overgrown with weeds, winding its way to the front. There is a trace of solemnity on Yu Wen Zhouyuan's face. Wherever his thoughts are moving, a light blue halo envelopes him.
To protect his body, Yuwen Zhouyuan had already used the true power of body protection, but he was not worried about taking out a golden bell talisman and patting it on his body. Yuwen Zhouyuan never felt that it was a waste to protect himself. No matter how many magic weapons were used to kill people,
The elixir is of no use either!
Then, Yuwen Zhouyuan took out two attack talismans from his arms and held them tightly in his left and right hands, ready to deal with sudden dangers at any time.
After doing all this, Yu Wen Zhouyuan carefully walked forward along the path. Yu Wen Zhouyuan walked very slowly and spread his spiritual thoughts as far as possible around him, so that he could detect danger early.
After Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual thoughts took Shen'an Fruit and devoured and assimilated the Yuan Shen of Yan Junsheng, his spiritual thoughts were as strong as those of middle-stage Zhenyuan cultivators. This was also his unknown secret.
Half an hour later, Yuwen Zhouyuan stopped and remained silent. On the road ahead, a wide river suddenly appeared. The water was fast and strangely churning as if it had boiled.
And above the river, a large amount of blood-red mist filled the air.
Several flying birds flew past and crashed into the blood-red mist. The sound of mourning reached their ears. After a while, the bird bones fell from the sky, and their flesh and blood had been sucked dry.
"Mist-blood monster!" Yuwen Zhouyuan's mind flashed, and a name appeared in his memory.
Yuwen Zhouyuan had seen the introduction of this monster in the diary of Demon Lord Killer. The fog-blood monster is a first-class monster that likes to eat the flesh and blood of living creatures. It can turn its body into mist and is the most difficult to deal with.
One of the first-level monsters.
If possible, Yuwen Zhouyuan would not want to fight this monster. However, what he saw below made Yuwen Zhouyuan's face become more and more gloomy.
"Plop!" A small fish jumped out of the water. Although it was far away, with Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness, he could naturally see it very clearly. It was a small fish as black as ink, two fingers long and wide. At first glance, it was the same as
There is no difference between ordinary fish, but if you look closely, you can see that its eyes protrude outward, glowing with blood-red luster, and its teeth are also particularly sharp.
"Man-eating cuttlefish!" Yuwen Zhouyuan took a breath. Although this thing is not high-level, a low-grade monster, it likes to live in groups. There are at least tens of thousands of man-eating cuttlefish in a nest, and they have a fierce temperament.
, are fierce and not afraid of death, not to mention themselves, even the monks in the Zhenyuan stage will only run away when they encounter them.
Standing by the river, Yuwen Zhouyuan was silent. The road ahead was blocked. No matter whether he crossed the river or flew over with his weapon, he would encounter strong enemies.
Fortunately, man-eating cuttlefish cannot come ashore, and fog-blood monsters are known for their laziness. As long as they don't move forward, there is no need to worry about being actively attacked.
After hesitating for a while, Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression suddenly changed. He felt a few auras approaching here quickly. Could it be a monk from the Snow Mountain Sect?
It's too late to go back now, but no matter what, Yuwen Zhouyuan will not give up the opportunity to obtain the Golden Yang Grass and Star Soul Flower, because after adding those two elixirs to the Yuan Aid Pill, people who successfully advance to the True Yuan Stage will improve
Given the opportunity to cultivate, a look of determination flashed in Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes, and he had no choice but to give this method a try.
He reached into his arms and took out a black soul bead. As soon as the soul bead was taken out, it exuded a strong yin energy, full of resentment, which made people's hair stand on end.
This object is a soul bead among the treasures left by the Demon Lord Killer that Yuwen Zhouyuan obtained from Yuwen Xiangwan. The difference is that this soul bead is the only one that is different among all the soul beads at that time, because it contains countless
The resentful soul Li Po is an authentic soul magic weapon. Although it has the same name as those empty soul beads, there is a substantial difference!
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan has not yet sacrificed it to recognize its master, it can still be operated with difficulty, and it has considerable power.
The true power in Yuwen Zhouyuan's body was circulating, and he gently activated the soul bead. In an instant, the violent energy became strong, and the sound of ghost cries could be faintly heard from all around. The wind was miserable, and countless black ghost mist surged out from the soul bead, churning, covering Yuwen
Zhou Yuan's body was wrapped in layers.
In the ghost mist, Yuwen Zhouyuan looked solemn and muttered words. He continued to inject his true power into the soul beads according to the method described in the soul bead cultivation method.
The cries of ghosts became more and more shrill, and several disheveled ghosts ran out from inside, with fingers like hooks and blood-red eyes, howling incessantly.
They were the souls sealed in the soul beads. Yuwen Zhouyuan commanded them to surround him, and then he carefully flew into the blood mist above the river.
Coincidentally, another water bird passed through here. The blood mist rolled and condensed into countless red threads, which pierced the body of the water bird. In a short time, its flesh and blood was sucked clean, leaving only the bones falling from the sky.
However, the blood mist did not react at all to the intrusion into Yuwen Zhouyuan at the same time.
It seemed that he was right in his bet. Yuwen Zhouyuan breathed a sigh of relief. According to the diary of the Killer Demon Lord, although the fog-blood monster is the most difficult first-class monster to deal with, it has no eyes and only has a very sensitive sense of smell.
Once it finds prey entering the blood mist transformed by its body, it will attack immediately.
But the mist-blood monster only eats living things and is not interested in dead bodies. Based on this, Yuwen Zhouyuan thought of using soul beads to hide the truth.
Use negative things such as ghost mist and ghosts to cover up the vitality emanating from oneself, deceiving the eyeless mist-blood monster into thinking that it is not a living person, but a ghostly creature.
Although if you really take action, you should be able to defeat this monster with the many magic weapons on your body, but in this dangerous fog monster ridge, it is always beneficial and harmless to save some real power as much as possible, not to mention that through divine consciousness, Yu Wenzhou
Yuan has already felt that someone else has come here, so it is even more inappropriate to stay for a long time.
Shortly after Yuwen Zhouyuan left, a ray of wind fell from the sky, and three monks from the Snow Mountain Sect came out.
"Senior brother, that guy's senses disappeared when he got here." The person who spoke was a young monk in his twenties and twenties, with bright eyebrows and bright eyes, still childish, but his cultivation had reached the late stage of the seventh level of the true energy stage.
"Be careful, junior brothers Sun and Li are not weak in magic power, but they were poisoned by each other at the same time. That person must not be an ordinary casual cultivator." One of them said.
"Senior Brother Ma, so what. Judging from the death of Sun and Li, they were obviously attacked by surprise." One of them said.
"No matter what, it never hurts to be cautious."
It can be heard from the conversation that the three of them discovered the body of the unlucky monk who was killed by Yuwen Zhouyuan, and it is not known what method they used to track it here.
"That man must have crossed the river. Brother Fang, let's chase him!" The other man remained silent, but was very impatient. After making this suggestion, he flew away to the other side of the river against the wind without waiting for the two fellow disciples to reply.
"Junior Brother Meng Lang, wait!" The monk known as Senior Brother Fang was startled. Although he was not as knowledgeable as Yuwen Zhouyuan and did not know the fog-blood monsters, the bloody mist floating above the river was obviously not
What a good thing, I was just about to observe it for a while before deciding on a course of action, but I didn't expect that my junior brother had already acted recklessly.
She wanted to remind him to be careful, but it was too late. The blood-colored mist suddenly started to stir. When she realized that a prey had entered her body, how could the mist-blood monster be so polite? It condensed blood-colored threads again and stabbed Meng Lang.
past.
Meng Lang was startled, and of course he refused to sit still and wait for death. He patted his left wrist, and a small talisman was sacrificed to him. After the talisman burned, it turned into a light blue light shield, covering his body.
wrapped in it.
It’s actually a rare high-level defensive talisman—the Shui Qianjun Talisman!
Bloody threads shot onto the mask, causing the white light to tremble wildly, but unable to break the mask. Meng Lang just breathed a sigh of relief, but then his face turned as white as paper.
I saw those silk threads suddenly tangled together, changing into the shape of a giant python, and then tightly entangled the light mask.
Seeing this shocking scene, not only did Meng Lang, who was deeply trapped in the blood mist, feel uneasy, but his two companions also turned pale with horror.
The situation was urgent, and they didn't have time to think too much. They shouted: "Junior brother, don't panic, I'm here to help you."
As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them flew over in the wind at the same time. These two Snow Mountain Sect disciples actually had spiritual weapons. One was an iron whip two feet long, and the other used a gray flying sword.
Although it is of low quality in terms of quality, as a Zhen Qi stage monk, having such a treasure is already very enviable.
The power of the spiritual weapon was extraordinary, and the monsters did not dare to neglect it. The blood mist transformed into giant pythons, entangled with the two of them.
The monk trapped in the beam of light also did not sit still and waited for death. He took out several more talismans from his storage bag and threw them like the center of the blood mist.
In an instant, spiritual weapons were everywhere, blood was flying, and the sound of explosions was heard endlessly. The monster beast and the three monks were having a great time fighting.
On the other side of the river bank, Yuwen Zhouyuan slowly withdrew his gaze, with a sarcastic smile on his lips. The three guys following him were destined to perish here.
The strength of the mist-blood monster is extraordinary. Only cultivators of the True Yuan stage and True Qi stage can defeat it. Unless they have many treasures like themselves, they will become food in its mouth.
It's also good to let the monsters get rid of these annoying tails, so that they won't arouse suspicion.