Su Mo speculated that the fork roads are complicated, but if you walk in one direction, eventually these fork roads will lead to one place!
really
After walking for a while, Su Mo and the pink skirt girl walked out of a fork in the road again, and the scenery suddenly changed.
This is a very spacious area, and the mountain walls around it are steep and cracked. At first glance, there are many gaps that connect several forks outside.
In the center of this place, there is a huge pool with sparkling black fog floating from it.
Sue ink concentrate hard on a look can’t help but breath back cold.
That pool is dark and scarlet!
This is a blood pool!
How much blood does it take to condense such a pool of blood?
The girl in pink skirt showed a trace of heat when she saw the bottom of the blood pool.
Chapter one hundred and seventy The magic gathered in the feast.
Ten feet away from the blood pool, there is a friar with a thick black pike sitting on the ground beside him, which is higher than Sumo.
This inch friar is breathing smoothly with his eyes closed. If his face is cut naked with a knife, every inch of his muscles are shining with bronze luster, like molten steel pouring, full of strength.
Fiona Fang hundred meters around this person and another person has that huge pike.
Su Mo felt a strong pressure when he saw this person for an instant!
It’s a kind of violent bullying to the extreme!
"This person is very strong!"
Su Mo’s heart is fiercely protected.
Although there is a forbidden spirit ancient array here, it can rely on melee power, but Su Mo is not the enemy.
He didn’t practice the secret book of the Twelve Lich Kings until the pulp cutting chapter was not yet completed. Even with the help of Taixulei’s formula, the pulp washing sutra is equivalent to the later stage of building a foundation.
Pink skirt girl eyes rested on the buzz cut friar body frowning slightly.
Pang Yue, the demon of Bawang Temple!
Pang Yue was dominated by many brothers of the Magic Door, and Wang Dian was crazy, arrogant and overbearing, and his fighting power was very strong. Only such a person would come here alone.
On the opposite side of the blood pool, there are hundreds of monks dressed up and dressed up, almost from the same force.
The first man wears a purple robe and carries his hands with deep eyes. It seems that generate’s psychedelic luster is confusing.
On the other side of the purple friar, there are dozens of friars. The first man is wearing a red robe and purses his lips. His eyes are extremely cold.
Su Mo’s eyes swept away, and it seems that there are three forces here, not counting their words.
The inch-headed monk himself, the purple monk and more than 100 people behind him, the bloody monk and dozens of people behind him.
Of course, it may also be four forces.
If Su Mo expected to assassinate him twice before, the "dead body" should not belong to these three forces, so this person is four forces.