Retrograde fairy way

"It's you!"

Seeing the person coming, Mo Anhua's eyes were full of disbelief. He never imagined that the person who attacked him from behind would be Han Changshuo.

I saw a crimson spirit sword exuding blazing sharpness, and it went straight to the vitality shield on Mo Anhua's back. The vitality shield shook violently for a while, half of the spirit sword was buried in it, and it was about to pierce into the back Back, obviously under this blow, the defensive cover is already crumbling.

"Hmph, you bastard, do you think I don't know what you did to Ying'er?" The man was obviously his second junior brother Han Changshuo, but according to his words, he was killed because of Chen Ying.

"Chance!"

Seeing this scene, although he was a bit surprised, Wang Mo knew that the opportunity must not be missed. He pointed at the Golden Cone and forced Song Yanhui and the others back. A blue light flashed on his forehead, and an invisible wave was sent out instantly.

Mo Anhua, who was resisting the crimson spirit sword with his true energy and rain cover running at full strength, only felt a sharp pain in his mind. In an instant, his true energy failed to function well, and his vitality mask dimmed for a while.

"Pfft!"

The Scarlet Spirit Sword, which had been in a stalemate with him, protruded directly from his back and pierced his chest. Han Changshuo looked at Mo Anhua with a grim face, and with more force, he pierced Mo Anhua's chest one after another.

Mo Anhua, who had been stunned for a short period of time after being stabbed by concentration, suddenly opened his eyes wide, feeling the trauma from his body, and there was a look of madness in his eyes: "You guys forced me!"

While speaking, a slightly irregular inner alchemy suddenly shot out from his mouth, flashing red, green and yellow lights, and hit Han Changshuo in the blink of an eye.

"Oh!"

Unprepared, Han Changshuo was hit head-on by the fake pill. Facing the fake pill, which was not weaker than the grandmaster's [-]% blow power, his chest was sunken immediately, and the defensive spirit clothing on his body turned into pieces of rags.

Immediately, the body was thrown straight back and flew out!

"Brother Han!" Chen Ying, who was taking care of her younger brother, couldn't help crying out sadly when she saw Han Changshuo's miserable condition. It was obvious that the two had an unusual relationship.

Hearing this shout, the people who had besieged Wang Mo couldn't help but pause, trying to see what happened.

Han Yan's eyes flashed from the side, and the cold air suddenly broke out on his body. With a light wave of his jade hand, he slapped Song Yanhui, who was caught off guard, flying away.

The Xuanyin True Qi contained in it directly froze it into an ice sculpture. Although Song Yanhui, a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, would not die, it temporarily made him lose his movements. What's more, the direction he flew out of was, It is the boiling magma pool.

In astonishment, the few people who discovered the accident did not have time to rescue them.

"Hey, let's die together!"

Mo Anhua was covered in blood, and looked at everyone with a ferocious face. The three transparent holes on his chest were so conspicuous.

This kind of injury, not to mention the foundation-building monks, even the alchemy monks, can't make up for the physical body, unless they find a spirit pill above the fourth rank, it is possible.

And this level of panacea, not to mention Mo Anhua, even his teacher Tong Yansu, is unlikely to be easily obtained.

In desperation, Mo Anhua actually hated everyone.

While speaking, he saw the fake pill on the top of his head turn around, and his vitality exploded violently.

Judging from the situation, it is obvious that the fake pill is going to be self-destructed. If the fake pill explodes, it will be enough to collapse the place, and when the magma erupts, no one can escape.

The successive changes made everyone at a loss as to what to do for a while. Looking at the fake pill emitting terrifying fluctuations, they all stared wide-eyed, showing fear and despair.

Only Han Yan, a flash of relief flashed in his eyes, maybe thinking that he would not have to face the bad luck that would come at an unknown time, but he closed his eyes slowly, waiting for death to come.

But after waiting for a while, there was no movement, Dai Mei frowned slightly in surprise, and looked around.

But I saw a pocket-shaped treasure emitting a strange dark red light, covering the fake pill in it, and the fake pill collided violently in it, but it couldn't come out, emitting red smoke from time to time.

In a node of the pocket, a jade stone the size of a thumb belly is the most conspicuous.

Han Yan couldn't help looking around, and saw that everyone was looking at Wang Mo, with the look of the rest of their lives after a catastrophe.

But Wang Moyi didn't have time to take care of them. He looked solemnly at the bag and fake pills entangled in mid-air, and quickly made a formula with both hands, breaking into it with multiple restraints, and suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Quick, kill him!"

At this moment, he went all out and couldn't concentrate on killing Mo Anhua, so he had to let everyone take action. If they still couldn't see the situation clearly, he could only let go and escape by himself.

With the physical strength of his current five elements, it is enough to withstand this wave of explosions and take it out to ascend to heaven.

Hearing this, when the crowd didn't know whether to shoot or not for a moment, a silver spear suddenly shot at Mo Anhua, who had a hideous face, and shot through his head suddenly.

When Mo Anhua's head was broken, the red, white, yellow and other bloody objects were all covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and the headless corpse fell backwards straight.

The fake pill that was originally entangled with the strange bag in mid-air seemed to have lost its source of power. After a few laps, it was enveloped by the bag, and there was no more movement.

Wang Mo waved his hand to take back the treasure, nodded slightly to Hanyan, and then walked towards Mo Anhua's corpse.

He took the storage bag into his hand, stabbed it with concentration, knocked away the last bit of his spiritual imprint, and searched in it.

After a while, Wang Mo looked at Mo Anhua's body with a gloomy expression, his eyes flickered for a while, and finally put his body into the storage bag with a wave of his hand.

Turning his head to look at the crowd, he said slowly: "I know that you have many doubts in your mind, let's go to the top to talk!"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and signaled everyone to leave.

For a while, several people didn't know what to do.

Han Yan whispered from the side: "Brothers, go up there!"

After speaking, he took the lead to go out of the cave.

The crowd had no choice but to keep up. Before leaving, Lu Chongye gave Wang Mo a complicated look, walked to the dead Han Changshuo, and picked him up.

Chen Ying helped Chen Yixuan up with a slightly dazed expression, and followed her out.

Seeing that everyone had already walked out, Wang Mo slowly scanned around the messy cave, his figure rose and fell several times, embedded a dozen arrays in the surrounding stone walls and underground again, and concealed them according to the law.

Then put the Moon Blade and the Giant Spirit Mountain not far away into the storage bag, and then the body flashed and swept out of the cave.

. . . . . .

Outside Wang Modong's mansion, everyone sat or stood with different expressions, only the goddess Hanyan looked indifferent.

Seeing Wang Mo coming, Lu Chongye cupped his hands and said, "Little... Brother Wang, do you know if there is a way to get rid of it?"

Wang Mo looked at Han Yan, saw him nodding to himself, and knew that Han Yan had told him everything, so he said in a deep voice, "Fellow daoists, wait a moment, let me have a try!"

After finishing speaking, he plunged into the cave and opened the restriction to prevent everyone from prying.

Seeing this, the few people couldn't ask too many questions and could only wait quietly.

Inside the cave, Wang Mo grabbed the storage bag obtained from Mo Anhua, and took out something from it, which was Mo Anhua's headless body.

"Hey, I didn't expect to take this step!" Wang Mo shook his head slightly and sighed, showing helplessness on his face.

Then his complexion changed, he patted the storage bag on his waist, and took out a jet black as ink, about the size of a millstone, with a strange black glow shining on it.

Quickly make a tactic with both hands, pointing to the formation plate, and stimulate the node of the upper formation, and in a whoosh, you can see the black glow on it, and a bloody aura seeps out faintly.

Seeing that the formation disk was activated, Wang Mo's eyes flashed, and with a wave of his giant hand, he picked up Mo Anhua's body and placed it on the formation disk. After leaving the giant hand, he saw that the corpse was floating in the air strangely.

With a flick of the finger, a drop of blood was shot into the formation disk, and as the blood entered, the black mist in the formation disk seemed to be stimulated, and instantly gushed out.

A puff of black mist that looked like a ghost shadow rushed towards the corpse in the sky with its fangs and claws. After encountering the black mist, the corpse quickly melted and disappeared in the black mist in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, Wang Mo patted the storage bag, and took out a pocket, which was the treasure that held the fake pill before.

With a flick of his wrist, he threw the fake pill into the black mist.

"Chichi!"

Like boiling water falling into boiling oil, a powerful wave came out in an instant.

Wang Mo didn't dare to neglect in the slightest, staring at the movement in the black mist, seeing this, he couldn't help making a quick tactic with both hands, shooting one after another of true energy into it, and shouted loudly: "Gather the resentment, refine the blood to chase the soul! "

In an instant, a cloudy wind was born out of thin air, and the black mist rolled and floated, letting out a howl of ghosts and gods, slowly extending, and finally turned into a phantom.

Wang Mo didn't notice the change in the air at all, he just looked at the phantom and said indifferently: "Tell me the method of sacrificial refining, Wang will let you into reincarnation!"

This array is the basic array of blood refining and chasing souls. It is the most useful for refining souls and searching for souls, but it is the most vicious and harmful to heaven and harmony.

Judging from Wang Mo's expression, it seemed as if he wanted to talk to this phantom, and it seemed that this phantom was transformed by Mo Anhua's ghost.

"Jie Jie, Wang Mo, you will not end well. I am waiting for you on Huangquan Road!" What is creepy is that the phantom actually spoke. Listening to its voice, it was just a little hoarse with fear.

He didn't want to just disappear. After all, both mortals and monks believe that the soul can be reincarnated after death, but if it doesn't dissipate after being sacrificed, it's okay to say, if it is directly erased by searching for the soul, it will be the last point in the world. The imprint is lost, and there is no chance of reincarnation.

"Hehe, people are mortal, but Wang is not afraid, but you won't be able to see him!" Hearing this, Wang Mo's face was indifferent, and he popped out a true essence with his fingers, and shot it into the array.

All of a sudden, the brilliance of the array was brilliant, as if something was being polished, and the phantom, which was already faint, began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ah, what are you doing... what... stop... stop... Wang Mo, you are so... vicious... I... I say!" , Gradually scattered, the severe pain in the soul and the fear of disappearing completely made it beg for mercy.