Fix your sister's fairy

"The mountain wind blew through the towering mountain that was split in half by the sword idiot's sword, on the mountain, the corpses were all over the field, the mountain wind blew through the desolate corpse pile, swept over the withered mountain flowers, and the mountains were full of corpses, but, without a drop of blood, the blood emperor stood on the top of the mountain and was cold, and finally glanced at the overhaul power of the sky, and disappeared with a sneer!"

A storyteller slowly narrated the case, and his words were deep and full of charm, as if he had seen the killing feast of the day in Bishan, but as soon as the storyteller's voice fell, a monk in the hall laughed:

"How can there be a person who kills without seeing blood? I have killed a person all my life, and which one is not a human head falling to the ground, and blood is spurting! Moreover, the noble Nanxun saint of the Holy Mountain also drove himself in a terrifying Nine Dragons cart that day! No matter how the Blood Emperor blows, it is only a period of detachment, even if he enters the realm of legends, it is impossible to run away, this bull blows up!"

A monk slapped his bare arms and shouted loudly to tear down the storyteller's platform, and this remark also caused a large number of monks in the hall to laugh.

But despite this, the storyteller was not annoyed, he took a slow sip of tea and stared at the listeners in the hall and said, "Do you know why there is no blood?

The storyteller's question, the monks in the hall were stunned, isn't the name of the Blood Emperor made by the literati with the blood-red word "phoenix" created by the god-eyed true monarch and the homonym? Could it be that there is something else in it?

The storyteller slowly shook his head and said, "Do you know that the Blood Emperor is called the Blood Emperor only because he eats blood. "000

"Eating blood?"

This sentence confused all the listeners.

The storyteller folded the fan slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Do you know the Blood Demon Venerable hundreds of thousands of years ago? That demon can be said to be a household name...... The Blood Demon Venerable kills people, and he has never slashed blood......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone held their breath, and immediately several people turned pale.

"That's right. The storyteller knocked on the right moment, and the frightened monks trembled, "This man is the reincarnation of the Blood Demon Venerable!"

"Poof......" Among the listeners, a man with a hat squirted out the tea in his mouth and coughed violently, while the monks around him were shocked and did not notice the monk with a hat.

"Very good...... The hatred level is much higher. The man with the hat muttered in a voice that no one could hear.

The storyteller nodded as if satisfied with the shocked expressions of the audience and said, "Yes! That man is the reincarnation of the Blood Demon Venerable, and he fell in love with the phoenix body at first sight, and the first time the phoenix body was exposed, he stood up and drained the blood and mana of every monk in a method that can be said to be "cannibalism"! That's why he killed the entire mountain!"

"Then it is impossible for this reincarnation of the Blood Demon Venerable to escape from the hands of the Nanxun Holy Venerable? I remember someone said that the Blood Emperor still has three red leaves reflected on his forehead! That is the hunt and kill order planted by the Nanxun Holy Venerable himself!"

"Yes, yes, I've heard of it!"

The man with the hat stood up and left the teahouse in a low-key manner, and the storyteller's unhurried explanation and the sound of the listeners suddenly realized that they were getting farther and farther away, and the noisy cries of the street were obscured.

The man with the hat walked to the corner of the inconspicuous street, he raised his head to look at the sun shining in the sky, reached out and took off a white mask in the hat, under which was a handsome and handsome young man, he closed his eyes and the sun shone on his face to look particularly enjoyable, and on his forehead, the petals and leaves shone slightly......

This person is Mo Yi.

This is the endless blood field beyond the border of Canglan County, and here there are patches of blood-colored grasslands as far as the eye can see, countless ferocious demon beasts inhabit the grassland, and this immortal city is an abrupt thing standing on the vast blood field.

This immortal city is called Blood City, and it is not under the control of any county under the control of the Immortal Alliance, which means that there is no city lord here, there is no fixed ruling force, and the people who come here are all monks who rest on the blood plain, or people who have taken a fancy to business opportunities and have been stationed here for a long time.

Bloodline City is homophonic to the blood field, and the so-called bloodline focuses on the human race that comes here, and most of the people outside the city are disorderly bloodthirsty demon beasts. The people here are mixed, and because they are not under the management of the Immortal League, even killing people on the street is a matter of time.

And this is also the most suitable place for Mo Yi to stay, most of the rest of the (bjfd) immortal cities are posted with wanted reward orders, Mo Yi's head is very clear on the paper, the portrait is very vivid is painted by the art monks.

This also leads to the fact that now Mo Yi can only wear a mask to show people, although he has also thought about using the disguise technique, but it is a pity that the blood-red three-leaf mark on his forehead has put an end to his thoughts, and any disguise and disguise will be broken by this three-leaf mark, without exception.

In the end, Mo Yi could only consider himself unlucky and carved a mask with a piece of fine white jade, and in order to be less conspicuous, the mask was only carved out of the eyes, and the others were all white and unrecognizable.

"Bring a mask, it's really ......embarrassing" Mo Yi absorbed the fresh air, and after basking in the sun, he honestly put on the mask, and the black deep eyes showed from the eyes of the white mask.

"Who told you to be in the limelight so much? It's time to pretend to be over, now the retribution is coming, right?" Behind Mo Yi's back, two long strips of white gauze were tied, one of which sneered.

"Hey, be reasonable, do you think I want to pretend to be this force, so that I hide like a reservoir dog, and the streets are full of people looking for me with sticks. Mo Yishu said depressedly.

It has been five days since the battle of Pishan, and it is only a fraction of a minute away from the opening time of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Worlds, but the Immortal Alliance has not released the exact time for the opening of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Worlds, so until this time, the monks who came here had to cultivate themselves near Canglan County or Chihuo County.

In the past five days, what Mo Ye did in Bishan has been exaggerated and spread around, some people say that he is the descendant of the Blood Demon Venerable, some people say that he is the reincarnation of the Blood Demon Venerable, and even more outrageously say that he is the immortal Blood Demon Venerable!

This made Mo Yi, who was collecting intelligence everywhere, depressed for a long time, but at the same time, there were thousands of people who were more depressed than him!

On the mountain that day, the monks who had left marks on Mo Yi's body were now at a loss and confused, because they found that all the marks on Mo Yi's body had disappeared!

Thinking of this, Mo Yi sneered a few times, he used the Tiangu Sect Master's well-charged Tianya Fu to teleport to the vast blood plain outside Canglan County thousands of miles away, and all the tracking marks left on his body were cut off by the Blood Sword as soon as possible, but the price was that Mo Yi drew half a tube of blood from the Blood Sword, and the virtual Mo Yi was almost lying on the blood field and was taken away by the passing demon wolf.

But fortunately, Mo Yi successfully found the city and hid it, just waiting for the abyss of all worlds to open.

In the abyss of all worlds, the cultivation of all monks will be forcibly suppressed, and at that time, it will be Mo Yi's home field.

Touching the hot mark on his forehead, a trace of coldness flashed in Mo Yi's eyes, he remembered the faces of all the monks present that day!

The blood sea is deep, and it has to be avenged, but the time has not yet come. _

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