Retrograde fairy way

Suddenly a brilliant light flashed outside Longpan Mountain, and several figures within it gradually became clear.

"Looks like this is it, I hope you don't let me down!" The leader is wearing a blue robe and a red gold crown on his head. The white-faced and beardless old man frowned slightly as he looked down. A master of alchemy.

After finishing speaking, lightly tap the flying sword magic weapon under his feet, and it falls down.

Just when the people behind him were looking down with joy, and the old man in blue looked relaxed, countless wind blades suddenly appeared in midair, shooting towards the five people.

Seeing this situation, the blue-clothed old man's face remained unchanged, but he softly snorted: "Hmph!"

The four people behind him, who seemed to be younger generations, did not show any fear. These are just elementary wind blades, and they are far from a threat to the monks who are at least in the early stage of foundation establishment.

No one in the group just let go of their vitality and rushed inward, without any scruples about the overwhelming wind blades.

But in the blink of an eye, the few people were a little overwhelmed.

A wave of wind blades seems to be endless, and the power begins to gradually increase, from time to time it is a fire blade, from time to time it is an ice blade, and even a golden blade appears in the end.

Several people had no choice but to take out their defensive spirit weapons, and saw a series of vitality flashes of different colors, blocking all kinds of sharp blades.

The blue-clothed old man's complexion darkened, and his spiritual consciousness suddenly burst out. From his gradually gloomy face, it can be seen that the effect is not as good as expected: "Unexpectedly, this sect also sometimes misjudged!"

"Master, what should we do?" A middle-aged man behind him asked the old man in blue while resisting the attack of the wind blade.

"It's okay, it's just formations. Although I don't have a deep study of formations as a teacher, I still know something about them. These formations are just second-order formations. If you hit the front with all your strength, it is enough to break it. !” The blue-robed grandmaster swore in his face, and pointed in front of several people.

"Yes, Master!"

"yes!…"

The few people who had already been harassed by the wind blade answered yes repeatedly, and their subordinates did not dare to neglect, they used all their strength to spurt towards that place.

"Boom!"

……

"Huh?" Wang Mo frowned slightly. Just now, his heart suddenly felt uneasy, and he looked up to the sky, but he saw that the sky was still clear and clear, and there was no clue at all.

But for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it out. Such a feeling of being unable to express it made him feel tight in his chest.

"Did fellow Daoist Wang discover something?" Pang Tuli couldn't help asking when he saw Wang Mo's pensive expression.

"How can I find anything with this level of cultivation, I'm just impatient!" Wang Mo's face softened, and he said nonsense.

"Hehe, Wang Daoyou has such a cultivation level at such a young age. I really admire it, but we are almost there. Back then, my senior brother and I searched here for several months!" It's not easy to ask, I think I'm just young, and I can't help but talk about what happened back then.

"Both of you are powerful men, so it's natural for me..." Wang Mo just wanted to say a few words to cover up his previous gaffe, not wanting to be interrupted by a voice.

"Fizz!"

The two heard the voice all the way, and they were naturally very familiar. They looked at each other and hurried forward.

Passing through a stone forest, you can see the small body of the emerald golden python hovering, staring at a stone gate ahead.

To be exact, he was staring at the floating ball of light in front of Shimen, which was the spirit lock plate that the two of them had been tracking.

Ponturi's eyes flashed with joy, his complexion changed several times, his consciousness quietly protruded, his hands quickly made a gesture, and the emerald green banana fan that had been pinned to his waist suddenly shot out, blowing up against the wind.

Ponturi grabbed the fan with one hand, and looked at Wang Mo with a ferocious face: "Die!"

"Call 1"

Seeing the flames appearing in front of him, feeling the fiery meaning coming from within, a sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Mo's mouth, and he slapped the storage bag on his waist, and the epee appeared in his hand instantly.

But Wang Mo didn't go to attack Ponturi, he suddenly exerted force under his feet, raised his epee high and slashed at the emerald golden python.

The emerald golden python is a different kind of primordial beast, and its own spiritual consciousness is also very alert. When it sensed the strong wind attacking its body, its body suddenly tightened, and its back arched like a fully drawn bow. Before Wang Mo's heavy sword approached him At the moment, it turned into a green arrow and rushed aside.

"Dare!" Pontuli felt sorry for the Cuijin Python the most on weekdays, but before he saw that Wang Mo's mind seemed to be attracted by the spirit lock plate, he suddenly killed him.

But he didn't want Wang Mo's figure to be too fast, and he lost track under his attack in the blink of an eye. When he found it again, he saw Wang Mo's epee slashing straight at the emerald golden python. How could this not make him anxious?

Fortunately, the emerald golden python is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Although Wang Mo's sword cut was too sudden, as a primordial beast, he was born with a strong sense of danger, and he avoided being killed by the heavy sword at the very moment. crisis.

"Boom!"

A sword slashed through the sky, gravel shot out, and dust and mist rose all over the sky.

But the two people present are both foundation-building cultivation bases, how can a little dust block their spiritual consciousness.

Seeing that the emerald golden python escaped the thunderbolt, Pangtuli felt relieved, and looked at Wang Mo with more ferocious eyes. He patted the storage bag on his waist, took out an emerald green paper talisman, and tapped his finger to stimulate Wang Moluo. go.

Wang Mo scanned the paper talisman with his consciousness, and his face tightened: "Second-order spiritual talisman bloodthirsty vine!"

Before he had time to think about it, he quickly stepped back, but there was a stone gate behind him, and there was no way to retreat, so he felt his feet shaking violently.

"Crackling!"

On the hard rocky ground, cracks flashed one after another, and huge vines tumbled out. The surface was covered with hard barbs and sharp blades, glowing with a faint red light, making the black vines even more terrifying.

"Crack!"

As soon as the vine appeared, it quickly whipped or entwined towards Wang Mo, like a living thing.

"Huh!" Wang Mo looked at the ferocious vines, snorted slightly, and threw out dozens of paper symbols with shaking hands, turning them into fireballs and pounced on the bloodthirsty vines. It's just right.

But these are just the bloodthirsty vines transformed by the first-level spells on the upper-level second-level talismans, and the effect is not very obvious.

There was a sneer at the corner of Pontuli's mouth, as if he had seen Wang Mo struggling to death. This is a second-order high-level magic talisman that he spent a lot of resources on. There are some changes in this trip, so I can only use it reluctantly.

Waves of heat rolled the air, mixed with a stench. Although the dozens of fireballs did not pose an effective threat to the bloodthirsty vine, it seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and the vines became slightly slow when dancing.

"Drink!" Wang Mo drank intently, with the epee on his back, and his left hand quickly stretched out. With the flashes of blue-gold lightning, a burst of terrifying aura emanated.

"Not good!" Ponturi, who had been paying attention to the situation in the field, thought that he could trap Wang Mo to death with a second-order magic talisman, but he didn't expect him to have such a high-end spell.

Gently touch the green golden python, the two have already connected with each other, and saw it bowed, leaped from Pontuli's arms, and fell towards the bloodthirsty vine.

The small blue eyes stared at Wang Mo, as if remembering the fear brought to it by Wang Mo's sword before, suddenly opened his mouth wide, and poked forward.

A cloud of gray mist mixed with dark green shot towards Wang Mohou.

At this time, a giant palm shining with blue-golden light in front of Wang Mo had already taken shape. Seeing the gray fog coming, Wang Mo did not hesitate, and pushed his palm forward. go.

Boom!

Although the bloodthirsty vine was extremely flexible, it was an illusion of magic after all, and it was not comparable to a real living thing. When the giant palm was approaching, it still swung at Wang Mo with its teeth and claws, and did not make an effective defense.

The smoke and dust filled the air, mixed with a disgusting smell, and a figure flashed suddenly, waving the heavy sword in his hand, chopping off the few remaining bloodthirsty vines that were still attacking him. Cuijin python.

The power of the blow made Pontuli feel awe-inspiring, but at this time the Cuijin Python was being chased by Wang Mo, but he didn't care about his thoughts, he flipped the banana fan on his wrist and quickly raised it, waving small wind cones towards Wang Mo Mo stabbed, wanting to buy time for the Cuijin Python to escape.

He had seen how terrifying Wang Mo's speed was before!

Feeling the pressure from the wind cone, Wang Mo was not arrogant enough to use his physical body to shake him hard. His figure slowed down slightly, but his hands were not slow. With a flick of the epee, he slashed straight at him who was about to escape his attack. range of golden pythons.

Although the Cuijin Python is very talented, but among the beasts of the same level, its physical body is really not strong. Facing Wang Mo's strange power, although there is Pang Tuli standing in the way, he escaped the catastrophe of being broken. , was still slashed by Wang Mo's sword in the back of the tail, and there was a roar when the epee fell, covering the scream of the emerald golden python.

It's a long story, but it's just the blink of an eye.

Wang Mo didn't go after the injured Cuijin python, he twisted his body and leaped up slightly, holding the spirit lock disk whose brilliance was gradually fading in his hand, and fixedly looked at Pang Tuli.

Looking at the spirit lock plate in Wang Mo's hand, Pangtu's expression was gloomy and uncertain for a while, he touched the screaming emerald green python in his arms with a little distress, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Don't blame Wang Daoyou, it's just that the inside is too dangerous. This deity just wanted to test your cultivation, why did you hurt my baby?"

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Pang was joking. I just want to test the strength of the Cuijin Python, but I didn't expect it to be so useless!" Seeing that Pang Tuli's momentum slowed down, Wang Mo was not aggressive. It's weird, but it's better to have someone lead the way.

"Haha, where did the words come from? Daoyou Wang's cultivation in the early stage of foundation establishment cut the emerald golden python so easily. It can be seen that what he has learned is profound. I don't know where it came from?" His heart trembled, and he pretended not to ask when he was outside, but this time he deliberately pointed it out, so what if it wasn't to remind him?

"I'm just a casual cultivator in the mountains. It can't compare to Fellow Daoist Pang who came from a sect and has such a strange beast to protect him!" Wang Mo grinned, but he didn't say a single nutritious word.

Just when the two were thinking about how to deal with it, another person's voice suddenly sounded in the field, and fear suddenly rose in the hearts of the other two, and the meaning of his words made them even more astonished.