Retrograde fairy way

"Whoosh!"

At the foot of the collapsed mountain, a slightly bloated figure suddenly landed on the ground, it was Wang Mo and Fu Honglian.

"Run for your life, the farther the better!" Wang Mo said calmly.

For the woman whose body he saw in a daze, Wang Mo did not embarrass her, but he would not bring her with him either, after all, the two were still facing each other before.

He saw the tragic scene above the Moluozong from afar, and he knew that the backhand he had left in the pocket of the demon spirit was not enough to kill the demon spirit with a high cultivation base, at best it could only seriously injure it.

And the reason why it didn't catch up now must be because of fear, and what Wang Mo has to do is to use this time to escape for his life.

At this time, the demon spirit's target was obviously him, and bringing Fu Honglian by his side would only make it more dangerous.

Without waiting for Fu Honglian to react, her body swayed and performed the Thousand Miles Wandering Technique one after another, changing direction slightly and galloping away.

Fu Honglian was taken aback for a moment, she stretched her jade hand lightly as if trying to grab something, and called out softly, "What's your name?"

Wang Mo, who had already flown a hundred meters away, didn't know if he heard it, but his figure paused for a moment, without looking back, he galloped forward again, and disappeared in the chaotic stone forest not long after.

Looking at the looming figure in the distance, Fu Honglian felt lost, her beautiful eyes looked worried and lonely again, her head shook slightly, as if she wanted to expel distracting thoughts from her mind.

In a daze, Fu Honglian showed a self-deprecating smile, and turned her head to look at the terrifying red giant shadow rising above Mo Luozong.

With a pale face, after a little thought, he put on a red gauze to hide his figure, and immediately chased in the direction Wang Mo left.

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The Morro Sect fell into chaos, and many monks ran away desperately, but when they found the way to escape and were blocked by a red light curtain, they fell into panic again.

"Boom! Boom!"

The monks began to attack the light curtain with magical spiritual weapons, but to their desperation, the light curtain returned to its original shape after splashing a ripple.

Some monks did not believe in evil and started to attack the light curtain again and again, but they were all resisted by the light curtain in the end.

Gradually, a wave of despair spread in the monk's heart.

"Don't panic, everyone. I'll hit one place with all my strength. No matter how strong this defensive formation is, it still has a certain level. As long as we work together, we will definitely be able to break it!"

Seeing that everyone was in chaos and fighting on their own, an old man in a false alchemy immediately sounded a reminder.

Everyone who has cultivated to the current state is not stupid. They were just intimidated by the power of the demon before, but now they are reminded by the old man, and they suddenly realized.

Formation was formed one after another, and groups began to attack the light curtain in an orderly manner.

"Boom!"

As soon as the attack was over, although the light curtain was still strong, it obviously faded a bit, which made everyone hopeful again.

Among the Mo Luo Sect, there were more than 100 monks who came this time. Apart from being killed by blood demons, and fighting each other for treasures, they were later swallowed by dozens of demon spirits. Now there are hundreds of monks.

But before, because the demon spirit appeared too suddenly, and the horror of the means made all the cultivators panic, they scattered and fled, but they were divided into dozens of shares.

After a short period of panic, these people began to attack the formation slowly and organizedly in all directions of the Moluozong.

The flesh and blood of these foundation-building monks is a delicious feast for the demon spirits. How can they be allowed to attack the formation so freely.

"Jie Jie!"

Amidst the grinning laughter, the demon spirit directed a seven-member squad that was attacking a large formation, and its huge coercion immediately suppressed this group of people.

"No, that monster is coming!"

Everyone was horrified in their hearts, and they looked at the demon spirit with fear and despair.

"Fellow daoists, fight!"

One of them suppressed the fear in his heart and said harshly.

"Fight!"

Under the pressure of despair, the fighting spirit in these people's hearts was finally aroused, and it took them a lot of battles to be able to cultivate to the present level.

The seven people looked at each other, sacrificed spiritual treasures one after another, and formed a formation. They understood that if they fled in all directions, they could only be defeated one by one.

If they join hands, even if it is a deadly situation, they must not make it easier for the other party.

Facing the seven people, the demon spirit's eyes flashed red, and while his figure was shaking, he appeared above the heads of the seven people, laughing strangely, as if mocking their ignorance.

"Whoosh!"

Daodao blood claws swung out and rushed straight at the crowd. With its current cultivation base of the middle stage of the third level, how could these foundation-building monks be able to resist it.

Among the seven people, two were killed by the blood claws in the blink of an eye, while the eyes of the rest were flickering, one of them yelled, turned and fled frantically.

But how could the demon spirit release the fat that had reached its mouth, stop it when its body swayed, grabbed it in its hand, and swallowed it clean with a few bangs.

The demonic energy around him burst out, while blocking the attacks of the rest of the people, he rushed towards the two who were attacked by its blood claws.

When the other four saw this, there was an old man inside. A look of madness flashed in his eyes.

Its body burst into the air with a burst of great power, it swelled up in the blink of an eye, and exploded beside the demon spirit with a rumbling sound.

The powerful energy impact caused the surrounding sand and rocks to roll, raising a large cloud of dust.

The demon spirit was in the center of the explosion, and it seemed that it didn't expect the food in its eyes to be so determined, and chose to explode itself to fight against itself.

As a demon, even though he has devoured the flesh and soul of many monks, but his nature is full of killing, how can he understand the true state of mind of a person?

Faced with the self-destruction of this fake alchemy cultivator, he was as strong as a demon and couldn't ignore it. A piece of flesh was blasted off his body, and even the two foundation-establishing cultivators who had obtained it were also affected by the explosion and turned into fly ash .

"Roar!"

The body was damaged again, and the demon spirit roared violently, and jumped out of the smoke and dust as soon as it stretched out, and rushed straight to the rest of the people.

There was a flash of blood, and amidst the billowing smoke and dust, after each flash of blood, a monk fell screaming.

"The devil, I fought with you!"

Finally, after the fake alchemy old man blew himself up, someone couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed to the demon spirit to blew himself up. Even though it was only a late foundation establishment cultivation, his self-destruction made the demon spirit quite afraid.

But later, after encountering monks who blew themselves up one after another, the demon gradually gained experience and began to assassinate monks methodically by taking advantage of their speed.

The demon spirit was covered in black devilish energy, and when he acted, a blood light burst out, and in the extremely fast flashing, the blood light seemed to appear out of thin air.

Many monks were killed for no apparent reason one after another, and gradually the number of these monks gradually decreased, from the initial hundred or ten to the last five or sixty.

Every time the screams sounded, the nearby monks trembled. They could also see that this demon was nourishing itself with the flesh and blood of the monks. If they couldn't get out, they would all fall here.

In front of a light curtain, a team of more than a dozen monks is attacking the formation in an orderly manner.

"Ah!" Suddenly, a scream came from the right side of the team, the voice was shrill, but it stopped abruptly.

In an instant, more than a dozen spiritual weapons and countless brilliance of spells flew towards the right, but they missed nothing, and only the body of the fallen monk and the rock under him were splashed up.

"The devil is coming, fellow daoists, be careful!" The old man who reminded everyone to form a team to attack the formation earlier said.

But the blood light was too fast, everyone just saw the blood light flash, and the people in the team fell immediately, there was really no time to dodge. .

"what!"

There was another scream in the field, and everyone's faces were pale, with fear in their eyes.

This kind of feeling like boiling a frog in warm water is something no living being wants to experience. It is completely tormented.

The old man's eyes flickered for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and said: "All fellow Taoists, protect me and wait for the old man to activate the magic weapon!"

Hearing the words, everyone became energetic for a while, mobilized their vitality one after another, pointed to the spiritual treasures of the rings, and sealed off the surrounding area.

The old man took out a copper bell-shaped treasure from the storage bag. As soon as this object appeared, it set off a violent fluctuation of vitality.

"puff!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the old man bit the tip of his tongue, aroused his vitality and aroused a mouthful of blood, quickly made a tactic with both hands, and melted the blood into the copper bell.

"Buzz!"

Blood essence and vitality added to the body, the copper bell hummed, and a faint golden halo spread out, enveloping everyone.

"Fellow daoists, hurry up and leave with me. My golden bell can't last long. Only by joining other fellow daoists will we have a way out!"

The old man's face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he insisted on gritting his teeth.

When everyone heard the words, they didn't dare to be negligent, and pointed at the spiritual weapon one after another. Two other people grabbed the old man and flew towards the sky.

"Jie Jie!"

Amidst the flickering blood, there was a strange laugh, and he suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the people in the mask.

"Oh!"

The blood claw swung out and hit the light golden mask directly, but it only shook the mask for a while, but it didn't break.

"Wow!"

The old man in the light mask suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood as if he had been hit hard, and his complexion became even paler.

The rest of the people looked at the crumbling mask, their faces were even more ugly, and their eyes were filled with despair and fear.

"Quick! The old man won't last long!"

The old man made a desperate tactic, maintained the mask, quickly took out several bottles of pills, swallowed them directly into his mouth without looking at them, and with a few crisp sounds, he crushed the jade bottle, mixed with the pills in it, and swallowed it into his stomach middle.

When everyone heard the words, they hurriedly speeded up and galloped forward.

"Bang bang bang!"

Seeing that one blow was unsuccessful, the demon spirit attacked again. Its body was more powerful than a monk in the middle stage of alchemy. If it weren't for the high-grade copper bell magic weapon, it might not be able to withstand even one blow.

Seeing the fat in his mouth, how can he let him get away?

Finally, after several consecutive blows, the old man couldn't hold on any longer, and the seven orifices that were shocked by this heavy blow bled.

The copper bell above his head let out a mournful sound, and Hua Guang dimmed and fell into the arms of the old man.

The pale golden light curtain around everyone also flickered a few times before disappearing.

"Jie Jie!" The demon gave a strange laugh, and rushed towards the old man with a ferocious face.

It was the old man who sacrificed the magic weapon, the copper bell, before blocking it. Given its character, it naturally used the old man first.

The rest of the monks, seeing that there was no protective mask at this time, immediately scattered like birds and beasts, leaving the old man who had lost his mobility there alone.

In fear and desperation, they fled in all directions, leaving the old man alone to watch the devil pounce on him with a dismal expression.