Creation Color Master

Looking at the blood slaves who surrounded him and others, Yang Jiye showed a bloodthirsty smile.

He was almost frustrated these days because of Chu Mo's plan. Today, he finally had the opportunity to fight openly, so how could he let it go easily.

"Hey, how dare you be so presumptuous in broad daylight? If you want to touch my master, you have to get past me first."

As he spoke, he exploded with his cultivation level of the quasi-third realm, and holding a spiritual weapon that had advanced to the level of twenty-one Earthly Evil Forbidden Realms, he rushed towards everyone and killed them.

Meng Xiaofeng's pupils shrank when he saw this scene. He never thought that this person's cultivation would improve so rapidly just by going out. He had miscalculated this time.

After thinking about his arrangements along the way, he found that they were reasonable and should be more than enough to deal with Chu Mo.

Just as Meng Xiaofeng was secretly thinking about his next move, the battle on Yang Jiye's side became extremely fierce.

The blood slaves, including the soldiers, Confucians, Yin-Yang masters, etc., all launched attacks, and all kinds of magical powers were flying everywhere in an instant.

"what"

With just one strike of his sword, Yang Jiye killed a top-level military strategist on the spot.

It can be said that at this time Yang Jiye seemed to have transformed into an extremely brave tiger, rushing straight towards the numerous blood slaves.

The combination of the golden flame and the sword's intent, two extremely lethal forces, made it so that even a casual swing of Yang Jiye's sword would be fatal.

A Mohist monk took out a lifelike tiger sculpture, muttered something, and then threw the tiger sculpture directly at Yang Jiye who was fighting.

Sensing the crisis behind him, he turned around and saw that the wooden sculpture had transformed into a real tiger, with its sharp claws coming towards him.

Yang Jiye looked at this scene without any fear. He simply raised the long sword in his hand and used his own military magic power - the Flame Sun Sword Slash.

"puff--"

The tiger that appeared was killed with a single blow, and the wooden sculpture was split into two and fell to the ground with a thud.

Then, in the horrified eyes of the Mohist monk, Yang Jiye swung hundreds of swords at him. The Mohist monk did not even make a scream and turned into a ball of blood mist.

Meng Xiaofeng, who was standing aside, watched another blood slave die. He was no match for Yang Jiye at all and secretly cursed everyone for being useless.

After a fierce fight, all thirteen blood slaves died on the spot, providing Chu Mo with a large amount of spirituality.

Meng Xiaofeng looked at the blood slave who had been killed without a trace of heartache in his eyes. He had just secretly observed Yao Guangxiao and Sarliang and found that they had no intention of taking action, which meant that his provocation today was also useful.

Seeing that Yang Jiye had won, Meng Xiaofeng immediately ran forward and said, "My benefactor, your guards are really powerful. Their swordsmanship is definitely one of the best in the entire dynasty."

Yang Jiye said coldly: "I don't need you to flatter me in front of the lord. Didn't you promise to repay me with a spring of gratitude? Why don't you take action?"

Meng Xiaofeng said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Guard Yang said that my cultivation is mediocre, and if I go, I will die. It is better to keep my life and repay the benefactor for saving my life in other ways."

Yang Jiye snorted coldly and turned away.

Chu Mo didn't say much about this, but said in a deep voice: "Since the problem has been solved, let's continue on our way."

So the group set out again on the journey to Baisong Mountain.

There were dangers at every step along the way. Every time you walked a certain distance, you would encounter an ambush or assassination, which made it difficult to guard against and deal with.

Fortunately, Yang Jiye turned a disaster into a blessing this time and made a breakthrough in his cultivation, otherwise it would have taken some effort to deal with everyone.

Soon, the last wave of attacks by the blood slaves ended, and the last blood slave in ambush fell in a pool of blood.

Chu Mo saw that the situation was almost settled and glanced at Meng Xiaofeng beside him. He saw that his face was gloomy, with a hint of confusion and shock.

Because he found that the number of blood slaves he had arranged was much less. What was going on? Did they pack up and run away in advance? Blood slaves would not defect.

This kind of thing made Meng Xiaofeng very puzzled. He didn't know where the problem lay, but at this moment Chu Mo had already escaped from the siege. In order to keep his identity from being exposed, he had to keep a low profile for the next period of time.

Chu Mo sneered in his heart. Of course, those disappearing blood slaves were his own doing. It was he who ordered the six sword slaves in the dark to act according to the circumstances.

Those blood slaves who had not appeared were naturally killed in secret by the six sword slaves, and they no longer had any chance to take action.

Seeing that the matter has been resolved, it is time to go to Baisong Mountain for a meeting with Old Man Changhong. It will not do if there are any more people with ulterior motives in the team.

So, Chu Mo gave a look to Yao Guangxiao and Sarliang on the side, and the four of them surrounded Meng Xiaofeng.

At this moment, Meng Xiaofeng realized that something was wrong and looked up suddenly, meeting Chu Mo's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Meng Xiaofeng's eyes flashed with panic, but he quickly calmed down and quickly pretended to say, "Benefactor, what are you doing? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yang Jiye said sternly, "Boy, stop pretending. Do you really think I can't find any clues along the way? All those people you killed have become blood slaves of the blood cultivator."

Meng Xiaofeng pretended to be flustered and waved his hands, saying, "My benefactor, I really don't know anything. I am just a small cultivator who can't even beat the guards of the restaurant. How can I be a blood cultivator who controls these people?"

"My benefactor, you have to believe me. I really have nothing to do with them."

Chu Mo said with a smile: "Meng Qing"

Meng Xiaofeng quickly said: "Yes, benefactor, I am Meng Qing."

Chu Mo's face changed, and he looked at Meng Xiaofeng with sharp eyes and said, "No, your name is not Meng Qing, I should call you Meng Xiaofeng, the direct disciple of the Blood Pao Patriarch, do you really think that you directed and acted in a play by yourself, disguised yourself as pitiful, and I can't find it? "

Meng Xiaofeng's face changed drastically, and he said in a deep voice: "What do you mean by this? What do you mean by directing and acting in a good show? You have seen through my identity from the beginning."

"If that's the case, then why do you still keep me by your side?"

Chu Mo smiled and said, "You are acting like this. If we don't cooperate with you, wouldn't it be unromantic of us?"

Meng Xiaofeng seemed to have remembered something, and looked at Yao Guangxiao and Sarliang and said, "So, you all discovered that I took advantage of your absence to alienate your subordinates, and their disloyalty to you was also fake?"

Chu Mo nodded without denying.

Meng Xiaofeng looked at Yao Guangxiao and Sarliang deeply, and then spoke again: "So, you are also aware of my ambush along the way, and those blood slaves who disappeared inexplicably are also your fault."

Chu Mo smiled brightly and nodded, saying, "Yes."

Meng Xiaofeng glanced around and said, "Impossible. The whereabouts of the four of you have been under my nose the whole time. How did you get away to deal with those blood slaves? You are lying."

Chu Mo smiled and said, "How do you know there are only four of us? When did I ever tell you there are only four of us?"

Hearing this, Meng Xiaofeng showed an expression of disbelief and looked around again, but still did not see any figure.

Seeing Meng Xiaofeng's actions, Chu Mo smiled and said, "Well, I'll let you die knowingly. Six Sword Slaves, come out."

In a second, six figures knelt down in front of Chu Mo.