The demon cultivator beside him stopped, released his consciousness, and observed his surroundings vigilantly.
The three demon cultivators defended in a triangle shape, implying the formation principle.
The small formation of the Three Talents of Heaven and Earth is most suitable for this kind of small-scale battle, and the three of them also coordinate well with each other.
“It’s so quiet.”
The black-faced demon cultivator stood there, his magic power turning into tiny tentacles reaching out in all directions.
There are no imps, no spirits with improved wisdom, not even the sound of wind or breath.
It was quiet as if they were in a closed space.
But it shouldn't be like this here. The upper wind outlet should bring the wind, not this faint evil spirit.
The black-faced demon cultivator formed a seal with his hands, and there were ghosts behind him, and hundreds of ghosts gathered at once.
The remaining two demon cultivators were not surprised.
This is the ghost cultivator's method of trapping the souls of other living beings killed and turning them into ghost minions.
After releasing the ghost into the hole, the black-faced demon cultivator closed his eyes and took over the ghost's perception.
Several hours passed, and hundreds of ghosts had completely penetrated into the hole.
The black-faced demon cultivator in the Rakshasa Abyss suddenly opened his eyes, with uncontrollable horror in his eyes: "Found it!"
"Really found it?"
"Quick, lower the command flag."
The demon cultivator beside him directly crushed the small order in his hand that he had received from Mo Shisan.
The light flashed and suddenly disappeared into the distant sky.
The black-faced demon cultivator raised his arm, the technique emerged, and an arc-shaped light shield appeared in front of him, blocking the incoming spindle-shaped flying sword.
"you……"
Before he could finish his words, two figures walked out of the shadows.
The body was blue-grey, the pupils and whites of the eyes were so dark that it was hard to distinguish, the breath was cold and dark, and there was no life at all.
Regret flashed in the black-faced demon cultivator's eyes: "It's really sad to have someone control your body after you die."
The two figures did not stop at all because of the black-faced demon cultivator's words, but in an instant, their bodies appeared in front of the black-faced demon cultivator.
"roar."
The black-faced demon cultivator roared angrily while his eyes were completely immersed in gold, and his body and robe exploded, turning into half man and half tiger.
The huge tiger claws slapped the blue-gray demon corpse hard on the chest.
Bang.
The strong wind that penetrated the body re-condensed into palm power and struck the cliff.
Half of his face turned into the appearance of a black tiger, and his body swelled at least three or four times. His knotted muscles slowly surged, and his muscles and flesh emitted a faint white steam under the influence of mana.
"kill!"
Tiger Palm grabbed the demon corpse in front of him, and then slapped the demon corpse on the forehead.
In just one move, the demon corpse was nailed to the ground like nails.
The black-faced tiger demon crushed the demon corpse's head with one claw.
Among the demon guards, he and Si She are the strongest.
The power of the peak of foundation building is simply not something that these demonic corpses can contend with.
"Hey."
The other demon corpse tore open the black tiger demon's mana imprisonment with one claw, unfolded its demon body and transformed into a giant eagle and flew into the sky.
The demon cultivator beside him took out a long bow from the holding talisman, bent the bow and set an arrow, and condensed his magic power into a point.
Fire hard.
The annular aperture spreads and shatters the dust.
The bronze arrows were divided into ten to block the way of the giant eagle. Before the giant eagle could lift itself up, the bronze arrows had already flown and pierced his body.
The giant eagle fell from the sky like a kite with its string broken.
"Brother Hu, these are monks in the foundation-building realm."
The thin monk beside him slung his long bow across his back and stepped forward to check on the demon corpse.
The black tiger demon restrained his body, put on a layer of Taoist robes again, and frowned: "Because I am a corpse refiner, I was forcibly promoted to a small realm. I don't understand the operation of mana, and I don't know how to seal spells.
Sandbags.”
The last person in the trio nodded and said, "It seems that we have found the right place."
"All my ghosts have been affected and dissipated. The thing deep here has already been prepared."
They waited for half an hour, and Mo Shisan had already arrived with someone.
The fifteen demon cultivators are all above the foundation building realm.
The original Twelve Demons were themselves strong men in the foundation-building realm carefully selected by Mo Palace, and could protect Mo Shisan's safety.
Coupled with the trump card in his hand, Mo Shisan felt that he could fight even against the Jindan monk who was not seriously injured.
"Young Master." Seeing Mo Shisan arrive, the three demons hurriedly saluted.
Mo Shisan said happily: "Found it?"
"If the prediction is correct, it should be deep in this abyss."
"I want to take a look." Mo Shisan turned to look at the white-faced demon cultivator, and at the same time asked other demon cultivators for their opinions.
They have all found this place. If they don't go in and take a look, they will always feel unwilling to do so.
The white-faced demon cultivator cupped his hands and persuaded: "Young Master, I think it is better to implement conventional tactics."
A conventional tactic would be to send three demons to investigate to ensure that the large force would not be ambushed.
This is also done on the battlefield or in large-scale battles.
The three of them form a scout team, and they can only take action after investigating the enemy's situation.
Mo Shisan's idea of entering dangerous areas directly is very contrary to tactical decision-making.
Mo Shisan pondered slightly, then shook his head and said: "If there really is a seriously injured golden elixir inside, conventional tactics will only kill and injure the monks in vain."
The black-faced man spoke first, cupping his hands and saying: "I am willing to go alone to find out the enemy's situation for the young master."
"I have made up my mind."
"Young Master, think twice." The white-faced monk quickly grabbed Mo Shisan.
Mo Shisan rarely goes out and has little experience, so monks like them, who have experienced hundreds of battles, have to advise him.
If the field is opened up to fight, they will naturally not be afraid, but now they have to enter the opponent's home court.
This move was too risky, and it was possible that more than ten monks present were buried after being ambushed.
Mo Shisan also knew this would happen, but it was a conventional tactic.
He is different.
His father is a golden elixir monk and prepared many life-saving things for him.
The dragon sons, dragons and grandsons of Mo Palace also rely on the ancestors of Mo Palace.
Our ancestors also gave us treasures.
Even if you just rely on the heavy treasure in your possession, ordinary golden elixirs will still have to be avoided.
Mo Shisan raised his hand and said: "No need to persuade me, I can protect you, follow me to kill the enemy."
After saying that, he took the lead and flew into the hole.
"Brother Si, this..." The demon cultivator looked at the white-faced cultivator helplessly.
"What the hell, come with me."
They said they couldn't let the young master go in alone. If they lost the young master, they wouldn't have any good fruits to eat when they returned to Mo Palace.
Since I can't be persuaded, I have no choice but to follow.
The black tiger demon's expression didn't change at all, and he didn't say anything else. When Mo Shisan flew over, he was already following behind him.
Si Zheng hissed, this is the shortcoming of having few missions and no experience.
The young master has his own ideas and feels that there is nothing wrong with his decision-making, so he wants to use force to overpower others.
However, judging from the current information, even if there is an ambush, it will not be too powerful.
The remaining twelve demons quickly followed the white-faced demon cultivator, then accelerated their speed and formed an orderly formation.
Mo Shisan put his hands behind his hands, and the black mist around him turned into a dragon shape and surrounded his side.
There was so much excitement in his heart.
If there is a golden elixir in his prime, he will turn around and leave even if he has a life-saving trump card.
He knew that he was by no means a match for the intact golden elixir, and he might die if he couldn't even reveal his trump card.
However, the Jindan Daoist inside couldn't even keep a monk in the late stage of foundation building.
The other party's injuries must be serious.
If you can hunt down the golden elixir monks, not to mention the treasures they carry, just with this record, you will be taken more seriously when you return to Mo Palace.
Furthermore, who has never thought about killing the enemy by crossing the rank?
For monks, momentum and self-confidence are both important.
If you can kill a golden elixir, it will greatly improve your state of mind.
…
A huge blood cave inside the mountain.
The squeezed blood converges along different holes toward the central blood pool.
Skeleton Golden Pill slowly opened his eyes.
The demon corpses he sent out disappeared quickly, and most of them were eliminated by others.
Because he was seriously injured, the demon corpse could only be sacrificed hastily, and there was no way to fully utilize the demon corpse's strength.
So much so that even monks at a lower level can defeat the demon-refined corpse.
Nowadays, there are only a few left around the entire blood pool, and their cultivation level is only in the late stage of foundation building at best. This is because he used special means to forcibly improve the strength of these corpses by one stage.
He originally didn't want to wait too long, so these corpse refinings were pointless.
Since the ink dragon came here and brought so many demon cultivators with him, he might be able to use their blood to restore 30 to 40% of his strength.
Master Shiyin has had enough of looking at people's faces. The right way is to regain his strength and leave here as soon as possible.
"After such a long time, you should have found it by now." Master Shiyin waved his hand, dispelling the formation that had been set up.
…
A few hours later.
Mo Shisan led the demon cultivators from Mo Palace through the hole and appeared underground.
They also saw the wall of corpses, with corpses of demon cultivators and human cultivators mixed in, draining the blood from their bodies.
Under the vast space was a calm pool of blood, and the raging smell of blood crept into their mouths and noses.
"This is it." Mo Shisan suppressed his anger.
The other party really bullied people so much that they dared to drain the blood of the demon cultivators from their Black Ink Palace and turn them into demon corpses.
In the past few years, so many monks have been lost, but only their refined corpses can be found, and even the corpses of many demon cultivators are not left behind.
"Come out!" Mo Shisan yelled.
The magic was used unconsciously.
The sound wave envelops the black mist and forms ripples that hit the blood pool.
A huge wave suddenly appeared in the blood pool, and something was about to rush over from underneath.
"boom!"
"Protect the young master."
Ten demons formed a formation, and Mo Shisan and the remaining four demons who were picked up were in the formation.
The great formation connected all the auras, and as the mana surged, a black dragon phantom appeared.
The demon cultivator in the formation exclaimed: "Twelve demon black dragon formation."
It was supposed to be twelve demons, but unfortunately one was lost when they were sent out in advance. Now, including Mo Shisan, there are only eleven demons. The temporary substitute demon cultivator can only be used as a mana node.
…
Ding Xie appeared above Xuanyuan. He had searched many places, but there was no trace of his fellow sect.
He couldn't help but suspect that those from the same sect should also be hiding in the abyss mountain like the Skeleton Golden Pill.
Moreover, it should not be far from the Skeleton Golden Pill.
Since the evil spirits of both parties are similar, they must come from the same source of evil spirits.
The huge mana fluctuation directly woke up Ding Xie who was searching for his fellow disciples in the sky with his spiritual eyes.
"A fight started?"
Ding Xie looked surprised and ran away with his hands behind his back, rushing to the location of the fluctuation.