Chapter 652 Hey, Let Go of that Vixen Thirty-One

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

I always feel that this clam demon is probably sacrificing his own life and then dragging me to death with him, right?

Feng Ji took a deep breath.

The next second Luck started trying to avoid this kind of thing.

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

Feng Ji was just stalling for time and seeing if there was any other way.

I always feel that once this pungent black blood touches my body, my cultivation will probably be lost.

And once it’s gone, it lasts a lifetime.

Although Feng Ji lost his skills and cultivation, he could still do other things.

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

If he lost his cultivation and started practicing all over again, Feng Ji might not be used to it.

"I don't like this smell." Ruan Ruan could smell the smell of blood from a distance.

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

Yun Kong heard what Ruan Ruan said.

He hurriedly carried Ruan Ruan out to see the situation.

It was a nice night outside, and the half-moon hung quietly in the sky.

In the courtyard, candles were lit everywhere, so the courtyard was still quite bright.

The little monk found a lantern, held it in his hand, and quietly walked over to see what was going on.

The young 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 Xiao Yao hadn't reacted normally, Yun Kong would have wanted to set up a barrier for Ruan Ruan to make her more comfortable.

At this point follow the sound.

But as soon as I got closer, I smelled a particularly strong smell of blood.

Ruan Ruan asked almost subconsciously: "Isn't the one who collects demons cold?"

Feng Ji, who was still circling, heard these words and almost stumbled, falling directly into the black blood curtain behind her.

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

But he believed that this would definitely not be a good word.

Because Clam Spirit sacrificed his life, his physical strength was already losing, and his energy was not very good either.

Feeling the demon approaching, the clam spirit tried to open her eyes to take a look, but her strength was almost exhausted.

But it doesn't matter, just hold on for a little longer, and you can die with the person who killed your sister.

She wants to avenge her sister!

"She has so much sin on her body." Being made even more uncomfortable by the smell, Ruan Ruan subconsciously glanced at the clam demon that still had one breath left.

The black ghost on the opponent's body and the black murderous aura all over his body indicate that the opponent is killing very hard.

I still don’t know how many reincarnations can fill this hole of killing.

Of course, the most important thing is not this.

It was the black curtain of blood chasing 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 to death."

Yun Kong had only collected demons near his own mountain before, but he still had a wide range of knowledge.

Knowing that it was researched by monsters, it was used to deal with their monster collecting master's dispersing poison.

But how to solve it, Yun Kong didn't know.

However, Xiao Yao said it was not possible, so Yun Kong had to find a way.

Waving the Zen Staff in his hand, bursts of Buddha's light slowly offset the black blood curtain.

"No..." The Clam Spirit saw the good show he had carefully prepared and was about to drag Feng Ji into hell, but was ruined by a dead bald head.

Before dying, he let out a desperate roar that almost deafened the little fox.