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The pale white blade had already cut open Mo Beichen's skin, releasing a stream of bright red blood along the blade's body.

Just then, a cooling energy suddenly came out from his chest, instantly rushing into Mo Beichen's mind, waking him up.

"What a terrifying demon note! He almost didn't even know how he died. "If it wasn't for this bone fragment, I'm afraid I would have been unable to escape this calamity …"

Suddenly realizing what he was doing, Mo Beichen felt his hair stand on end. He quickly dropped the bone blade in his hand and stared blankly at the bone shard that was covered with spider markings.

There was a small hole in the middle of it, and it was pierced through by an extremely strong rope, hanging on Mo Beichen's neck.

The edges of the bone fragment had become very smooth. It must have been played with by others often, which was why it gradually took the shape it was in now.

The reason why Mo Beichen kept it on him without throwing it away was because he felt that this object was extremely important to his previous self. It might even be a relic left behind by his parents, which was the last thing he wanted and remembered about his family.

He had occupied his body, and also stolen his identity. With a trace of guilt towards him, Mo Beichen kept the bone fragment and did not throw it away.

Picking up the ordinary looking bone piece, Mo Beichen looked carefully, but he did not see anything special about it, in fact, the information about the bone piece appeared in his mind.

It turned out that when his previous self was wandering in his youth, he was already starving to death. A kind-hearted person gave him half a biscuit and saved his life.

When they met again not long later, the kind-hearted man was severely injured and on the verge of death.

Mo Beichen, who was unable to take care of himself, took good care of him for one month without any hesitation. However, the injuries of a kind-hearted person were too heavy, and they were unable to reverse the situation.

When he was about to die, he told Mo Beichen in a mysterious manner that if he ran out of options in the future, he could bring the bone shard and head to the Crying Demon Abyss to look for opportunities and opportunities.

When he saw his savior on the verge of death, yet he could do nothing about it, his previous self felt very sad. He grabbed the bone and did not take his words to heart at all.

However, he still kept the bone shard as one of his few beautiful memories.

Understanding the whole situation, Mo Beichen felt that he was lucky.

He lightly patted his chest. After escaping this calamity, he suddenly felt that something was amiss. He lifted his gaze, and his entire body froze in place as if he had been struck by lightning. Cold sweat started to flow down his back.

Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. It was as if he had suddenly found himself in a hot desert, his pale face devoid of any trace of blood.

Unknowingly, he was surrounded by many different Demonic Beast. Deep Sea Giant Alligator, Frostblade Tiger, Sword Tooth Elephant, Blue Flower Red Leaf Python, Dark Night Star Flame Wolf, Ironback Steel Armored Bear, Mighty Devil Ape, Sharp Tooth Berserker Beast, Spotted Blood Striped Leopard, Ghost Blood Spider …

Looking around, apart from a few low-ranked, the rest were all the same color, almost all of them having Demonic Beast at least the tenth layer of the War Qi.

With a casual glance, he discovered quite a few existences at the eleventh and twelfth levels. There were even more that Mo Beichen had never seen or heard of before.

Just sensing the terrifying aura emitted from their bodies caused one to be horrified.

His heart was beating like a drum, and he was surrounded. Mo Beichen had no idea what was happening in front of him. The only thing he could be sure of was that he was in an extremely dangerous situation.

He took a quick glance around and his heart sank to the bottom.

If it were only a few, or more than ten of Demonic Beast, Mo Beichen would not care, he could easily kill them all.

Even if there were dozens of them, he could still deal with them with a little effort and a little price.

But the situation now was, as far as the eye could see, all they could see were various powerful Demonic Beast. Roughly estimated, at least a thousand.

Whether it was flying in the sky, swimming in the water, or running on the ground. Regardless of whether they were carnivores or herbivores, they were all gathered together at this moment. It was extremely strange.

If there was a riot, it would be an unimaginably terrifying scene. In less than a few seconds, Mo Beichen would probably be completely finished off.

However, the astonishing thing was that they didn't move at all. Instead, they stood there quietly. Their eyes were extremely calm, and one couldn't see their usual bloodthirsty aura.

They did not attack each other. It was as if the numerous stone sculptures were fixed in place.

"Damn it!" "It must be that mysterious voice. If I knew it would turn out like this, I would have left as soon as possible …"

Unexpectedly, one moment of carelessness would cause him to be trapped in an extremely dangerous situation, Mo Beichen felt extremely frustrated.

With his body stiffened, and his clothes soaked with cold sweat, Mo Beichen didn't dare to make even the slightest of movements as he tightly clenched his fists.

"Hmm? Wait! What's that in my hand? "

Mo Beichen suddenly realised that he was holding onto something in his left hand.

He carefully shifted his gaze to his left hand and discovered that he was holding onto a bone. More accurately, there should be a few holes on the surface of the bones. That appearance … It was like a flute!

That's right! Now that he thought about it, that demonic melody was very similar to a flute music. It seemed like … Was it from the bone flute in his hand?

Mo Beichen suddenly realized something. No wonder the surrounding Demonic Beast's eyes were all fixated on him. However, when and where did he pick up the culprit that almost took his life?

"Calm, you have to be calm!"

Mo Beichen repeatedly warned himself in the bottom of his heart to be calm.

However, it was not easy to remain calm in such a desperate situation.

Although he had raised his strength to the tenth level of the War Qi in just a few months of time from the Crying Demon Abyss, this little bit of cultivation was far from enough against the current situation he was facing.

Seeing that the monster herd had started to stir, Mo Beichen swallowed his saliva, and quietly moved towards the direction of the bone lance.

Although he was already very careful, his subtle movements were still not able to fool the surrounding strong Demonic Beast.

In that moment, all the Demonic Beast in front started attacking each other, bringing along the entire beast herd. The entire scene was extremely bloody and brutal, with an indescribable shock and grandeur.

Then looking at the other side, when a few high levelled Demonic Beast roared at him, Mo Beichen's mind only had one thought: It's over!

However, in the nick of time, the blood that flowed down Mo Beichen's neck finally flowed onto the bone flute in his hand.

At this moment, the bone flute let out an intense light. A shockwave quickly spread out and swept through the entire monster horde in the blink of an eye.

As if they had seen an extremely terrifying existence, the berserk beast herd suddenly stopped their slaughter. All of them quieted down and lowered their heads to prostrate themselves. Their entire bodies trembled and their eyes revealed fear.

His heart skipped a beat as Mo Beichen realised that his life force, like a flood, was rapidly flowing away. It converged on his left hand and finally flowed into the bone flute before it disappeared.

Under his great shock, Mo Beichen wanted to throw the bone flute out, but he found that the strange bone flute was as if it was in his hand, as it had already become one with him, and was unable to struggle free.

When he looked at his palm, it was as wrinkled as tree bark. In a short period of time, it had already shriveled and withered, like an old man on the verge of death.