"The monks have far more flesh than mortals, so we have more time to travel."

Qian Cheng's voice came.

The words were faint, but it made people feel a sense of confusion.

Everyone immediately looked up, and found that it really was like Qian Cheng said.

The warship was still moving forward.

They were already very close to the palace.

When the accident happened before, all they could see was the outline of the palace like a triangular pyramid.

But now they can see the cornices and pavilions on the surface of the palace.

"This palace was built by hollowing out an island."

Uzrama stared at her, and spoke a moment later.

Others also heard Usrama's words.

But their attention can no longer be put on the palace ahead.

In particular, the Li Ning and Ma Cheng monks in Ningmai Jing were at a loss.

Because they all know that once the blood of the two monks in Ningmaijing is exhausted, it is their turn.

At the moment, the only thing they can do is hope that this warship can go faster and go further.

In fact, reality is always disappointing.

And this disappointment came so fast.

The warship in motion gradually slowed down in a creaking scalp, and then stopped completely.

Ma Cheng got to the side of the ship, glanced down, and then said pale to the crowd, "Here it is again."

The bone-bonded arm once again held the ship.

And in the darkness above everyone's heads, the sound of flapping wings also came.

The intense crisis at this moment is like the pressure of the army, constantly oppressing the souls of everyone at the scene.

Everyone understands that it's time for another sacrifice.

The scenes of the scene, especially the six or seven people beside Li Mo and Ma Cheng, shook with naked eyes at this moment.

No one urged, but everyone knew that after a moment, it was necessary to decide who was going to die this time.

The air in the lungs was squeezed clean little by little, and Li Mo's face became harder and harder to look.

It was a mixture of remorse, anger, and shame.

His fists were clenched tightly, and his teeth were rattling.

The situation at this moment is completely different from what he expected.

But there is only one way Qian Cheng faces in front of them: either follow him or die.

Li Mo's eyes glanced at everyone at the scene.

The first is Qian Cheng and the man and woman around him.

Almost instantly, his gaze passed over the three.

The reason naturally need not be said more.

The huge gap between the state of heaven and the state of the earth is enough to dispel all unrealistic thoughts.

Next is Xue Li.

Li Mo's gaze stopped for a moment, then turned to Chu Yan aside.

The two condensed states that followed Xue Li have been used as examples before, burying the darkness above everyone's head and this strange lake.

Xue Li at this moment is already lonely.

Compared with other people, Xue Li's face and state at the moment are more like a walking dead.

In fact, if Qian Cheng had just said, monks in the Diyuan Realm should be able to drive this warship farther safely than Ningmai.

But Li Mo didn't dare to fight Xue Li's idea at this time.

Xue Li is indeed the only one left with her.

But it also means that she has no way out.

A two-sided situation without any worries and retreats, Li Mo did not feel that he could not kill each other, but was inappropriate.

What if the other party is desperate and blasts the ship with all his strength, dragging everyone to die together?

What if you try to kill Xue Li and end up injured and become the next sacrificed being?

Li Mo dare not bet.

Because he knows that his life, Xue Li's life, and those lives that are condensed in context, in fact, in the eyes of Qian Cheng, there is not much difference.

Under the heart of the sky, there are all ants.

Li Mo even suspected at this time that Qian Cheng summoned everyone at the time and wanted to help, I am afraid it is only a small part of the reason, a larger part of the reason is the blood needed now.

Li Mo's gaze moved from Xue Li to Chu Yan next to her.

After a moment, he shook his head quietly.

The realm of Chu Yan is the triple of the Diyuan Realm, which is comparable to him.

Xue Li, who is a two-layered realm, is unwilling to touch him, let alone a succinct word that is comparable to his own.

And there is another point in the previous conflict, the tossing map of Chu Yan's hands, and the look that looks like a smile.

All this shows that although this guy's realm is only one heavier than Xue Li's, it is not easy to provoke this aspect, for fear that it will exceed 10,000 times.

In the end, Li Mo's eyes stopped on Ma Cheng's body.

Diyuan Realm is two-fold, with three men, with his neck narrowed at this moment, like a quail.

The level is as low as Xue Li, but it is not the situation where Xue Li has no retreat.

That's him.

Li Mo walked towards Ma Cheng.

Seeing the other person coming straight, Ma Cheng's expression shuddered suddenly. The next moment, his eyes condensed: "What are you going to do?"

"Throw him and him out."

Li Mo reached out and pointed at the two constricted veins behind Ma Cheng.

The two monks in Ningmaijing took a moment's look, and their faces instantly changed from pale to earthy.

"Why!"

Ma Cheng had a stalk on his neck, his face flushed, and his blood vessels were squirming on his forehead.

"Because we are going to that palace."

Li Mo sneered, the coercion in the realm exudes, "Are you trying to let us all die here?"

"Why don't you let the condensate there go!"

The anger in Ma Cheng's eyes was rising, almost roaring and screaming, "Only my side has a condensed state! Why did you come to me! Don't go to him!"

Ma Cheng's fingers stretched straight and pointed at Chu Yan.

But when he looked over at Chu Yan, and the eyes of the two were in empty contact, Ma Cheng suddenly felt his heart tremble violently.

A terrible horror that cannot be described in words, suddenly surged from the depths of his soul.

He retracted his hand almost instinctively, and did not dare to look at Chu Yan again, his heart beating wildly, staring at Li Moser and chanting: "Why do I want to be a man! Is it because I am inferior to you?

Low level is the original sin? "

"Yes."

Without any nonsense, Li Mo nodded.

Ma Cheng did not expect that the other party would be so straightforward.

For a moment, he couldn't help but hold back.

Above the sky, the sound of flapping wings became more intense.

The warship has stopped for a while.

The air was so cold that there was chill in the bone marrow.

Li Mo's brows frowned, and she said impatiently, "Is it going to kill you, or let you die?"