Even if it's just a word, it seems to be full of blood.

Even as the man in black opened his mouth, the strong smell of blood became even stronger.

"You want to kill us?" Zhuo Junlin had already touched the gourd around his waist.

"Boy, I advise you not to act rashly. With your current cultivation level, you can't even be a stronger ants in front of me." The man in black laughed strangely: "If you all are good, maybe I can let you live a few more days, after all, the freshest blood food is delicious."

"Do you want to take me there?" Zhuo Junlin's face turned dark, as if he always felt that he had seen the man in black there, but he had seen him there for a moment but could not remember him at all.

"Knowing too much does not benefit you too much." The man in black laughed strangely: "If you make blood food, you must have the awareness of making blood food. If you have too many problems, you will die even more ugly."

"If you want to kill us, aren't you afraid of the guardian of order on the battlefield of gods and demons?" Zhuo Junlin sneered: "Your cultivation has long exceeded the realm of the true immortals. Can you really violate the iron laws on the battlefield of gods and demons when dealing with a young monk like us?"

"This is not something you should care about." The man in black laughed strangely: "As long as he is truly powerful to the extreme, why should he be afraid of the clay tribe?"

"you,,,,,"

Zhuo Junlin's face turned gloomy for a moment.

Even under the current situation, I and others are already the other party’s posts, but the other party’s words are still free of water, and no useful information is revealed at all.

In addition to the three words "The Blood Pool and Blood" are the main word "The Blood Eat", no matter how much you lure the other person, the other person never gives a positive answer. This cautious attitude alone is definitely a cautious and difficult character.

Moreover, the other party was not afraid of the clay tribe at all, which was what Zhuo Junlin was most worried about.

Even Zhuo Junlin had an illusion in his heart that the so-called clay man race had never appeared before. The so-called first iron law of the battlefield of gods and demons, it was just a joke that high-level strong people could not take the initiative to attack low-level cultivators. Among the countless dangers he encountered, that time was not a great cultivator who was higher than his own level, but he had never seen clay man race come out to be fair,,,,,,

"It's not easy for you to take us down."

Zhuo Junlin directly took out the black gourd from his sleeve.

This is the only magical artifact to beat the slap, and it is even much easier to use than the Chaos Sword. In the past, no matter what kind of great practitioners were, even if they were powerful people like the Demon Lord, this gourd had worked,,,,,,,,

"Resistance will only cause you to suffer more pain." The man in black laughed strangely and forced him towards Zhuo Junlin step by step: "Maybe for a creature like you, you will never cry without seeing the coffin."

"Tear your uncle."

Zhuo Junlin suddenly roared, and the gourd in his hand came out of his hand and smashed it directly at the man in black.

The man in black was full of disdain. Seeing the gourd flying over, he didn't even look at it, but a sneer appeared in his eyes and slapped the gourd with one hand. However, the man in black had just contacted the black gourd and his body suddenly shook. It started from his arm, and his whole body was like an ice sculpture that was shattered. In an instant, it was broken into powder,,,,,,

"Go away."

Zhuo Junlin couldn't help but feel anxious, but directly recalled the black gourd in his hand and smashed the powder on the man in black. Even though the man in black had already turned into a bunch of powder, Zhuo Junlin did not dare to be careless at all. After all, the great practitioner who had already cultivated into the great way, and even his cultivation level had vaguely surpassed that of a strong man like Ying Wufeng. Even Zhuo Junlin was not sure whether this attack would work.

Even a bad premonition flashed in Zhuo Junlin's heart. The moment the other party was hit into powder immediately, the extremely rich and bloody smell did not disappear,,,,,,

"Hehehe,,,,,," the strange laughter sounded again, and everyone's hearts sank.

"Let's go." Zhuo Junlin roared and smashed the black gourd directly in the direction of laughter.

The six sons of Lingzheng looked at each other, and immediately turned into several streams of light and left quickly.

Everyone present knew the power of the black gourd very well. Even a strong man like Ying Wumeng would just smash it down. Even a strong man like the Moon Emperor could not help but suffer a great loss if he was not careful.

This man in black has not responded to the disaster under the black gourd. This level of cultivation alone is no longer something that anyone present can resist. Escape is definitely the most useful way now.

Anyone present, even if Zhuo Ziyi, who has the strongest cultivation level or even six people join forces, may not be able to walk a move and a half of the move in the other party's hands.

The only way is that when Zhuo Junlin dragged the other party, they returned to the Poison Demon Valley as fast as possible to ask for help. Perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope,,,,,

On the battlefield of life and death, any hesitation may lead all his companions to death.

The black gourd hit the air, and the void vibrated faintly. The laughter of the man in black stopped abruptly, as if he had been hit again. A mouthful of thick blood was spit out of the void. The yellow sand in the sky was stained with the blood of the man in black, and it seemed to have a vague change in the direction of blood red,,,,,,,

"What weapon are you?" The man in black sounded in the void, but this time he didn't speak in the same direction: "How could you have such a level of innate spiritual treasure in your hand? Who are you?"

Zhuo Junlin did not answer, and the black gourd in his hand came out again, leaving another pool of blood in the void,

The yellow sand filled the sky, and the sound of the wind was slightly blowing, as if it was invisible pressure, covering the world.

Even the man in black never made any sound. In the whole world, except for the low whistling wind, everything seemed to have turned into nothingness,,,,,,,

But Zhuo Junlin dared not be careless at all.

Although this man in black who was extremely evil and had a strong cultivation level, he was definitely one of the best powerful beings on this battlefield of gods and demons. If he hadn't had he accidentally used a fierce move to severely hurt the opponent, he would have been afraid that he would not have had the chance to take the second move at all.

Even if the other party was not afraid of the gourd in his hand, I was afraid that Ling Zheng Liuzi would not even have the chance to escape,,,,,,

I don’t know how long it took, Zhuo Junlin’s eyes became heavier and heavier.

Even though I knew that the man in black was still there, I could not relax my vigilance at this time, but the drowsiness that came from my mind could not be removed,,,,,,,,

Aside the blood pool, an old man in green stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of surprise.

Even from beginning to end, the old man in Qingshan never left Mu Wudao's eyes. His eyes seemed to be enough to see through ancient and modern times, but at this moment it seemed to be full of doubts.

"You're so injured?" The old man in green clothes turned extremely strange.

"Sir, I,,,,,,,,," Mu Wudao only felt that he was in a bad mood.

This is the fact that is in front of you. Is there anything else that is worth doubting?

"In theory, with your current cultivation level, even if you encounter Zhan Guxing and Mo Wujie, you should not be at a disadvantage!" The suspicion in the eyes of the old man in blue was even stronger: "Can you besieged by them?"

Mu Wudao only felt that he was in a bad mood.

If you really encounter these old monsters who are famous in the battlefield of gods and demons, you will never suffer such a big loss. Even if the strong men of all races join forces to encircle him, you will not be able to hurt him like this.

At least, he wouldn't feel so embarrassing.

This time the injury was in the hands of a younger generation. Even though he was careless and missed the first move, he was hit one after another and suffered seven injuries.

It was embarrassing that I was thrown to my grandma's house.

But, can you still follow the final answer at this time? Do you think I am not completely embarrassed enough and you still need to make up for it?

"Is this little guy who beat you like this?" The old man in green sighed.

"I,,,,,,,," Mu Wudao felt a little unsatisfied.

Just like this little guy, I can put down a lot of people with just one finger. If it weren't for the strange gourd, I would have suffered such a big loss?

It was indeed hurt by this little guy, but I was really not beaten like this by him!

However, if you insist on pursuing it, it is indeed the little guy who beat him, but the difference between them is still very big. And you just need to know this in your heart. You have to tell me about it. Do you really think I don’t want to be face-saving?

"This little guy is a bit weird. Even I can't see through the origin of his avenue." The old man in green shook his head: "It's the first time I have encountered such a situation in so many years."

Mu Wudao felt a little relieved, but he knew the origin of his husband clearly. If even the husband couldn't see this guy clearly, it wouldn't be too unfair to suffer this loss.

"What did this little guy hurt you with? Take it to me to see."

Mu Wudao gritted his teeth, his face turned red, and finally he stepped forward and turned out a dark gourd from Zhuo Junlin's sleeve, and presented it to the old man in blue with both hands.

"Huh?" The old man in green frowned and frowned: "It seems that he has seen this thing there?"

As he spoke, the old man in green clothes took the gourd and his expression became more and more serious.

There are not too many things that can make you remember deeply in this world. Moreover, this gourd looks a little familiar, but for a moment I can't remember seeing it there. The suspicion in my eyes became increasingly strong,,,,,,,

"This,,,,,,,," the old man in blue suddenly changed his face, and a hint of chill appeared in his eyes: "The Spirit of Doom?"

When saying this, the old man Qingshan's eyes were full of horror. Even the hand holding the gourd couldn't help but shake, and fell down directly, and suddenly hit his feet. With the sound of the fracture, the old man Qingshan quickly retreated in horror, as if he had encountered the most terrifying flood and beast in the world, and seemed to dare not look directly at it,,,,,,,

"Where did you get this thing?" The old man in green clothes turned extremely ugly.

If it weren't for trying hard to control his emotions, the old man in Qingshan now had the urge to escape in panic.

Why did you come across such a thing?

Even if I encounter anything, I would never rather encounter such a thing!

Whoever encountered this thing was unlucky, or even experienced it personally! I had suffered a lifetime of trouble because of this thing.

I have escaped to the battlefield of gods and demons, but why can't I escape the cause and effect of this thing? I actually broke my feet as soon as I met. I asked me to reason with it?

Mu Wudao's face turned pale and his eyes were full of confusion.

What's going on? You always saw me taking it out of this little guy's sleeve with your own eyes. Why do you still ask me the other way around? Are you a little forgetful when you are a little old? But what's going on with a look of ghosts? For so many years, you have always looked calm and clear. What's strange about this gourd that makes you so excited?

Besides, why have I never heard of what the Spirit of Doom is?

"Sir, I,,,,,,,"

"Some things are not something that you can know about creatures of this level." The old man in Qingshan sighed: "This thing is the legendary spirit of bad luck. No matter who encounters this thing, it will definitely be in trouble. Even if the other people like me were the same as me, whoever encounters this thing will have great causes and effects."

When I said this, Qingshan's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

When the old man Qingshan felt helpless when he thought of the incarnations that came from the same source as himself. With their realm, he should have long been beyond all living beings in the world, but he was extremely afraid of this extremely evil spirit of bad luck.

"Is this little guy's spirit of doom?" The old man in green clothes turned extremely ugly.

"Yes."

"What's the origin of this little guy?"

"Sir, I really don't know this!"

The old man in green sighed and finally shook his head: "Maybe you really don't know the origin of this little guy. If you really know the little guy's roots, even if you borrow millions of courage, you will never dare to touch him."

"Sir, I know the origin of this little guy?" Mu Wudao's face changed rapidly, his eyes full of surprise.

"Well, how do I know?" The old man in blue shirt looked even more gloomy: "I just know that even if this little guy can carry the spirit of bad luck, he must be a person with great luck. If such a guy doesn't provoke it, it's better not to provoke it. The cause and effect of the spirit of bad luck is really not something that can be affected by. Even if it's me, I might be affected by this spirit of bad luck."
To be continued...