(First update.)

In the dark night, the sudden cold sneer added a strange color.

In the woods, Ling Shan and Mo Ran, who were waiting for the battle, were shocked when they heard this cold voice.

"Who?" After being interrupted by this sudden voice, Cong Rong on Ling Shan's face disappeared immediately, and instead he was covered with a cold cheek.

"Jie, Jie, a martial artist-level strongman. Great help."

The sound rang again, and then a red figure slowly fell from the air, standing in the center of Lingshan and Mo Ran.

Fei? Moran and Ling Shan were shocked at the same time.

The inner energy controls the body. The most powerful one is Wu Zun.

The person who came stood still and took advantage of the dim moonlight to see clearly that the person who came was an old man. Although he could not tell the age of the old man from his appearance, he could hear from his old voice that the old man was at least sixty or seventy years old.

The old man was wearing a purple-red robe, which looked extremely eye-catching. At this moment, the old man was constantly looking at Ling Shan and Mo Ran with a harmless look on his face.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the moment the old man appeared, Mo Ran suddenly felt the air around him becoming a little fishy. This extremely unpleasant smell made Mo Ran feel a faint feeling of vomiting.

"It's the smell of blood." After sniffing carefully, Mo Ran immediately realized what the unpleasant smell was. Moreover, the smell only spread after the old man appeared. Obviously, the bloody smell came from the old man himself.

Mo Ran frowned, his eyes fixed on the old man who suddenly appeared, and he had a vague premonition in his heart.

Mo Ran was confused, but Ling Shan was shocked. Then, if Mo Ran read it correctly, Ling Shan, who was not far from him, was a little panicked at this moment.

"Who is this old man? Why is he full of death aura?" Mo Ran naturally didn't know the origin of the old man, but he could still clearly feel the dangerous aura from the old man.

Just as Mo Ran was secretly speculating, Ling Shan suddenly spoke: "If Ling is not wrong, you should be the leader of the Blood-Shen Sect, Baili Sang."

"Jie, Jie, I didn't expect you to know me. It's not simple, who are you?" Ling Shan suddenly recognized himself, Bai Li Sang asked with a sneer.

"Lingshan." Lingshan replied.

"I don't know." Baili Sang shook his head and said, "But you are not bad. The level of a martial artist should have reached the peak, hehe."

Baili Sang said, and his blood-red ejaculation head suddenly stretched out and surrounded his lips, as if he had seen some delicious food.

This action was not stimulating and made Ling Shan's heart tighten. Then, Ling Shan's inner energy rose up in a burst of energy, and the inner energy battle suit suddenly appeared on the surface, looking like he was facing a great enemy.

Seeing Ling Shan so nervous, Baili Sang smiled slightly and said, "Why are you so nervous? Are you afraid of me?"

Facing Baili Sang's teasing smile, Ling Shan not only did not relax, but instead stared at the former even more nervously without saying a word.

Seeing that Ling Shan didn't say anything, Bai Li Sang turned his gaze to Mo Ran and said, "Oh? Boy, you are not good. I can't see your strength and attributes. However, it seems that you haven't arrived at Wuwei yet. Tsk tsk, can you last for so long under his command? Tell me, how did you do it?"

After hearing Baili Sang say this, Mo Ran was slightly stunned and did not speak.

"Why are you so nervous? I just passed by here and accidentally saw you two, just say hello. Since you don't welcome me, I'll leave and you can continue." Baili Sang said, and was about to leave.

"Just leave like this?" Mo Ran couldn't believe his eyes. Such a strong man suddenly appeared, and the ghost didn't believe it. It was as simple as saying hello.

Sure enough, as the two of them looked at each other, Baili Sang only took a few steps, then turned around and said, "This, I don't want to leave yet. I've been very happy to see you fight before, so I'd better watch me here for a while."

"Damn, this old man treats us as an opera singer?" Mo Ran cursed in his heart, but he had no choice. Both of them present had absolute strength. So, Mo Ran didn't make a sound, and his eyes just kept changing on the two to prevent any one from attacking suddenly.

"Hmph! Bailisang, put away your tricks. Who on the mainland knows that Bailisang makes a living by drinking blood? If you want to come, I, Lingshan, are afraid of you before I finish my life." Lingshan said coldly.

When Mo Ran heard Ling Shan’s scream, he was slightly surprised. It seemed that he knew this Baili very well.

"Jie, Jie, it seems you know a lot? Alas, it's a pity. I originally wanted to play first, but now you have told me everything, so I'm afraid there's nothing to play." Baili Sang said to Ling Shan, his eyes still looking in Mo Ran.

"Drinking blood?" Mo Ran was shocked. He never expected that there were such warriors in this world.

Of course, Mo Ran didn't know who Baili Sang was, but Ling Shan knew it very well.

Baili Sang, the leader of the Blood-Devouring Sect, is a notorious person in the world. According to legend, there is a Blood-Devouring Sect on the continent. The internal energy attributes of this sect are completely different from those of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder. The internal energy of the five spirits is generally nurtured by innate talents, and only people with extraordinary talents can cultivate it. However, the internal energy attributes of this Blood-Devouring Sect can be cultivated in the sky. As long as people are not too stupid, they can practice it, but the process is extremely difficult and cruel.

In fact, the appearance of this Blood Devouring Sect is very strange. Not many people on the mainland know their origin. What everyone knows is that there is a set of skills in the Blood Devouring Sect that teaches people to cultivate internal energy. This kind of skills can be practiced as long as it is a human, but if you want to practice this technique, there is an extremely harsh condition, that is: drink hundreds of cups of blood a day.

Hundred cups of blood and drink it every day. What is this concept?

In other words, if you want to practice this technique, you must endure living with blood for a long time. This is no different from the vampire that Mo Ran knew in his previous life.

Not only that, no matter who it is, as long as you practice this technique, you must persist forever. If you stop and do not practice, the consequence will be that your qi and blood will be exhausted and you will die.

Moreover, there is an extremely cruel rule in the Blood Devouring Sect, that is, each generation of the Blood Devouring Sect can only cultivate five successors, and only one of these five successors can take over the position of the Sect Master. In the Blood Devouring Sect, if you want to become the Sect Master, you must fight a big battle before the old sect master dies. Those who win will become the Sect Master, and those who lose will become the "food" in the words of the winner.

At this time, Mo Ran, who was not sure about the details, thought about how to escape. But the momentum of Baili Sang and Lingshan had already quietly sprouted.

His eyes were fixed on Ling Shan, Baili Sang looked like a smile, as if the person in front of him did not have the ability to threaten him at all.

He turned to Mo Ran, and heard Baili Sang laughing and said, "Hehe, boy, wait a moment, wait until I clean him up, and then come and take care of you. His essence and blood are more than yours."

Although Bai Li Sang said this with a smile, he was creepy when he heard Mo Ran's ears.

Care? If you want to drink my blood, Mo Ran frowned.

After thinking for a moment, Mo Ran's eyes turned, and suddenly thought of something, then he actually laughed and said, "What do you mean is his blood better than mine?"

"Yes." Bai Li Sang was really happy to see Mo Ran so sensible.

"Oh, then you have to be able to drink it." Mo Ran teased with interest, as if he was not afraid of him at all.

"Hmm?" Bai Lisang looked at Mo Ran in surprise and said, "It seems that you are not afraid of me?"

Mo Ran spread his hands: "What are you afraid of? Isn't you afraid of death? Since you know you want to die, why should you be afraid?"

"Haha, interesting." Baili Sang stared at Mo Ran, with a trace of playfulness flashing in his eyes, and then laughed: "I understand what you mean. You have a grudge against him. You want to kill him with my hand. No problem, I am willing to serve you, but don't want to escape. With your strength, you can't escape from my palm."

Speaking of this, Ling Shan immediately understood Mo Ran’s intention. The former glared at Mo Ran angrily, and the cruelty in it was revealed without any concealment.

He ignored Ling Shan's almost cannibalistic eyes and knew that the plan was exposed, Mo Ran was not surprised and said with an indifferent look on his face: "Understand. You can take action."

"Haha, you kid should actually thank me. If he hadn't been me, how could he die in front of you?" Baili Sang laughed, as if his behavior was a kind of alms to Mo Ran.

Mo Ran shrugged, didn't say anything, but just picked up the direction of Lingshan with his chin. The meaning was very obvious: Stop talking nonsense, go quickly.

Baili Sang smiled slightly, and suddenly felt that the young man in front of him was very interesting. It was not easy to talk and laugh freely in this situation. However, Baili Sang did not think much about it, and turned around and faced Lingshan, and forced him over with a smile.

Seeing Baili Sang coming over, Ling Shan shook subconsciously for a momentum, and then, a powerful aura surged wildly, and the golden inner energy battle suit quickly condensed, and a surge of internal energy suddenly spread around.

Feeling Ling Shan's sudden outbreak of momentum, Mo Ran realized that Ling Shan had not used all his strength to chase him just now, as if he was not enough to let him use all his strength. Now Ling Shan can be called using all his strength.

Lingshan suddenly broke out to Mo Ran a feeling that was out of reach, but for Baili Sang, there was no threat at all. The latter only heard the latter say as he walked: "Huh? Not bad, the martial arts master is at its peak, and his strength is not weak." The words were full of disdain.

Ignoring Baili Sang's ridicule, Ling Shan secretly adjusted his condition to his best, raised his hands naturally, and acted as an attacking gesture.

"It's a pity that you have not been promoted to Wu Zun. Now give me your blood." Baili Sang's last words declared the official beginning of the battle.

As the last sentence was finished, Baili Sang moved slightly, and under Mo Ran's surprised gaze, a red light flashed strangely, and the purple-red inner energy battle suit condensed on the surface of his body. From a distance, Baili Sang's battle suit was much thicker than the one condensed by Lingshan. At the same time as the inner energy battle suit condensed, an extremely strong smell of blood filled the entire forest in an instant.

"Damn, it smells so smelly." Mo Ran swears in a sudden smell.
Chapter completed!