Retrograde fairy way

Rumbling, a rumble across the sky, causing all the monks passing by below to look up.

I saw three lights of different colors rushing towards the east, and the roaring sound was the sound of the explosion when the three were flying.

Just when everyone was horrified, the three ray of light disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

"Humph!"

Sensing the two men who were persistently chasing after him, Wang Mo snorted coldly, his eyes flashed with coldness, secretly thinking whether to teach them a lesson, if it wasn't for the fact that Feng Lei Dun hadn't cultivated to a certain level and wasted too much vitality, he would have already Cast the secret method to get rid of the two of them.

For these years, he has been practicing desperately to improve his cultivation, but he has not practiced deeply in such secret methods.

And in the rear, the two Sun brothers were chasing Wang Mo desperately. One was determined to win the green-horned beast on his body, but the other didn't know what was on his mind, but his eyes kept staring at Sun Anyun figure.

The three of them chased all the way, and after several hours, they had reached thousands of miles away.

Just when Sun Anyun was about to give up, he suddenly saw Wang Mo descending into the mountains below.

Seeing such a scene, Sun Anyun's face was overjoyed, thinking that Wang Mo was caused by exhaustion of vitality, he hurriedly lowered his escape light, and chased after him.

And Sun Mingyun, who was not far behind him, followed with a flash of his eyes.

"Hahaha, I really have nowhere to look for, obediently extract the green horn, I will give you a pleasure, so that you will not suffer from the pain of searching for your soul!" Before falling to the ground, Sun Anyun laughed wildly, Back then, I learned from Jin Chishan's soul search that the other party was only in the fake alchemy realm, and now at best it is only in the early stage of alchemy.

Even if his escaping speed is amazing, it is just using some kind of secret method.

Hearing this, Wang Mo's eyes flashed a flash of understanding. It turned out that the other party came for the Qinghorn Beast. Thinking of the time when Qingpi just broke through to the third level, they were chased by the other party and ran away desperately.

He can clearly remember the dark golden building boat in his storage bag, and it must be the person in front of him.

Thinking of this, a coldness flashed in Wang Mo's eyes, his body swayed, and dozens of phantoms appeared, rushing towards Sun Anyun.

Over the years, Wang Mo has not cultivated on purpose, but relying on the strength of his physical body, it is enough to exert a little bit of power in this fourth-order movement technique.

"Hey!"

Seeing that Wang Mo did not answer but took the lead in attacking, Sun Anyun sneered, and poked forward with his right hand, and saw the gray magic energy flickering in his hand, and suddenly a gray square magic weapon several inches in size popped out.

The square magic weapon swelled in the wind, turned into a huge boulder with a size of tens of feet, and slammed down on Wang Modou's head.

Faced with such a heavy magic weapon, Wang Mo naturally wouldn't foolishly take it hard. Dozens of phantoms spread around while his figure was swaying.

There was a roar, the huge boulder fell to the ground, and the rocks flew in an instant, and most of the boulder's entire body fell into the soil abruptly.

"Die!" Although Sun Anyun was surprised by Wang Mo's methods, he shouted fiercely in an instant, and flicked the fingers of his right hand one after another.

Dozens of blood-colored brilliance appeared in an instant. As soon as the blood light appeared, there was a strong chill and bloody aura around it. It was obviously a kind of vicious secret treasure. After a soft cry, it quickly stabbed at the dozens of ghosts go.

Although Wang Mo's phantom was extremely fast, dozens of blood-colored brilliance were faintly hidden on it, and there was a light pop, and a small half of the phantom turned into green smoke, emitting bursts of stench and dissipating.

Seeing such a scene, Sun Anyun's eyes shrank suddenly. His magic weapon is called Dark Soul Blood Poison Needle, which not only has the poisonous effect of hurting people's soul and flesh, but also is extremely fast, but Wang Mo unexpectedly dodged it.

Just as his figure changed and he clicked towards the boulder magic weapon with one hand, he saw that the remaining ten phantoms disappeared immediately.

That was not dissipating, but gathering solidified bodies in an instant, rushing towards him at an extremely fast speed.

Before he could think about it, Sun Anyun opened his mouth and spat out a small bowl that was gray and faintly golden.

Without hesitation, as soon as he pointed out, he saw the golden bowl spinning for a while, and the inside was covered by a stream of golden sand.

As soon as the formula in Sun Anyun's hand changed, Wang Mo, who was rushing towards him quickly, saw the yellow sand in the golden bowl flying out, turning into dozens of tentacles like little snakes in the air, Winding towards Wang Mo.

Seeing these little yellow snakes approaching quickly, Wang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he knew that the message from his spiritual consciousness was transformed by the opponent's alchemy, which was far beyond the reach of ordinary magic weapons.

Not daring to be negligent, his hands danced swiftly, bringing a green-gold electric arc crackling, and slamming at the little yellow snakes, but there were too many little snakes, as if they had vitality. will condense again.

Looking at Wang Mo who was constantly conflicting among the little snakes, Sun Anyun's mouth turned cold, and he tapped the golden bowl in the air again with one hand, and instantly shot out dozens of little snakes from it, entwining towards Wang Mo.

His golden bowl magic weapon is a natal magic weapon that has been refined with great effort. Even if a monk in the late stage of alchemy encounters it, he will not be able to take it off for a while, not to mention that the other party is just a monk in the early stage of alchemy.

Seeing the ever-changing fighting skills in the field, Sun Mingyun, who was not far away, looked at the complacent Sun Anyun, his eyes flickered for a while, and when he was about to fly forward, the field changed again.

Wang Mo's right wrist flicked slightly, and he pointed towards the void in a sway. Five magic sound rings shining with red gold brilliance suddenly appeared in front of his palm, and the sharp and ear-piercing buzzing sound began to buzz.

"What?" Sun Anyun only felt a pain in his mind, as if countless tiny blood-colored monsters had emerged, biting his consciousness, and hurriedly restrained his mind in shock.

Sun Anyun swayed to this side, and the little yellow snake suddenly lost its previous flexibility. Wang Mo flicked his fingers repeatedly, and played a trick, pulling on the little snake, and then stretched his body suddenly, breaking the little snake.

Just as Sun Anyun expelled the feeling of drowsiness and pain from his mind, his mind suddenly sank again. He hurriedly looked, but saw that his spell was broken, and his eyes flashed fiercely. bag.

I saw a flash of brilliance, and a little red gold lion with two horns appeared on the ground, and then raised its head to the sky and roared wildly. Its size instantly swelled and turned into a three-foot-long giant beast, and it rushed towards Wang Mo Go, it is Xuanming Fire Lion.

This beast is capable of devouring souls, releasing ghost fires, and hurting people's consciousness. It is the most powerful.

Seeing the appearance of this beast, Wang Mo's eyes froze suddenly, and he glanced vaguely at Sun Mingyun who was not far away, and suppressed his plan to release the green skin. He turned his wrist slightly, and a dark blue epee appeared on it. .

As soon as the true essence was injected into it, the epee erupted with a dazzling blue-golden light. After entering the alchemy state, Wang Mo could finally inject the true essence into this piece of 'stubborn iron', instead of simply Cover the true essence to defend against the enemy.

There was a burst of wrist, and the buzzing of the epee actually made a sword sound!

Holding the heavy sword in his hand, Wang Mo wiped off the little snakes that had started to gather again in front of him, and rushed up into the sky.

With his current cultivation base, he could win against a mid-stage alchemy monk and a third-tier mid-stage monster, but that Sun Mingyun was a genuine late-stage alchemy monk.

Although Wang Mo was not afraid, he didn't want to fall into a siege either. He could retreat at any time in the air with his speed.

Sun Anyun was not willing to let go, thinking that Wang Mo was invincible and wanted to escape, so he couldn't help shouting: "Where to go!"

The gray devilish energy on his body surged, and he caught up with the sky.

Four balls of black flames sprouted from under the Xuanming Fire Lion's feet, and they also rushed to the sky, opened their bloody mouth, and suddenly spit out a black flame, shooting towards Wang Mo.

As soon as the flame appeared, there was a gloomy and cold air permeating the air, which could be vaguely seen, and the looming figures in the flame were all distorted faces.

Seeing such a scene, Wang Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, and the divine consciousness that protruded suddenly withdrew, just now he felt a icy chill in his spiritual consciousness.

With his knowledge at this time, he can recognize that the faces are all spirits, which are formed by the condensed flesh and blood spirits that devour mortals and even monks alive.

A cold light flashed in Wang Mo's eyes, and he thrust forward with his left palm, and a giant blue-gold palm appeared in front of him in an instant, and slapped away at the will-o'-the-wisp.

There was a crackling sound, and the will-o'-the-wisp was slapped away by the giant palm. Although it melted for a little bit, it slapped the head of the Xuanming fire lion with an unabated trend.

Fear flashed in Xuanming Fire Lion's eyes, just now it felt a power that made its heart palpitate, it was the innate feeling of natural enemies, which made it retreat involuntarily.

"Thunder element vitality? You are an immortal cultivator!" At this point in the battle, Sun Anyun also came to his senses, and the induction from Xuanming Huoshi made him confirm his suspicion.

No one can continuously release so many lightning spells with just one lightning magic weapon.

Wang Mo didn't answer, twisted his body in the air and transformed into dozens of phantoms, and rushed towards the Xuanming fire lion, slashing straight down with the heavy sword in his hand.

Looking at the dozens of phantoms that couldn't be distinguished from real to fake, Sun Anyun's face turned ugly for a while. Although his boulder magic weapon is powerful, he felt a little helpless in the face of such a nimble enemy.

Once again, he tapped the golden bowl above his head, trying to sacrifice the little yellow snake, trapping Wang Mo on the spot.

Unexpectedly, Wang Mo was already on guard, the five magic sound rings around him suddenly let out a piercing scream, and threw their heads at Sun Anyun.

As for Sun Anyun, he was always on guard against the magic sound ring that could release the magic sound that disturbed his consciousness. Under the guard of his consciousness, he just felt that his consciousness was slightly sinking.

A boulder magic weapon floating around suddenly transformed into a bigger one, covering the top of his head.

Amidst the jingling, the boulder struck by the magic sound ring trembled wildly, and the magic energy splashed everywhere, but it felt like it was evenly matched.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, the Xuanming fire lion let out a mournful roar, and its huge head kept shaking.

I saw a blood hole the size of a fist stuck in his right eye, and black blood flowed out of it, but he was wounded by some magic weapon Wang Mo used.

Sun Anyun only felt a slight pain in his consciousness, and his complexion suddenly became ugly. He was connected with the fire lion, and he naturally sensed its condition.

He discovered that the fire lion's spiritual consciousness had penetrated into a foot-long blood-colored needle-shaped magic weapon in its right eye, emitting streaks of blood to melt its little spiritual consciousness.