Two days later, Yang Mo left the Xuanwu Army's camp.

Gui Fanshou personally sent Yang Mo to the gate, and he still politely confirmed to Yang Mo: "There are many dangers in the Netherworld Blood Sea. Do you really don't need this coach's help?"

"No need." Yang Mo shook his head and refused.

The Xuanwu Army did not dare to enter the Netherworld Blood Sea, so Yang Mo naturally knew that Gui Shengshou's words were just polite words.

"That handsome man is here, I wish you all the best in my fellow Taoist and strive to win the devil!"

Even though I return to my life, I give in.

Yang Mo nodded, bid farewell to his death, and rushed directly to the Netherworld Blood Sea.

The Xuanwu Army's camp was only tens of thousands of miles away from the Netherworld Blood Sea. Yang Mo had reached the edge of the Blood Sea without a moment.

Even though they were far apart, Yang Mo could already feel the smell of bloody smell coming to his face.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Netherworld Blood Sea is the most filthy place in the entire Three Realms, and few people dare to set foot here.

The blood in the Netherworld Blood Sea is turbid. Even if you don’t have to go in, you can guess the terrible parts inside it even if you take a look.

What surprised Yang Mo was that he did not find any guards of the Shura tribe nearby.

You should know that even if the environment of the Netherworld Blood Sea is harsh, this place is the territory of the Ancestor of the Styx after all, and he cannot let others swagger into his territory without any warning.

However, Yang Mo soon knew what was going on.

There were waves of shouts of killing, and they were faintly heard from the sea of ​​blood.

It seems that at this time, someone was in a fierce conflict with the Shura tribe in the blood sea.

Yang Mo couldn't help but feel curious and thought to himself, who was so bold and reckless, and dared to wield the territory of the ancestor of the Styx?

Anyway, he was going to enter the Netherworld Blood Sea, so Yang Mo simply used the Earth Demon Magic Change, flashed and escaped into the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Sure enough, the situation inside the sea of ​​blood is completely different from what you see outside, and it is simply two worlds.

Although the environment in the Nine Netherlands outside is extremely harsh, it is still far behind that in the Netherworld Blood Sea.

There is no spiritual energy in the Netherworld Blood Sea, and the breath is chaotic and unbearable.

All kinds of filthy auras are available here.

The blood contains various impurities visible to the naked eye, which makes people feel uncomfortable all over.

Of course, this is actually nothing to Yang Mo.

Even with the Earth Evil Technique he mastered, there is a slippery feeling like a fish in water here.

The chaotic and distracting aura around them is actually the real death.

With the strange changes of the Earth Demon, Yang Mo quickly adapted to the environment of the Netherworld Blood Sea, and followed the sound to the place where the battle took place.

In the seabed of the Netherworld Blood Sea, a group of skeleton warriors with about ten thousand are fighting fiercely with thousands of blood Shura.

Both sides seemed to have fired real fire, and the group of skeleton warriors launched wave after wave of charge.

On the other hand, the Shura tribe fought to the death to prevent the skeleton warrior from moving forward.

The combat power of those blood Shura is undoubtedly terrifyingly powerful. Moreover, they are fighting in the Netherworld Blood Sea, and they have all the right time, place, and people, but strangely, the one who shows a decline is actually the Blood Shura clan.

Although they have the ability to resurrect infinitely in the sea of ​​blood, the tactics of the skeleton warriors are very clever. They seem to be the whole army charging, but in fact, it is not that true at all.

This group of skeleton warriors were divided into five square formations, each with about two thousand people, and the weapons in their hands were different.

Some hold long spears, some hold large swords, some have square formations of bows and arrows, and one is even more outstanding. They are all cavalry, each riding tall ghost skeleton war horses.

"It turned out to be him?"

Yang Mo saw a familiar figure among these skeleton warriors.

He didn't expect that he would see the Nine Nether White Bone Fairy Lu Bu here!

This group of skeleton warriors were the soldiers commanded by Lu Bu. At this moment, under Lu Bu's command, they were moving forward in an orderly manner at the bottom of the Netherworld Blood Sea.

Wherever they passed, the Blood Shura clan fell down one by one, and after they died, they were resurrected from the sea of ​​blood again.

However, the aura on the blood Shura clan after resurrecting was obviously much weaker than before.

According to this style of fighting, I believe that it won’t take long to let Lu Bu’s skeleton army push these bloody Shuras and rush into the depths of the blood sea.

Yang Mo's appearance was not noticed by the Blood Shura clan, but was soon discovered by Lu Bu.

Lu Bu turned his head and looked at Yang Mo's direction, and Yang Mo bowed to him with a smile.

Lu Bu was stunned for a moment, then nodded to Yang Mo.

In the Netherworld Blood Sea, divine thoughts are greatly suppressed, and few people dare to use divine thoughts to communicate in the blood sea.

After all, there are rumors that the entire Netherworld Blood Sea is actually part of the body of the Ancestor Styx. Unless he is a saint of the Heavenly Dao, anyone else who communicates with divine thoughts will be perceived by him.

Of course, this statement must be exaggerated.

If this entire sea of ​​blood is really part of the body of the Ancestor Styx, how could outsiders come in?

"You are also here to find Bloody Psycho Fruit?"

When he got closer, Lu Bu asked Yang Mo.

Yang Mo shook his head and said, "I am here to track down the whereabouts of a demon, not for the Blood Demon Fruit. Why did General Lu look for the Blood Demon Fruit?"

"Haha, fellow Taoist asked a little strange. Mr. Lu looked for the Blood Mysterious Fruit, so he naturally wanted to reshape his body and cultivate the great way."

Lu Bu said in a bitter tone.

Yang Mo frowned and said, "The Blood Deep Fruit is the Blood Sea Fruit condensed by the Blood Yuan after the fall of Xue Mingzi. Could General Lu intend to swallow the Blood Deep Fruit and become a puppet controlled by the Ancestor of the Styx?"

"The way of heaven is dark, and all the saints are ants. How many people are not puppets in this world besides the saints of heaven?"

Lu Bu shook his head mockingly.

"Mr. Lu didn't even have the qualifications to be a puppet before, and it's good to have the chance to be a puppet now."

Yang Mo could hear the helplessness and desolation in his tone.

He encountered a sudden disaster during his lifetime and was wandered in the Nine Netherworlds after his death. His soul could not even enter the cycle of reincarnation. Lu Bu's experience was indeed miserable.

This made Yang Mo feel very moved.

"The general is very unaware of this move."

"Are you referring to this battle or Lu's choice?"

While Lu Bu continued to command his five battle formations, he took turns to fight fiercely and advance alternately, while talking to Yang Mo lightly.

He also felt very strange. Although the person in front of him was only the second time he met, he felt that he was very close to the other party. It seemed that the other party knew him very well and had a very special impression of himself.

That feeling made Lu Bu feel like he met a confidant, so Lu Bu was very willing to communicate with him more.

"This battle was intentional by the general. If the ancestor of the Styx was really worthy of surrendering to him, he would pay attention to the general after seeing the general's methods."

Yang Mo pointed out Lu Bu's intention to do this. Lu Bu laughed when he heard this. The feeling of being close friends made him feel more and more happy.

I haven't met someone who knows me like this for many years.

The last person who knew him so well ended up betraying him despicablely.

However, he did not hate the other person, and he even felt a little sympathetic to the other person.

The other party just relied on some tricks to make himself survive in troubled times, and he was just a pitiful person.

"Do you think the one here is not worthy of surrendering? Why did Mr. Lu hear that although the other party is a devil, he is also a devil with his own morality."

"This path is not the right path, and under this path, like the blood Shura tribes in front of them, they are resurrected from the dead, and it seems that they are immortal existences. But have the general ever thought about what the meaning of such a life is? Is such a day what the general wants?"

Yang Mo pointed to the group of blood Shuras who were fearless and fearless in front of him, fighting to the death to resist Lu Bu's army and talked freely.

Lu Bu obviously thought of this question, so he shook his head slightly and said, "It's not what Lu asked, but Lu has no way out now. What can I do?"

Yang Mo looked at Lu Bu with bright eyes and suddenly said, "What do you think the general is here?"

"you?"

Lu Bu turned his head and looked at Yang Mo seriously. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "Lu can't see through you, and he has no way to judge."

"Can the general recognize this god?"

Yang Mo's mind moved and summoned Xing Tian from the strange cave heaven, causing him to stand beside him.

Lu Bu's eyes naturally looked at Xing Tian.

He was a little distracted at first, but after looking at it for a while, he said in shock: "Can he be the ancient god of war..."

Speaking of this, Lu Bu suddenly stopped and did not dare to say anything further, as if that was a taboo.

Yang Mo instantly took Xing Tian back to the strange cave heaven and nodded.

"He is just a ghost king in the underworld now, but if he continues to grow up like this, he will one day be resurrected and return to this world."

Lu Bu is still a skeleton now, and he has no face, so naturally he can't tell what his expression is.

However, judging from the dark light flashing in his skeleton's eyes, you can also imagine the shock and struggle in his heart at this moment.

"What is the identity of fellow Taoists?"
To be continued...