"From the faint coercion emanating from it, it can be inferred that the strength of this demon should be quite high. You must be careful when taking action later." Yinyue reminded.
"After all, it's just an eighth-level monster. No matter how strong it is, it has its limits. What I care about is the character of the other party. Being cruel and violent is better. If you are timid and fearful, it will be troublesome." Naturally, Mo Juren will not have any worries. He is already strong.
It's enough. It has been fused with four kinds of seventh-level demon blood before, and its strength has been greatly improved. Not to mention other things, the strength of the physical body alone is enough to crush this so-called eighth-level demonic beast.
"I forgot, you are basically a monster, more like a monster than a monster." Yinyue reacted, paused, and suddenly asked.
"One thing I have always been curious about is that you can actually fuse the blood of the demon clan to improve your own strength. How do you do it?"
As soon as these words came out, Mo Juren was stunned for a moment.
As his weapon spirit, there are some things that cannot be hidden after all, such as the last process of refining and fusing four kinds of seventh-level demon blood.
The auxiliary device and bloodline conversion furnace are naturally invisible to the other party, but this does not prevent them from making inferences based on the known information.
Although the other party had doubts at that time and did not inquire about anything, he thought he would just hold back and not ask, but unexpectedly he still mentioned the matter.
"How are you sure that I am fusing the blood of the demon clan?" Mo Juren asked with a smile.
"I'm not stupid, can't you tell?" Yinyue snorted coldly and continued,
"I'm just curious. The demon blood has always been violent, which is far beyond what human monks can bear. If it is forcibly fused, it will inevitably suffer backlash. Being demonized is still a minor matter, and your life will be in danger if you are not careful.
You are different. Not only are you fused, but you also have four attributes together. Although you still went through a process that was worse than life and death, you still survived without any side effects. How did you do it?"
"Didn't you tell me that my physical body is strong and more like a demon than a demon, so it's okay to fuse some demon blood."
"What a liar!" Yinyue was speechless. What does this have to do with the tyranny of the physical body? If it is true that a powerful physical body can fuse demon blood at will, then wouldn't all demon clans with strong innate demonic bodies be able to do so based on blood?
Soaring into the sky?
"Forget it if you don't want to say it, why bother fooling me."
"I'm not fooling you, it's just that this matter involves some of my secrets. Are you sure you want to know?" Mo Juren put away his smile, and his expression instantly became solemn.
"Uh..." Seeing this, Yin Yue hesitated for no reason and immediately retreated. Although she is a weapon spirit, it is not forever. She will be free when she ascends to the spirit world.
If you now know some important secrets about the other party, how can you leave? It would be better if you don't kill the demon and silence him. Even though this guy is usually easy to get along with with a smile, he is definitely not a good person. If he really faces such a situation then,
Under such circumstances, there is a high probability that he will not be merciful.
"Well, I'm just asking casually, I'm not very curious."
"Really?" Mo Juren showed a somewhat scary smile again and said with pity on his face,
"Based on our relationship, I originally planned to tell you, but it seems that Mo has overthought it."
"Yes, you are just overthinking. I have no interest in the secret of this monster like you, so please don't tell me." Yinyue emphasized again, with a firm tone.
Time passed slowly as the two chatted and laughed, until nearly half a day passed before Han Li finally sent back the news that all three formations had been arranged.
"Very good!" Putting away the token in his hand, Mo Juren no longer hesitated and fled directly to the ground at high speed. In an instant, he had rushed out of the ground and hovered over the island.
Looking around, he saw that everything was surrounded by towering giant peaks, and dense red jade vines crawled everywhere, completely covering all the ground and most of the mountain.
In a valley somewhere, there is the mysterious lake that was sensed just now. It is oval in shape, with a longest diameter of more than a hundred miles. The lake is green and deep, like a monster's huge mouth, waiting for prey to arrive.
Mo Juren directly released his aura, showing the cultivation level of an ordinary late-stage pill-forming monk, and blatantly approached the lake, and soon reached the sky.
With such an unabashed behavior, naturally nothing can be hidden.
At this time, deep in the lake bottom, a huge figure suddenly trembled slightly, and then opened its huge eyes with a diameter of one foot. The black and white eyeballs glanced towards the surface of the lake, and seemed to understand something while turning at a rapid speed.
, a hint of surprise and greed suddenly flashed in his eyes.
The rich red light suddenly lit up, and the huge figure disappeared. The next moment, a middle-aged man with red hair, wearing a bright red brocade robe, and a slightly elegant appearance emerged.
He glanced above again, then his whole body flashed with light, and he rushed out like a sharp arrow.
"Coming!" In mid-air, Mo Juren's eyes flashed slightly as he felt something, and he murmured. Before he could finish his words, a red figure burst out of the lake like lightning and hovered not far ahead.
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"You..." As if he was 'scared' by this sudden change, Mo Juren's face suddenly changed, he looked forward with a horrified look, and he stammered,
"Wan... I entered this place unintentionally. I never... meant to disturb you. I hope you will forgive me..."
"Since we are here by fate, how can we call it an interruption?" The red-haired man smiled cruelly, but his greedy eyes looked back and forth on the other person, as if he had seen a peerless delicacy.
"Then... then I will say goodbye first..." After hearing the other party's answer, Mo Juren bowed in a panic as if he was being pardoned, and then took up the light to leave.
Unexpectedly, before he could fly too far, a ray of red light had already arrived behind him and blocked his way. The red-haired man was too lazy to cover up, and said with a ferocious face:
"Is it really a fool's errand to think of escaping after arriving at my territory? Human boy, I advise you to surrender obediently. Becoming my food is a good place to belong."
As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body lit up with red light again, and he rushed forward.
At this time, he was extremely excited. He had been in seclusion for so many years and had not eaten human monks for a long time. The delicious food made him miss it very much.
I really didn’t expect that delicious food would be delivered to my mouth. This is simply a great thing.
With his early stage of transformation, it is not too easy to catch a human alchemy monk, and that is in the later stage of alchemy, which is an absolute tonic.
However, what he never expected was that although the opponent was extremely frightened, his escape speed was not bad at all, and he easily dodged his first attack.
"Interesting!" He stopped and looked at the human monk who had escaped more than ten feet away. The red-haired man couldn't help but be a little surprised. However, he was not too worried.
The light escapes again, its speed more than doubled than before, and it pounces on the opponent again with lightning speed.
This time he is full of confidence and can definitely catch it.
Unfortunately, the outcome of the matter was once again beyond his expectation. The opponent's speed also doubled, and he escaped his attack again.
Not only that, the opponent actually threw an object like lightning while dodging.
He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he never thought that the thing would suddenly burst open, and a large amount of weird black-red mist filled the air, and he was caught off guard and instantly enveloped in it.
"You actually use poison, you despicable human being!" A burst of severe itching suddenly appeared on the body surface, and the red-haired man still didn't understand what was going on. Moreover, this poisonous gas was not simple, and even his powerful monster body was not immune to it.<
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What's even more hateful is that the poisonous mist still contained a strong fishy smell. He only took a breath and felt that his body was turbulent and he felt like vomiting.
It was obviously impossible for this poisonous mist to really hurt him, but it really disgusted him, as if he had been insulted, and an unprecedented anger suddenly burst out in his heart.
"Human boy, you are looking for death!" With a loud shout, the red-haired man launched another attack. He did not pursue as before, but waved his arms directly. In an instant, strange chains suddenly sprang out from the lake below. They were actually lake water.
It is formed by condensation, winding towards the opponent like a spiritual snake.
This time, Mo Juren did not intend to delay any longer. He immediately summoned his natal flying sword, and then avoided the attack of the chain at lightning speed, and then flew directly through the air.
"I want to run away, I'm dreaming!" Seeing the other person's thoughts, the red-haired man snorted coldly, and all the chains directly merged and condensed, turning into a huge water dragon, supporting his body and chasing after him at high speed.
The speed of the water dragon was not slow at all, and it soon left the island and entered the vast sea.
At this time, at the top of the faucet, the red-haired man stood proudly, waving his arms rapidly again, and saw the sea hundreds of feet in front of him beginning to churn, and the same giant water dragons emerged at the same time, blocking the front.
Such a method also surprised Mo Juren. This control of the water-based energy of the world is simply superb. There is no need to doubt it anymore. It is definitely a water-based monster.
Moreover, the other party is obviously not the kind of thoughtful being, but has a fiery and impulsive personality. This is simply perfect and saves him a lot of trouble.
Facing the ferocious giant dragons in front of him, he did not panic at all, nor did he have the slightest intention to avoid them. Instead, he stepped on the flying sword and walked directly through them.
He could feel the powerful power contained in the giant water dragon, and even all the giant dragons swarmed up, trying to trap him.
Unfortunately, Mo Juren is not an ordinary monk. To him, that little power is about the same as scratching an itch, without the slightest threat.
The whole body passed through the giant dragon's body one after another like sharp arrows. The extreme cold air escaping from the Xuanjing Flying Sword instantly froze it into ice sculptures. After Mo Juren broke through the blockade, it directly shattered.
Come.
Such a result surprised the red-haired man who was chasing closely behind him. He still underestimated this human monk. However, considering that his realm had reached the late stage of pill formation, some of his methods were normal.
Especially the flying sword at the opponent's feet is not simple at first glance. The main body seems to be the legendary ten thousand year jade.
This top-notch material is also a rare treasure for him as a water attribute monster. Some of the powerful secret techniques in the inheritance use this material.
This was simply more happiness than happiness. He didn't expect to get an unexpected harvest, and it also strengthened his idea of hunting the other party. As long as he killed the other party, everything would be his, especially when this human monk actually used ten thousand years of black jade to refine it.
The magic weapon shows how rich it is.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. He no longer held back, and directly increased his escape speed to the extreme. At the same time, his hands suddenly began to play strange magic formulas, and he muttered words in his mouth, and ancient syllables sounded one after another.
The sound was very mysterious. Even though the syllables were as low as a whisper, it was extremely penetrating. It seemed to permeate the entire world in an instant, and naturally reached the ears of Mo Juren, who was flying ahead at high speed.
He couldn't help but feel something in his heart. It seemed that the other party was going to use a bigger move. He didn't know what kind of magic it would be?
Speaking of which, although he knew that the other party was an eighth-level monster, he didn't know its true identity. As a result, he couldn't predict what the other party's methods would be, so he could only adapt to the situation and use it as he saw it.
I'm not worried. Even the flying sword is deliberately slowed down, for fear that the other party will lose track.
The red-haired man naturally didn't know this. He was continuing to cast spells at this time. As he continued to chant the spells, the sea surface several miles ahead began to change one after another. In an instant, a huge wave of thousands of feet surged, completely blocking the way. Not only that, there was even more brilliance flashing in the huge waves that covered the sky and the sun, and water swords condensed out, sweeping towards Mo Juren like a violent storm.
The momentum of this attack was huge, and the overwhelming flying swords were equally powerful. Mo Juren had already felt it before he even got close.
I have to admit that the strength of the opponent is really not simple. Such a large-scale attack will definitely be difficult for ordinary monks in the late stage of pill formation to resist. It is estimated that they will not be able to hold on for long before they will be hated.
Mo Juren didn't care. The attack couldn't hurt him at all, at least not in a short period of time. Facing the endless sword rain slanting towards him, he directly unfolded his protective divine light symbolically and withstood the violent attack.
After breaking through the blockade, he quickly dived into the huge waves.
"Water Escape!" The moment the other party rushed into the huge wave, the red-haired man reacted immediately and couldn't help being shocked.
The water escape technique is obviously of a high level, at least above the intermediate level, but the opponent is so skillful when performing it, as if it is an innate talent, without any sluggishness.
This is unbelievable. For the monster clan, the various innate magic skills inherited in the blood are naturally at their fingertips and can be used like instinct.
But the human race is different. Even those low-level spells require a process of casting. The higher the level, the longer the process takes. This is obviously no exception for the water escape technique above the intermediate level.
It's a pity that he can't think too much at this time. Since he knows the art of water escape, this huge wave of thousands of feet is useless and cannot stop the opponent's footsteps.
As soon as the curse in his mouth stopped, the huge waves fell back instantly, and the figure in front of him emerged again.
Seeing this, the red-haired man suddenly let out a strange roar while chasing after him at top speed.
The strange thing is that the sound is vague, as if it has lost its voice, but it shoots forward with terrifying energy. (End of Chapter)