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It seems that it is indeed a conscious body.

"Who are you, you evildoer? Tell me your name!" Zhan immediately scolded him.

It's just that the blood mist didn't seem to have any reaction. The only reaction was to tremble, as if it was very afraid of the golden light in Chen Muyu's palm.

"Although this thing is conscious, there is too little blood mist, and the conscious body has no intelligence, only a bloodthirsty instinct."

Chen Muyu said.

Zhan was embarrassed and said to himself, brother, if you didn't tell me earlier, you would have wasted my expression.

"laugh!"

"ah……"

There was a flash of golden light in the palm of his hand, and with a scream that penetrated his soul, the shadow instantly turned into nothingness.

Zhan's face was even more strange. Even if he had just helped Baozhu deal with the blood mist that entered his body, he could only force it out with tyrannical force, but he could not completely eliminate it like Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu turned around and looked outside, but his face was full of solemnity, "I'm afraid every strand of this blood mist has consciousness. If they condense together to form a stronger consciousness, I'm afraid..."

Hearing this, Zhan and Baozhu's expressions changed slightly.

Just now, Chen Muyu just grabbed a handful of blood mist and forced them to condense into a consciousness. Although the consciousness was very weak and only had some instincts, what if all the blood mist in the world condensed into a whole consciousness? How strong will this consciousness be?

They had never thought about this before. If the blood mist itself was a consciousness, or in other words, it was the body of a god and demon...

"No wonder."

At this time, Baozhu's pretty face turned pale, as if she had some realization, "No wonder senior brother and the others got the news that every time this blood mist appears, it will be more powerful than the last time. It is probably a powerful god and demon. It is in I suck the blood energy of the monks on this planet, so I become stronger every time..."

Zhan also became serious.

If this is the case, how powerful is this god and demon?

Dare to use such a grand way to absorb human blood energy, and still be able to avoid being noticed by these seventh-level monks. How powerful is the body of this blood mist?

Eighth level?

Or stronger?

Ninth level?

The feeling of fighting is a bit not good. An ordinary eighth level should not be able to do this. Even if it is an eighth level, it is definitely an extremely powerful eighth level.

If this is the case, Zhan will have to think about his future response.

With his current level, he might be able to get around when he meets someone in the middle of the eighth level, but if he goes up against a strong person in the late eighth level or at the peak, it's basically impossible to have any chance of winning.

"This kind of thing appears before the ruins are born. Could this thing come out of the ruins? If this is true, wouldn't this ruins be even more terrifying?"

Baozhu didn't know what he was thinking of, and the expression on his face became more solemn, even a little panicked, "Elder brother and the others heard the news that every time the blood mist appeared, many gods and demons would fall. They said that someone took advantage of the chaos. He was causing trouble, but now it seems that he was probably killed by the conscious body condensed by the blood mist..."

Chen Muyu was silent for a moment, "I have a suspicion, but this suspicion is a bit too scary to express."

"My dear brother, it's okay to say it." Zhan's calm voice seemed to be comforting Chen Muyu.

Baozhu no longer dares to look down on Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu took a deep breath and said, "Why do these ancient blood clan relics appear here?"

"Um?"

The two of them were a little confused when they heard Chen Muyu ask this.

Chen Muyu sorted out his thoughts, "What I mean is that the ancient blood clan is one of the top races in the Hongmeng era. The ruins of its sect are definitely the top opportunities in the world of gods and demons. However, have you noticed that Nine Why aren't the powerful people interested here?"

Hearing this, the two people frowned deeper, as if they had caught something, but they seemed to have caught nothing.

Chen Muyu continued, "Although the ninth-level experts are already considered to be the pinnacle experts in the world of gods and demons, there are also strengths and weaknesses at the ninth level.

Even if a ninth-level powerhouse is not interested, isn't everyone interested? There should be a high probability that the inferior ruins will have the opportunity to help them improve their strength, right? "

"However, the ninth-level powerhouses have reached a consensus. The reason is to let the eighth-level powerhouses fight. If they win, someone may be able to advance to the ninth level!"

"Furthermore, why have the existence of such ruins not been discovered a long time ago? In other words, it has been discovered a long time ago. Then why are there no strong people to excavate it? We have to wait until now to let so many seventh- and eighth-level strong people come together?"

"I've always felt that something was wrong. After coming here, I felt even more uneasy."

"Just now, I suddenly thought of a possibility."

Having said this, Chen Muyu suddenly looked at the two people in front of him, "Do you think this ruin doesn't exist at all?"

"does not exist?"

The two of them exclaimed at the same time.

Baozhu waved his hands again and again, feeling a bit ridiculous, "It's impossible, it's impossible not to exist. This is a major event that links the entire Central Star Territory. Everyone knows that if it doesn't exist, wouldn't it be that the ninth-level ancestors are teasing everyone? Son..."

"What if I'm just teasing everyone?"

Chen Muyu looked at her very seriously, not joking at all.

The expression on Baozhu's face froze.

Are you kidding everyone?

What's the meaning?

Those strong men, uu read a book

You have nothing to do after you eat, so you tricked everyone into coming here, tens of thousands of seventh-level gods and demons, just for fun?

wrong.

Baozhu suddenly thought of a question. Before the Star Sect, many forces had come to Yuntan Star. Many of them had been here for a long time, several months.

However, the ruins never appeared. Instead, I heard that the blood mist would appear once a day.

But now it is discovered that this blood mist is conscious, and if the blood mist on the entire Yun Tan Star belongs to the same consciousness, then the strength of this blood mist god and demon is really beyond imagination.

In other words, he is out hunting every day, and the targets he hunts are these seventh-level gods and demons on Yuntan Star.

According to Chen Muyu, could such a scene be intentional by those ninth-level powerhouses?

Are these gods and demons deliberately allowed to come here to feed the blood mist?

Thinking of this, Baozhu felt shuddering.

No chance here? Is there just death?

His face became even paler.

"No, it's impossible? If so, what is their purpose?"

Baozhu denied it repeatedly and did not dare to think about this conspiracy theory.

If this is true, it means that all the gods and demons who come here will only end up being swallowed by the blood mist.

Zhan Mingming also guessed what Chen Muyu wanted to say, and his expression was heavier than ever before.

"The purpose may be to help this blood mist grow and use the huge blood energy to help it reach a higher level. Of course, it may also be that the increased strength of the blood mist can bring them some substantial benefits. "Chen Muyu said.

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