Yue Mochen had no idea that he had fallen into a desperate situation, and he didn't know that if he didn't wake up, he might never be able to wake up again, and his consciousness would not even be able to sense his soul!
"You are dead!"
These five words and five syllables penetrated into Yue Mochen's soul sea, without causing huge waves, nor were there any undercurrents. Some are just calm, desperate calm, and not as calm as a trace of vitality.
This curse is like a seed, taking root, sprouting in Yue Mochen's soul, and then growing into a towering tree, and only one fruit has been born on this towering tree.
This fruit is death!
At this time, Yue Mochen really thought he was dead!
The single-edge sword in his hand fell to the ground, and the spiritual energy in his body became calm with Yue Mochen's illusion, and the spiritual energy on his body dissipated invisible.
But for some reason, the blood demon power did not dissipate, just as if the blood demon power could exist alone even without the control of Yue Mochen's soul!
Perhaps, this is the turning point!
However, even if there is a turning point, is it still too late? The warrior's long sword has been raised and is about to be chopped down in a blink of an eye. At this time, does Yue Mochen still have a chance?
There is a answer!
Just as the blade was about to cut off Yue Mochen's head, suddenly, an extremely evil force burst out from Yue Mochen's body, and this force flowed through Yue Mochen's body like an electric current.
In less than a tenth of a second, Yue Mochen's empty eyes instantly turned red, and the blood demon flame on his body rose from the sky!
A bloody aura came from the Blood Demon Flame, causing the sword-wielding warrior to frown secretly.
"it's all over!"
The warrior roared unbelievably, and the strength in his hand increased a little more, and the long sword broke through the wind and fell!
With a crisp sound of "Clang!", the warrior's eyes widened, with an incredible look on his face.
Two slender and white fingers surrounded by a faint blood light. A long knife nearly four feet long was sandwiched between the fingers, and the blade was still making a crisp sound!
He actually saw that his confident sword was blocked, and the one who blocked the sword was actually Yue Mochen's two fingers!
Not only him, but Mo Fang, who was awakened by Yue Mochen's abnormality on the ground, also looked at the scene in front of him with horror.
It is not difficult to use two fingers to clamp the opponent's weapon. Many masters will use such a coquettish posture when pretending to be thirteen, but that is all for masters. A sword that a hundred tribulations warrior swung with all his strength must at least be able to clamp it with his demon-refining realm!
But the boy in front of him did it!
Could it be that he is a powerful figure in the Demon Refining Realm!? This idea appeared in Mo Fang and the others' minds at the same time, and then was erased at the same time!
How is it possible? A boy under twenty years old has the cultivation level of the Demon Refining Realm? Who believes it?
Even if he is a recognized genius in the big world, the outstanding young master of the Dugu family was just touching the hurdle of the hundred catastrophes when he was less than 20 years old!
A relic of gods, a young man in a world where even gods abandoned him, can he reach the demon-practice realm before he is twenty years old by the cultivation of a land power that claims to be a holy land?
This is absolutely impossible! So, the two of them immediately threw this nonsense idea out of their minds, but after that, they were stunned because they really couldn't find any other reason to explain the scene in front of them.
So, very naturally, the two of them had the idea that they had just confirmed that it was impossible.
However, Yue Mochen didn't have time to talk nonsense with them. He clamped the tip of the sword and loosened the index finger and middle finger of the left hand, and bounced the ring finger at the same time!
The long sword let out a long whisper of "Wang~!" and flew backwards. The warrior holding the knife hurt his wrist. A strong vibration force was transmitted from the blade to the hilt of the knife, and then from the hilt of the knife to the tiger's mouth of the right hand, and then trembled onto his right arm!
Another crisp sound of bone cracks sounded. Unable to defend, the warrior's right shoulder was actually shattered in pain!
Yue Mochen slapped out his palm expressionlessly, and the warrior vomited blood and flew backwards!
After coming to his senses, he looked at Yue Mochen in horror and rushed towards him with fierce spirit, but forgot how to fight back.
In a completely rampage state, Yue Mochen's aura was as fierce as a demon god coming out of hell, causing him to have any thought of resisting!
"kill!"
With Yue Mochen's cold shout, he palmed his right hand again, and the warrior who was still in the air was subjected to force again, flying backwards at a speed of several times faster.
With a "Peng!", the warrior's body hit a big tree, shaking countless fallen leaves.
Seeing this, Mo Fang, who was not far away, saw this, a little cold sweat oozed out of his forehead, but soon he calmed down, gritted his teeth, threw out several large boxes of strange shapes from the hollow ring, and then his hands kept changing their handprints!
When these boxes appeared, the air around them became a little colder again, but this coldness was different from the cold caused by the previous warrior spiritual energy. It was a kind of coldness!
Yue Mochen felt the strangeness behind him, gave up and continued to chase the half-dead warrior, and turned his head thoughtfully to look at the box on the ground.
If his mind was still clear at this time, it would not be difficult to find that these were not boxes, but coffins with simple shapes!
A total of nine coffins were thrown by Mo Fang in a mess, and a trace of cold breath came out from the coffin.
The warrior opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him. His eyes were filled with unsightly eyes, as if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen: "Brother Fang, you..."
Yue Mochen walked towards Mo Fang with an expressionless face, and the demonic flame on his body did not diminish at all.
Mo Fang ignored the actions of the two, but looked at Jiukou coffin with a gloomy expression, muttering something.
"Go away and inform the Mo family! Even if you have a deep hatred with the Mo family, they will let it go for the time being!"
The seriously injured warrior roared at Yue Mochen's background, looking very nervous. Even if he roared hard, he ignored it.
Unfortunately, Yue Mochen could not hear his words at all. Yue Mochen's soul was still in a chaotic state. The one who controlled Yue Mochen's body was exactly what Hongyue had been worried about, Yue Mochen's inner demon!
At this time, he had no intelligence at all, only instinct and the instinct of killing!
On the contrary, Mo Fang, after hearing the warrior's words, a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are my man, how can you help outsiders?"
After saying that, Mo Fang stood up in the desperate eyes of the warrior, looking at Yue Mochen as he was getting closer and closer, his eyes covered with yin energy looked up and down, as if he was admiring a work of art.
"Let's!" A slight sound rang out, it was the sound of the deformation of the wooden board...