Fix your sister's fairy

"Hahaha, you guy! No wonder! No wonder!" The Blood Sword laughed wildly at the moment when Mo Yi rose into the sky, "Long time no see! Long time no see! Long time no see!"

I haven't seen you for a long time, the last person who said this was the Tiangu Sect Master, and now it has become a bloody sword, both of them have experienced tens of thousands of years of ups and downs, the things they have known, and the things they have seen are too much, and Mo Yi's gluttonous spiritual root is the thing that can best cause them to sigh "Long time no see".

Indeed, I haven't seen you for a long time, recalling the blood demon venerable in the past, in order to prove the way of his body, he was not afraid of those "gentlemen" and "righteous paths" in the immortal world, and he killed the Dingmo Mountain alone for Hongyan, broke the immortal arm with one sword, and slashed the floating slaughter with three swords.

In the end, he died in Hongyan's arms, and he couldn't tell whether he was satisfied or regretful.

Today, another gluttonous spiritual root has come to the world, just like the Blood Demon Venerable from tens of millions of years ago, true temperament, true man, but he is always bound by the red face.

Really...... Long time no see.

Mo Yi rose to the sky, since the moment he dispelled the Sanqing Xuanhua Gong and re-operated the Blood Shadow Demon Skill, he had already jumped down the canyon on the immortal road, destined to be despised and spurned by tens of thousands of people, and walked alone in darkness on the whole road.

The bloody sword and blood light rose into the sky! The blood-colored clouds in the sky were violently swept away! Mo Yi's long black hair was dyed scarlet, a point redder than blood. This time, Mo Yi rushed into the crowd, and this time he no longer had a hard time pushing forward, and he began to kill.

All the way from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, how many times did Mo Yi swing his sword, how many people he beheaded, no number of people clear, and no one wanted to count, is this murder?

No, this is not murder, Mo Yi is now, it is called murder!

Mo Yi plunged into the crowd, he lifted the knife and rotated and cut it, the entire body of the bloody sword broke through the person's shoulder and straight into the chest cavity without any dragging, and in an instant, the person's flesh and blood instantly dried up and turned into a dark red shimmer, and the bloody sword poured into Mo Yi's body.

Mo also closed his eyes and opened his eyes, like a new life.

Mo Yi began to go crazy, the frequency of his swinging sword increased, the sword shadow of the blood sword became a dark red light and shadow, killing one person with one sword, Mo Yi's momentum flourished at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the monks of the entire mountain were his nourishment.

From now on, he's not running away, he's ...... Homicide!

Why is the gluttonous spiritual root called the forbidden spiritual root, because the person who has the gluttonous spiritual root is invisibly shackled, is Mo Yi's cultivation method really a step-by-step absorption of spiritual stones, heavenly materials and earth treasures to increase cultivation?

Amusing.

Even if Mo doesn't admit it, Venerable Qingxuan doesn't admit it, and the entire immortal cultivation world doesn't admit it, but facts speak louder than words.

A large number of monks began to fall, Mo Yi wolf rushed into the flock, at this moment it was not the monks who hunted him, but he began to hunt the monks, here is an encirclement and suppression, this is simply a feast!

The dead monks' qi dried up, and every bit of spiritual energy in their flesh was sucked clean, and Mo Yi threw away his shackles and let go of his minions.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, you should be a monster of blood! You want to be a hunted waste!" the bloody sword laughed maniacally, and instead of absorbing the monks, he transferred it to Mo Yi. Mo Yi's sea of qi that was close to depletion continued to pour into the nascent mana, and every drop of mana was extremely pure, and some of it was accumulated from human lives.

"Run...... Run!" someone was scared, he watched Mo Yi's ravage in horror, and a large number of human lives were harvested between the swings of the dark red blood sword, and not a drop of blood was wasted and absorbed into Mo Yi's body. The Blood Sword is right, this is not an encirclement and suppression, this seems to be a feast deliberately prepared for Mo Yi.

Mo Yi began to enjoy it, he didn't shout and cheer excitedly, but tried his best to restrain himself from showing a bad expression of intoxication, but the corners of his mouth still rose invisibly.

The smile bloomed between the loss of life, and Mo was reborn in the killing.

At this moment, above the sky.

"No, come back, Frost, come back!" Wan Mei Zhennu showed a frightened expression for the first time, and the fear she showed at this time made the seeers pity her.

The frost in the mouth of Wan Mei Zhennu is the unparalleled true woman who has collected the Yin Yuan of Yin with the power of the whole sect and cultivated it as a whole! The day Frost Er was born was cold and frozen, and the flowers were discolored, and since that day she was given the fate of the troubled times, her Ten Thousand Demon Yan Body has been cultivated to the vast period, and once it breaks through the period of returning to the ruins, it is the time when the men of the world bow down and claim the king.

But Mo Yi did not pity this woman who was destined to be in troubled times, the frost in the mouth of Wan Mei Zhennu showed an almost perfect heavenly demon dance in front of him, and in an instant, Mo Yi's eyes appeared in front of the world's most beautiful dance, every touch of white and pure was tempting him, red face and troubled water, the moment Mo Yi was lost was the moment of death.

But Mo Yi didn't, illusion was probably the least effective spell for him, Mo Yi jumped up and drew his sword and slashed, and the blood sword cut off the head of the frost in the mouth of the ten thousand beautiful real women without the slightest mercy.

"No!!" Wan Mei Zhennu was furious, her long sleeves rippled and exploded violently, and the clouds in the sky were shattered, but she still didn't dare to move Mo Yi, the culprit on the mountain...... Even once.

The Immortal League has an order, and those who shoot at the new generation of immortal seedlings will die.

Mo Yi slashed the frost, and the tens of millions of yin yuan that had precipitated in the frost'er's body in an instant were forcibly pulled out by the blood sword, accompanied by a large stream of rich blood qi that submerged in, and a cold blue light 000 halo also entered Mo Yi's body.

In an instant, Mo Yi's skin became delicate at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the corners of his eyebrows and eyes suddenly had a trace of weird charm, adding a touch of alluring to his originally handsome appearance. If it weren't for the heavy blood on Mo Yi's body now, I'm afraid that any woman would lose her mind for a moment when she saw his appearance.

Not only his appearance, but Mo also noticed that his sea of qi suddenly expanded, and the cold Nine-Layer Great Perfection of the Mortal Period! The cultivation of the Nine-Layer Great Perfection of the Immortal Period exploded, and the whole circle of monks was shocked and vomited blood, but the blood could not stop turning into blood and qi and became Mo Yi's nutrients.

"Gluttonous Spiritual Root...... This son is a gluttonous spiritual root!" As Mo Yi happily absorbed the pearl of Wan Mei Zhennu's palm, the truth of his spiritual root physique was instantly exposed among the major cultivators.

Some voices were hoarse, some people showed fear, and Mo Yi was like the person who came back tens of thousands of years ago, arousing the fear in the hearts of the overhaulers who had witnessed that era.

Mo Yi finally laughed out loud, rampant, fearless, and happy.

The bloody sword matched Mo Yi's madness, a sword danced, and the blood-colored giant wheel swept away at great speed, and the bones of the whole mountain were decayed, and the monks of the entire mountain trembled, they panicked and avoided it, and regarded Mo Yi as death and fear.

Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go. _

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