Mo Li rested here for a while, and at this moment his mind had become extremely calm. After smoothing out his own experience and this matter, there was no doubt in his heart.

No matter what, he has to find a way to survive. No matter what kind of Tianmo Sect or Wuji Immortal Sect, the purpose of this trial must be to eliminate those disciples who are insignificant and cannot survive the battle. Only those who can persevere to the end can they be qualified to enter the door wall of Tianmo Sect.

Mo Li would not be surprised by this method of trial, which was less than a hundred of tens of thousands of people. After all, he was a gu refining method, and the technique of gu refining is much more cruel and bloody than this.

A month is not long or short. Now he has been bound by the old man in the battle of the Heavenly Demon Sect by the old man in the battle, so he naturally cannot escape. In order to survive, he must become stronger. Now that he has got such an opportunity to enter the strongest sect, he actually wants to seize it in his heart.

From a certain perspective, Mo Li wanted to fly higher and truly get rid of this old man in the coffin, but he could only become a disciple of the Demon Sect according to the coffin. After all, Mo Li is not clear about the old man in the coffin now. Although he signed a self-demon oath, Mo Li believed in his feelings more.

He knew that even if he really had certain constraints, the old man would definitely not be incest or kind to him. If he chose to escape and did not become a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect, then the old man seemed to have a way to make him live and die.

And if he wants to get rid of this old man... he must also embark on the path of becoming stronger. He doesn't know any demon sect, nor does he care about the demon sect. When he was enlightened, he realized that he had embarked on a path that he could not turn back.

"Well, my current strength can only be considered medium among martial arts practitioners. If I face so many Qi-refining cultivators, it will undoubtedly not be enough, but..."

Mo Li quietly ordered the centipede to approach the formation set by the three people, and he followed behind, carefully calculating that he was not at all depressed about his weak strength. He looked at the three-sided array flags that had begun to become messy. Mo Li suddenly pulled a curve at the corner of his mouth and smiled gloomy.

"I never fight unprepared wars!"

He reached into his waist and Mo Li took out a small black gourd again. He shook it gently. The hole opened immediately, and a bloody cloud flew out in a swarm, but there was no sound. It was the bloodthirsty mosquito that had eaten people and vomited bones before!

The mosquitoes have been refined into a worm by Mo Li, and their body strength seems to have become much stronger, but their body seems to be smaller. At this time, the mosquitoes can definitely see the size of their body with the naked eyes of mortals. In this gourd, the mosquitoes of the pig demon had refined and put them together...

This kind of mosquito is generally extremely difficult to control. Even the pig demon must be able to only be raised with essence and blood from the insect eggs, and can only be barely controlled after it grows. Even the most superb insect control technique is definitely difficult to compare with Mo Li’s witch technique!

The Yin God was slowly released, and Mo Li sensed the situation around him, and found that there were almost a dozen people nearby and he had already watched.

"The competition is really big!" With emotion, a smear of black smoke suddenly appeared on Mo Li's arm, and then a small strange snake crawled out of the grass and climbed into Mo Li's cuff in three or two steps.

This is the dragon before. Although this guy has a shallow foundation, his toxicity and lustful sac have increased several times after refining. He is an excellent magical object for Yin people.

While being careful, Mo Li carefully approached the two auras not far ahead, and the two seemed to have discovered his existence.

"roar--"

At this moment, before he could move, two auras not far away suddenly flew over and rushed towards him directly.

"This is a good three-teacher formation, but the flag that sets the formation is somewhat tricky. The flag is called the Black King Banner. It is something that specifically induces people's murderous intentions and confuses people's minds. The three people who set up the formation are not simple. Many people around here have been confused by their formations and have become machines that can only kill people!"

When the righteous Mo Li was about to face the challenge, the old man in the coffin suddenly spoke up.

"Damn it, then if I do this, wouldn't I just be caught in a turtle in a jar? It's so damn, I can quietly plot against me!"

Suddenly awakened, Mo Li quickly got into the grass on the side.

“It seems that there is no one there.”

Talking to himself, Mo Li had already flashed in and restrained his breath and shrank in place without moving.

Step on the pedal-

Sure enough, two old men in their fifties appeared in a short while. It was strange that these two old men were in the state of Qi refining, but one of them had blood-red eyes and a ferocious face. While moving forward, he kept twitching his nose like a dog, ticking and saliva flowing, which was not normal at first glance.

On the contrary, the other one, well-dressed, fair-faced, and sinister eyes kept sweeping through the grass and woods, as if he regarded another old man as a hunting dog.

"This old man must be one of those three people. Damn, dare to plot against me? Look at me, I'll destroy you first!"

Staring at the two old men, Mo Li suddenly smiled gloomyly and was about to release a mosquito attack, but suddenly he paused. He felt a cold breath that seemed to have locked his neck.

"Greedy corpse sees blood!" With a sharp roar, the red-eyed old man who was exploring the way forward had already roared towards Mo Li, but the well-dressed old man fell down with a bang, as if he had died.

"Not good!" Mo Li suddenly realized that he had been fooled by this old man. The old man actually held a puppet man and seduced him to focus on it, but instead relaxed his guard against him. As expected, he was cruel.

"Damn the coffin, don't you remind me, don't you say that people have lost their consciousness and can only kill people, why are they still so smart!"

As he cursed in his heart, Mo Li's wrist trembled and the blood mosquito flew out. At the same time, the centipede hidden beside him was already slashing at the old man's back.

"Puchi--"

"Damn kid, you're stupid. The fallen old man is the real master. He is pretending to be dead and seducing you and then killing you after he releases his ultimate move!"

Almost at the same time, the centipede's sharp teeth penetrated the red-eyed old man's body, and the old coffin screamed.

"Battle, die!"

Before Mo Li could react, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck. A sharp sword had already wiped the flesh on his neck. Drops of blood flowed out, and pain and fear immediately occupied Mo Li's entire mind...
Chapter completed!