Report Mozun, your enemy is reborn

Duan Lang was caught off guard, like a kite with a broken string, it quickly fell towards the bottom of the abyss.

He hurriedly called out the Xingling Sword, enlarged it and stepped on it, scolding Mo Yuan in his heart.

It was the first time to control a flying magic weapon, and it was a long sword that could only be stepped on. Duan Lang was very unskilled, and almost fell off the sword several times.

After finally reaching the bottom of the abyss, he was so shocked that a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Mo Yuan landed right after him, turned his eyes to his forehead, and said with a sneer, "Brother is a sword repairer, and his ability to fly with a sword is really eye-opening."

Duan Lang thought to himself, does the idiom of showing off your wool show your profound knowledge?Hmph, I don't fly swords well, I don't care about your wool, but I honestly said: "The Lingtai hurts too much, I made my junior laugh."

Look at how the sadist Mo Yuan has forced this good socialist young man into what he is.His current expression of inconsistency is exactly the same as the flirtatious bitch in people's mouth.

Mo Yuan glanced at him mockingly, but said nothing.

He became less and less convinced that the person in front of him was Duan Lang, but if it wasn't Duan Lang or Duoshe, who would it be?

Duan Lang didn't know that he was about to be stripped of his vest, so he began to look around cautiously.

The bottom of this abyss is much brighter than the last one, and you can recognize objects without light source beads. Besides, there is no space there, not only the unique grasses of the demon world grow, but also scattered scattered. some rocks.

There were some ugly monsters hiding behind some rocks, and when they saw Mo Yuan, the evil god, they immediately ran away.

If you don't know that this is the abyss of monsters, you will completely treat this place as an ordinary cliff.

Since coming here, Xiao Hei has been very quiet, but now he suddenly raised his head from Duan Lang's shoulder, and hissed the red letter into the depths, appearing extremely restless.

It's as if there is something terrible hidden in it, which makes it quite afraid.

Duan Lang patted its little head reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, it's fine. If you're afraid, just shrink into my clothes."

Xiao Hei shook his head, hissed a few more times towards the inside, then lowered his body and wrapped it around Duan Lang's neck.

Duan Lang's skin is white, like the first snow in winter, and it is in obvious contrast with Xiao Hei who is haunting him. The strong contrasting color produces a kind of soul-stirring charm, making people want to pounce on that piece of skin and ruthlessly ravage it until he rubs it. Cheng Yanhong.

Just like the night of the full moon...

Mo Yuan's eyes suddenly darkened, he suppressed the evil thoughts that suddenly surged in his heart, pulled his eyes away from the skin, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Let's go."

Duan Lang took a spiritual fruit to Xiao Hei, and seeing it gnawing intently, and no longer being afraid, he hurriedly took a step, caught up with Mo Yuan in front, and said casually: "Do you still have a spiritual fruit, Junior Brother? I don't have any soon." gone."

Immortal cultivators in the world of Xianxia do not eat, because there are impurities in the whole grains, which affect their cultivation.They usually eat bigu pills, or use spiritual fruits that contain spiritual power.

The original owner was a master who had no desire for life and only knew about cultivating immortals. Bigu pills were the most in the storage bag, and the only dozen or so spiritual fruits were stuffed into him by Ye Qingling shamelessly, forcing him to put them in the storage bag.

After Xiao Hei digested these days, there was not much left, and the one that was fed to him just now was one of the last two.

Mo Yuan was in a very bad mood at this moment, and immediately said coldly, "Brother is very kind to this beast."

Duan Lang's mouth was bald, and he said without thinking: "I was very good to you a hundred years ago."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Yuan's face turned completely dark, and a cold aura emanated from his whole body, and Mo Yuan stared at Duan Lang fiercely.

Duan Lang's cold sweat suddenly broke out, wishing to turn back time and strangle himself to death who couldn't speak well. He knew that what happened a hundred years ago was taboo in Mogou, so why did he hit the knife edge so frantically.

He opened his mouth and shouted guiltyly, "Master... Junior Brother..."

Mo Yuan raised his eyelids, and said coldly, "If you don't want brother's tongue, you can tell me. I'd love to cut it off and use it for drinking."

Duan Lang closed his mouth reflexively, not daring to speak any more.After Mo Yuan took a step, he sneakily snorted at his back and followed.

The monster abyss is long and deep, but also as wide as a small plain.

Along the way, some low-priced monsters bumped into each other, but Mo Yuan easily dealt with them.

He is in urgent need of demon energy to restore his cultivation, and he will not refuse any food delivered to his door.

At first Xiao Hei saw the corpse of the monster and ran to smell it. Maybe it was too smelly. Not only did he not eat it, but later he didn't even bother to look at it, so he just wrapped it around Duan Lang's neck as a pendant.

Duan Lang has the memory of the original owner, and knows that killing monsters is a very common thing, but as a good socialist young man who has never killed a chicken, even if the monster is ugly and unsightly, he is a little bit reluctant to do it.

Mo Yuan saw it in his eyes, and said coldly: "Brother, don't you hate monsters the most in your life? Have you changed to Buddha?"

Duan Lang felt that it must be written in today's almanac that Mo Yuan was ill, otherwise, no matter what he said or did, he would be met with cynicism.

He decided that those who know the current affairs are Junjie, blowing a wave of rainbow farts, "This kind of low-level monsters can be wiped out by the younger brother, so I won't join in the fun. Besides, you know that my spiritual platform is in pain."

Speaking of the latter sentence, his tone instantly became righteous.

Mo Yuan sneered, and without saying anything, he directly held the breath around him.

Duan Lang didn't know what Mo Yuan did. He only knew that the number of low-level monsters suddenly increased in the next period of time, and without exception, they all salivated and rushed towards him frantically, as if smelling the smell of meat. , while Mo Yuan put one hand behind his back, watching coldly, showing no intention of helping.

In desperation, he could only summon the Xingling Sword and greet the monster.

Although he has the memory of the original owner, and the Xingling Sword is a talisman, he can use it like an arm and a finger, but it is the first time for him to face this kind of slaughtering situation, so he is naturally in a hurry.Coupled with the fact that there are too many monsters, it is inevitable that there will be a situation of neglecting the head and the tail.

In the end, he didn't notice for a while, and his arm was bitten by a low-level monster.

He hastily commanded the Xingling Sword to stab the monster through the heart with a sword, and then stuffed a panacea into his mouth. After stopping the injury, he felt sad when he saw the blood dripping on his arm.

He has the memory of the original owner, and knows that the irritant of blood can attract monsters to swarm.It's okay to have one or two low-level ones, but if there are more of them, it will be a big trouble.

He raised his head involuntarily, and looked at Mo Yuan beside him.

Mo Yuan had just put his palm on the dead monster to absorb the magic energy in its body, when Duan Lang looked at him, he cast a cold look over him, "Please, I'll help you."