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Mo Beichen was lying on the bed, with his legs crossed, and a dog's tail grass that he picked casually in his mouth.

The dogtail grass flickered in the air, teasing someone's heart.

The black cat finally couldn't help it, opened its eyes, and threw its paws on the dog's tail grass.

This action was a cat's instinct, when Yi Qingyun reacted, he jumped directly from the bed onto the young man.

"Black Dou." Mo Beichen sighed, and picked up the black cat from his body. "You are really serious now. I can't bear to jump up so suddenly."

The black cat's limbs struggled slightly, and he didn't like the feeling that his limbs were not touching the ground.

"Do you think I want to see him again?" Mo Beichen held the black cat in his arms and said to himself.

The black cat patted his face with its paw.

"Do you think I should go too?" Mo Beichen held the black cat's paw, and then said to himself.

Yi Qingyun couldn't help but frowned, he didn't know who was going?where to go

He only knew that the young man had been worrying about this matter for a long time.

"Hey, the battle of a hundred demons is extremely dangerous. I may not see senior brother Qingran for a long time." Mo Beichen thought for a while, then sat up and put on his shoes, "I'd better go."

The battle of a hundred demons?Murong Qingran?

Yi Qingyun was a little puzzled, if he remembered correctly, it should be Mo Beichen who went to the Battle of Hundred Demons.

Otherwise, how did Mo Beichen become the demon king later?

Why did the one who went there become Murong Qingran?

Seeing the young man go out, the black cat chased after him.

"If Mo Beichen hadn't become a Demon Lord later on, it would have been a big disaster." Yuan Shu said floating in the air.

Yi Qingyun's expression also became serious, ready to wait and see what happened.

After about a stick of incense, Mo Beichen came to Qingran's residence, and he hesitated at the door.

After struggling for a long time, he still knocked on the door.

"Brother, it's me, Beichen." Mo Beichen said softly.

"What are you doing now?"

The voice from inside the room had a hint of blame.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the battle of the hundred demons will officially begin.

At that time, all the people who left their names on the black iron token will be teleported away to accept the terrifying trial of narrow escape.

"I know, I don't bother senior brother, I just want to say goodbye to senior brother." Mo Beichen swallowed, and said, "I think I won't see you for a long time after senior brother leaves."

The white figure in the room froze.

"come in."

Mo Beichen's eyes lit up, and he opened the door cautiously, for fear of startling the people inside.

The white figure sat cross-legged on the futon, closed his eyes, and calmly waited for the start of the battle of the hundred demons.

Standing aside, the young man was at a loss, he didn't speak, and he didn't know what to say.

Not wanting to waste the last bit of time, Mo Beichen just opened his mouth and said nonsense: "Brother, do you want to bring something?"

"You can't take anything there." Qing Ran said lightly.

"Where's the weapon?"

"No."

"Not even food and drink?"

"No."

"..."

Mo Beichen touched his nose in embarrassment, and he also felt that his question was a little stupid.

"When will Senior Brother come back?" Seeing that time was running out, Mo Beichen finally stopped beating around the bush, and directly asked the question he cared about most.

"do not know."

"When is that?" Mo Beichen asked persistently.

"..."

Qing Ran couldn't answer. To be honest, he didn't even know if he would have a chance to come out again.

He was ordered by the Immortal Lord to worship under the Mozun, not the Immortal Throne, and it was for this opportunity in the first place.

Participate in the battle of a hundred demons and win the position of Demon Lord.

Decades of painstaking efforts, all for this moment.

However, even so, he is not completely sure that he can survive the battle of a hundred demons.

It is a place where people cannibalize. To survive, one must first become a ruthless Shura.

Even if she survived, Qing Ran didn't know what she would degenerate into.

There is still a small half stick of incense time.

Qing Ran suddenly stood up, walked up to Mo Beichen, and took out the white jade hairpin from her bosom.

"Take this back." Qing Ran handed the hairpin to Mo Beichen.

"Brother, I don't mean anything else." Mo Beichen couldn't help but squeezed his hands tightly, "This is just a gift."

"I'm leaving. You're... fine."

Since he was going to such a bloody and violent place, Qing Ran didn't allow himself to have any softness in his heart.

He wanted to insert the hairpin into the opponent's black hair.

He wanted to give up the last soft fetters in his heart with his own hands.

The moment the hairpin touched the hair, Mo Beichen took a step back suddenly, he wanted to prevent the other party from returning it.

However, at this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared, which made people unable to open their eyes.

It is the teleportation tactic of the battle of a hundred demons.

Qing Ran's pupils shrank suddenly, because the teleportation aura didn't come from him.

It was from Mo Beichen.

"How is this possible?" He looked at the young man's equally shocked expression, and felt a chill in his heart.

That does not work!

Qing Ran stretched out his hand to stop this teleportation formula, but his hand hadn't touched the corner of Mo Beichen's clothes, and the partner had already disappeared.

"Damn!"

Qing Ran threw the hairpin on the ground fiercely, he forced himself to calm down, thought for a while, and then rushed to the Mozun Hall.

There is no doubt that this is definitely someone secretly obstructing him from participating in the Hundred Demons War.

only one person!

Only one person can interfere in this matter!

Qing Ran rushed all the way to the door of Mozun Palace, but when he was about to break in, he suddenly calmed down.

A terrible thought entered his mind.

Doesn't the fairy know his identity?

Thick sweat broke out from his forehead, and the hand on the door was slowly lowered.

"It's already here, Qingran, won't you come in?" Before Qingran could shrink back, a non-celestial voice came from the hall.

Qing Ran considered the emotions in her heart now, and then pushed the door open.

He was ready to strike first.

"Master, why did you let Beichen go to the Battle of the Hundred Demons? He's not even an adult yet. What's the difference between letting him go there and letting him die?" Qing Ran's expression was very excited, and he showed a good look of worry Junior brother An Wei's senior brother looks like.

Not Immortal looked at the disciples he had brought up for decades with an unclear expression.

Qing Ran calmed down, he believed that it wasn't Xian who still had feelings for him.

And the other party definitely didn't have absolute certainty.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to stand here properly.

He can no longer show his feet.

"Are you very concerned about the life and death of your junior brother?" Not Xian sat on a high position, looking down at the people below.

"Master, what do you mean by that?" Qing Ran looked at the old man's slightly cloudy pupils without fear.

"I think the relationship between you and Beichen is not as close as before." Buxian said slowly, "Think——you have changed?"

"My junior brother and I have had some disputes recently, but he is also my junior brother like this, and Qing Ran watched him grow up." Qing Ran said seriously, "Master, why on earth did you send Beichen to that jackal, tiger, and leopard?" place?"

"Qing Ran, when will I discuss the decision of the deity with you?" It's not that the immortal didn't call himself "I", but he used the "deity".

His entire aura changed drastically, and the coercion of a powerful superior almost made Qing Ran kneel on the ground.

Qing Ran tried her best to support the coercion, suffering unspeakably, "Master, I don't mean to offend you. I just take care of the safety of my junior."

I felt that the coercion on my body had eased a lot.

Qing Ran hurriedly lowered her head and panted heavily.

"Because Beichen is my favorite candidate. Do you have any objection to this decision?" Buxian said lightly.

Qing Ran was stunned for a moment, then said softly, "I dare not."

"Qingran, the Mozun Temple is not as simple as you think, and the old man is not as easy to fool as you think."

Qing Ran's body couldn't help trembling.

"My body is really failing, otherwise I wouldn't rush to start the battle of a hundred demons." Not Xianchang let out a long sigh, and then his voice became sharp again, "Qing Ran, Master hopes that you will not have any thoughts that you shouldn't. .”

"Disciple absolutely dare not." Qing Ran said with difficulty while lowering her head.

"This is the Mozun Palace, even if the old man is dying, there are still ways." Not Xian's tone was not joking.

He really has a back hand.

Qingran's back was already wet with sweat, and he knew whether this was the ultimatum given to him by the immortal.

He was even sure that it wasn't Xian who had already got a good idea of ​​his identity.

As for why he didn't do anything to him——

Qing Ran wasn't sure, maybe it was because of that trace of master-student relationship, or maybe it was because of Mo Beichen's admiration for him.

But neither will be his permanent talisman.

"Yuanshu, I want to leave this body." Yi Qingyun said after a pause.

"Why?" Yuan Shu didn't understand, "Didn't the Lord Mozun go to the Battle of the Hundred Demons? Everything is on the right track. We just need to calmly wait for the Lord Mozun to come back."

"I'm worried."

The more Yi Qingyun thought about it, the more he felt that the battle of a hundred demons was very strange.

"But you come out of this cat, and you don't have a suitable body."

"The battle of a hundred demons, there must be no shortage of fresh corpses in that kind of place."

"..."

"Can this cat's body be preserved?" Yi Qingyun asked softly.

"I can try to keep it alive." Yuan Shu sighed and said, "If it takes too long, I won't be able to keep it."

"That's it." Yi Qingyun nodded.

The black cat returned to Mo Beichen's room, and then its small body fell to the ground.

Not moving.

When Mo Beichen opened his eyes, he was in a huge cave with torches stuck in it, and the air here was very turbid.

It smells dry and bloody.

He looked around and there were many scantily clad and vicious people in the cave besides him.

"Mo Beichen?" A man in a black cloak called his name.

For a moment, everyone looked at him.

"Where is this? Why is my magic power gone?" Before Mo Beichen could react, he looked at his hands with a chill in his heart.

However, his question was met with wild laughter from the people around him.

"It turned out to be a young child who doesn't understand anything?"

"I can crush this chicken to death with one hand, haha!"

"What an overbearing little doll!"

……

The black cloak raised his hand, and everyone reluctantly fell silent.

"This is the first match of the battle of a hundred demons." The man in the black cloak replied coldly, "Magic power cannot be used here."

"Mo Beichen, come and choose your weapon." A faint voice came from the black cloak.

Many people around were a little impatient, so Mo Beichen had no choice but to hurry up and come to the side of the black cloak.

There are all kinds of weapons on the ground beside the black cloaked man, including knives, guns and sticks.

However, the common parts of these weapons are all white and should be made of one material.

That kind of white is not purebred white, and there is a little dark yellow in it.

Although Mo Beichen was still in the fog, he could only bite the bullet and choose under the circumstances.

He quickly picked out a dagger as thin as a cicada's wing among the many weapons.

"Next, Qian Yuankai." The black cloak called out the name of the next person.

Mo Beichen was about to step aside when he was pushed aside by a tall man.

"Heh, who is this baby from? He is really not afraid of death!" The big man named Qian Yuankai looked contemptuously at Mo Beichen who was pushed aside, "I still choose such a small dagger that can't even chop flesh. "

"If you want to choose, you must choose a powerful guy." After finishing speaking, Qian Yuankai bent down and picked up a three-foot-long mace on the ground.

He showed his big yellow teeth, and he showed off his new weapon with pride as he went down.

Qian Yuankai was indeed the tallest looking person among all the people here, but most of the people here were vicious, and many people could not see Qian Yuankai's arrogant appearance.

Qian Yuankai didn't notice the hostility of the people around him, and he still walked towards the back of the crowd while yelling loudly about how powerful he was.

With a puff.

Blood splattered.

No one reacted to what happened.

I saw a hand with sharp nails directly piercing through Qian Yuankai's thick chest and coming out from his back.

And in his palm there was still a powerful beating heart.

Silent.

"It's too noisy." A short man with disheveled hair and hair like a savage pulled out his hand and walked out from behind Qian Yuankai's huge body.

Puff!

Qian Yuankai's tall body fell directly to the ground.

Qian Yuankai, who was still complacent just now, died just like that.

The short man threw the heart on the ground, and then stomped on it with both feet happily like a child.

After a few strokes, Qian Yuankai's heart was trampled to pieces in an instant.

This bloody scene made many people feel uncomfortable, and Mo Beichen was naturally among them.

He froze in place, his face was a little pale, and then he leaned on the stone wall and turned his head to one side to retch.

It was the first time Mo Beichen saw such a bloody scene.

"You can't do anything in the stronghold." The black cloak said coldly.

"Didn't you not say that? I don't know." The short man with disheveled hair didn't care at all, and chuckled.

"From now on, you are not allowed to do anything in the stronghold. Violators will be killed without mercy." A hand was stretched out from under the black cloak, and when he lifted it, Qian Yuankai's body was ruthlessly thrown outside the stronghold.

Outside the stronghold is the sky full of yellow sand.

The little man was not punished in any way, and of course no one was fighting for Qian Yuankai.

After this farce, everyone turned their eyes back.

Except for the pool of blood on the ground, it was as if nothing had happened.

Mo Beichen forced himself to calm down, his expression became serious.

He had no choice but to accept his fate, he seemed to have come to an extremely terrible place.

Having recognized the reality, Mo Beichen slowly adapted to the current situation. He wanted to survive, and he had no room to back down.

The only thing that made Mo Beichen rejoice was that at least the old man was right, this kind of place was really not suitable for brother Qingran with fluttering white clothes and gentle personality.

It's better for him to come to this kind of ghost place.

"Tou Jiang." The black cloak read in a low voice.

A hand with sharp claws was raised.

There were a lot of people in the stronghold and the place was crowded, but none of them wanted to stand with him.

This Jiangtou is exactly the short man who directly crushed Qian Yuankai's heart just now.

"I don't need a weapon, my hand is my best weapon." Jiang Tou said excitedly and licked his bloody hand, that shriveled face looked extremely disgusting.

The black cloak did not speak, as if acquiescing to Jiangtou's behavior, and continued to read the next name.

During this time, Mo Beichen was not idle but kept observing the people in the stronghold.

Including the Qian Yuankai who died just now, there are a total of two hundred people.

"Okay, each person takes a side bag, and everyone comes out with me." After all the names were read, the black cloak walked in front, and the others followed.

And when they walked out of the stronghold, they all found that the corpse that had just been thrown in the yellow sand had turned into a burning bone.

Those with sharp eyes quickly spotted the small red beetle on the bone.

The red beetle looks like a wandering flame from a distance.

"That's the evil spirit red sky bug." The black cloak bent down, "They will eat up the carrion on your corpses."

Because of the approach of the black cloak, the scarlet sky bugs with evil aura dispersed one after another.

With a click, a skull appeared on the hand of the black cloak.

"This is the first level of the War of Hundred Demons. In this piece of yellow sand, there are still ten strongholds that you just stayed at. And each stronghold has two hundred people."

"Those people, including those around you now, are your prey."

"The time limit is five days. Collect the skulls of other contestants. The skulls must be intact. On the fifth day, return to any stronghold with the bag containing the skulls."

"Ranked by the number of skulls harvested, the top 100 will enter the next level."

"Is there anyone else who doesn't understand?"

"What about the one hundred people behind? Did they fail?" Someone suddenly asked.

"There is no defeat in the battle of a hundred demons, only death." The black cloak said calmly.

Silent.

Seeing that there was no problem with everyone, the black cloak threw the skull in his hand high into the sky, and disappeared by himself.

The moment the skull fell to the ground, everyone moved.

Without any hesitation, Mo Beichen turned around and ran away.

Many people made the same decision as Mo Beichen, and even more people rushed to the falling white skull to fight for it.

No surprises as this skull will soon have its first casualties.

And those who win in this competition can reap a lot at once and rank in the top.

This is a game of life and death.

Mo Beichen took his bag and quickly left the place of right and wrong.

It's not because he is timid, but because he wants to preserve his strength.

He knew very well in his heart that within the five-day time limit, the further back, the more dangerous it would be.

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