Chapter 106 The middle-aged Taoist boy screamed in agony and couldn't do anything. He turned around and wanted to escape. However, before he could run a few steps, the erosion on his chest spread rapidly. In the blink of an eye, his whole body seemed to have been broken, and he fell to the ground. The ground turned into a mass of dark blood within a breath.
The young Taoist boy walked to the bloody water, picked up the blood flag, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Wang, I have some looks, and I hooked up with your daughter a long time ago. While she was sleeping, she was killed and turned into a cone. You were poisoned by the blood poison, Senior Brother Wang, if you can die under this blood spirit cone, it can be regarded as the reunion of father and daughter."
The blood flag lost its driver, and the flag instantly drooped, motionless.
The young Taoist boy shook the blood-red gourd in his hand, and a ball of blood mist rushed out and pounced on the blood flag. In the blink of an eye, it retracted the gourd. Looking at the blood flag again, it had faded and was broken by him. Then it was suddenly thrown not far away. Bai Mo is here.
"This fellow Taoist has been watching for so long. Could it be that he wants to stage a scene where the mantis stalks the cicada, with the oriole behind?"
Bang! Bai Mo swung the chain to kill a wild ghost, reached out and grabbed the Broken Flag firmly in his hand, squeezed it hard with his big black-scaled hand, and crushed it to pieces.
He turned sideways and looked at the young Taoist boy, with a fierce look in his eyes, and said coldly, "Little thing from Blood Mist Ridge, do you want to die?"
The young Taoist boy looked at Bai Mo, his eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "I thought it was some thieves who wanted to take the opportunity to make a sneak attack. It turned out to be the Black Dragon Demon Taoist from Heisha Ridge. I have long heard my fellow disciples talk about the Black Dragon Demon Taoist." His record is naturally no match for Fellow Daoist. Since Fellow Daoist has no ill intentions, then I will go elsewhere."
He slowly took a few steps back. Seeing that Bai Mo didn't follow him, he seemed relieved and turned around to leave.
The moment he turned around, a large piece of blood mist surged out from the blood-red gourd, overwhelming the sky and the earth, and headed straight for Bai Mo!
"Death to me!"
The young Taoist boy smiled evilly, as if he had seen Bai Mo being swallowed by the blood mist behind him, and said in a strange voice: "Fellow Taoist is covered in scales and armor, with strong Qi and blood, and full of Yang Qi. If you train your body into the blood gourd, Maybe I can become a heterogeneous blood dragon. I couldn’t find the opportunity before, but now it’s finally an advantage for me!”
boom! !
But at this moment, a thick and long dark green chain suddenly whirred as it was danced, instantly scattering the blood mist, and then continued to move, slamming down towards the young Taoist boy.
He wanted to plot against Bai Mo, but he didn't know that Bai Mo was also plotting against him. The moment he turned around, he had already begun to use his strength, trying to kill him with one blow.
"Idiot!" Bai Mo rolled up his sleeves, wind and thunder loomed, fanned away the remaining blood mist, and sneered, "Who doesn't know that the people in Blood Mist Ridge are notoriously sinister, and think I will believe you?"
However, the young Taoist boy could no longer hear these words. After the thunder chain dispersed the blood mist, before the young Taoist boy could turn around, he was already smashed into pulp.
The blood-red gourd hit the ground with a thud, obviously heavy in weight.
"This gourd is pretty good. It's a bit stronger than Fang Yeyun's Fiery Broadsword. It's a pity that I don't know the spells of Blood Mist Ridge. Otherwise, I can use it to protect myself." Bai Mo shook his arm and the chain clattered. With a shock, he rolled up the blood-red gourd and brought it back.
I saw that this blood gourd was about half a man tall. It looked like gold but not gold, like wood but not wood. It was bright red and very hard in texture. It had some weird patterns and symbols carved on it, and it exuded a strong smell of blood.
"Although it won't be used, if you sell it when you return to the church, it will be a windfall." Bai Mo happily tore off a corner of the young Taoist boy's clothes, tied the blood gourd and carried it behind his back.
"No, there is something in here." He had just taken a few steps with the gourd on his back, when his heart suddenly moved, and a burst of spiritual power surged out from between his eyebrows and submerged into the blood-red eyes suddenly widened, and I saw that the space inside the gourd, which was half a man's height, was a bit larger than the outside, about three feet wide. At the bottom of the gourd was an extremely thick blood mist, with more than a hundred pieces of spirit placed in the mist. Jade, some ordinary spiritual materials, and all kinds of messy things.
"This gourd can actually be used to store things." Bai Mo was overjoyed. His spirit merged into the gourd, and a sense of enlightenment came to him, making him inexplicably know how to use it.
As soon as he had an idea, he threw the blood mist and some miscellaneous blood and bones out of the gourd, leaving only a few scriptures, a hundred pieces of spiritual jade, a small pile of Yin corpse beads, and a few pieces of spiritual materials.
The blood mist is extremely corrosive, and as soon as it appears, it wraps up several nearby old zombies, and in the blink of an eye, the old zombies turn into a pool of pus and blood.
Bai Mo didn't feel it was a pity at all. He didn't know the method of Blood Mist Ridge. To him, Blood Mist was a useless thing, not as useful as the storage capacity of the gourd itself. "I don't know where this gourd was obtained. It's a pity that it seemed to have been picked before it was fully mature."
As soon as he had a thought, several volumes of scriptures were ejected from the gourd's mouth and fell into his hands.
He glanced through it briefly, and found that the records were all about methods of extracting blood, refining bones, and concocting blood mist, and there were also a few books on cultivation experience, which were of no use. He glanced at them for a few times, wrote them down, rubbed them with his hands, and crushed them into pieces. .
"Huh? The scenery of the East China Sea!"
Bai Mo opened the last scripture book and let out a light sigh, revealing a strange color.
This sutra is called East China Sea Coast Scenery, which records the range of East China Sea coast, famous rivers, famous mountains and waters, including Shiwanda Mountain, as well as the production locations of some specific spiritual materials.
In Shiwandashan alone, there are Yin Corpse Beads similar to those in White Bone Field, Coffin Fungus in Hanging Coffin Ridge, Black Wind Stone in Heisha Ridge, etc. The content is all-encompassing.
"Yes, with this book of scenery, it will be much more convenient in the future."
He put all kinds of sundries on his body into the gourd, put his hands behind his back, shook the chain in his hand, and killed in the direction of the Ghost Fetal Stone.
Time passed little by little, and less than half an hour later, the ghost fetus in everyone's heart became more and more solid, just like a real thing, with every texture clearly visible, and it might burst out of the body at any time.
Fortunately, with the continuous advancement of many Taoist boys, most of the monsters blocking the road were finally killed, leaving only a few that were obviously more powerful to guard around the Ghost Fetus Stone.
Each of these monsters has sharp eyes and exudes an ominous and evil aura. If they were placed in the secular world, ordinary people would be frightened out of their wits if they took one look at them.
"White bone yaksha, blood evil corpse, chopping ghost, corpse demon, white-haired old zombie, blue-eyed corpse demon."
Not far away, Bai Mo glanced at several monsters and secretly clicked his tongue.
The auras of these monsters were powerful, and each one gave him a frightening feeling. They were definitely not something ordinary Taoist boys could deal with. Only a Taoist boy who had gathered at least six seals could be confident. If he could find a treasured land and practice for a few years, I'm afraid I'm going to become a sperm.
(End of this chapter)