"Why haven't you left yet? Is there anything wrong?"

Luo Bo said: "No."

"Then why don't you get out of here."

Luo Bo's face was gloomy and he felt like he wanted to take action. After all, behind him were all powerful men in the center of the base. If he really fought, he still didn't know who would win.

"How do you say? Who will get out?"

Duan Feng's younger brother didn't talk much, he put his hand on the coffin board, ready to do it at any time, and the same was true on the other side. A soft and charming laughter sounded, interrupting everyone's idea of ​​watching the show, and Hua Qingrou stood between the two.

"I'm anxious to fight before I even arrived at the Demon Temple? Everyone is quiet. There is a time when you fight, but now, everyone thinks harmony is the most important thing. Injurying will not do anyone's good."

Hua Qingrou said something right, and Luo Bo snorted coldly, "Go to the Demon Temple and wait and see."

"You Grandpa Duan is always with you."

Duan Feng is not a cultural person, so he speaks swear words casually. In order to protect his hypocritical face, Luo Bo can only look angry and his face flushed, but he can only glance at us coldly, because we and Duan Feng are also thinking about it.

Hua Qingrou held Luo Bo's arm, stroked his chest with her right hand, and said softly: "Don't be angry, ah, I feel sorry for being so angry."

This Liangzi must have been established. Lao Mo looked calm. He would offend him sooner or later, and he was afraid that he would fuck him. Duan Feng said, "I'm sorry, brother, it seems that you have to go with us in the future, otherwise the small mistresses from the Yin Ding Sect will definitely attack you alone."

I thought to myself, you did it on purpose, right?

Duan Feng said: "Since you don't speak, you're accusation. Oh, the sword on your waist is good, can you lend me a look?"

Lao Mo glanced at him, "I can take off my pants and let you see it, but you can't touch my sword."

Duan Feng was stunned, and the younger brothers around him were also stunned. What does this mean? A younger brother whispered: "I heard that some swordsmen have a unique feeling for their swords and do not allow outsiders to touch their swords."

Duan Feng nodded in a slight understanding, "I didn't expect that the eldest brother was still a swordsman."

"Can you call me Lao Mo, do you want to see?"

Duan Feng waved his hand and smiled bitterly, "Forget it, I won't watch it."

Lao Mo returned to his quiet and taciturn appearance, leaning against the wall and breathing smoothly, as if he was asleep. But I was in trouble. I had no place to lie down, so I could only lean against the wall, with my eyes still open, and I looked at everything that was happening in front of me.

Especially the guys from the Blood Zombie Cult, they seem to have necrophilia, they will look around me from time to time, and their eyes are full of appreciation.

After a long time, only the fire was crackling in the cave, and almost everyone fell asleep.

I yawned and saw Luo Bo awakening from the Yin Ding Cult. He took out a small bag and had a few poisonous insects in his hand. When he passed by the rest camp of the Blood Zombie Cult, he threw them on the Blood Zombie Cultists. Then he pretended to be convenient and left.

Seeing Duan Feng sleeping soundly with Lao Mo's thighs in his arms, he rushed into his neck. A yellow spring dark fire appeared at my fingertips, flew out, burning the poisonous insects to ashes, and then several dark fires burned all the remaining poisonous insects to death. After Luo Bo came back, he looked at everyone from the Blood Zombie Sect coldly and returned to his camp to rest.

Not long after he fell asleep, Hua Qingluo, who was taught by Hehuan, stood up. I thought she would attack Luo Bo, but who knew she walked towards me.

The fragrance on her body was very strong, which made my throat uncomfortable. Hua gently stroked my face and looked at her with charming eyes. I suddenly remembered that she had sucked zombies into dry powder. I couldn't this be a move on me, right?

"What a rich corpse energy, it has been at least a hundred years of practice."

Damn it’s not really necessary to attack me. If I take action now, I will inevitably be exposed. What should I do?

Hua Qingrou sighed: "It's a pity that if you suck you dry now, Duan Feng's dead pig head would definitely be considered by me, so I can only bear it for the time being. Don't worry, little baby, I will definitely get you."

I watched her lean against my chest for a while, then left a mark on me before leaving. I knew it was a Gu, the kind of Gu insect that could be located. If I killed it now, she would definitely notice the abnormality, so I could only wait and say it later.

The night passed like this. Although there was a small incident, there was no harm to both sides. So I continued to go on the road.

Lao Mo and I were on a fast journey and were expected to arrive at the Demon Temple tonight, but the Blood Zombie Sect was not slow either, so we followed us tightly.

Halfway through, I saw the Hehuan Sect still following me and was about to stare at me. I had no choice but to talk about the Demon Temple.

The spectacular and magnificent Demon God Temple is built on the majestic main peak of Taiwu Mountain. It is said that from the location of the main hall, you can see all the beautiful scenery of the Taiwu Mountain Range. Moreover, Taiwu Mountain gathers the spiritual beauty of heaven and earth, has the magical power of creation, has rich internal resources, and is easy to defend and difficult to attack. When I saw it, I was very shocked, and it was simply the appearance of Afang Palace.

This is not the first time most Demon Cultists have come here. After all, this is the holy land of the Demon Cult. Whenever there is a major event, the Demon Cult will come, just like the Huashan Sword Contest in martial arts TV series. These are all told by Duan Feng.

Now the Demon God Temple is controlled by several major demon sects of the Demon Cult Alliance, and the Burning Cult is one of them. Their believers receive foreign demon sects in the Demon Temple. They treat you equally, no matter what kind of little demon sect or casual cultivator you are, they all treat you equally. However, the Demon Cult and the casual cultivator must live separately, so we can finally get rid of Duan Feng's talkative trolls, and my ears can be purified for a while.

Under the guidance of the Fire Burning Cultists, we arrived at our residence. Lao Mo turned away from the church and closed the door. I breathed a sigh of relief. After so many days of suffering, I finally had a rest. Lao Mo picked up the water ghost on the table and threw it to me. I took a bite. Although I didn’t know what kind of fruit it was, the water was juicy and sweet, and the taste was pretty good.

The layout in the house is also very ancient. After all, it is a deep mountain, and there is no modern equipment. After all, the demon cultivators don’t use these things. But it’s a bit too much if they don’t even have electricity. What a joke, are they completely retro? They just live here in the way of the ancients until now?

I pondered for a moment and felt it was understandable. After all, when I was in the city, I felt that the spiritual energy in the air was much thinner than that here. They may be the foundation of cultivation and are only modern equipment.
Chapter completed!