Retrograde fairy way

A year later, Wang Mo, who was sitting upright in the process of cultivation, suddenly frowned, his face suddenly tightened, and then turned pale.

But seeing his complexion alternately red and pale, and the veins on his forehead twitching, it is obvious that he is restraining something.

Half an hour later, Wang Mo slowly opened his eyes, let out a mouthful of turbid air, and muttered to himself, "It's so good!"

When he was practicing just now, he only felt a sharp pain in his body for no reason, which almost made him go mad.

But after a search with his spiritual sense, he couldn't find any clues.

Then his complexion became gloomy, his eyes flickered for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth fiercely, and slapped the storage bag suddenly.

A chill blew through the air, and a black curtain emerged, which was the demon pocket.

The black mist surged on it, and its ear-piercing and hoarse voice came out: "Boy Mo, why are you looking for this demon?"

"Demon Spirit, use your special ability to check if there are any special restrictions on me!" Wang Mo said with his eyes fixed.

The black mist above the demon pocket surged for a while, and he seemed a little hesitant, but he still replied: "Okay!"

"Come on!" Wang Mo said in a deep voice.

But in his heart, he was prepared to take precautions, and was ready to use his true energy at any time, so that as long as the demon spirit dared to make any changes, it would wipe out its spiritual wisdom.

Hearing that the demon spirit pocket spread out and slowly attached to Wang Mo's body, there was a strange fluctuation on it, which was indescribably weird.

Wang Mo could feel the cold air surging in his body, but he frowned slightly but didn't say much, just waiting for its result silently.

After a cup of tea, the demon spirit appeared in front of Wang Mo with a flash of shady scenes.

"How?" Wang Mo asked a little nervously.

"You do have a special restriction on your body, but this demon's cultivation base is greatly damaged now. If you can swallow more flesh and blood inner alchemy, maybe it can help you get rid of it!" The demon spirit said back.

Hearing this, Wang Mo's eyes flashed, and he said, "Do you know what the restriction is?"

However, he avoided talking about what he said about devouring the inner alchemy of flesh and blood, obviously he didn't really believe the words of the demon spirit.

"This restriction is specifically aimed at the meridians in the body. It occurs about every six years, and it will be strengthened each time. With your current physical strength, you can persist up to ten times, a period of sixty years!" Demon Lingdou explained.

Hearing his words, Wang Mo took it back casually, and his complexion sank immediately.

He had guessed before that the old man's illusion restriction on him could not have done something else.

What the demon spirit said this time made him affirm his guess.

Reminiscing that he will return to the Qing Yuzong in one year, and the Langya Secret Realm will be opened two years later, obviously the old man is plotting something in it.

Based on his cultivation, he must be able to see the secret of Wang Mo, and it is precisely this point that he is controlled by the prohibition. The reason is that Wang Mo has rarely rivaled combat power during the foundation building period.

And the things it draws must be extremely dangerous.

It must be based on the terrifying cultivation of the mysterious old man, there are very few things on the mainland that can move him.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo let out a sigh of relief, as long as he still has time, he can find a way to deal with it.

"It's time to go back!" Wang Mo thought to himself.

Even though there was still a year before the agreed date, he didn't want to wait until that day to return.

God knows if this hidden restriction on his body will be aroused because of his delay in returning, and it will be another living crime then.

.......

Half a month later, Wang Mo flew with his sword and galloped all the way out of the Gulong Mountains.

As he got closer to the Zongmen, he found that many Foundation Establishment cultivators were also on their way to the Zongmen, and they were all casual cultivators without exception.

In Tianhuozhou, the only sects that can have cross-state teleportation formations are the three major sects of Refining Equipment Sect, Qing Yuzong, and Luhua Sect, because there have been transformation gods in the three sects, and this is also the most basic for establishing cross-state teleportation formations. condition.

Regardless of these casual cultivators, Wang Mo rushed to Qing Yuzong wholeheartedly.

It's just that along the way, it wasn't as peaceful as he expected.

When he was in the middle of the journey, several figures suddenly appeared in front of him. As a last resort, Wang Mo stopped to hide his light, looked at them and said, "I don't know how many fellow Taoists stopped me, why?"

"Hehe, are you going to the Qing Yuzong?" one of the middle-aged men said.

"That's right, I'm going to the Qing Yuzong!" Wang Mo said with a flash of his eyes.

"It's a coincidence, the four of us are also going to the Qing Yuzong, how about I go together?" The middle-aged man said with a smile on his face.

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, the three people behind him dispersed faintly, intending to surround Wang Mo.

"No need, I'm used to being alone, if nothing happens, I'll go ahead!" Wang Mo frowned, and then said.

"Hey, I'm waiting to invite fellow daoists to go with us, so why should you refuse people thousands of miles away?" The middle-aged man said with a smile, but his face turned cold.

The other three were by the side, and there was a faint appearance of vitality fluctuations coming from their bodies.

Wang Mo could see the unkind intentions of these people, but he didn't want to cause trouble at this time, so he just said indifferently: "I am a disciple of Huo Yunfeng from the Yuzong of the Qing Dynasty. Friends are chatting!"

After finishing speaking, he touched the Qinglin sword under his feet and was about to leave together with the light.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man winked at the other three people, then sacrificed spiritual weapons one after another, and surrounded Wang Mo, but said in his mouth: "So it's the senior brother of the Qing Yuzong, we just happened to make friends One time!"

"Hmph, looking for death!" The spiritual consciousness had already dispersed in secret, and there was a hint of evil spirit on these people. They had obviously killed many monks, so they paid attention to a few people. Seeing their actions now, Wang Mo snorted secretly.

Suddenly with a quick wave of his right hand, he saw five gold rings hitting the four of them like flowing light.

There was a piercing magic sound in the air, which made several people feel dazed for a while.

In the horror of several people, the Qinglin sword under Wang Mo's feet flashed in a flash, turning into a sword glow several feet long, chopping one of the monks into pieces with a puffing sound, and flying away all over the sky .

The middle-aged man had the highest cultivation among the four, and he was in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. After being in a trance for a while, he realized that he happened to see such a scene.

Immediately, his face changed in horror, he didn't care about other things, he swelled his vitality, and sacrificed his own spiritual weapons one after another, but he didn't have the intention of fighting Wang Mo, and turned around to flee.

The few of them saw Wang Mo alone before, so they wanted to intercept and kill him here, so as to keep his treasures for themselves, but unexpectedly they kicked the iron plate.

Looking coldly at the direction in which the middle-aged man was escaping, Wang Mo would not let him go, a little magic sound ring, enveloped it, and disturbed his mind with the magic sound.

I saw the brilliance on the middle-aged man flickering randomly. Even though he was prepared in his heart, but the power of the magic sound ring was too strong, there was still a sharp pain in his mind, and the spiritual weapon he controlled appeared at this time flaw.

Wang Mo has such good eyesight, when two cold lights flashed, his right hand quickly stretched out, and he saw a giant palm with a touch of blue and real essence directly towards the middle-aged man's back.

"Oh!"

The middle-aged man's defensive cover flickered for a while, because of the shock of his consciousness, the rain cover was unstable, and it shattered immediately in response to a strong blow, spit out a large cloud of blood mist, and fell to the ground along with the tiny internal organs.

The other two monks came back to their senses at this time, with indescribable fear and horror in their eyes, they shouted repeatedly: "Misunderstanding, fellow Taoist, misunderstood!"

However, Wang Mo didn't hold back at all, the spirit boots under his feet flashed, and he chased after the two of them.

During the flight, he pointed at the ring of magic sound, and covered the heads of the two with a whistling sound. The ring of magic sound was designed to hurt the consciousness, and the four of them had been enlightened before.

But among the four, only three were mid-stage foundation-establishment monks, and the tallest one was the middle-aged man, who couldn't even withstand the power of the magic sound ring. How could these two foundation-establishment monks escape.

The Qinglin sword was exhibited again and again, cutting up the protective treasure, and the two followed in the footsteps amidst screams.

With his cultivation base at this time, not to mention a few mid-stage foundation establishment plus a late foundation establishment stage, even if a fake alchemy cultivator confronts him, he will only have to drink his hatred on the spot.

With a flash of light, they used their storage bags and swept down.

Dispersing his consciousness, he searched for the storage bag of the person who was beheaded first, and with a swaying figure, he came to the middle-aged man.

"Tell me, why did you intercept and kill me?"

"Cough!" The middle-aged man was pale, coughed a few times with difficulty, and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood again. His eyes were a little dull and he glanced at Wang Mo, but he didn't speak.

Wang Mo frowned, glanced at him lightly, and then pointed out.

Then he saw a blue-blue true essence shot into the middle-aged man's forehead, his body jerked, and he died on the spot.

He casually took the storage bag into his hand, turned the corpses of several people into fly ashes, and left the place with a flickering figure.

Half a month later, when Wang Mo reappeared, he was not far from Qing Yuzong.

In the past half month, he encountered such interceptions several times one after another, and gradually let him get a glimpse of the inside story.

When the Langya Secret Realm is opened, all monks are aware of it, and the treasures of heaven and earth contained in it are beyond the temptation of any monk.

And because of the limited number of places, a teleportation array can only carry a hundred people, because the number of operations cannot exceed three times, and the sect accounts for [-]%. Thousands of people.

Therefore, in order to reduce competitors, these casual cultivators began to block and kill the cultivators going to the sect together.

One is to reduce competitors, and the other is to get other people's personal treasures.

After all, the monks who dare to go are fully prepared, and must have all the treasures on them.

In this way, it aroused the coveting hearts of these monks.

Unexpectedly, after they learned that Wang Mo was a monk of the Qing Yuzong, they would dare to kill him consecutively, which shows how deep the grievances between the sect and Sanxiu are.

If it weren't for the casual cultivators, there were so many great Nascent Soul saints restricting the sect, I am afraid that there would have been no casual cultivators on this continent.

Wang Mo didn't show any mercy to these greedy people who intercepted and killed him.

The so-called murderer is always killed!

If his own cultivation base is not enough, I am afraid that his own fate will not be much better than these monks.

Since he practiced, he has long been used to life and death in the cultivation world. For those who dare to reveal their murderous intentions to him, they will definitely die in his heart.