Looking at this pungent black blood, Feng Ji felt a bad premonition in his heart.

I always feel that this clam demon is probably using his life as a sacrifice and then pulling him to die together?

Feng Ji took a deep breath.

The next second, luck began to try to avoid this kind of thing.

However, the reason why this kind of thing is called a demonic evil thing is that once it is turned on, it is actually not easy to avoid.

Feng Ji was just delaying time and then seeing if there were any other ways.

I always feel that once this pungent black blood is contaminated with me, I guess my cultivation level will be dissipated.

And it will take a lifetime.

Even if Feng Ji lost his martial arts and his cultivation level, he could actually do other things.

But collecting monsters is a habit and a dream since childhood.

If you lose your cultivation and start practicing from scratch, Feng Ji will probably be very unaccustomed to it.

"I don't like this smell." Ruan Ruan smelled blood from a distance.

Because this taste was so disgusting, Ruan Ruan was so unstoppable that she could not practice it, and it was too pungent, which made the little fox very uncomfortable.

Yunkong heard Ruan Ruan say this.

I hurriedly carried Ruan Ruan out to see the situation.

The night outside is nice, and half a month hangs quietly in the sky.

Candles are lit everywhere in the other yard, so the yard is still quite bright.

The little monk found a lantern, held it in his hand, and walked over quietly to see the situation.

The little monk had heard the movement in the yard early on.

But he didn't want the little demon to be disliked, so he just sat there and pretended that he couldn't hear it.

If it weren't for the little demon's normal reaction, Yunkong would have wanted to set up a barrier for Ruan Ruan to make her feel more comfortable.

At this time, follow the sound.

Just as I got closer, I smelled an extra strong smell of blood.

Ruan Ruan almost subconsciously asked: "Why wouldn't that monster collector be cold, right?"

Feng Ji, who was still in circles, almost fell into the black blood curtain behind him when he heard this sentence.

Although I don’t know what cold means.

But he believed that this would definitely not be a good thing.

Because the clam spirit uses life as a sacrifice, its physical strength has been lost now and its spirit is not very good.

Feeling that the demon was approaching, the clam spirit wanted to try hard to open his eyes, but his strength was almost exhausted.

But it doesn't matter. If you persist for a while, you will die with the person who killed his sister.

She wants to avenge her sister!

"The murder is so serious." It's even worse by the smell. Ruan Ruan subconsciously glanced at the clam demon who was still breathing.

The dark ghost shadow on the other party's body and the black murderous aura are all in it, which means that the other party's killing is very heavy.

I don’t know how many cycles of reincarnation can fill this hole in the once-killing.

Of course, this is not the most important thing.

It was the black blood curtain chasing Feng Ji.

The particularly bad smell comes from that thing.

Ruan Ruan twisted her nose in disgust.

Then he scratched Yunkong with his claws and whispered: "It's so stinking."

Yunkong used to have only collected monsters near his mountain, but his knowledge was quite broad.

I know that it was studied by monsters and deal with them that the demon master's dispersed poison.

But Yunkong didn't know how to solve it.

But the little demon couldn't say it well, Yunkong had to find a way.

Waving the Zen War in his hand, the Buddha's lights slowly offset the black blood curtains.

"No..." The clam spirit saw a good show he had carefully prepared, and was about to drag Feng Ji into hell together, but was destroyed by a dead bald head.

Before his death, he roared desperately and almost roared the little fox's ears deaf.
Chapter completed!