Chapter 391 If Something Is Wrong, Then It Is Wrong (33)

Staring at the suddenly emerging flesh and blood jungle, the other three Jindan cultivators of Xuantian Sect sighed, and then secretly rejoiced.

Seeing this flesh and blood jungle, they knew that Zhao Huai had fallen, and the situation inside Mocheng was more dangerous than they had imagined.

But as soon as the flesh and blood jungle appeared, time stood on their side.

As time accumulated, the air and water sources inside Mocheng would be polluted by the demons, and the Jindan cultivators inside would also be affected until all the creatures were devoured.

The speed of the demons' pollution was very fast. It would not be long before the entire Mocheng would become part of the flesh and blood jungle, allowing them to obtain blood and energy continuously.

Moreover, with one less immortal master, each of them would get more credit, and the rewards after completing the task would be richer.

Next, as long as they could resist Daoxuan's offensive, everything would be fine.

But the question was, could they stop it?

The old man outside had almost endless physical strength, and a mere one of them could burst out with the might of thousands of troops, which frightened the Jindan cultivators in the formation.

And as time passed, the war god blood in Daoxuan's body seemed to be aroused.

His fists became more and more powerful, and his strength became more and more terrifying. Some mysterious characteristics condensed in his body, which made him faintly have signs of breakthrough.

Discovering that the other party could actually break through under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, the horror of this person has risen to a new level in everyone's mind.

No wonder he dared to go here with two people. This first person of the righteous sect is really confident.

Until now, they found that it was not themselves who surrounded Mocheng and the righteous sect, but the righteous sect that surrounded themselves.

As long as they dared to retreat, the disordered formation would immediately be found by Daoxuan to break through, and then they would be defeated.

The only way to survive is to completely corrupt Mocheng as soon as possible and devour every cultivator in it, so that they can have the capital to fight against Daoxuan.

After knowing this, the Xuantian Sect cultivators who went to Mocheng became even crazier.

A team of Xuantian Sect cultivators stepped into Mocheng and took a deep breath.

The demon seeds have begun to mix with the spiritual energy here. The blood of Zhao Huai's golden elixir after his death is mixed with the blood of other dead foundation-building cultivators, making the air filled with a pungent smell of blood.

This smell is poison to other cultivators, but to Xuantian Sect cultivators, it is a tonic comparable to fairy grass.

Breathing the air here, they can feel their bodies are constantly strengthening, the blood in their bodies is constantly boiling, their own cultivation is constantly improving, and the whole person is excited.

Some people even began to tear open their arms and expose their wounds, just to allow themselves to absorb more blood in the air and allow themselves to improve faster.

"The skills of our Xuantian Sect are indeed infinitely useful." A Qi-refining cultivator couldn't help but say, "The Jindan immortal masters of other sects die, but our Jindan immortal masters can turn into a forest of flesh and blood after death. Some foundation-building cultivators may even be promoted to Jindan because of this. It's really amazing."

"As long as it's not us who die, our strength is constantly improving."

"That's right, so the cultivators of our Xuantian Sect are killing for the gods. The more we kill, the faster we grow. The more we die, the faster we grow."

The three Qi-refining cultivators have been a little intoxicated by the blood, and they speak proudly.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps attracted the attention of the cultivators, and the giant hand stained with blood destroyed the earth wall, revealing a trembling child underneath.

Seeing that it was a child, the cultivator snorted disdainfully.

Just as they were about to get rid of him, one of the cultivators suddenly stopped him and whispered, "This kid looks quite clean, so he should be taken care of by an adult. Why don't we pretend to be friendly, trick the other adult into where he is, and then secretly have a good meal?"

"Don't tell the foundation-building cultivators?"

"Why tell them? How much can we eat if they take a bite? And we won't go too far, just move around nearby."

"What if there is a master?"

"What are you afraid of? Mocheng is full of physical cultivators, and the strength of Qi and blood is the strength of strength. We just need to avoid those with abundant Qi and blood."

"Smart!"

With a sigh of admiration, the three changed their faces and looked at the child and said, "Don't be afraid, we are all good people in Xuantian Sect. Where are your parents? I will take you to see them."

The child was quieter, then pointed to a place and said, "I don't have parents, but my uncle is looking for something there. Are you willing to take me there?"

Looking at the place the child pointed to, they could feel that there was someone there.

Moreover, the opponent's Qi and blood were weak. He should be a low-ranking cultivator. Although he didn't have much Qi and blood in his body, he could still deal with it.

So, the three of them laughed even more brightly. One of them even held the child in his arms and whispered, "Let's go, I'll take you to see your uncle."

"Thank you, three big brothers." The child smiled innocently, causing a cultivator to drool.

When they walked not far away, the three saw that there was indeed a cultivator constantly picking something nearby.

Hearing the footsteps, the thin man raised his head, raised his hand and shouted after seeing the child, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm giving you a gift."

"A gift...Okay, thank you very much, I'll give you half later."

Before the three knew what the gift was, they watched the other's physique suddenly swell up.

In the blink of an eye, the thin man swelled up into a 10-foot-tall strong man. His terrifying body looked like a murderous weapon, but there was no blood on his body.

The opponent's body was made of pure magic power. The sensing ability that Xuantian Sect was proud of was completely useless in front of him, and he might even misjudge his strength.

The next moment, the opponent stepped over and almost instantly passed the three people.

With the sound of broken bones, the necks of the three people were twisted, and the monks who had no breath fell to the ground and turned into demons, rolling around.

Raising his hand to sweep away the blood, the big man picked up the magic tools and storage bags on the ground, picked up the child and retreated, and came to the outside of Anping Sect in a few steps.

Before him, several people had successfully ambushed the Xuantian Sect monks. At this time, they were happily bringing the spoils here, ready to let Elder Lin of Anping Sect take a look, maybe they could get some treasures.

After queuing up, the man saw that the area around Anping Sect was extremely safe.

Here, some elderly monks didn't care about the bloody jungle not far away, and still gathered together to chat and talk about endless family matters.

The nearby shops were still open, and the shop assistants were still serving customers. The residents nearby seemed to be unaware of the invasion of Xuantian Sect and were still living their own lives.

Seeing this scene, the strong man realized that something was wrong with this Mo City.

But anyway, he could get benefits, so it didn't matter if it was wrong.