Retrograde fairy way

The seven people couldn't help but look at each other, but they have already arrived here, if they retreat like this, it would be just a joke.

"Let's go!" Mo Anhua couldn't help shouting when he saw that everyone's morale was a little low.

Hearing this, everyone was ashamed, obviously shocked by their previous performance. They were all Foundation Establishment cultivators.

"Tap Tap!"

In the empty cave, the sound of people's footsteps could be heard, and the reverberating echo was like howling ghosts and gods, stimulating their hearts all the time.

"When is this a head?"

About a quarter of an hour passed, but it seemed like a few days had passed for everyone. The dull feeling was really depressing. Lu Chongye, who was usually the most active, did not speak, but Chen Yixuan was the first to be unable to bear it.

"Head...head...head!"

But he didn't expect that it didn't matter that he complained, but the echo of his inhuman voice reverberated, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily.

When everyone came back to their senses, they couldn't help but glared at him angrily. That feeling was really unpleasant, as if it came from the bottom of their hearts.

"It's weird here, everyone be careful!" Although Mo Anhua was well-informed and cultivated, he was also shocked, not to mention other people. He was also quite annoyed by this, but more importantly, he The fear here can't help telling them.

Hearing the words, everyone cheered up and continued to go down. In this strange place everywhere, they really didn't have the courage to walk against the sky.

Fortunately, this section of the road was not as long as everyone imagined. After walking again for a short time, I saw a bright light coming from the front.

Seeing this bright light, everyone heaved a sigh of relief, the secret passage was finally coming to an end.

Tong Zhixuan commanded Tiewei to enter it first, and she didn't feel any danger in her consciousness, and said to everyone: "There is no problem inside!"

"Go!" Mo Anhua waved his hand, and everyone entered immediately.

"puff!"

Wang Mo only felt his body lighten, and when he looked back, he suddenly found that he had lost the traces of everyone. He couldn't help tightening the spirit sword in his hand. His epee was made of a special material and could not be easily shown to others. In addition, the Broken Gold Saber was given to Yang Wucai, so he could only use the sword that he didn't know before. The spirit sword from a foundation-building cultivator was sacrificed temporarily. ,

No shouting, no tension, Wang Mo seemed to have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this place, he took a few steps casually, the surrounding environment changed, and a red tile brick house appeared in the distance. Sitting there was a middle-aged man with a burly figure and half-white hair, who was smoking a dry cigarette one after another.

Seeing such a situation, even though Wang Mo's heart was extremely determined, the circles of his eyes turned red, and he almost shed tears, and subconsciously took a few steps forward.

When Xu Shi heard the movement, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, revealing a dark face full of vicissitudes. At first glance, he was almost similar to Wang Mo. When he saw Wang Mo coming, his eyes woke up and said: " My son is back, let dad see if he lost weight!"

The middle-aged man ran towards Wang Mo quickly, hugged the slightly sluggish Wang Mo, looked him up and down, and couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes.

And Wang Mo didn't resist at all, let the middle-aged man hug him, and closed his eyes slightly, as if enjoying it, but his eyelashes trembled slightly.

When the middle-aged man saw the spirit sword in Wang Mo's hand, he couldn't help but frown: "Son, what are you doing with this thing? Throw it away!"

After saying that, he grabbed the spirit sword, easily took the epee from Wang Mo's hand, and threw it aside with a clang.

Sensing the movement in his hand, Wang Mo glanced at the spirit sword slightly, his body trembled, and he was dragged into the courtyard by the middle-aged man.

Looking at the familiar grape trellis in the yard, the half-dead old sycamore tree, and the blooming clump of rose flowers, all of these are so familiar.

"Qing'er is back, hurry up and rest in the house, the food will be ready in a while!"

Suddenly, Wang Mo saw a woman walking out of the kitchen, her complexion was quite young, although she was dressed plainly, she couldn't hide her beauty, and she looked at him in surprise with an apron tied around her waist.

Seeing the woman's familiar face, a line of tears fell from the corner of Wang Mo's eyes, silently dripping into the dust under his feet, splashing a small dent, as if inadvertently touched the deepest string in his heart.

"Damn it, cook more delicious food, I want to have a drink with my son today!" The middle-aged man grinned and said in a full-fledged manner.

"It's up to you to say, Qing'er will eat well when he comes back!" The pretty woman cast a sidelong glance at the middle-aged man, and said unhappily, but the sweetness in that look was undoubtedly revealed.

Wang Mo seemed to have lost his soul, and let the middle-aged man pull him into the house, only to see that several dishes had been placed on the table, and there was also wine in emerald green glass bottles that had been opened a long time ago.

In the snow-white porcelain basin are fried golden chicken nuggets, a plate of red peanuts, mixed with sweet sauce, and a plate of crispy green jade melon slices, and white, tender, and yellow eggs. The combination is so harmonious.

Wang Mo sat down slowly, watching the middle-aged man happily fill up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp, just as he remembered, still so bold.

"Look at you, Qing'er, hurry up and eat!" At this time, the woman walked into the room with a big steaming bowl, seeing the middle-aged man drinking by himself, she couldn't help but glared at him angrily. After one glance, he turned to look at Wang Mo kindly.

Putting the big bowl in her hand away, the woman sat beside Wang Mo, served him a full night's worth of food, and then took out a snow-white steamed bun from the side and handed it to him: "Qing'er, you haven't been home for a long time. , hurry up and eat!"

Wang Mo looked at the woman intently, without taking the steamed buns, as if he wanted to imprint her in his eyes, mind, and mind.

Seeing Wang Mo just looking at it like this, the middle-aged man who was only drinking himself couldn't help but stare: "What are you doing, kid? Tell you not to eat, why are you staring at your mother all the time?"

"Hmph, drink your bar, Qing'er finally came back from graduation, and hasn't seen my mother for many years, why don't you take a few more glances?" The woman seemed to be unable to see others treating Wang Mo badly, even if she Neither can the old man, he glared at him and scolded the middle-aged man.

Seeing the woman was angry, the middle-aged man twitched his cheeks, and secretly cast a distressing look at Wang Mo, seeing that Wang Mo ignored him, still staring at the woman, he couldn't help raising his glass and drank it down in a slightly embarrassed way.

Seeing this scene, Wang Mo subconsciously picked up the wine glass, but did not drink it, but the tears fell silently, drop by drop into the wine glass in his hand, causing slight ripples.

Seeing Wang Mo crying, the woman couldn't help showing anxiety: "What's the matter, Qing'er, but the food you cooked for mother isn't delicious?"

As he spoke, he put some vegetables in his mouth and chewed them a few times, and said to himself: "No, the saltiness is just right. Could it be that Qing'er has been out for a few years, and his taste has changed?"

"Hey!"

Suddenly, Wang Mo sighed, looked at the cup containing the light yellow wine in his hand, silently put it on the table, and took a serious look at the two of them.

"What's the matter, Qing'er?" The woman couldn't help asking in surprise.

"What are you talking about, kid?" The middle-aged man sensed that something was wrong with Wang Mo, so he couldn't help but put down the wine glass in his hand, frowning tightly, and said in a deep voice.

Wang Mo stood up and looked at the two of them sadly: "No matter who you are, thank you for allowing me to relive this long-lost warmth again!"

As he spoke, Wang Mo bowed slowly to the two of them, and actually performed a big salute.

"Hmph, you bastard, you have been away for a few years, and you have learned some crooked ways. How dare you go home and do the same with your father?" The middle-aged man opened his eyes, slammed the table, and glared at Wang Modao.

"Qing'er..." The woman also looked at Wang Mo worriedly.

"But you are not them!" Wang Mo paused, and said slowly, with a flash of struggle in his eyes, if he could, he really wanted to get drunk, but he still had a lot of things to do.

Looking up to the sky and sighing, Wang Mo slowly closed his eyes, and a blue-gold light suddenly appeared all over his body, shining brightly around him.

The two people who were looking at Wang Mo originally did not move at all under the blue-golden light, and time seemed to stand still, making this picture frozen here forever.

"Hey!"

Wang Mo let out a long sigh, and the blue-golden light around his body surged again, and the middle-aged man and the woman faded away in the golden light, and finally turned into a little bit of starlight, faded away, and disappeared.

Following the disappearance of the two, the table, the food and drink, the house, and then the entire yard, suddenly the scene changed. Wang Mo saw that he was in a hall.

And he stood at the entrance, threw his spirit sword under his feet, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and picked it up.

With the epee in hand, the restless heart calmed down again.

"what!"

"Oh, uh!"

"Oh!"

"No, no!"

"I'm going to kill you, kill you!"

Unbearable voices came, Wang Mo couldn't help but frowned, but saw Mo Anhua and the others sitting or standing, or lying down, full of ugliness, only fourteen red-clothed iron guards stood quietly , there was no movement, obviously this near-dead thing was not affected by the phantom array.

Looking at it, there are nine surrounding pillars with intricate patterns, and one of them has an obvious crack.

Seeing Mo Anhua with his eyes closed and his face domineering, as if he was enjoying the supreme position, Wang Mo's eyes flickered coldly for a few times, but he didn't make a move.

He walked quickly to Hanyan, whose face was full of tears, pale with fear and ferocity, and exclaimed in surprise, stretched out one hand, and pointed to the center of his brow.

A blue-gold brilliance flashed suddenly, and Han Yan, who had been trembling, slowly opened his eyes, his pale complexion could not conceal the fear in his eyes, his seductive chest fluctuated, and he glanced around with lingering fear, as intelligent as She naturally knew what happened just now, and looked at Wang Mo gratefully: "Thank you, Brother Wang, for saving me!"

"It's okay, it's just a matter of raising your hands!" Wang Mo waved his hand slightly, turned around and walked towards Tong Zhixuan.

Suddenly, Wang Mo felt the cold air behind him soar, and turned around to look, but saw Hanyan walking towards Mo Anhua with a cold face, a white skate in his hand, which was about to pierce Mo Anhua.

Wang Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he casually waved a beam of true energy, pointing at the ice blade in Han Yan's hand.

"Dang!"

"Why don't you let me kill them?" Caught off guard, the ice blade in her hand was knocked to the ground, Han Yan suddenly looked back, her beautiful eyes said coldly, facing hatred, seeing a god-given opportunity before her eyes, no matter how smart she is, it is always like this impulse.