Horizontal Push Starts From the Demon World

He is watching you!

Watching you!

...

Ning Ke originally had a very solemn expression, but when he saw it at the end, he couldn't help but feel cold in his heart.

Is he on the list of the other party? Who would have thought that he is only in the realm of golden body cultivation.

What is a natural disaster?

He probably still knew.

Respected as a natural disaster, it can be turned into a forbidden master of natural disasters with a single thought, which can be called a big horror and a big weirdness.

According to the dossier he read before, at this level, he can use the means of turning corruption into magic.

Because weirdness has no humanity, sometimes it is more convenient to deal with some of the mundane things.

Even in some dynasties that have perished, there have been records of such weirdness as the sacrifice of gods.

Regardless of the strange gods, it is naturally difficult to distinguish what is evil.

It is really troublesome, that is, nothing is noticed, just recalling the name in my mind, there is such a change...

If it wasn't for the fact that he could borrow the power of banning after developing his own methods to ban these ravings, I'm afraid he still doesn't know what kind of troubles will happen.

Ning Ke took a deep breath and touched the ring in his hand, only to realize a little peace of mind.

Although he is alone now, no matter how he talks about it, he has a teacher.

You must know that the cultivation of your master is also in the same realm as the natural disaster in the strange. If there is no way in the end, it might be possible to borrow some means.

However, when it comes to such a situation, I am afraid that there is still something wrong.

Although the master recognized himself, but the specifics are still unknown.

Since his cultivation, he has never been protected by others. If he really uses this as a means to counter this curse, he will be planted on it one day.

Ning Ke suppressed his thoughts and stopped thinking too much. He looked at his soul and looked at the scarlet head in the depths of that pure soul, and his heart was a little gloomy.

This thing, I have to deal with it anyway, according to the current cultivation base, I am just a foot in the door before stepping into the Divine Soul Realm.

If you can't get rid of it before entering the soul, then the cultivation of your own soul, I am afraid that you can only practice the exercises, and the matter of transcending the calamity, I am afraid that it will be put on hold for the time being.

He didn't stay here too long, his figure turned into a flash of light, and he flew away without a trace in a blink of an eye.

...

In the blink of an eye, several months passed by.

Now that it is midwinter, the deserted sun is not even half the temperature. In the blink of an eye, the sky darkened, and there was a lot of snow.

The sunlight here is not like the daytime, and there is a faint blood light, which actually makes the originally white and beautiful snow look wrong in color.

In a slightly desolate town, Ning Ke, dressed in white, was sitting beside a booth, drinking the tea soup, regardless of the shopkeeper's surprised eyes.

Now, although his outfit is normal, his face is covered with a half-mask.

This mask was a strange thing that was entrusted to him by an angel of the Bai family before he died, because the Bai family is gone, and after all, there is nothing to return to the original owner.

In order to cover his face, he used a method to turn it into a real mask.

Although the strangeness is still there, he wants to devour his flesh and blood from time to time, but under the suppression of his will, he can't make any waves.

But after having such a creepy mask, he really saved a lot of trouble.

Suddenly, he calmed down, as if he had noticed something, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

The sprinkling snow was getting bigger and bigger, and the tarpaulin covering the tea stall was lowered.

This shop is doing tea and hot soup work, and in winter, few customers come to take care of the business.

He calmly drank and put the bowl down, and he casually placed a small ingot of blood silver on the table.

"The store owner, let's close the stall. Today's snow, I'm afraid it won't stop."

The shopkeeper looked at the silver nugget, and his eyes were slightly startled. He was about to say something, but he realized that Ning Ke had gone far.

He hurriedly stepped forward and put it in his arms. After realizing that there was no one around, he took it out, bit his finger, and dripped his own blood.

Seeing that its color became more and more strange, he immediately started to clean up the stall in a low voice:

"It's weird, it's really the mother's blessing, such a big mother's silver, I'm afraid it can be worth the old man's business for several months."

....

"The disease of psoriasis is really a headache. It's like this, and they didn't get rid of them."

Ning Ke floated outside the small town, looked at the sky from a distance, and waited attentively.

After about three or five breaths, the clouds on the horizon began to turn a little blush, and in the blink of an eye, the originally white snow was also stained with a little blood.

The whole world turned into a scarlet piece.

Ning Ke lowered his head and looked in front of him, and patted the knife box on his back, revealing the handle of the Queyue knife.

Under his own qi and blood force field, the surrounding area of ​​several meters is still as white as ever.

The few snow whites in the entire scarlet are particularly dazzling, and the sound of the wind and snow is even louder.

At this moment, a face condensed in the snow, looking at Ning Ke, a consciousness came out from it:

"Chou Yue Dao, Ru Mo is about to run away, I have waited for the thirteen sons of the blood cloud, and have already set up the blood cloud to eat the gods, even if it is a feathered soul, it can shake its edge.

Even if you can escape for tens of thousands of miles under the watchful eyes of the Blood Mother, you will eventually be planted on it. "

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'...'

After hearing these words, Ning Ke wanted to answer the last sentence, but suddenly, he didn't know what to say.

Yes, after several months, he is still under the shroud of the Blood Moon.

Under this territory, he seemed to have nowhere to hide.

During this period of time, he encountered an unknown number of feedlots, and it was difficult to count how many sieges he encountered.

Although these guys didn't bring him much improvement, they brought him a lot of useful information.

For example, after several searches, he finally collected the map covering the Blood Moon Feeding Grounds.

This feedlot is about the same size as the Great Yin and Five Continents. It spans several rivers and stretches, taking the entire territory under his feet as his own.

The Blood Moon Feeding Ground belongs to the one above the sky, and this entire land is used as a feeding ground.

In its eyes, the human race and all living beings are their own food.

And those who provide their trend, they call themselves 'moon envoys'.

In other people's eyes, they are 'bred slaves'.

And the reason why he came out of that small town was that Ning Ke didn't want to think about it.

He had been dormant in a city before, and it was because of him that the feedlot city was almost slaughtered.

Although Ning Ke beheaded all the slaves, the original people in the city, at least 10%, committed suicide in front of him.

The mouth is called to please the blood mother and get her forgiveness.

As for Lao Shizi's 'Devil Moon Knife', it was his guilt under this blood moon.

Now that he has reached the boundary shrouded by the blood mother, who would have thought that there are still slaves chasing after him...to die.

Chapter 291: The Sacred Moon Knife