Retrograde fairy way

In the courtyard of the scorching sun shop, Wang Mo stared at the six ghosts rushing towards him with a serious face, not caring about a drop of sweat falling from his cheeks.

Although under his sneak attack, he killed one ghost and disabled two, but he was also surrounded.

Even though it was only the six ghosts in the early stage of alchemy, it was really difficult for him to deal with them in his current state.

Due to taking the elixir for many times, the real essence in the body has already caused burning pain in the meridians, and it is obviously at the end of its strength.

"Find a way to get out of here!"

Wang Mo focused his eyes and swept around.

"Wow!"

Seeing him make a move, the six ghosts screamed in unison, waved out cold and evil energy, intertwined into a big sheet, and swung towards him.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort from the tip of his nose, he swung his halberd fiercely, and cut Da Yi apart with a loud puff, and rushed towards the ghost in the southeast.

In his sense of consciousness, there is a faint and tyrannical aura coming from the northwest direction. It doesn't take much thinking to know that Jiang Zhenhua has discovered that the blood soul puppet has been chased by Mie.

"cut!"

With a loud shout in Wang Mo's mouth, the war halberd slashed straight at the ghost, but what made his face darken was that the ghost didn't dodge like he was afraid of the war halberd before. He pounced.

The corners of Wang Mo's eyes twitched slightly, and without the slightest hesitation, he handed the halberd forward, holding the lower end with his left hand and pushed it violently, and the index finger of his right hand was bent and popped out, the action was done in one go, and the soul-eating needle shot from the tip of his index finger in an instant out.

The halberd was unparalleled in sharpness, and the soul-eating needle was moving forward without end, rushing towards Yinhun with endless evil spirit.

With a soft pop, the halberd and the soul-eating needle pierced into the ghost's body at the same time.

"Wow!"

The ghost with teeth and claws only had time to let out a mournful howl before dissipating into a cloud of black mist with a bang.

Facing the soul-eating properties of the thunder-type true energy and the soul-eating needle on the halberd, two restraints, this ghost has no reason to survive after being hit to a vital point.

But at this moment, the other five ghosts approached in an instant, and with a scream in their mouths, the ghostly sharp claws touched Wang Mo's back in an instant.

With a clanging sound, the thin true essence and five-element qi were cut through in an instant, and dozens of bluish-white dents were drawn on the black scales on his back.

With such a strong impact, Wang Mo only felt a rush of Qi and blood in his body, and a bloody arrow spewed out with a puff.

"Bah!"

Before he could think about it, the halberd in his hand swung violently, forcing the five ghosts back in an instant. Wang Mo shouted loudly and forcibly picked up the few remaining true essence. In the blink of an eye, dozens of phantoms appeared in an instant, and then After a few flashes, he rushed out of the encirclement of ghosts.

But at this time, Jiang Zhenhua's escape light was already less than a few miles away from here, and it arrived in an instant, looking from a distance, it was like a sharp red arrow.

"Buzz!"

Just when Wang Mo was wondering if he was going to do his best, a strange fluctuation suddenly came out of the void, and then he saw a burst of brilliance above the sky, and a huge light formed between his fingers, covering the entire Zhongyang City.

In an instant, the light trembled slightly, and then turned into a little bit of starlight, dissipating in the air.

"Escape!"

"Come on!"

"escape!"

Looking at the empty sky, all the surviving monks were taken aback for a moment, then they understood, and fled out of the city desperately.

"No! You bastard!" Jiang Zhenhua stared blankly, and then let out a ferocious roar, and Duan Guang suddenly accelerated towards Wang Mo.

The interruption of the city sacrifice has never happened in the records of the Blood Soul Sect, so it is only a rumor within its sphere of influence, and no one has ever confirmed this point.

Therefore, no one has ever been able to trouble the Blood Soul Sect because of this matter.

Even if there are people with a little knowledge or sects, they just turn a blind eye.

Those high-ranking monks have never regarded mortals or low-level monks as the same kind, which is too normal in the Demon Realm.

It's just that most of the Demon Realm sects only choose the blood sacrifice of mortals, and few sects will sacrifice the blood of monks.

But now, if these people escape, Jiang Zhenhua knows very well that he will face the wrath of the upper echelons of the Blood Soul Sect, and it is likely to cause a rebound from other sects within the Blood Soul Sect's sphere of influence.

A cultivator of the Blood Soul Sect can break through the blood sacrifice to a city for himself, but there is no guarantee that he will not make a blood sacrifice to a sect.

All this is because of Wang Mo in front of him. As long as he is caught and the secrets hidden in him are found out, whether it is handed over to the sect or kept privately, it is enough for Jiang Zhenhua to escape the disaster.

No matter what, he couldn't let Wang Mo escape.

Wang Mo, who was running away in front of him, naturally noticed the change of the restriction in the sky.

Feeling the speed of Jiang Zhenhua chasing behind her, Wei Wei slightly twitched the corners of her eyes, gritted her teeth fiercely, took out another jade bottle while turning her palms over, and poured the elixir inside into her mouth.

Even though the vitality contained in these refined elixir is extremely warm and moist, the true essence in Wang Mo's meridians is almost exhausted at this time, how can he withstand the sudden impact of vitality.

"Roar!"

Amidst the roar, the veins on Wang Mo's cheeks bulged, his body's blue-gold brilliance soared, and a pair of wings of light appeared in an instant, and their speed soared to an unbelievable level in an instant, and they rushed dozens of miles away in an instant.

Looking at the direction where he disappeared, Jiang Zhenhua had a ferocious face, and pursued desperately, but after a hundred miles, he did not find the slightest trace of him.

"Bastard, this sect will not let you go!" Jiang Zhenhua roared up to the sky, glanced around unwillingly, then his eyes flickered several times, and said to himself: "It seems that the sect cannot return That’s right! Forget it, when our sect breaks through the Nascent Soul, who dares to talk too much?”

After searching around again, Jiang Zhenhua, full of unwillingness, found a random direction to hide and galloped down.

……

Rumble!

In a valley not far from the southeast of Zhongyang City, there was a roar.

There were screams and a few wild laughter.There are two groups of monks fighting fiercely.

"Hahaha, old man Liu, I advise you to hand over the treasure!" A burly man with a khaki spirit sword flying around his body was facing an old man in front of him with a ferocious face.

Its aura is undoubtedly revealed, it is a fake alchemy cultivator, and the old man is also cultivated in the same way.

The old man's face was pale, and he was leaning on a black iron crutch in his hand, but his body was trembling slightly, and there was a trace of black blood lying in his mouth, but he looked poisoned.

"Hand over it!"

"Hand over it!"

The few people around him also shouted at the same time, looking at the old man with a greedy look in their eyes, as if the old man was going to fight if he didn't hand over. A fake Dan monk obviously has a big picture.

"Haha, don't say I don't have one, even if I do, do you think I will give it to you?" The old man surnamed Liu laughed sadly, as if he didn't care about the predicament in front of him.

"Hmph, old man Liu, you'd better not toast or eat fine wine. When you were the manager of Lieyang Store, you had Grandmaster Huyanlie backing you at that time. Now... hehe!" Then he laughed maliciously.

"Brother Li is right. Mr. Liu, you didn't take our brothers seriously at the beginning, what about now? Haha, everyone now knows that the helm of your Sun Shop is Wang Mo, the immortal cultivator who stole into the Demon Realm. People want to kill quickly, everyone wants to get the treasures on him, he is like a mouse crossing the street now, as long as you hand over the treasures from Lieyang Shop, I think Brother Li will make a difference and let you live!" One of them A thin, short, middle-aged man first persuaded the old man surnamed Liu, and then winked at the burly man.

"That's right!" The brawny man immediately understood, and agreed with a full face: "Liu Zhongyang, it's not easy for me to think of your cultivation. As long as I hand over the treasure, I will let you go. From then on, I will hide my name and have a good death!"

When the strong man was talking, he was staring at Liu Zhongyang. If the other party was not a fake alchemy cultivator, no one wanted to force him to a corner and bear the power of the fake alchemy self-detonation. I am afraid that they would have rushed forward, so why would there be so many troubles? .

Listening to these people's words, this old man surnamed Liu turned out to be Liu Zhongyang, the chief manager of Lie Sun Shop, but he didn't know why he was here and surrounded by these people.

"Bah! You surnamed Li, you should give up on this idea. Although I don't know who betrayed the old man, it's no more than the few people who survived in the shop. You must have silenced them by now, right? You Don't deny it, it's a daydream for you to act like this and want the old man to believe it! Cough!" Liu Zhongyang shouted angrily, but he had already seen the faces of these people thoroughly, and after cursing, he coughed unceasingly, and by the way Spit out a mouthful of foul-smelling poisonous blood.

Even though he has been in charge of miscellaneous affairs in the shop for many years, he has dealt with monks all the year round, so he has a very good understanding of the minds of these people.

As long as it is something that is beneficial to oneself, it is completely possible to say that what is alive is dead, and what is dead is what is alive.

For a little treasure, friends betray, brothers turn against each other, and relatives kill each other, these are too numerous to mention in the cultivation world.

After living for such a long time, there is still something he can't let go of, but something in his heart is like a shackle, tightly locked in his heart, and he can't open it for many years.

"Old Liu, you are really looking for death. Brothers, go to me and kill him. He has been poisoned at this time, and he will not last long!" the strong man roared ferociously, pointing at Liu Zhongyang,

"kill!"

Everyone hesitated for a while when they heard the words, but seeing Liu Zhongyang's precarious appearance, they rushed towards him with a loud shout.

But at this moment, a cyan streamer flashed across, as fast as lightning. When everyone noticed it, they already felt a coldness on the neck. When it gets dark, he loses consciousness.

"what?"

The strong man's pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of panic flashed in his eyes. Just when he was about to speak, he felt a pain in his dantian. The fake pill is missing.

There was a gurgling sound of blood bubbles in his throat, and then he fell to the ground with a plop, and there was no more sound.

A group of Foundation Establishment cultivators who were insane at first were all killed on the spot without even noticing what the enemy was.