Retrograde fairy way

At the moment when the demon spirit devoured the blood demon saint and was distracted, there was a pitch-black mountain in the Northwest Demon Territory. A young man with a different face, and a masked woman in red.

Although the five monks didn't move much, but sitting there, their figure was like a mountain, which was daunting, obviously their cultivation was not low.

It's just that for some reason, everyone didn't talk to each other, but just sat on the top of the mountain.

But at this moment, one of the strange youths suddenly frowned, and then his face changed drastically, and he spurted out a bloody arrow, and the aura on his body was also unstable for a while, showing faint signs of falling.

"Wow!"

The strange young man stood up with an ugly expression, his eyes flashed with shock and hatred, and without saying a word, he got up and wanted to leave.

"Fellow Daoist Blood Demon, where are you going?" One of the old men with a shriveled face glanced at the bewitching young man with his sinister eyes, listening to his words, this young man was the Saint Blood Demon.

And these people, presumably, are the Nascent Soul Saints in the Northwest Demon Territory who led their disciples to participate in the Langya Secret Realm.

"Hmph!" The Gorefiend snorted coldly, but didn't reply. There was no movement on his body, so he jumped up and flew to the sky.

The old man's eyes were fixed, and he didn't say another word, but his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The rest of the people glanced at the strange young man in a little surprise, but they only paused for a moment, and there was no further movement.

Only the woman in red looked coldly at the leaving figure of the Gorefiend, her phoenix eyes showed a frightening cold light, she tapped her feet, and immediately chased after him.

The remaining three people saw this, the old man spoke again, and said to the remaining two people: "Luo Feng and Mo Tuo, two fellow Taoists, aren't you interested in taking a look?"

Hearing that one of the thin middle-aged men suddenly opened his eyes, he said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Lu, you can go on your own, I am not interested! But don't forget the instructions of the Great Demon Lord!"

The other person didn't even move, just sat upright with his eyes closed.

The eyes of the old man surnamed Lu flashed, and he seemed to be quite jealous of the Great Demon Venerable he was talking about, and said with a straight face: "Since the two fellow Taoists are not interested, I will not join in the fun with the old Taoist. Fairy Moon Shadow and Blood Demon Dao My friends have long since turned against each other, so let them go!"

After the words fell behind, no more words were spoken, and on the top of the mountain, except for the howling cold wind, there was no movement.

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Wang Mo was not at all surprised that the demon spirit could devour a trace of the blood demon saint's distraction. This demon spirit has been suppressed and sealed for many years, and it has survived several times of serious injuries.

Seeing that after the demon spirit distracted and devoured the blood demon sage, it began to fuse the flesh and blood essence of the eight sons of the blood demon, and the demon energy surged, as cold as hell.

Wang Mo stared at the magic mist expressionlessly, with nothing unusual in his expression, but his hands were clenched into fists, obviously his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

As if thinking of something, he waved his hand to put the green skin away, took something out of the storage bag and squeezed it in his hand.

Fu Honglian beside her, her delicate red lips fluttered slightly, her eyes were full of surprise, but she didn't speak, she stared blankly at Wang Mo and looked back and forth several times, her intuition told her that the man in front of her was mysterious It was the only thing she saw in her life.

Not only the mysterious black statue of the other party, but also when the black bag appeared before, she clearly heard the strange cry coming from the black bag.

Owning one of these rare treasures is a great opportunity, and being able to possess both must be someone with great luck.

For a moment, Fu Honglian regretted provoking the other party, but thinking that the other party was facing danger and was willing to help her, she must not be a bloodthirsty person.

Thinking of this, Fu Honglian's nervous heart also relaxed.

Regarding Fu Honglian's inner entanglements, Wang Mo didn't have the heart to study, even though she noticed that she was paying attention to him strangely, he didn't take it to heart.

Wang Mo knew in his heart that as long as the other party was not an idiot, he would definitely not attack him at this time.

What he was concerned about was how the demon spirit would change after devouring the demon energy.

Half an hour later, the constantly tumbling devilish energy finally gradually stabilized and began to condense inward, looming like a giant several meters high.

"Jie Jie!" Suddenly there was a strange howl in the black mist, and the voice was indeed a demon spirit.

I saw that the black mist became thinner, and it was all sucked into the huge figure in the blink of an eye, revealing its true appearance.

The whole body is wrapped in a piece of black silk robe, and the exposed skin is full of blood red, revealing the inner layer of blood and muscles, and the purple-black blood in the blood vessels can be seen surging from time to time.

The top of its head was bald, and the outlines of its eyes were filled with blood, and it looked as if a layer of skin had been peeled alive.

And his aura is even more terrifying, completely surpassing the monks who have cultivated in the early stage of alchemy.

And there are countless shadows looming around him, like ghosts, making the already ferocious and terrifying giant even more strange and infiltrating.

Seeing such a scene, Wang Mo's eyes were fixed, and he understood that the most worrying thing still happened.

And Fu Honglian was beside her, her delicate body trembled even more. With her injured body at this time, she couldn't bear such coercion.

"Quack! Kid Mo, I never thought you would still have the guts to be here!" The giant opened his mouth wide and let out a strange squawk, and said with a little surprise in his words.

However, the hatred in his words, like a gale in winter, penetrated deep into the bone marrow, which made people feel terrified.

Hearing this, Wang Mo's eyes flickered slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "You have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, right?"

"Jie Jie, I thought you were very smart, but unexpectedly you are so stupid. How noble I am, I have been driven by a lowly monk like you for so long, I should pay back a little bit!" The demon spirit seemed to have not adapted to the new body. After shaking his head, he said.

"I don't know how I will repay you?" Wang Mo asked calmly.

Fu Honglian looked at the demon spirit in horror, she didn't expect that what Wang Mo used to deal with the distraction of the gorefiend would turn against him.

Listen to his words, and it's the kind with deep grievances.

"Quack, don't worry, this demon will not kill you, but it will plant the blood of this demon's soul in your body to drive you for the rest of your life to relieve the hatred in your heart!" He strode away and walked towards Wang Mo, with a tyrannical coercion in his body shaking.

"Hehe!" Faced with this powerful coercion, Wang Mo smiled lightly and said, "Demon Spirit, do you really think I can do nothing to you?"

Fu Honglian was listening to these words, her beautiful eyes lit up suddenly, thinking of the mysterious statue, she immediately regained her confidence.

She had a deep understanding of the power of that mysterious statue, and even her master, Gu Yueying, had never experienced that kind of daunting coercion.

Hearing this, the demon paused for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "Jie Jie, Mo kid, I admit that you have always been resourceful, but under such circumstances, I don't believe you have any back-up tricks!"

After speaking, he took a big step, waved the huge palm, and grabbed Wang Mo.

The smelly wind hit his face, a meaningful smile crossed the corner of Wang Mo's mouth, he stared at the black clothes on the demon spirit's body, clenched his left hand tightly, crushed the thing in his hand, moved his lips, and softly uttered a word: "Explosion! "

After finishing speaking, he quickly grabbed Fu Honglian, wiped the storage bag with his left hand, took the golden wheel shield in his hand to protect it in front of his body, and walked straight back like this.

Several movements were done in one go, making the demon slightly stunned, but he reacted in an instant.

"Where are you going?" Seeing this, the demon yelled loudly, and the meteor was about to chase after it.

But before he could make any movement, the black silk-like clothes around his body suddenly rose with blue-gold electric arcs, causing his body to tremble slightly, and then he stopped moving.

"Quack, is this just a small trick? With this demon's cultivation at this time, your thunder element vitality is useless!" These arcs only had a slight effect, and the demon spirit didn't care about it and howled strangely. Xing pounced on Wang Mo again.

For the golden arc contained in its own black clothes, the demon seems to have been aware of it for a long time. At this time, its cultivation base has greatly improved, and it has a physical body to support it, so it doesn't care about it.

But after the golden arc rose, countless bright spots appeared on the black silk robe again, densely packed as if all over the body, emitting a dazzling light in the blink of an eye.

"How is this possible?" Feeling the huge fluctuations in the light spot, the blood on the demon spirit's body surged, and he exclaimed, and he was about to tear it off with a wave of his giant hand.

But before he could make a move, those spots of light exploded, and a huge energy flow whizzed out, sweeping away to the surroundings.

The giant transformed by the demon spirit was the first to bear the brunt, and was instantly flooded with energy, and then was smashed down by countless boulders, life and death unknown.

There was a loud bang, and the entire hall was blown up and collapsed. The gravel, dust and mist filled the air and fell downward.

Wang Mo held the golden wheel shield, his gaze was firm, and Fu Honglian was surrounded by his right arm. He was hit by this burst of energy, and was thrown down the mountain like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves.

And being attacked by this force, I couldn't help but feel a sweetness in my throat, a trace of blood flowed down the corner of my mouth, the sound of howling wind came from my ears, and the surrounding scenery receded forward.

Even though he had already avoided the frontal impact of this explosive airflow, he was still injured by it.

But Wang Mo's pitch-black eyes were extremely bright. After being blown far enough away, he put away the golden wheel shield, sacrificed the Qinglin sword, and flew away with Fu Honglian in his arms.

But before he could fly far, there was a loud roar from among the piles of rocks in the collapsed hall, and the rocks shot out amidst the rumbling sound, and a huge blood-colored shadow flew out of it.

I saw blood shadows all over its body, and it could be vaguely seen that its skin was hideous and terrifying, and most of its flesh had completely rotted away, exposing its black-red bones.

When it appeared, when it saw Wang Mofei leaving, it roared immediately, the bloody brilliance in its eyes flashed, and the bones all over its body creaked.

"Oh!"

It stomped its feet and stomped its feet fiercely, and saw streaks of dark red devilish energy surging deep into the ground.

In the blink of an eye, pillars of blood shot up into the sky suddenly from Moluo Mountain, accompanied by balls of bloody light, soaring into the sky and galloping towards the hillside where the demon spirit was.