Retrograde fairy way

"boom!"

Qingpi knocked down the two weapons, twisted his figure and turned into a gust of wind, appeared in front of the mask in an instant, lowered his head and pushed it with a corner.

There was a loud crackling noise, and the bloody thunder filled the entire mask in an instant.

Wang Mo narrowed his eyes, and exerted force on his feet, which suddenly turned into a flash of light, and the halberd pierced the mask.

With a soft puff, the mask finally couldn't withstand the successive blows and shattered.

Seeing that the trend of the halberd continued unabated, the old man's cheek was sliced ​​by the enveloping sharpness. In a panic, he hurriedly turned his body, and with a puff, the blade of the halberd went straight into the flesh, and the sharp blade slid gently, without even a single sound , the old man's left arm was broken at the shoulder.

"Ah!" The old man howled, fear and regret flashed in his eyes, but before he withdrew for a long time, he saw Wang Mo's figure passing him, his right hand fingers curled up slightly, covered with blue-gold arcs With a sudden palm, he slapped on his dantian.

The old man only felt a sinking in his dantian, and he was already restricted when mobilizing his vitality, so he hurriedly used his spiritual sense to penetrate into his dantian, trying to break through the resistance.

In an instant, Wang Mo blocked his golden elixir with Thunder Element True Essence. The old man could break through with his own spiritual cultivation, but how could Wang Mo give him this time? He waved the halberd in his left hand, and there was a soft sound The old man's head soared into the sky as soon as the blood light appeared.

Seeing the old man's flying head, Wang Mo made a tactic with his right hand, snapped a few tactic into his head, and fell to the ground with a thud, rolling aside.

"Whoosh!"

After doing this, Wang Mo took a few deep breaths, but before he could calm down, there was a loud noise beside him, and he hurriedly looked back.

"Boom!"

I saw Qingpi's huge body lying on the ground like pushing a gold and jade pillar upside down, his belly thumped violently, and blood flowed out from his mouth and nose.

Obviously, he was eager to save the savior before, and when the injury had just stabilized, he used his natal supernatural power several times in a row, causing it to be added.

Looking at Qingpi's situation at this time, Wang Mo still didn't understand. Regardless of his injuries and fatigue, he quickly slapped the storage bag and took out a bottle of elixir, fed it to Qingpi, and then put it into the spirit animal bag.

Turning around, he saw the headless corpse of the old man who was still twitching. A coldness flashed in Wang Mo's eyes. With one hand, he shot into one of the formulas and took out the golden core.

Looking at this incomparably round crimson golden pill, Wang Mo put away the old man's body and head with a wave of his hand, then sacrificed the Night Demon Cloak, put it on, and left here.

……

Half a month later, Wang Mo woke up from his cultivation in a cave.

A cold light flashed between the eyes opening and closing, and a red light flashed on the ground between the palms of the hands, revealing a detached corpse.

"disease!"

I saw the corpse floating up, bursting into a cloud of blood mist with a soft puff, surrounded by several blue-gold brilliance, so it didn't explode.

"Refining blood and chasing souls!"

Suddenly, Wang Mo sipped softly, stretched his hands forward, and punched out a mysterious formula to sink into it.

With his cultivation at this time, he can already perform the secret technique of refining blood and chasing souls without using a formation disk.

After the blood mist submerged in the magic formula, there was a chirping sound, and it rolled rapidly. After a cup of tea, a cloud of black and red mist was formed.

Then there was a surge of black mist, which gradually condensed into a figure, it was the old man who attacked Wang Mo secretly.

"You are so poisonous..." As soon as the old man appeared, he yelled at Wang Mo.

But before he finished speaking, Wang Mo's magic formula changed, and the old man's spirit burst again.

There was only a crackling sound, and under the soul refining method, the originally black and red mist gradually turned into a cloud of gray.

Looking at the cloud of gray fog, Wang Mo slowly closed his eyes, and explored inwardly with a movement of his consciousness, only to see his complexion fluctuating for a while, and finally a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

A few days later, Wang Mo recovered from his injuries in a short period of time. He took out a storage ring from his arms and put it on his finger without using any hidden magic formula.

Then he took out a set of red robes and put them on himself.

Then he took out the old man's two magical treasures, the giant hammer and the red gold sword, and sacrificed them with the pill fire. There was a crunching sound on his body, and his hands rubbed his cheeks for a while, changing into the appearance of the old man.

Then he got up and walked out of the cave, his figure flashed, and he went northeast.

From the spirit of the old man, Wang Mo learned that his name was Hu Yanlie, and he was a craftsman.

This time, he passed by here, and he wanted to go to the southwest to collect some living flesh and blood to cultivate his own magic flame.

Although Hu Yanlie, on the surface, has been cultivating with the flesh and blood of monsters, secretly he sacrificed countless human souls.

After all, man is a primate, he has spiritual wisdom when he was born, and he has a lot of resentment after being tortured and killed, so it is best to use it to practice various magic arts.

Therefore, most demon cultivators choose to sacrifice the souls of mortals instead of monsters and other creatures.

Zhongyang City belongs to the Blood Soul Sect, a first-class sect in the Demon Dao, and it is also one of the best monk distribution towns within a radius of ten thousand miles.

After several days of flying, Wang Mo looked at the huge city in front of him, and with the information flashed in his mind, he put on a haughty look and walked towards the city.

Hu Yanlie's status in Zhongyang City is quite high, not only because of his cultivation in the late stage of alchemy, but the most important point is his status as a craftsman.

Although after a monk enters the alchemy stage, the golden alchemy can automatically produce alchemy fire for refining weapons.

But most of the alchemy cultivators, apart from refining the magic weapon of their own destiny, most of the other handcrafted weapons are refined by a refiner, after all, there is a specialization in the art industry.

And this Hu Yanlie, as a casual cultivator, was bullied by many people from the sect because of his low cultivation level. He once swore that he would never enter the sect, and he was alone, so he naturally became Wang Mo. Preferred for conversion.

In addition, he is also a refiner, and there is a refinery shop in Zhongyang City. With this identity, Wang Mo can openly collect third-level refining materials, as long as he does not do it too high-profile, and secretly collects some , enough to supply him with cultivation expenses.

In this way, it is natural not to be suspected.

"Grandmaster Huyan!"

"Senior Huyan!"

Because of Hu Yanlie's status, quite a few people knew him in Chiyang City, and many low-level monks greeted him respectfully along the way.

Wang Mo, on the other hand, put on a look of disdain, and swaggered towards his 'own' shop.

He has now made up his mind to stay in this Zhongyang City for a few years. This time Qingpi failed to break through, and forced to use his natal supernatural powers. With injuries added, even with a large number of elixir support, it is still very difficult. Difficult to recover in a short time.

As for Wang Mo himself, although he has recovered from his major and minor injuries over the years, he also has many hidden dangers.

Half an hour later, Wang Mo stood in front of a shop with a signboard with the words "Scorching Sun", watched it for a while, and then walked inside.

"Boss, you are back!" As soon as he entered the store, some workers in the store came forward to say hello.

Wang Mo nodded casually, and said, "Call Zhongyang here, the sect has something to explain!"

"Yes yes yes!" The servant nodded and ran upstairs.

On the first floor of the shop, many low-ranking monks were picking out magical artifacts and other items. Seeing Wang Mo coming in, those who knew him hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Naturally, Wang Mo ignored them and walked towards the back hall.

The backyard of this scorching sun shop is quite large, with a radius of one mile, surrounded by the prohibition formations arranged by Hu Yanlie himself.

There are three entrances and three exits inside, and there are all kinds of courtyards and pavilions, and the place for practicing and refining weapons is at the innermost end.

Following his memory, Wang Mo came to the place where he usually met guests in his spare time, and sat swaggeringly at the top seat.

Not long after, a servant brought tea and bowed and retreated.

Then I saw a middle-aged man walk into the hall, bowed to Wang Mo and said, "Liu Zhongyang pays his respects to the master, what's the purpose of summoning the younger one?"

"There are indeed some things that need to be explained. Take a look at what's inside first!" Wang Mo glanced at him, turned his wrist, took out a jade slip that had been prepared and threw it over.

This Liu Zhongyang is a big manager in the hot sun shop, taking care of all the things in the shop for Hu Yanlie, it's just a fake pill, he can't find the person in front of him at all, he is no longer his boss, but someone else illusioned by a person.

Liu Zhongyang took the jade slips in his hands, probed into his consciousness to check them, and after a cup of tea, he frowned and said, "Boss, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to collect so many third-level refined materials!"

"I also know about this matter. Over the years, these treasures are usually monitored for the arresters who don't know if they exist. You can buy them with confidence. This sect needs these treasures to refine a few secret treasures. This time, we will go out for a meeting A few friends, they also placed an order with this sect, but they can't shirk it!" Wang Mo made up a nonsense reason, and took a sip of tea lightly, showing off his style.

"Yes, Zhongyang can save it! It's just..." Liu Zhongyang looked at Wang Modao with some hesitation.

"Just say anything, don't hesitate!" Wang Mo frowned, and put the teacup heavily on the tea table, pretending to be angry.

"Yes, during the month you were away, the city lord sent someone to discuss the lease with you!" Liu Zhongyang trembled and said cautiously.

"Leasing?" Wang Mo frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, he understood what was going on.

The lord of Zhongyang City is Yang Kaifeng, a monk in the late stage of alchemy, relying on the blood soul sect of the ancestor of the Yang family, he has always been domineering in Zhongyang City.

As for the tax and other leasing fees of shops in the city, they can go up as much as they want, and many shops in the city are full of complaints.

However, Zhongyang City, as the largest distribution center for monks within a radius of [-] li, is very popular in several nearby unique treasure production areas, and its profits are also extremely rich.

Although Yang Kaifeng collected high taxes, none of his family would leave.

But Hu Yanlie is a well-known iron rooster among the shop owners, except that he won't skimp on all the servants in his shop, all the treasures he sells are quite expensive.

But because of its refining level, it can be said to be the top spot in Zhongyang City, so no one said anything.

One city lord collects taxes, one shopkeeper refuses to pay, one is greedy, and the other is stingy. Naturally, there are differences on rent increases.

For this matter, Yang Kaifeng and Hu Yanlie often brag and stare, but there has never been a real enmity between the two.