Retrograde fairy way

"Who are you?" There was such a big commotion in the casting hall. Although the rest of the strongmen guarding the shop rushed here at the fastest speed, they only saw a figure in green clothes standing, and everything was a mess in the eyes. , Li Chengfeng was covered in blood, he groaned slightly as he breathed in more and outgas less, while Li Liu was lying in the corner of the wall with blood stains under his body.

Seeing such a tragic situation, how could they not be surprised and angry. What surprised them was that the visitor came so quickly. Li Chengfeng, who was in the late stage of Qi refining, beat Li Chengfeng to death. Someone dared to call the door.

Regarding the arrival of several people, Wang Mo has already noticed that his powerful spiritual consciousness, these people have nothing to hide in front of him, they are just three monks in the late stage of Qi refining, and the strongest one is only at the ninth level of Qi refining. Saying that he is currently building a foundation, even if he has not made a breakthrough, it is not taken seriously.

Without any nonsense, he rubbed his body, like a mortal warrior, swung the heavy sword, and threw it at one of the middle-aged monks.

When the few people saw Wang Mo's action without saying a word, their faces changed. As monks, their spiritual sense had already become a part of their lives. When they first met Wang Mo, they stretched out their spiritual sense to check Wang Mo's cultivation. Mo's spiritual body was extremely introverted, and when their spiritual sense touched Wang Mo's body, it was like mud falling into the sea, without splashing the slightest ripple.

But looking at Wang Mo's face, he looked like a young man. These people thought that Wang Mo was just carrying some treasures to cover up his cultivation. Even if his cultivation was advanced, how high could he be?

Maybe they have lived comfortably for a long time, but they didn't even think about the death of Li Chengfeng, a monk of the same level as them, and they had to feel sad for them!

But at this time, Wang Mo's epee fell, and the power contained in it was like a giant mountain pressing down on the top. The sound of wind and thunder made several people feel suffocated. With ugly faces, they hurriedly activated their protective treasures and took out their defenses. Fu Zhuan defends against the enemy.

Wang Mo's speed was so fast, and the distance was so close. Before they could arouse the magic weapon, they only had time to fill their bodies with vitality, and they were already in front of them.

In the eyes of the middle-aged cultivator's astonishment, despair, and panic, the epee slashed down, and the thin layer of green vitality mask turned into a little bit of brilliance in a bang, which did not block the epee for a moment. The sword split it in half from the top of the head to the heel, and the blood was scattered all over the ground.

Wang Mo's wrist flicked and turned non-stop, and under the horrified gaze of the monk on the right, he swept out with a sword.

Fortunately, he shot at the middle-aged monk first, so he had time to take out a few defensive talismans, and a few flashes of light of different colors were able to withstand Wang Mo's blow.

However, he was still slapped flying by the great force of the epee, and rolled far away, but Wang Mo did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, and slashed at the monk beside him again with a wave of his hand.

Facing physical practitioners, Faxiu fought at such a close range. If he did not have good defense methods, he would be seeking his own death. What's more, their cultivation was far inferior to Wang Mo at this time.

The cultivator had two previous companions to delay Wang Mo's action, but he sat on the defense, and sacrificed a magic weapon sword emitting a faint golden light, and beheaded Wang Mo.

Wang Mo's spiritual sense is so powerful, although the speed of the magic weapon's slashing speed is extremely fast, under the induction of his spiritual sense, it is like jogging. With a flick of his wrist, the epee changed from slashing to stabbing, and pointed straight at the precious sword. The handle is half a foot away.

"Crack! Dang!"

I saw that the sword broke in response to the sound, and made a heavy blow. The monk who was connected with the magic weapon suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was as pale as paper, and he looked at Wang Mo with eyes full of horror, and opened his mouth to beg for mercy.

But Wang Mo didn't give him a chance, the epee slashed across the space, the opponent's mind was shaken, the vitality shield was already so fragile that it would shatter when touched, and the monk stepped into the footsteps of his companions.

As a craftsman, he naturally understands the fragility of a magical weapon, and his cultivation is far superior to the opponent's, and the material of the heavy sword is extremely hard, so it is inevitable to encounter it.

The cultivator who was chopped off by him before managed to suppress his blood pressure. Seeing such a scene, his pupils shrank suddenly. Although the three of them were all late-stage cultivators of Qi refining, he was the one with the highest level of cultivation. Nine levels of cultivation, in order to save life.

Even so, there was a surge of qi and blood, and he suffered serious internal injuries. With his eyesight, he couldn't see that Wang Mo's method was to build a foundation.

Feeling Wang Mo's gaze, thinking of the recent rumors in the casting hall, his eyes rolled down, and he immediately bowed and said: "The venerable has a high level of cultivation, this junior knows that he is not your opponent, and wants to use a sum of wealth to buy his life , I wonder what the seniors think?"

Hearing his words, Wang Mo's heart skipped a beat. The epee that was about to be swung again paused, but he turned it on his back and looked at the monk.

Seeing this, the monk's eyes showed joy, and he said immediately: "Senior, please come here, the back hall inside is the place where many precious materials are stored, and I hope that the senior will let the younger one go when he gets the treasure!"

Even though Wang Mo's face is extremely young, this monk calls him a senior, but he is very familiar with it, as if he has practiced it countless times, and he is obviously a person with a clear mind.

"Lead the way!" Without saying too much, Wang Mo calculated the time in his mind. As long as the movement over there did not weaken, he could continue to search. Unexpectedly, someone came to obstruct him. After speaking, he waved to the two lying on the ground, and saw The storage bag at his waist floated towards Wang Mo out of thin air, as if supported by something.

After dealing with all these, he followed this monk and went to the back hall. He has always been frugal, and waste is not a good habit!

After turning around a few courtyard gates, I came to a hidden place. Even though there were many guards, after the monk showed a token, the guard glanced at Wang Mo and was about to ask, but the monk was in Wang Mo's house. From an invisible angle, he made a secret gesture, seeing this, the guard let him go.

Wang Mo seemed to be ignorant of the trickery between the two of them. Following the monk, the two of them went straight to that place without hindrance.

These guards, because of guarding the important area, are not allowed to leave their posts without authorization even if there is a mess in front of them, but they don't know that in the front courtyards, those who built the refining hall were all beheaded by Wang Mo.

The monk came to the door, took out a jade talisman, and made a formula with both hands. He saw a few blue vitality flashing by, and then saw the jade talisman float up and fall towards a recess on the door. Suddenly, a faint blue brilliance disappeared, and the stone door slowly opened with a creaking sound.

"My lord, the treasure is inside, please!" Seeing that the stone door opened, the monk turned and said to Wang Mo.

But Wang Mo didn't enter in a hurry, but gave him a fixed look without saying a word.

Although it was only for a few moments, the monk was quite uncomfortable being stared at by Wang Mo, as if to cover up his embarrassment, he pretended to smile and said: "Look at my memory, this junior will show you the way!"

After finishing speaking, he went to the stone gate!

Wang Mo looked at the back of the man, the strange color on his face flashed away, and then he followed!

After passing through several aisles, I came to a gate again. Looking at the densely patterned and rather complicated appearance on it, I knew that there must be a forbidden formation hidden on it.

Sure enough, when he came to the door, the monk took out another scarlet jade tablet, and after a while of formulas, the door opened.

Looking around, they are all neatly stacked, rows of exquisite wooden boxes, and inside, there is a three-layer iron frame, from top to bottom, the treasures of the Six Constructions are placed.

With Wang Mo's eyesight, he recognized at a glance that the six treasures were all at the level of spiritual weapons. Looking at the fluctuations in his body's vitality, they were obviously not ordinary spiritual weapons. Many treasures attracted attention.

Many of these things can be used by him, but most of the treasures obtained from the two powerhouses can only be watched and cannot be used because of their low cultivation.

"My lord, the things are here, can you let the younger generation go?" Seeing Wang Mo attracted by the treasures in the treasury, the monk's face flashed with joy, but he immediately regained his composure and said respectfully.

Wang Mo's eyes were still staring at the many treasures inside. Hearing what he said, he just nodded slightly, as if he was attracted by the treasures and didn't care about the monk's fate.

Seeing this, the cultivator couldn't hide the joy in his eyes anymore, saluted Wang Mo again, got up and was about to go back the way he came, just when he was only a few steps away from Wang Mo, when his face showed hatred, suddenly Feeling a chill on his chest, when he looked down, he saw a cyan sword point protruding from his chest, he tilted his head, and lost his breath.

And the instigator of this matter, Wang Mo, shook his wrist slightly, shook off the corpse from the epee, put it back into the ring, took out the storage bag from the corpse, and then stepped into it.

After Tang Zhenye failed to seize the house, he inherited all his memories. Wang Mo, who was not a fool at all, was really like those old monsters, with a mind like a monster.

The treasury here is so secretive and strict, even if there is that person leading the way and an identity token, it is not so easy to enter.

What's more, the gates here require special restrictions to enter, and they can naturally be closed.

That cultivator deceived Wang Mo to come here, obviously he didn't have any good intentions, he wanted to leave because Wang Mo was attracted by the treasure, so as to trap Wang Mo in the treasure house.

How powerful Wang Mo's spiritual consciousness is, he has already seen his every move in his heart, so he will not let go of this little thought.

Without too much delay, Wang Mo waved out one after another of his true energy, and put many treasures into the storage ring one by one. Fortunately, the storage ring has a large enough space, but it is impossible to fit it.

When he walked past a wooden box, his spiritual consciousness swept across the room, but his hand movements were slightly slow, and he opened it with shaking hands, but he saw two stacks of talisman papers neatly placed inside. Seeing these, Wang Mo's eyes lit up, and he looked up at the empty treasure house in front of him, and a thought suddenly came to his mind.