Retrograde fairy way

The explosion method he left in the treasure in the demon pocket before is the first layer of means to restrain the demon spirit from backlash.

And this primordial spirit is the second and final means to restrain the demon spirits.

Although Wang Mo had the heart to use demon spirits back then, he just took a fancy to its characteristics and kept it by his side as a big killer.Over the years, the demon has indeed done a lot for Wang Mo at critical moments.

But Wang Mo never forgot his greedy nature, so he kept these backhands as restraints.

That's why the demon spirit didn't dare to force Wang Mo too hard, but wanted to devour it again and again in order to be strong enough. With its strong cultivation, the thunder strike took Wang Mo down.

What it is afraid of is that Wang Mo will destroy this primordial spirit, even though it subconsciously does not think that Wang Mo's cultivation can destroy part of its primordial spirit.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, the demon spirit who was fighting with the crowd let out a howl, and his body froze for a moment. He covered his ferocious head with one hand, as if in extreme pain, and the bone sword in his hand flickered for a while, as if it would fade away at any time.

And the defensive magic energy around him also faded away for a while, as if he had no defense at all.

"Chance!"

In the minds of everyone, a flash of inspiration flashed, and they output their vitality desperately, and all kinds of spiritual weapons and spells whizzed towards the demon spirit.

Everyone seized the opportunity of this blow, and its formidable power obviously surpassed the power of the previous few times when everyone joined forces.

"Boom!"

All kinds of brilliance flashed, and a large cloud of smoke and dust was raised in the violent fluctuation of vitality, and the demon spirit at the center of the explosion was also submerged in it.

As for the current situation of the demon spirit, Wang Mo was aware of it, but he didn't care about it in the slightest. He just stared at the demon spirit's soul wrapped in the breath of the five elements.

This primordial spirit is a supernatural power that only cultivators can cultivate, and its essence is transformed from the extremely condensed divine consciousness, in other words, it is another carrier of the divine soul.

Its high grade can be imagined.

If it weren't for Wang Mo's small success in the breath of the five elements now, and he was only one step away from entering the realm of soaring into the sky, I am afraid he would not be sure that he could refine it.

The five elements generate and restrain each other, and the unique shredding characteristics of the power of heaven and earth generated during rotation are enough to shred and obliterate anything submerged in it.

But this level also has a strict level of coercion.

If it wasn't for the serious injury of the demon spirit, this trace of primordial spirit might be only one ten-thousandth, or even one billionth, of its heyday, and the current demon spirit is only at its weakest.

There are so many things that are lacking, and it is impossible for Wang Mo to obliterate them.

At this time, the light on the array behind Wang Mo also began to slowly pull away to the sides, and the blood-colored light curtain also opened a gap and gradually increased.

"go!"

Suddenly, Wang Mo yelled loudly, but still sat on the ground without moving, staring at the primordial spirit wrapped in the breath of the five elements in front of him.

Although everyone gathered together to fight the demon spirit for their lives, Wang Mo couldn't do it yet, so he left them alone to escape.

Hearing Wang Mo's shout, everyone gathered together for a while, and when they turned their heads to look, they saw a gap appearing behind him, and it was getting bigger.

Everyone couldn't help being ecstatic, and immediately left the demon spirit in the explosion, stretched out, passed by Wang Mo, and rushed towards the gap.

Dozens of people flocked to the exit that was only Mi Kuan Xu, and they suddenly became chaotic.

In the past, everyone faced the enemy and could fight together, but now facing the hope of life, there is nothing else to be cared about, and the only reason is to run for your own life.

When Wang Mo was refining the demon spirit with all his strength, he suddenly felt a bad wind coming from behind him. Before he could think about it, he hurriedly stopped his movements and jumped forward.

Turning his head and looking back, Wang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light flashed, but he didn't say much, but the action that was floating in front of his chest, refining the primordial spirit of the demon spirit, stopped.

"Humph!"

Just the act of forcibly stopping the operation of the formula also caused Wang Mo's true essence to surge, and a fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat, but he suppressed it firmly.

He knew that this was a trace of internal injury caused by the vibration of the meridians in his body.

Looking at the man coldly, Wang Mo said in a deep voice, "Xiao Pingyuan!"

"Hehe!" Xiao Pingyuan smiled awkwardly, and then returned to his normal state: "I didn't expect to meet fellow Daoist Lin here. It's really a place in life where we don't meet each other!"

It seems that the person who attacked Wang Mo before was not him.

When the people behind him saw Xiao Pingyuan attacking Wang Mo, they hesitated for a moment before stopping.

Although some people in the crowd noticed the tricks between the two of them, they were in a hurry to run for their lives, and there was no time to take care of unnecessary things.

"Roar!"

Suddenly there was a roar from a distance, everyone was startled, and then they realized that what Wang Mo did before was to restrain the demon spirit for them, but Xiao Pingyuan and his party did not know why they wanted to attack Wang Mo.

But at this time, there is no room for them to think so much, escape is the most important thing at the moment.

In the surging chaotic fog, a huge figure jumped out of it with a bang, it was undoubtedly the demon spirit.

It's just that its situation at this time is even more miserable than when it was blown up by the explosion of the demon pocket in the hall before.

A whole body of flesh and blood was left with only a small amount of flesh hanging on his body, revealing the dark red skeleton inside. The most serious thing was that the right arm that was holding the white bone war chest was broken at the elbow.

But above his ferocious head, the pair of eyes flashing red light are still cold and frightening.

"die!"

The demon spirit was out of anger at this time, and since he escaped from the trap, he has suffered repeated setbacks, and at this time he was injured one after another at the hands of a group of low-ranking monks.

What made it even more furious was that Wang Mo, who was hated by it, stood in the distance with a look of indifference, as if he had no fear of it.

Thinking of the loss he had suffered in Wang Mo's hands, his anger instantly wiped out the remaining wisdom, and he stretched his body and rushed towards the exit.

While the figure was shaking, the last layer of flesh on his body melted into his bones in the blink of an eye. With the disappearance of the flesh and blood, the demon spirit completely turned into a huge dark red skeleton, and its originally severed right arm also followed. grow out.

The aura that was originally weakened seems to have grown at this moment.

While the figure was moving, the originally black devilish energy was replaced by a blood-colored brilliance, and there were bursts of howls of fierce ghosts. From a distance, there seemed to be faces of fierce ghosts in the blood-colored brilliance. Among them, there is general tumbling and howling.

When everyone found out about its condition, they were all startled. Even though the demon spirit looked seriously injured, no one dared to underestimate it.

What's more, at this time, everyone's cultivation has been exhausted after repeated battles, and with the hope of surviving, they have already lost their fighting spirit, so how can they care about Gu Moling.

In the bottom of my heart, I only think about how to get past the person in front of me, so that I can leave this ghost place early.

But at this time, the gap is only about ten feet wide, and half of the dozens of people are eager to escape.

It's a long story, but it all happened in the blink of an eye.

Wang Mo could feel the coercion of the demon spirit rushing from behind, and so could Xiao Pingyuan and his party.

"I also ask Fellow Daoist Lin to hand over the Juyuan Golden Grass. I'll leave when I'm done, and you can survive!" Xiao Pingyuan's eyes twitched as he watched the monsters rushing from far to near, but he still refused to give up. Mo asked for the truth.

The five people behind him saw that the demon spirit was approaching, and they were about to turn around and leave, but thinking of the importance of the golden grass gathering elements, their figures swayed slightly, and they stood in front of the gap again, blocking Wang Mo's way .

Their meaning is obvious, if they don't hand over the Juyuan Golden Grass, they will block the gap, so that Wang Mo has no time to leave.

Hearing this, Wang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, said nothing, and lightly raised his right hand, on which was a trace of primordial spirit that had not been fully refined.

That thread of primordial spirit, wrapped in the breath of the five elements, is still spinning rapidly even without the blessing of Wang Mo's formula, slowly wearing away this thread of primordial spirit, but not as fast as before.

But there is a terrifying aura rising from his body. When facing an irresistible and powerful enemy, he can choose to avoid it, and even agree to the threat of the other party.

But Xiao Pingyuan and his party were far from being irresistible.

Wang Mo raised this trace of the soul, the meaning is self-evident, if the other party doesn't move away, he doesn't mind releasing the soul that restrains the demon spirit.

At this moment, it depends on who cherishes life more and who is less afraid of death.

Feeling the aura emanating from Wang Mo, Xiao Pingyuan and his party twitched their cheeks. They never expected that Wang Mo would not compromise under such circumstances.

And with this delay, the demon spirit has already arrived a hundred meters away, and it will arrive soon after a few flashes.

Cui Zhanjiang and Shen Fengqun, behind Xiao Pingyuan, looked at the swiftly approaching monster, fear flashed in their eyes, and they immediately turned around and jumped into the gap.

"You..." Feeling the movement behind him, Xiao Pingyuan knew what was going on without looking, and said to Wang Mo anxiously.

"Roar!"

But before he could utter the words, the demon roared again, its speed suddenly increased, and it came close in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Pingyuan, the poisonous tuozi, and the red-faced old man Chi Yan, whose pale complexion could no longer bear the demonic power, glared at Wang Mo with hatred, and then dodged into the gap.

In just a few breaths, at this critical moment, it can be described as changing rapidly.

Wang Mo intends to follow and leave, but this delay is too late.

Wang Mo is very clear about the resentment towards him in the demon spirit's heart, and he will definitely pursue him to the death.

But since he couldn't avoid it at this time, he could only take advantage of the serious injury and fight to the death.

These thoughts flashed across his mind in an instant, Wang Mo's eyes flashed with fighting spirit, he suddenly turned to face the demon, slapped the storage bag with one hand, and took out the epee that had not been used for a long time and held it in his hand.

Beside him, there were still a few people who hadn't escaped in time. They were all exhausted in the previous battle, and they were seriously injured and missing arms and legs.

Facing the demon spirits who had come less than ten meters away, their faces were full of despair, tremblingly looking at the exit not far away, full of nostalgia for living.

Without caring about them, Wang Mo calmly looked at the demon spirit approaching. At this moment, the thread of primordial spirit held in his right hand finally turned into nothingness.

A desperate battle seems to be approaching at this moment.