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In a hidden cave hundreds of kilometers away from Qinglu Mountain, dozens of high-level monks gathered in the cave.

The three of Fang Mu sat together, pointing to a topographic map and saying something, Wang Qingshan and others were not far away.

"The monsters have set up a lot of restrictions around Qinglu Mountain. It is impossible not to be discovered by the monsters. They can use the monsters to warn them. I suggest that we attack in three ways. The low-level monsters on the outside can't stop us. Our mission is to destroy this stronghold, in simple terms, it is to kill anything, and burn what you can't take away. There are many wounded monsters in Qinglu Mountain, and they just took and fed my little baby."

Fang Mu pointed at Qinglu Mountain and said slowly.

When he talked about the little baby, the coffin behind him shook, and the little zombie inside seemed to rush out to eat.

"Attack in three ways? This can really distract the demon clan's attention. If the demon clan concentrates firepower to attack all the way, it will be troublesome."

Taoist Ziyang said with a frown.

"I just happen to be missing a demon soul from the Nascent Soul period to refine a treasure, I will kill one if I come, and two will kill a pair. The main task of the demon clan is to protect those materials, and they will not concentrate their firepower to attack all the way. If you are afraid, the two of you will go all the way, and I will go all the way."

Fang Mu's tone was indifferent, and in his words, he was full of confidence in himself.

He has many corpses at the stage of forming an elixir, and with the help of corpse refining to set up a formation, there is no problem with one pair or two. Even if he loses, he can still retreat.

If a corpse wants to advance, either practice honestly in a place with heavy yin, or **** a lot of blood from high-level monks or monsters. The latter is the easiest, roughest, and shortest time-consuming advance method.

If you cultivate all the corpses in your hands to Mao Zong, Mao Zong is equivalent to an immortal cultivator in the Nascent Soul. The world is so big that Fang Mu dares to go anywhere.

This war was a great opportunity for his corpse refinement to advance to Mao Zong.

If there is no division of troops, it will be difficult for Fang Mu to let go of his hands and feet.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar made a round of rounds and said with a smile: "Fang Daoyou is right, the main task of the demon clan is to protect those materials, so let's go! , the other two will support as soon as possible, of course, the focus is on those materials, we mainly **** or destroy those materials, not kill people."

"I'm not very interested in materials. I want the corpse of the transformed eagle monster guarding Qinglu Mountain. I happen to be missing a thunder-type corpse."

Fang Mu said at the end, his eyes became hot.

Fang Mu would not be interested in going to the rear to attack the stronghold of the demon clan if he hadn't learned that one of the Nascent Soul demon clan guarding Qinglu Mountain was a thunder-type eagle demon.

Daoist Ziyang and the middle-aged scholar looked at each other and smiled. They had all heard that Fang Mu was obsessed with corpses.

"We will try our best to cooperate with you. Whether or not you can kill the eagle demon in the Nascent Soul period is up to you."

The middle-aged scholar divided Wang Qingshan and others into three teams. Wang Qingshan and Liu Meier followed Fang Mu, and Wu Yuner followed Ziyang Taoist.

Late at night.

Except for the bright lights of Qinglu Mountain, the area of ​​100,000 miles is shrouded in a hazy night, and you can't see your fingers.

On the vast plain, deserted and uninhabited, thousands of blue demon wolves were lying on the ground, drowsy. Three men and two women sat cross-legged in an open space with their eyes closed. They were all half demons, responsible for guarding the periphery. Monster insects, monster birds in the sky, monster beasts on the ground, and many restrictions, it is almost impossible for immortal cultivators to sneak in.

A gust of gloomy wind blew past, and the five half-demon suddenly opened their eyes and looked at each other.

"What's wrong? Is there anything unusual?"

A man in a blue shirt wondered, his eyes looked around, but he didn't find anything unusual.

"Check if the ban is abnormal."

A small dirt bag suddenly bulged on the ground, and a huge yellow earthworm drilled out from the ground.

"Earth earth beast! How did it get out of the ground, isn't it guarding the ground?"

The yellow earthworm opened its **** mouth, and a black light flew out from it, instantly appearing above their heads, turning into a thick black light curtain with a hideous green grimace on the surface of the light curtain.

The black light curtain covered them all at once, and the light flowed uncertainly.

"Not good, enemy attack, enemy attack, hurry up..."

Before the man in the blue shirt could finish his words, two palms covered with black fluff emerged from the ground and grabbed his feet like lightning.

In the beginning, there were two black palms, and soon more than a dozen black ghost claws appeared. More than a dozen corpses in the elixir formation stage emerged from the ground and rushed towards the five men in blue shirts.

Several screams sounded. In the narrow space, they were not opponents for corpse refining at the stage of elixir formation. A dozen or so fangs of corpse refining in the stage of elixir bit their skin and drained their blood essence. The screams from the half-demon who were at the stage of forming the core were not able to transmit the black light curtain at all.

In the distance, Fang Mu nodded with satisfaction, opened his mouth and spewed out a glittering command flag, the sound of ghost crying and wolf howling was loud, and a grimace could be seen on the flag.

The black light made the flag soar, and the size of the body soared. With a slight shake, a large piece of pungent black mist rushed out and swept away towards the low-level monsters in front.

An astonishing scene appeared. The low-level monsters touched the black mist and turned into a pool of blood, leaving no bones.

When Wang Qingshan saw this scene, he was secretly surprised. He was indeed a cultivator of Nascent Soul, and the magic weapon of his life was so powerful.

Boom!

A deafening roar sounded, and a huge cloud of red mushrooms lit up in the distant sky, as if setting off fireworks.

Fang Mu frowned, and quickly ordered: "Song Daoyou and the others are exposed, don't hide it, do it, I have only one order, those who are not my race will have different hearts, kill without mercy."

He shook the black command flag in his hand fiercely~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The sky suddenly darkened, the gloomy wind burst, the sound of ghosts and wolves was loud, and there was a huge roar from the ground, all of them were entangled in black gas. The bone corpse drilled out from the ground and rushed towards the nearby low-level monster.

Wang Qingshan and others agreed to kill the low-level monsters.

The low-level monsters were alerted at the outermost periphery. Wang Qingshan sacrificed nine cyan flying swords, and the sword lights interlaced, releasing a large piece of cyan sword energy.

Liu Mei'er's palm shook, and a black light shot out. It was a black spiritual flower that was several meters in size. The buds were closed, revealing a beautiful woman's face on the surface.

The buds of the black spirit flower suddenly opened, revealing a ferocious mouth of blood, and a large piece of blood could be seen between the row of sharp teeth.

The flower demon beauty flower is a match for Wang Changsheng's wood demon.

The beauty flower took root on the ground, opened her **** mouth, and sprayed out a large piece of black filaments, piercing the bodies of some low-level monsters, and pulling them into her mouth.

The flower path of the beauty flower wriggled for a while, as if eating.