Xiantu

Song Mo didn't expect the old man to ask such a question suddenly, and he was a little tongue-tied for a while, unable to answer.After all, the means by which he obtained blood was not very glorious.

Seeing that Song Mo didn't speak, the old man thought he had offended the other party's taboo, and hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, I didn't mean to inquire about anything. It's just that if you have any means to deal with the demon cultivator, you can say it. It's easy for old people to think about countermeasures."

Song Mo shook his head, and said: "If I have a way to deal with that demon cultivator, I won't be entangled in poison and controlled by others."

The old man pondered for a moment, then said again: "Then... fellow Taoist, do you know how strong that demon cultivator is?"

Song Mo faintly felt that it was a little strange that the old man didn't ask much about the situation of Gu poison, but his words kept circling around Muli.Moreover, his attitude was too enthusiastic, as if he couldn't wait.

He noticed the strangeness, but his face remained calm, he just said: "I don't know very well, I haven't seen that demon cultivator attack with all his strength."

The old man frowned when he heard the words, and thought for a while before saying: "Well then, the old man still needs to study the Gu poison on Fellow Daoist to see if he can find a solution. This bottle of blood will be left here for now, and after a while In the last two or three days, Fellow Daoist will come over again."

Song Mo glanced over the jade bottle, nodded and said, "That's very good, I'll ask fellow Taoists."

When Song Mo left the shop, the old man could no longer hide the joy on his face. He raised his voice and said, "Come on, go to Master Zhu... Wait, I'll go there myself!"

Saying that, the old man hurried downstairs.

In a somewhat dark room, the old man stood respectfully beside a man in green robe.

The man in the green robe has a strange totem tattooed on his side face. He looks about 40 years old, and he is playing with a jade bottle in his hand.

"It's true that the bloodline of the ancient mythical beast, the black raccoon beast, is true. This time, you have made great achievements. After returning to the temple, I will definitely report to the higher authorities and reward you well."

The old man was overjoyed when he heard the words, bent down and replied respectfully: "Thank you Master Zhu."

The man in the green robe pondered: "However, judging from the blood aura, the demon cultivator is at least an eighth-level monster. Moreover, it has inherited a trace of the blood of the black raccoon beast. Even if it is very weak, it is very likely that he has acquired some kind of innate supernatural power , I'm afraid I can't deal with it alone... By the way, have you found out the origin of that monk?"

The old man said: "It hasn't been found yet, that monk is very cautious, no matter how I inquire, his tone is very tight, and he never reveals his origin. He has a formation token on his body, and I can't see his face. I can only vaguely feel that he doesn’t seem to be very old. However, I took the opportunity of using the soul needle to leave a mark in his body, even if he doesn’t come in two days, we can still find him.”

The man in the green robe nodded approvingly: "You have done a good job. This monk is very important to us at the moment. Don't disturb him for the time being. It would be good to make him vigilant. The temple only sent me for this trading conference. Come on, I will send a message back immediately, and ask the temple to send a few more masters to capture that demon cultivator in one fell swoop."

After thinking for a while, he added: "Before that, you must keep that cultivator stable. It is best to find out about the situation of the demon cultivator from him. After waiting for so many years in the temple, it was hard to get news of the blood of the descendants of the ancient beasts. , if something goes wrong, you know the consequences."

Although the green-robed man spoke plainly, the old man still couldn't help shivering, lowering his head respectfully.

Song Mo was naturally unaware of the conversation between the man in green robe and the old man. After leaving Feiyu Valley, he went straight back to the courtyard.

For the past few days, Mu Li has been staying in the room, not going to Feiyu Valley.Being stabbed by the cold blood dagger that day was actually just a minor injury, but it coincided with the fact that he had expended a lot of energy while refining the cold blood dagger. Adding the two together, he needed a good rest for a few days.

Mu Li was injured because of Song Mo's miss, and Song Mo had to express his concern both emotionally and rationally.

He directly opened the door and walked in. Mu Li was meditating with his eyes closed. When he heard the movement, he opened his eyes and looked towards Song Mo.

Song Mo sat next to him and said, "Ah Li, are you better?" He took Mu Li's hand and examined carefully, the wound left on that day has completely healed, leaving only a red scar, probably in a few days In a few days, the scar will disappear.

Mu Li withdrew his hand, and said calmly: "It's nothing, it's almost better."

Since that day, Mu Li has always treated Song Mo with such a lukewarm attitude.He no longer reacted as much to Song Mo's vaguely ambiguous actions as before.

Song Mo knew that he must have doubts, and with a guilty conscience, he was more considerate to Mu Li.

He got closer, and was about to say something, when Mu Li's expression suddenly changed, and he reached out and grabbed Song Mo's wrist like lightning.

Song Mo was startled, and instinctively wanted to resist, but forcibly suppressed it. He just opened his eyes innocently and looked at Mu Li: "A Li, what are you going to do?"

Mu Li remained silent, holding Song Mo's wrist, a pale flame suddenly appeared.

Song Mo had seen the power of this pale flame before, and thought that Mu Li had murderous intentions, and in shock, he wanted to strike desperately.Even if he can't die with Mu Li, at least he should be seriously injured.

Mu Li shouted: "Don't move!"

It was only then that Song Mo realized that although the palm wrapped in pale flames felt slightly burning, it was intact and uninjured.

With this dazed effort, a wisp of black air suddenly flew out from the Baichi acupoint in Song Mo's palm.This wisp of black air seemed to be very afraid of the pale flames around it, and wanted to escape spiritually.Mu Li flicked his fingers lightly, and the black air screamed, turning into light smoke and dissipating in the air.

As the black air dissipated, Mu Li withdrew the pale flame, and Song Mo rubbed his wrist while asking doubtfully, "A Li, what's going on?"

Mu Li frowned and said, "Who did you meet today, why did you get tampered with? Fortunately, I found out, otherwise..."

Song Mo was startled, and then thought that the shape of the black air just now was exactly the same as the pattern hovering on the silver needle of the witch elder!He was extremely frightened and angry, but he replied in his mouth: "I don't know, I went to the free trade market in the southern area of ​​Feiyu Valley today. Could it be that someone plotted against me in the process?"

While talking, he looked at Mu Li's face, Mu Li listened noncommittally, and didn't know if he believed it or not.

Song Mo said: "Ah Li, you are really powerful, you can tell it at a glance, unlike me, I don't even know that I was plotted against."

Mu Li didn't soften his expression because of Song Mo's sweet words, and said after a while: "Just be careful in the future."

Seeing that Mu Li didn't intend to get to the bottom of it, Song Mo breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to excuse himself to leave when Mu Li took out a red gold silk bracelet from the storage bag and handed it to himself: "This bracelet is called the Silk Bracelet. A top-grade protective spiritual weapon with 23 layers of prohibition, it is very spiritual and can automatically protect the master, so let me borrow it for you for a while."

Song Mo had never seen a top-grade spiritual weapon before, such a priceless treasure would occasionally appear at auctions with a sky-high price of several 10 yuan for spirit stones, but he didn't expect Mu Li to have it.

He collected himself and said with a slight smile, "Then thank you, Ah Li."