Retrograde fairy way

After some discussion between the two, Cang Yanweng agreed to Zhuo Bufan, and then offered to help him, but he felt that when Zhuo Bufan invited him, he threatened him several times before, so he kept it in his heart, and the two of them suffered a loss. The next time, he made another move to clean up the mess.

Cang Yanweng was able to break through the Martial Venerable Realm when his life was nearing the end of his life, and he had seen all kinds of life, he had already seen through Zhuo Bufan's mind, if he killed both of them, how could the Zhuo family stand against him?

But what I didn't expect was that Wang Mo, who had been scheming for a long time, unexpectedly seriously injured him.

"Little friend, it's my old man's fault to take action this time, so I'll leave now!" At Cang Yanweng's age, his face was already extremely thick, and when he saw that there was nothing he could do, he wanted to withdraw and leave.

"Ahem!" There was a light cough, but behind Wang Mo, Zhuo Bufan, who everyone thought was dead, struggled to get up, and said in a deep voice to Cang Yanweng, "Hey! Old man Son...cough...you perfidious villain!"

Zhuo Bufan's mood at this time is hard to describe in anger, if it wasn't for Cang Yanweng's delay in making a move, how could he have ended up like this?

Seeing that the Zhuo family's foundation was about to be buried in Wang Mo's hands, he was full of resignation, but he taunted Cang Yanweng with words, hoping to motivate him to join hands with him to fight against Wang Mo.

But he obviously underestimated Cang Yanweng's mind, and saw him sneer: "Old Zhuo, I don't need you to say more here. I was deceived by you before, thinking that this little brother is some kind of monster. I don't know." Under such circumstances, how handsome and handsome the little brother is, how can he be the person you mentioned?"

This Cangyan Old Man is indeed an old monster who has lived for nearly 200 years. He didn't blush or breathe when he told a lie, but when he finished speaking, he said to Wang Mo: "Little brother, I have offended you so much just now. When we meet again in the future, have a drink and chat with the little brother! Farewell!"

At that moment, he bowed his hands to Wang Mo, stood up and was about to leave.

"Buzz!"

Looking at the figure of Cang Yanweng who was about to turn around and leave, he snorted coldly in his heart, Wang Mo's own zhenqi surged, and under strong urging, the zhenqi on his body surface was slightly unstable, and the Mo Cang sword suddenly shot away.

"Humph!"

"Is it really easy to bully an old man?" Cang Yanweng gritted his teeth and stared at Wang Mo. Although he thought that the other party would not let him leave easily, he never thought that Wang Mo would be so decisive. Outrageous shot.

Cang Yanweng was able to clamp the Mo Cang sword between his palms at the last moment, forming a confrontation again!

Everyone around watched this dramatic scene. The leaders of the forces thought that the two foundation cultivators were attacking one person, but this time they were doomed, and it turned out that this was the case. Spread out your figure and kill the Zhuo family.

Following a new round of fighting, there was another burst of screams.

As the confrontation between Wang Mo and Cang Yanweng, the energy of both sides increased, and there seemed to be an invisible wave of air around the two of them, rolling up dust all over the sky.

Looking at it, there is only a golden blue light group closely attached to the crimson light group.

As time passed, the faces of both of them turned purple, and the energy rays radiating from their bodies were no longer as bright as they were at the beginning, as if they were about to exhaust themselves.

But Zhuo Bufan, who everyone thought had lost his combat power and had been lying on the ground and could only linger on his last breath, got up slowly under the confrontation between the two.

"Jie Jie!" The embarrassed Zhuo Bufan looked at the two people who were confronting each other, let out a sinister laugh, and walked towards them slowly.

Seeing Zhuo Bufan standing up, Cang Yanweng showed surprise in his eyes, and his gaze towards Wang Mo was clearly revealing sarcasm.

And Wang Mo felt the movement behind him, and his face was ugly for a while, obviously aware of the critical situation, but he couldn't spare his hands at this time, so he could only keep maintaining the magic formula in his hand.

"Little bastard, you really deserve to die. You made my Zhuo family like this. This old man really wants to pull out your skin, constrict your tendons, and drink your blood!" At this time, Zhuo Bufan was in a state of embarrassment, but his words Significantly increased.

It seems to think that the victory is in hand, and the situation is a foregone conclusion!

And the situation in the arena was exactly as he saw it. Wang Mo and Cang Yanweng were confronting each other recklessly, and although he was seriously injured, it did not prevent him from cutting off one of them. He didn't get up until he was almost exhausted, so you can see what he has in mind!

This is also the reason why he speaks more, it seems that everything is under control!

Zhuo Bufan stared at Wang Mo's back, his words were full of hatred, but he also seemed quite satisfied: "Little bastard, I know who you are, hehe, don't worry, after you die, I will make good use of Grandmaster Treasure!"

From his words, he clearly recognized who Wang Mo was, but at this time Wang Mo still didn't move, as if he was powerless as if accepting his fate, he still confronted Cang Yanweng.

At this time, Zhuo Bufan seemed a little hysterical, and vented his hatred for Wang Mo to his heart's content. There was still fighting outside the court, and no one paid attention to the situation here.

After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he gasped for breath, raised his palm to slap Wang Mo on the back with a ferocious expression, and shouted angrily, "Go to hell!"

"Bang!" "Chi!"

I saw a ball of cyan vitality colliding fiercely with a palm emitting golden cyan light.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes exuded disbelief and horror. Obviously, something unexpected happened to him.

But Wang Mo, who was confronting Cang Yanweng, turned his head and looked at him indifferently at this moment.

"How is it possible?" Zhuo Bufan was filled with disbelief, the situation of the two of them before was clearly exhausted, how could they be able to resist his palm in a blink of an eye?

Even if he was seriously injured at this time and his combat power was greatly reduced, how could he be blocked by the opponent's palm?

And Cang Yanweng, who was opposite Wang Mo, was also full of disbelief at this moment, staring at the long sword in front of his chest, then slowly lowered his head, and there was no more sound.

Only the last trace of nostalgia for life in the eyes is left!

Wang Mo's situation at this time is not easy. In the previous fight with Zhuo Bufan, although he was severely suppressed and seriously injured, his true energy was also consumed violently. In order to lure Cang Yanweng to take action, he had to use all his strength.

After all, if the other party can cultivate to the stage of foundation establishment, how can it be a good match?If you are not careful, you will end up being flanked by the opponent!

Seeing Zhuo Bufan with a horrified and unbelievable face, Wang Mo pointed at the Mo Cang Sword with one hand, and slowly swung it towards his arms under his fearful eyes.

And Zhuo Bufan looked at this scene, and immediately became cruel, slapped his palms and backed away.

But the two were already in a confrontation. At this time, they retreated to avoid the Mo Cang sword, but forcibly withdrawing their vitality caused their already seriously injured body to be severely injured again, causing the inner palace to shift and vomit blood.

If he didn't retreat, his arms would be cut off by Wang Mo's sword, and if he retreated, he would suffer more severe injuries. Under the dilemma, Zhuo Bufan had no choice but to retreat, but at this moment, it was like drinking poison to quench his thirst!

At this time, how could Wang Mo let the opponent go, his fingertips flickered quickly, and the sword kept moving, and it should be stabbed, heading towards his throat.

"No!" Before he could utter the last words in this world, Zhuo Bufan was pierced through his throat by a sharp sword emitting golden blue light, ending his greedy and brutal life.

It's true that the world is impermanent, and a hundred years of life is fun, but greed suddenly arises, but it takes my own life!

Those foreign forces who came to the wedding banquet showed their fangs of hatred for the first time in the face of the Zhuo family who had lost the strongest combat power and most of the powerhouses.

On the way before, the leaders of these forces were intercepted one after another by Wang Mo, who was aware of the situation, and he used both soft and hard methods to make these people succumb.

These people have long been dissatisfied with the cruel and unkind Zhuo family. If no one could resist Zhuo Bufan all this time, these people would have rallied to attack him. Fan, these people will naturally not be so stupid as to report to the Zhuo family.

After all, seeing someone going to the Zhuo family to seek revenge, these people are extremely happy.

Wang Mo has already seen clearly the mentality of these adventurers. They are both greedy and afraid of death. If they are not forced to a desperate situation, they will never make a move. .

After Wang Mo killed the two foundation-building monks, the remaining adventurers slaughtered the Zhuo family's old, weak, women and children, and swept away all the resources of the Zhuo family. The Zhuo family suppressed it and did not dare to show their fangs.

In this regard, Wang Mo did not stop. If these people are the losers at this time, then their fate may be even more miserable than this. This is a true portrayal of the jungle of the jungle.

Wang Mo just took away the storage bags of the two great warriors, and then disappeared into the night under the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone.

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The next day, when dawn broke, the Zhuo family's mansion, which had been burning for a whole night, was completely annihilated.

Those who have good things to do have the courage to go to investigate. When he found that the Zhuo family's mansion was full of smoke and looked like a ruin, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself and ran away from the ruins of the Zhuo family.

With one pass to ten, ten to one hundred, in less than half a day, everyone in Wu Zhuo City knew about the fall of the Zhuo family. Seeing how the people rushed to tell each other, embraced and celebrated, one could know how important the Zhuo family was in this city. unpopular.

Although I don't know who did it, but the gratitude of the people to these people is still undiminished. In the future, on the ruins of Zhuo's family in Wuzhuo City, there will be a building called "Yi Temple".

And the instigator of this incident had already left Wuzhuo City overnight, and did not know anything about the actions of the people, but with Wang Mo's disposition, even if he knew about it, he would probably just laugh it off.

In a mountain depression to the northeast of Wuzhuo City, Wang Mo was sitting upright in the process of adjusting his breath, with three golden blue lotus flowers floating above his head. With the circulation of Wang Mo's true energy, they floated slowly, like living things.

Half an hour later, Wang Mo slowly finished work, and the 'Tudou' standing on his shoulder cheered, as if it was very useful.

The fact is exactly the same. Every day following Wang Mo's morning practice, it stands on his shoulders, as if it can use the rich vitality of heaven and earth to practice on its own. In the past ten days, although the body shape has not changed much, the feathers on its body are It is much plumper, and from a distance, it looks like a smaller chicken.

Reaching out his hand, he took out a demon core and fed it to the potato to meet its daily needs, so Wang Mo got up and left the place.