Retrograde fairy way

"Uncle Jin, I'm going out to buy vegetables!" Early in the morning, Lu Qingyang yelled at Wang Mo who was greeting guests, and ran out with his feet loose.

This small shop is relatively remote in the south, and most of the people who come and go are low-level monks, so they also need a lot of various ingredients. Fortunately, it doesn't take long to go back and forth.

Wang Mo raised his head and saw only a glimpse of his back, but shook his head helplessly, and began to bargain with those low-level monks.

Over the past year or so, he gradually fell in love with this spitting business. Perhaps it was his character of never losing money, which made him rarely fail, or even fail at all when bargaining.

Today seems to be luck, the guests came one after another, making Wang Mo, who was immersed in the fun of bargaining, completely forget the time.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Wang Mo let out a long breath and sat on the soft chair behind the counter with a slightly tired expression after sending away a monk who could be said to be the most difficult monk he had been dealing with this year.

Suddenly, Wang Mo frowned deeply, and only then did he realize that Lu Qingyang was not in the shop.

"No way? I came back early a few days ago!" Wang Mo's eyes flickered and he said to himself.

Thoughts flashed in his mind, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his majestic spiritual consciousness suddenly protruded. This market is only more than ten miles away, and with the strength of his spiritual consciousness, it can completely cover it.

After a cup of tea, Wang Mo opened his eyes abruptly, his brows twisted into a twitch: "No?"

His heart skipped a beat, a bad thought flashed across his mind, and the situation of saving him that day flashed across his mind.

Although not all demon cultivators are as brutal as that strong man, they are not in the minority, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will encounter unreasonable people.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo didn't delay, and walked out of the shop in a blink of an eye, rushing to the place where ingredients were bought and sold.

With their cultivation base and speed, these low-level monks couldn't see the slightest situation at all, they just felt an unprovoked breeze blowing by.

In just a few breaths, Wang Mo came to a street full of stalls.

"Aunt Zhang, have you ever been to Qingyang?" Wang Mo himself likes to eat delicious food, and he is quite familiar with the people here. He personally brought Lu Qingyang here to buy ingredients, and asked a middle-aged woman familiarly road.

"Shopkeeper Jin, Qingyang has been here before. He bought vegetables early and went back. This kid is really a good boy. What's wrong? He hasn't gone back yet? Maybe it's just playfulness, you uncle, don't scold him!" Aunt Zhang was like a chatterbox, asking one question after another without noticing that Wang Mo's figure was no longer in front of her, and when she came to her senses, she didn't understand what was going on.

In a corner, Wang Mo frowned tightly, and his consciousness spread again.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Wang Mo made a doubtful voice, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, it was in front of the most luxurious mansion in the city.

At this time, there was a large carriage, and the people in the carriage were carrying bulging sacks. The leader was a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes, and beside him stood a strong man nodding and bowing. The man surnamed Liang who almost trampled Lu Qingyang to death.

"Not bad, so many people have been found in just one morning, and it can be completed in a few days. Today is the second batch!" The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction.

"Second Master, thanks to the treasure you always gave, it's so useful!" The brawny man who had a ferocious and arrogant face back then, now looked at the middle-aged man with a flattering and flattering expression like a puppy.

Suddenly, a breeze blew past, and the two of them were still talking nonchalantly, unaware that there was one more person in the field.

"Liang Zhaoshi, have you ever arrested a slim, handsome boy of eleven or twelve years old?"

The sudden sound made the unsuspecting two men tremble and were taken aback for a moment.

"Bastard, old man Jin, are you looking for death?" Liang Zhaoshi was the strong man, and when he turned his head to see Wang Mo, he immediately yelled.

I saw Wang Mo standing beside the carriage expressionlessly, looking at the two of them quietly.

"Are you the person in charge?" Seeing that he answered the wrong question, Wang Mo turned to look at the middle-aged man in Chinese clothes and asked.

"My lord sees that you have lost your mind. You dare to come to my Liang mansion to act wildly. Come, take it down for me, so that you can concoct him!" The middle-aged man swept his consciousness and found that Wang Mo was only in the late stage of Qi refining. With a frosty look on his face, he thought to himself, no matter who dares to disturb his good mood, he will have to pay the price.

"Good old man Jin, you are so brave!" Liang Zhaoshi shouted angrily, as if he wanted to curry favor with his master, he sprinted towards Wang Mo.

But before he got close, he felt a majestic and huge force rushing towards him. This huge force was beyond his cognition, and before he could even scream, he turned into a pile of minced meat with a bang.

Seeing such a situation, those guards who were rushing forward immediately saw fear in their eyes, and they retreated in unison.

You know, Liang Zhaoshi has the peak of Qi refining, he didn't even touch the hem of the opponent's clothes and he ended up like this, they just have to die when they go up.

"You..." The pupils of the middle-aged man in Huafu shrank suddenly, obviously he did not expect such a result, he was about to speak some words, but a touch of blue-gold brilliance flashed, and it was held in his hand by a giant palm Without even a chance to resist, he was brought to Wang Mo.

Looking at the fearful man in front of him, Wang Mo didn't hesitate at all, and pressed his right palm on the top of his head with a faint black light shining.

"Ah!" As if he was going through something painful, the middle-aged man screamed like killing a pig.

And at the moment when the true essence flashed by, Wang Mo's original sallow face also returned to its original appearance in an instant.

"who?"

"Bold!"

At this moment, two strong auras burst out from the Liang Mansion, and when they saw the middle-aged man being held by Wang Mo, they shouted loudly.

But before they approached, one of the old men immediately grabbed the person beside him and stepped back abruptly.

"Senior, I don't know how my second brother offended senior. My Liang family is willing to offer treasures to calm senior's anger!" The old man was Liang Mingsheng, the head of the Liang family, and he was looking at Wang Mo with fear.

Obviously, from Wang Mo's soul-searching method, he could see a little root.

And those guards had long since disappeared without a trace.

"What? Brother, you said he is..." The person who was held by him was the third child of the Liang family. Hearing Liang Mingsheng's words, he asked with a look of disbelief.

"Bastard, how can you talk here, why don't you get out of the mansion?" Liang Mingsheng cursed angrily, pushed him towards the gate, and winked at him cryptically.

"Brother, I...he..." The youngest was a fool, he didn't realize Liang Mingsheng's intentions at all, and he needed an explanation.

"Nine Nether Rotten Souls?"

Suddenly, a plain voice sounded. Although the voice was plain, it sounded like it sounded from the bottom of people's hearts. The charm in it was plain, the kind of silent chill that chilled people's hearts.

Wang Mo has been in the Demon Realm for a long time, and the name of Jiuyou Rotten Soul has been heard for a long time.

It is a poison specially refined for the soul, which can imprison the soul of the living beings in the body, and the poison inside corrodes the soul, and the pain can be imagined.

In this way, after the death of the living beings, the tormented spirits are fierce ghosts full of resentment.

But now, Wang Mo learned from the middle-aged man's brain search that they were giving these children Jiuyou Rothun powder.

Although he was using these children for specific purposes, Wang Mo was certain that the other party was practicing some kind of vicious secret technique.

It's a pity that there is no cure for this kind of poison aimed at the soul. It can only be eliminated by relying on one's own spiritual consciousness, or the spiritual consciousness is strong enough to forcibly search for the soul without harming the soul at all.

But with Wang Mo's cultivation at this time, not to mention that these children have been deeply poisoned, even if they have just been poisoned, they are powerless to recover.

Casually leaving the dead body of the middle-aged man aside, ignoring Liang Mingsheng, who had a look of fear on his face, he swung his right hand abruptly.

The green-gold true essence flashed by, and the carriage and the shed of the carriage not far away instantly flew up, and half of the cloth bags were blown away.

All I saw were young boys lying there, the oldest was no more than fourteen or five years old, and the youngest was only about five or six years old.

Even though their ages and appearances are different, they all have distorted faces, with an abnormal red color on their faces, which is a strange color that is red and black.

But judging from their expressions, it was obvious that they were in great pain, and the strange thing was that under such circumstances, their bodies did not move at all.

If it weren't for the slightly fluttering nose wings and the almost invisible chest rise and fall, I'm afraid they would believe that they were dead.

"Mongrel!"

Wang Mo's eyes were icy cold, and he came to the side of Liang Mingsheng and Liang Mingsheng with a swaying figure. With his hands bluffed, he saw two giant palms of real essence burst out, grabbing the two of them instantly.

"what!"

Two screams sounded almost at the same time, and after a while, the two followed in the footsteps of their brothers.

Slowly opened his eyes, and as soon as his hands were loosened, the two of them collapsed to the ground like mud, without a sound.

His eyes turned slightly to look at the carriage, a look of unbearableness flashed across his eyes, he hesitated for a while, bit and closed his eyes, and swung his right hand violently.

The green-gold true essence flashed past, and the carriage and the children on it were all turned into fly ash and scattered in the air.

"Hey!"

Wang Mo sighed, stepped lightly on his feet, and his figure suddenly rose to the sky.

Looking at the gorgeous Liang Mansion below, he stretched out his right hand and let go, and in the end just pointed out that the true essence of fear would not enter the Liang Mansion, and then flew up into the sky.

Approaching the looming brilliance restriction, Wang Mo raised his right fist suddenly without any hesitation, and the gray-white qi gushed out from it, and the front of the fist was surrounded by fierce and domineering power, and with a soft puff, the restriction was broken.

When the restriction was broken, the green-gold real energy around him surged, and a pair of wings of light flashed behind him, and disappeared in place in an instant, galloping away to the northeast.

All the monks left alone looked at the sky with only clouds drifting by with horror on their faces.

That tyrannical aura, even though it might be the only time they met in their lifetime, it penetrated into the depths of their hearts, and I'm afraid they will never forget it in their lifetime.