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The man's face twitched slightly, and his expression was not normal.

The maid next to her said, "In front of you is the Spirit Mother Ancestor."

"Um?"

The darkness was astonished, and everyone was astonished.

Spirit Mother Ancestor, is he a man?

Isn’t this too ridiculous?

What kind of spirit mother does a grown man call a good person?

When Bi Ying saw this, she let go of the flesh around King Gan's waist, and the face under the mask was obviously smiling.

King Qian covered his face, feeling a little ashamed.

The fair-skinned man glanced at King Qian, "Is it this fellow Taoist who was peeping at me just now?"

I……

King Qian's face is covered with black lines. It's good for you to know. Do you need to say it? It's very honorable for others to hear it, isn't it?

"Haha, it's offensive, it's offensive, fellow Taoist, don't blame me."

Although he was scolding in his heart, he still smiled on his face to hide his inner embarrassment.

If I had known you were a man, I wouldn't even look at you if you asked me to.

It really stains my eyes.

King Qian put his hand on his forehead, somewhat doubting his life. What he saw just now seemed to have done a lot of harm to him. If the other party was not at the ninth level and had a small amount of strength, he could have directly gone up to him and killed him.

The spirit mother looked at him seriously.

"Are these guys not the creatures in this blood realm?"

Ancestor Spirit Mother did not dwell too much on this issue, but asked about the origins of Chen Muyu and others.

Chen Muyu nodded and admitted generously that facing the strong men of the pseudo-ninth level, he was not at all disadvantaged in terms of momentum. "We also came here by accident. We are not familiar with this place. We are new to this place and have caused a lot of trouble. But luckily... There was no danger, but we finally arrived here..."

"I can tell."

The spirit mother smiled slightly and gently covered her nose with her hand.

This action...

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows, maybe he smelled their scent.

Although they didn't have direct contact with the rot monster that day, they were still contaminated by some power of law. They didn't smell very bad, but they were just used to it, so they didn't feel the smell. Others At first smell, can it not smell bad?

Awkward.

It was as if someone had discovered his body odor.

The spirit mother ancestor smiled and said, "You must have encountered that rot monster before. My truffle blood can just dispel the magical power of that rot monster. You might as well drink one more cup."

"oh?"

After hearing this, several people immediately sniffed themselves. Although they couldn't smell anything, they did not feel as smelly as before.

But is it the effect of this truffle blood?

No wonder the spirit mother said something about taking a bath and asked them to wait outside for such a while, probably just to give them time to get rid of the stinky smell on their bodies.

Bao Ying picked up the truffle blood first and drank another glass.

Only then did the others join in the drinking.

I'm not afraid of what the Spirit Mother might do, as there is still a large group of bandits guarding the place.

After drinking the truffle blood, the fragrance lingered on my lips and teeth. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but it was true that we didn’t smell any other peculiar smell from each other.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Chen Muyu thanked him politely.

"It's just a small effort, no need to say thank you."

The spirit mother smiled faintly, with an unfathomable expression on her face.

"Fellow Taoist, do you still have this truffle blood? Prepare some for my brothers outside." Huimian was so shameless that he drank it himself and wanted to pack it up.

The expression on the spirit mother's face was dull.

Although Chen Muyu also felt that something was wrong, he thought that those guys looked like they came out of a cesspool. If they didn't get rid of the smell on their bodies, wouldn't they be contaminated by the law if they were mixed together?

Therefore, Chen Muyu did not stop him.

"It's not anything expensive."

The spirit mother also recognized it, looking very generous, "Tao'er, take a bottle of truffle blood and give it to this dear friend."

"yes!"

A maid next to him responded, took out a bottle, and placed it in Huanyang's hands.

Obscure and grateful.

"I wonder where you guys want to go?" The spirit mother seemed to be afraid that he wouldn't say enough, so she quickly changed the topic.

Among this group of people, Chen Muyu seems to be more normal, but his level is a little lower, and it is not known whether a certain powerful person is hiding his strength.

Therefore, the spirit mother was quite polite to Chen Muyu, and the conversation was vaguely dominated by Chen Muyu.

Chen Muyu thought for a while and replied, "We originally wanted to go to the Scarlet Blood Peak to look for the Blood Spirit Pool. Does Fellow Taoist Spirit Mother know where the Scarlet Blood Peak is?"

After hearing this, the spirit mother's expression obviously changed slightly.

The body leaned forward slightly, "Do you know about the Blood Spirit Pool?"

The spirit mother looked a little surprised.

Several people looked at him strangely.

The Spirit Mother seemed to realize that she had lost her temper and said quickly, "This Blood Spirit Pool is the secret of the Blood Realm. Since you are new here, how do you know the existence of the Blood Spirit Pool?"

Bao Ying was indifferent and sat calmly.

The spirit mother quickly withdrew her gaze. They were from the same clan but different sects, and there could not be too deep blood ties. Moreover, the spirit mother could also feel that Bao Ying was indeed a Bao clan, but he was only an acquired god and demon who inherited the innate father-god. It’s just inheritance.

"The breath on your body is somewhat familiar, but I can't remember who your father is." The spirit mother shook her head, and her face suddenly became a little sentimental.

I heard Chi Hong say that the Eight Ancestors of the Blood Realm are all strong men who survived the Hongmeng period. They have experienced that era, so it is not certain that they have met Bao Ying's father.

Bao Ying has the strength of the eighth level, and there is still a chance to reach the ninth level. In other words, the strength of his father is almost certainly at the ninth level, and he is definitely the top powerhouse in the ninth level, even if he is in the ninth level. In the Hongmeng era, it is impossible to remain anonymous.

On the other hand, this spirit mother is only at the ninth level now, and her strength back then may not be much stronger.

Bao Ying doesn’t have much either.

Without friendship, there is no need to fight hard. Strong people are arrogant.

"Rare, rare!"

The Spirit Mother smiled bitterly and said, "You went to the Blood Spirit Pond to break through to the ninth level, right?"

He has already seen that Bao Ying and King Qian are only one step away from the ninth level.

What other purpose could there be for going to the Blood Spirit Pond at this time? It was obvious that he wanted to break through to the ninth level.

Chen Muyu nodded, "Fellow Taoist, can you give me some advice?"

The Spirit Mother waved her hand, "If you just want to break through the ninth level with the power of the Blood Spirit Pool, then I advise you not to think about it. This blood world is restricted by laws, and it is impossible for a ninth level person to be born. Even if you enter the Blood Spirit Pool , is it possible that the body can only enter the ninth level like me and become the so-called pseudo-ninth level?"

Having said this, the spirit mother sighed, "After all, the pseudo-ninth level is just a pseudo-ninth level, not the real ninth level. The improvement in strength is limited and meaningless!"

Several people frowned slightly.

The spirit mother looked at everyone with some curiosity, "Is the situation in the outside world so bad now that you can actually go to the blood realm to find a way to transcend?"