Chapter 652 呔, let go of that vixen thirty-one

Looking at this pungent black blood, Feng Ji had a bad premonition in her heart.

I always feel that this clam demon is afraid of sacrificing its own life, and then dragging itself to death, right?

Feng Ji took a deep breath.

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

But this kind of thing, the reason why it is called a demon-like evil, is because once it is turned on, it is actually not easy to avoid.

Feng Ji is just delaying time, and then see if there is any other way.

I always felt that this pungent black blood, once it was stained on my body, it was estimated that the cultivation of this body would be dissipated.

And once it's gone, it's a lifetime.

Although Feng Ji has lost her practice and cultivation, she can still do other things.

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

If there is no cultivation base, and everything starts from scratch, Feng Ji will be very unaccustomed to it.

"I don't like the smell." Ruan Ruan smelled the blood after a long distance.

Because the smell was so disgusting, Ruan Ruan was unable to practice at all, and it was too pungent, so it made the little fox very uncomfortable.

Yun Kong heard Ruan Ruan say this.

hurriedly took Ruan Ruan and went out to see the situation.

The night outside is good, and the half moon hangs quietly above the sky.

In the courtyard, candles are lit everywhere, so the courtyard is still bright.

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

The little monk had already heard the movement in the yard.

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

If it wasn't for the little demon's normal response, Yun Kong wanted to set up a barrier for Ruan Ruan to make her more comfortable.

followed the sound at this time.

As soon as he got closer, he smelled an extraordinarily strong smell of blood.

Ruan Ruan asked almost subconsciously, "That demon collector, wouldn't it be cold?"

Feng Ji, who was still circling in circles, heard this sentence and almost fell into the black blood curtain behind her.

Although I don’t know what it means to be cold.

But he believed it would not be a good word.

Because of the sacrifice of life, the clams have lost their physical strength and their spirits are not very good.

Feeling the demon approaching, the mussel spirit tried to open his eyes to take a look, but the strength on his body was almost exhausted.

But it doesn't matter, if you hold on for a while, if you hold on for a while, you can die with the person who killed my sister.

She, wants to avenge her sister!

"She's got a lot of slaying on her body." Made even more uncomfortable by the smell, Ruan Ruan subconsciously glanced at the clam demon who still had one breath left.

The black shadow on the opponent's body and the black murderous aura all over him indicate that the opponent's killing is heavy.

I don't know yet, how many reincarnations can fill the hole of the killing.

Of course, the most important thing is not this.

It was the black blood curtain running after Feng Ji.

The particularly unpleasant smell comes from that thing.

Ruan Ruan twisted his nose in disgust.

Then he scratched Yun Kong with his paw and whispered, "It stinks."

Yun Kong has only received demons near his own mountain before, but his knowledge is quite extensive.

knew that it was researched by monsters, and dealt with the poison of their monster collectors.

But how to solve it, Yun Kong does not know.

But if the little demon is not good, Yun Kong will have to find a way.

waving the Zen stick in his hand, bursts of Buddha light, actually slowly offsetting those black blood curtains.

"No..." Seeing a good show that she had carefully prepared, Beng Jing was about to drag Feng Ji into hell, but was destroyed by a dead bald head.

With a desperate roar before he died, he almost deafened the little fox's ears.

(end of this chapter)