Retrograde fairy way

"I don't have to pursue Shan'er's matter anymore, but that kid is going to be taken away. He is my disciple's elder brother. As a master, I can't let her feel cold. Tell me, where is that kid?" Glancing at Xia Bingzhang coldly, Ning Yuanshan looked indifferent. He no longer pursued the inaction of the members of the Xia family, but in his impression, the expressionless young man was bound to win. .

He had learned before that Wang Mo was related to a master's treasure. Although he took Guan Shihua to search for it later, the huge Tiandang Mountain, let alone a strong person who formed an alchemy, even the legendary Yuanying Lao Zu, may not be able to find a specific place, and finally had to give up.

However, Wang Mo left a deep impression on Ning Yuanshan seven years ago. If he could take him away, he might not be able to find that place again. , but if there is a large amount of resources to support it, it may not be possible to stabilize the current cultivation in advance and lay a solid foundation for another breakthrough.

For Li Tianfeng, there are also records in the Bichao Sect. He knows how terrifying a strong man in this realm is. Under such circumstances, he naturally feels greedy for Wang Mo's treasures.

Xia Zhanfeng took a look at Xia Bingzhang. He knew very well what he had done in the past few days, and he was dissatisfied with Xia Bingzhang's treatment of Wang Mo.

And if Xia Bingzhang hadn't been anxious about the Grandmaster's legacy and wanted to monopolize it, if he had sent someone to notify him to deal with it, the dust would have settled by now, and there would be so many twists and turns.

But thinking of the horror of that person, Xia Zhanfeng trembled all over his body, obviously he was still in fear, but at this time he had to deal with Ning Yuanshan's questioning. After all, he was handed over by someone in his Xia family's hands, let alone alive. How could Xia Zhanfeng, who had been there for hundreds of years, not know what Ning Yuanshan was thinking.

However, this kind of thing can't be said clearly, they can only communicate in private, the two of them communicated again, and Ning Yuanshan looked at Xia Zhanfeng suspiciously, and after confirming again, he stopped talking.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Ning is exhausted from a long distance, why don't you take a break and wait for my Xia family to prepare a banquet to clean up your dust!" Seeing Ning Yuanshan's expression, Xia Zhanfeng knew that he must have doubts, but with himself, forgive him. What kind of tricks did he come up with, he said with a smile.

"Okay, then..." Ning Yuanshan was about to agree, but in the middle of speaking, he was interrupted by a loud noise.

Everyone raised their heads and looked west, only to see a thick column of energy soaring into the sky, as if connecting the sky and the earth, and its momentum was even more vast, even the strong alchemy experts like Ning Yuanshan and Xia Zhanfeng felt the power of the energy column. I was shocked.

And this kind of situation, in the eyes of all the strong people, is just a sign of someone breaking through, but they don't know what kind of strong people have created such momentum, but what is different is that it is originally a blue-gold vitality pillar. There is actually a trace of dark red entwined in it, looking carefully, it gives people a sense of bloody oppression.

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In the depths of the ninth floor of the dungeon, two groups of light, one gold and one red, set off each other. Suddenly, a thick blue-gold pillar of vitality soared into the sky. If you look closely, there are traces of red mist floating out of the red light group next to it, blending into it. Into the golden blue light group.

And as the red silk thread merged, the golden-blue light group suddenly trembled violently, and there were bursts of suppressed roars, as if there were some wild beasts.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" As vitality continued to pour into the golden-blue light group, the dense vitality around it began to fade, and a figure sitting upright appeared inside it.

However, from the roar that came out, it was obvious that the person was in extreme pain, and this situation, judging from his hoarse voice, obviously lasted for a long time.

In the end, when all the vitality merged into the golden blue light group, Wang Mo's clear figure suddenly appeared on the spot, and the three golden lotuses on his head slowly rotated. on it.

Its face is even more unpredictable, sometimes peaceful, sometimes unwilling, sometimes loathsome, sometimes hateful, sometimes painful, sometimes ferocious!

And in the red light group on the side, more and more red threads began to float towards Wang Mo's side, and as his true energy circulated, they merged into his body.

"Open! Open! Open!" Suddenly, Wang Mo, who had been gritting his teeth to resist the pain, opened his mouth and shouted, and saw three golden lotus flowers on his head, turning suddenly, and then getting faster and faster, gradually losing the image of the lotus.

Under the rapid rotation of the gathering lotus, those red lines began to gather more and more, and the ferocious color on Wang Mo's face became more intense and spread.

However, this situation did not last long. The vitality vortex that was originally thought to be formed by the rapid rotation of the Juding lotus, under the sudden shock of Wang Mo's body, made a Weng Ran sound, and slowly stopped, revealing its inner strength. situation.

What was originally three golden lotus flowers suddenly turned into one, and inside it was a golden lotus pod the size of a bowl, with nine blue lotus seeds neatly arranged, surrounded by nine petals, crystal clear.

But what makes people feel weird is that there are traces of red lines around the huge lotus pod, and where the eyes touch, there is a sense of coldness.

But with the appearance of this strange lotus, Wang Mo, whose expression was changing, gradually calmed down, but there was a ferocious look on his face, which made people feel terrified.

Not long after, the lotus pod turned around, swished, and disappeared into the top of its head. Wang Mo, who had been sitting silently, suddenly opened his eyes, and two blood-colored cold lights shot out from them, arousing There was a cloud of dust in front of him.

"Hey hey hey!" A deep smile came out, although Wang Mo who was originally taciturn, under the cover of this, there was a bone-chilling chill.

However, this feeling came quickly, but it went quickly. I saw Wang Mo paused, his face showed doubts, and suddenly he said: "Go back!" Veins popped up on his face, as if he was in great pain.

"Huh!" After a while, Wang Mo breathed out a turbid breath, and his face regained his composure, but from his wrinkled moldy hair, it could be seen that his heart was not as good as his face.

And when his eyes are opened and closed, if he looks carefully, it is not difficult to see that there are traces of red flashes in the whites of his eyes, like bloodshot eyes, which makes people shudder.

Turning his head to look at the blood-colored light ball, there was a figure inside, quietly, without any movement. Seeing this scene, Wang Mo's originally expressionless face flashed with complex colors.

However, Wang Mo didn't stay silent for a long time, but stretched out his hand to scratch at the heart, and saw the bloodstains appeared, a ball of blood floated out, his hands pinched east one after another, and golden blue rays of light entered into it.

"Go!" I saw that the blood, after melting into the golden blue light, quickly floated towards the blood-colored figure, and fell straight to the sky spirit above his head, but disappeared with a whimper.

And as this mass of blood melted into it, the originally silent blood-colored figure suddenly trembled, as if struggling. Seeing this, Wang Mo's face showed a dignified expression, and he waved his hands one after another, streaks of golden-blue light shot out towards him. The bloody figure shrouded him.

More and more silk threads were added to the body, and the trembling and struggling figure of the blood-colored figure became more and more quiet. Seeing this, Wang Mo's eyes lit up, his consciousness erupted, and he leaned towards the blood-colored figure.

Following Wang Mo's actions, the blood-colored mist gradually merged into the blood-colored figure's body, revealing his figure. He was a boy with a handsome complexion, but his beard and hair were all red, which looked very strange.

But at this time, those formation disks seemed to lose their support, Guanghua stopped and fell to the pit below.

The spiritual consciousness penetrated into the top of the young man's head, and imprinted his own imprint on his sea of ​​spiritual consciousness. After doing all this, Wang Mo let out a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and looked at the young man with lingering fear.

It seems short, but the difference in cultivation base is too great. Fortunately, when he reached the foundation establishment stage, his spiritual consciousness skyrocketed again, and he was barely branded and banned. Otherwise, when the young man woke up, he would be the one to suffer.

Then, Wang Mo opened his mouth and spit out something, which was a ring. Looking at the ring in his palm, his eyes showed a look of memory, and he put it on his finger gently, took out a few pieces of clothing, dressed neatly, and then looked again at nothing. teenager.

This young man is none other than the blood-robed ancestor who was going to devour Wang Mo's soul before, and prepared to take away his blood-robed ancestor's body, but at this time, he was refined by the blood-robed ancestor into a kind of existence that is between a clone or a ghost. .

Thinking of the experience during this period of time, Wang Mo felt a chill. If it hadn't been for the mysterious purple-gold light group appearing in the sea of ​​consciousness, he might have already disappeared without a trace at this time.

As the instigator of this matter, the blood-robed patriarch, or Tang Zhenye, because of the involvement of the Zijin Guangtuan, was swallowed by Wang Mo in one fell swoop and inherited everything about Tang Zhenye.

Fortunately, with Tang Zhenye's aura in Wang Mo's spiritual consciousness and those experiences, he can be said to be handy in using the magic formula to restrain him.

This is why, Wang Mo understands the root cause of the prohibition of offering sacrifices to young men in blood robes. However, because Wang Mo's cultivation base is too low, he is far from meeting the standard. Although he can successfully sacrifice, he does not have enough strength to resist.

And this blood-robed boy with the characteristics of a sky ghost, according to the information he got in memory, is just the lowest level of a sky ghost, not even the lowest level, but even so, he still has the early stage of alchemy.

This is a state that Wang Mo can't reach at this time, and he can only sigh with regret. After all, if he wants to control angel ghosts, his cultivation base or the strength of his spiritual consciousness must at least have the state of a master of alchemy.

Under such circumstances, Wang Mo could only look at his eyes. From Tang Zhenye's memory, he was greedy for the extremely powerful killer, and there was no way to do it.

If it wasn't like this, he could have ordered the blood-robed boy to rush out of the ninth floor of the dungeon and kill him, so as to vent the uncontrollable killing intent in his heart.

Walking to the side of the young man, he took off the storage ring that originally belonged to Tang Zhenye from his hand, injected his spiritual consciousness into it, and because of the same breath, it was easy to replace the original spiritual consciousness of the blood-robed ancestor. In the ring, he swept through all the formations in the field one after another, put them away one by one, and then swallowed them in one gulp without even looking at them.