Fix your sister's fairy

The scorching sun sets down the western mountains, the temperature difference in the wilderness is terrible, the sun is still hot during the day, and when the night wind blows down the distant hillside, with a chill that penetrates into the bones, it makes people shiver. Fortunately, the people in the convoy are all monks, and when they reach the fourth layer of the Mortal Period, each monk can wrap a thin layer of mana around their bodies for a long time, so that they can resist both the cold and the scorching sun.

In this case, the journey should not be delayed in the slightest, but the owner of the carriage still chose to stay here and rectify the night, on the one hand, because he hoped that the monk would be in full condition to face the enemy, and on the other hand, the owner of the carriage and the long-bearded old man were only mortals, and the turbulence of the day and night was really unbearable.

The monks who had time to rest were naturally rejoicing, and they set up open hoods in groups to light bonfires to illuminate a large part of the wilderness, and a few monks set up detection circles around the camp, and if someone crossed over, the alarm would be triggered.

Mo Yi and the others also lit a bonfire and sat together, a few people did not discuss or do their own things, but did their own things, Huang Fat Man was constantly tinkering with some strange things, Mo Luoxue closed his eyes and practiced The aura around him surged, and Fang Xia was 000 sitting quietly in front of the bonfire wiping the blue long knife.

Mo Yi, on the one hand, was "reading" on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was paying attention to the movement of the carriage, there were five monks in the vast period in the procession, and now three were sitting around the carriage and waiting.

There is no need to worry about the comfort of the people in the carriage, there are also people guarding around the camp where they are stationed, even if there are invading monks, they can find out at the first time, Mo Yi is now idle and really began to study the "Blood Shadow Demon Skill" that his cheap master Cheng Jingyu threw to him.

The worn-out book in Mo Yi's hand at this time was the book that Cheng Jingyu threw to him along with the black wooden stick on the top of the Boundary Mountain. After Mo Yi returned to the Lost Forest, it took a long time to recognize the words on the cover, and at that time, the four words of the Blood Shadow Demon Skill were so shocked that he almost threw the book out.

Then the first page of the exercise is the self-description of the Blood Demon Venerable, saying that he is super talented and has no spicy chicken exercises that can be matched, so he was bored and created this magic skill that needs to be cultivated with gluttonous spiritual roots.

When Mo Yi watched the Blood (BJFD) Shadow Demon Skill, he had to praise the Blood Demon Venerable for being a genius, no, it should be a demon, and the exercises pointed out the acupuncture points in the monk's whole body that were most easily connected to the sea of qi, and then wrote a tutorial on how to guide the desire of the gluttonous spiritual root and connect to the other party's sea of qi. As long as the gluttonous spiritual root and the qi sea are connected to ensure that the enemy is finished, the gluttonous spiritual root will drill a hole in the opponent's qi sea, just like a dam flooding, swallow all the cultivation that the opponent has painstakingly cultivated from the source, and if the cultivation is swallowed clean, he will swallow the flesh and flesh essence qi until the opponent is sucked dry.

"Isn't this cannibalism? Mo Yi muttered, but he didn't have the slightest disgust or disgust, he turned the page very calmly and continued to watch the bonfire, and from time to time he admired and sighed at the imagination and talent of the Blood Demon Venerable.

"What are you looking at?" the fat man poked his head over and glanced at the book in Mo Yi's hand.

"The Great Law of Absorbing Stars. Mo Yi said indifferently, he was afraid that the fat man would see what the doorway, the handwriting on this book was scribbled like a ghost drawing, and it took him a lot of time to decipher a fat man unless he was born with a good eye, otherwise he couldn't read even a word on this book.

"Dalu goods!, where is the magic weapon in the exercises!" the fat man said as he snorted and hugged a large number of things in his arms again.

"There must be a lot of people who have been accepted as disciples by Duobao Daoists. Mo Yi put down the book and looked at the fat man Huang and said ill-intentionedly.

", don't covet the fat man, I don't have anything, the magic weapon is about catties! No! The fat man still has hundreds of catties of meat. Huang Fatzi immediately stayed away from Mo Yi for fear of being pitted.

"Being, being accepted as a disciple by Duobao Dao, how can you say that you should also ......" When Mo Yigang wanted to say something, an accident happened.

"Someone poisoned!" Suddenly, someone roared angrily, startling the entire camp.

Mo Yi immediately looked over, and beside a large iron pot near the carriage, dozens of monks fell to the ground with their abdomen covered and rolled on the ground, covered with abnormal purple spots, and their skin quickly festered and emitted a foul smell.

"It was the food cooked by the owner of the horse, and a lot of elixirs were added to nourish the body, and some greedy monks used to ask for some to eat, but now there is a big problem, it seems that someone has quietly poisoned it, and I don't know if the employer in the carriage has been recruited. Countless people gathered around the big iron cauldron and whispered, Mo Yi and a few others also leaned over, Mo Luoxue looked at the monk lying on the ground and frowned.

"What do you see?" Mo Yi asked in a low voice.

"It's the blue grass root, the blue grass is non-toxic, but the grass root is highly poisonous, and if you take it, you will quickly festering and poisoning like this and die. Mo Luoxue said softly, "Normally, Blue Grass is only cultivated privately in some medicine gardens, but now it has appeared here, I'm afraid there are ghosts." "

"There are inner demons among us!" said a monk as he swept around him.

"Look at how the carriage employer comforts. Someone else said.

Everyone looked at the carriage, and the food in the big iron pot was estimated to be eaten by the owner of the carriage, you must know that mortals are not as good as monks, and they have been poisoned by the blue grass, and the monks can still struggle for a while, maybe they are not weak and can force out the poison, but mortals are afraid that they will die directly if they are poisoned.

At this time, the curtain of the carriage suddenly moved slightly, and a bowl of hot medicinal soup was thrown out, and the white jade bowl fell on the ground and smashed on the stones, and all the medicinal soup was spilled on the ground.

The long-bearded old man walked out of the carriage, and the old man slowly glanced at everyone and said, "Fortunately, the young lady lost her appetite and didn't eat today, otherwise she would have fallen into some traitor's scheme." "

All the monks sighed but did not relax at all, it was too difficult to find out who poisoned it now, there were dozens of people who were close to the big iron cauldron before, not to mention that the blue grass grass roots were small, and no one would find out if they were thrown into the pot in the middle of the night.

"Tonight, I hope that the vigilance will be strengthened and there will be no more accidents. The bearded old man glanced coldly at the monks and entered the carriage.

"......" Mo Yi pinched his chin and looked at the carriage, lost in thought. _

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