A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

The person standing in front of Yan Ci was no one else.

It was Mo Wenwen who appeared in the peach blossom forest and was chasing Mo Yan.

But at this moment, Mo Wenwen looked like those people who had lost their minds just now.

There was only killing all over him, and the clothes on his body were stained red with blood.

I don’t know...how many people were killed.

Yan Ci held the Luoquan Sword in his hand and frowned slightly as he looked at Mo Wenwen, who was covered in blood.

Should not be ah.

Mo Wenwen's strength was already close to becoming a god, so he shouldn't have lost his mind so quickly.

Mo Wenwen's eyes were distracted, the sword in his hand was raised, and his figure was charming.

In the blink of an eye, the sword pointed across Yan Ci.

Yan Ci couldn't resist the close-range blow from the half-step god.

He can leapfrog the challenge to a certain extent, but the gap between the early stage of Nascent Soul and the half-step of becoming a god...

It's really a bit big.

When the blow failed to kill him, Mo Wenwen raised his sword again.

The moment he drew his sword, a black mist rushed in, enveloped Yan Ci, and then disappeared.

In a secluded and hidden cave.

Yan Ci leaned against the stone wall in a somewhat embarrassed manner, looking at the familiar person in front of him with a cold expression.

The young man wearing a mask was sitting on a stone with one leg bent, his elbow on his knee, and he was talking very carelessly.

"Oh, it's so miserable! I'm so awesome!"

Yan Ci:...

For some reason, the temperature inside the cave, which was already not very high, became a bit colder.

The young man was still not afraid of death. He took out a piece of fruit, threw it up and down twice, and then caught it steadily.

"Hey, senior brother, you can't do this, you still need junior brother to come and save you!"

Yan Ci raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes fell on Mo Yan: "You are practicing demonic energy!"

The young man remained silent, and his temperament suddenly became calm for some reason.

He stood up from the stone he was sitting on, looked at Yan Ci calmly with his eyes, and said word by word:

"If you don't practice demonic energy, you will die long ago."

Yan Ci breathed a sigh of relief and nodded: "It's good to be alive, and demonic energy is not necessarily a bad thing."

"Well, when I came in, there was a demon who took a fancy to my body and broke in without fear of death."

Mo Yan handed the fruit in his hand to Yan Ci, squatted down, and continued quietly: "But I didn't expect that I could devour him."

"Now that I have refined him, according to the level of the demon clan... I am afraid that he can be on par with the monks in the late stage of god transformation."

When the young man said this, he smiled brightly.

"Great!"

Yan Ci was not affected by his sudden interruption, and asked in a low voice: "Are the side effects serious?"

Mo Yan was stunned.

Yan Ci looked at the stunned young man and couldn't help but raise his hand and slap him.

Not heavy, but enough to make a statement.

"Ask you! The demonic energy and the spiritual energy are in conflict, but it's still bearable!"

He was anxious here, and the boy in front of him was playing dumb for him.

It's not like there weren't half-demon hybrids in the past. It was basically okay to only cultivate one of demonic energy and spiritual energy.

But once the demonic energy and spiritual energy enter the body at the same time, the person will be killed on the spot, or it may take a few days.

Basically, the moment demonic energy and spiritual energy enter the body at the same time, the countdown to death begins.

"No, it's okay. It just hurts sometimes. It seems, probably, maybe I won't die yet."

Mo Yan stammered, covering his head that had just been slapped by his senior brother, and spoke hesitantly.

Yan Ci glanced at him angrily, but after a moment, he still said something sincerely.

"Thanks."

Thanks for saving him from Mo Daowao.

Mo Yanyan's eyes lit up: "Yan Ci, what did you say!"

"I didn't hear you clearly, say it again! Say it again!"

I was so excited that I stopped calling him Senior Brother.

Yan Ci:...

The gentle expression on his face disappeared. It was clear that the blood and energy in his body were surging and he was still feeling a little uncomfortable, but his left hand felt a little itchy.

I really want to... punch something.

The young man who was punished by his senior brother's eyes swallowed his saliva and calmed down silently, no longer arrogant.

"The little guy Bei Wan should be with the third child at this time."

Mo Yan stretched out his hand hidden under his black robe.

The originally vigorous and clean palm was now covered with ferocious dark red lines.

Yan Ci's eyes flashed slightly when he saw this: "This is..."

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just a reaction to the demonic energy entering the body."

The young man waved his hand casually, and then motioned Yan Ci to look at the thing in his palm: "This is hiding from the King of Hell. I can feel the aura of the third child is still there. He is not dead yet, and the junior sister who followed him should be fine too."

Hiding the King of Hell was led by Qi Youqing.

He could feel that Qi Youqing's dominant aura in hiding from the King of Hell was still there.

That means he is not dead.

When Yan Ci heard the word "Lao San" at first, he didn't react.

When he came to his senses, he glanced at the young man in front of him speechlessly.

Mo Yan probably didn't dare to say this in front of Qi Youqing.

"Qi Youqing is here too?"

"Well, here we are. I also suspected that Liao Jin was here too."

Mo Yan snapped his fingers and continued: "After all, the commotion in the secret realm was quite loud this time, otherwise so many people wouldn't have died..."

At this point, Mo Yan suddenly stopped.

like……

Something is familiar.

"Do you feel something familiar?"

Yan Ci took a deep breath and adjusted his chaotic breath.

Mo Yan thought of it quickly.

The young man looked at the senior brother in front of him, his eyes darkened slightly: "It's somewhat similar to... the situation we entered in the secret realm during the sect competition."

"Although they are not exactly the same, upon closer inspection, the two complicated and confusing lines eventually point to one another."

Yan Ci stood up, looked at the darkening sky in the distance, and thought about the living lives he had cut with his hands today.

The sound was long and lingering, as if broken by the wind.

"Yes, they all pointed out that they wanted to let the people in the secret realm die."