With a puff, the minced meat thought about it, and its head turned into red, white and yellow filth, which spewed out, and was turned into fly ash by the stellar energy in an instant.

Without even looking at the falling corpse, Wang Mo's figure flickered, and he rushed towards the last person in an instant.

Seeing such a scene, a trace of fear flashed across the eyes of the middle-aged monk, and the thunder-like roar of the air burst frightened his mind. Fear stimulated his heart, and with a scream, he jumped down suddenly.

From the beginning, he planned to besiege and kill, then changed to besiege, then defended, and finally escaped, but he was the only one left.

"howl!"

Seeing that he was about to escape, Qing Pi let out a wild roar, and the bloody thunder crackled on the sharp horn, and he leaned over and rushed away.

Feeling the sharp aura coming from behind, the monk felt like a light was on his back, and ran away desperately.

"Bold!"

At this moment, an old but bell-like voice pierced through the entire manor and went straight into the void.

In an instant, a cloud of blue devilish energy rushed towards the middle-aged monk, and under his surprised eyes, passed beside him and rushed towards the rushing green skin.

Among them, a thin old man was vaguely visible, staring at Qingpi with a sullen expression on his face.

The escaped middle-aged cultivator didn't even have the guts to take a look at him after his shock had settled down, so he hurriedly fell down.

Even though it was only a brief exchange of blows, maintaining that ferocious attack already made him unable to make ends meet.

"Humph!"

Seeing that the two were about to collide, Wang Mo's eyes flashed coldly, and the wings of light appeared on his back instantly.

That skinny.The old man only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and saw that there was another person beside the giant blue beast. When he recognized the appearance of the opponent and the giant blue beast, his pupils shrank suddenly, apparently thinking of something.

But at such a short distance at this time, it was too late to dodge, a blue light spit out from his mouth, and a buzzing sound came out, rushing towards Wang Mo.

His right hand stretched forward, and a reddish-yellow sword tip was stabbed towards Qingpi fiercely in his palm.

Seeing that the opponent is going all out to attack, and his cultivation is still at the state of great perfection of alchemy, Wang Mo's face showed a dignified expression.

Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a ray of green light, which instantly hit the blue light.

Stretching forward with his left hand, a red-gold flying sword flew out in an instant, rushing towards the red-yellow flying sword.

The four top-level magic weapons intersected in an instant, and the booming sound was accompanied by a loud clang, and the majestic fluctuations of vitality filled the entire sky in an instant, and a gust of wind blew up around the sweeping area. It was only the aftermath of the fight between the three that destroyed the manor below.

Except for more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators and the middle-aged cultivator who escaped, all of them were shocked to death by the aftermath.

The blue light collided with the war halberd, and flew back upside down with clangs, making a sharp sword cry, and there was a strange flying sword like a spirit snake.

And the red-yellow flying sword, although not as weird as the blue flying sword, but the fluctuations it exudes are also extremely strong. When it collided with Wang Mode's own red-gold sword, and even hit with the green-skinned horn, he was instantly crushed. The two collided and flew back.

"Hum!" The old man only felt the center of his mind for a while, and then a pain swept over him. At this time, it was too late to use the magic weapon, and before he had time to think about it, a yellow jade talisman appeared on his left wrist and was snapped by him instantly. Crumble it.

Then a yellow halo instantly rose up, protecting it from the outside.

Even though the old man was a Dzogchen monk who formed alchemy, he couldn't do things like the blood-fiend thunder and the thunder-type true essence contained in the war halberd, and his consciousness was immediately attacked.

Although he survived by relying on his spiritual cultivation, he also became unconscious for a short time.

"Bah!"

How could Wang Mo give him a chance to recover? In the battle in Zhongyang City that year, he had a deep impression on the monk who formed the alchemy Dzogchen.

With a loud shout, the left hand held the halberd on its back, and the right fist was densely covered with qi, and suddenly fell down.

As the punches collided with the light curtain, there was another blast of air, which caused large ripples, and the impacting old man suddenly fell down.

The green skin next to him also rushed down. Even if the previous blow was assisted by the Chijin Sword, it would not be easy to face the blow of the Great Perfection.

Seeing the old man falling down under the light curtain, the bloody thunder crackled on the one horn as it rushed, and hit it with a stab.

But it didn't stop attacking, and the bloody thunderbolts flashed one after another on it, and four consecutive thunderbolts fell.

Wang Mo's side also punched heavily, and with the sound of bang and click, the light curtain finally shattered.

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

The old man was blocked by the light curtain, and finally woke up. Seeing the rushing fist, his eyes flashed fiercely, and the blue light of the snake sword flashed with a slight movement of his mind, which instantly turned into a ten-foot-long sword light and slashed across , to cut to Wang Mo.

Wang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and between loosening and tightening his right fist, cyan scales appeared on it, and he punched Jianmang without dodging or avoiding it.

There was a loud bang in an instant, and Wang Mo's body was shocked by the frenzied vitality, but he was blocked by the real gang around him, and then he rubbed his body again.

Seeing that Qingpi was about to attack the old man again, Wang Mo gave Qingta an order in his mind, ordering it to go to the manor and kill the rest of the people.

Qingpi understood, and the huge body instantly turned into a green glow, and fell downwards.

Facing this alchemy Dzogchen monk, Wang Mo did not dare to be careless. After all, Qingpi was only at the early stage of the third level, and he was not strong enough to deal with such a strong man.

"Hey!" The old man sneered, and did not stop Qing Pi, he has already recognized Wang Mogen's feet: "I think you are Wang Mo, you dare to come to your door, and the old man arrests you and returns you to the sect, it must be another great achievement !hey-hey!"

Although he was surprised by the opponent's strength, the old man's spiritual sense swept over him and found that the opponent was only in the early stage of alchemy, so he immediately became full of confidence.

In his view, to be able to reach such a state in the early stage of alchemy, although the talent is amazing, but it is only relying on the power of treasures and spirit beasts.

The two hands suddenly made a tactic, a little bit of the red and yellow flying sword, parallel to the snake sword, the two swords merged with a whistling sound, turned into a three-color sword light and a giant sword light slashed down.

Wang Mo's eyes froze. Although the opponent's attack was not as strong as the Blood Soul Sect monks who fought back then, it was only slightly weaker.

Not daring to be negligent, the light wings behind him flashed, dodging the sword light for a moment, and reappeared on the left side of the old man, with the green and golden brilliance of the war halberd in his hand flashing and piercing the old man's right rib.

"Huh?" The astonishment in the old man's eyes flashed away. It was obvious that Wang Mo's speed was beyond his expectation. Feeling the sharpness of the halberd blade, he flicked his left hand forward in awe-inspiring manner. Seeing a light yellow halo floating above his wrist.

Quickly make a tactic with one hand, touch the circle of light, and it instantly becomes a foot in size with a buzzing sound. When Wang Mo's battle halberd approached, he blocked it dangerously and dangerously.

The halberd pierced straight into the circle of light, making loud hissing noises, but it could not be saved, and the fierce and incomparable blow was unexpectedly blocked.

Feeling the quagmire-like suction in the circle of light, Wang Mo's eyes flashed fiercely. He wanted to see how strong the magic weapon's suction was. Green scales stood up on his hands, and the green robes all over his body instantly turned into Flying ash, revealing the black scale armor with evil spirit exposed inside.

"Bah!"

With a loud roar, Wang Mo burst out with fierce and unparalleled power. He clenched the halberd with both hands and stabbed forward suddenly, and saw the invisible light curtain in the circle of light sinking inward in an instant.

Even with that, the ten-foot-sized halo suddenly shrunk by half.

"What?" The old man's eyes flashed with surprise, and then a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. With a slight movement of his mind, the three-color sword glow flashed again, and he slashed at Wang Mo.

Seeing the slight movement of the sword light, the corner of Wang Mo's mouth turned into a cold look, a gray light flashed on his forehead, and an invisible wave hit the old man instantly.

"what!"

Suddenly, the old man's heart felt as if he had been hit hard, and he screamed miserably.

Under the shock of the mind, the aperture of light shrank instantly like a bracelet-like halo, and it was placed on the halberd blade with a clang.

And the three-color sword light above Wang Mo's head also exploded with a buzzing sound, and shattered instantly.

Without the hindrance of the halo, the war halberd stabbed at the old man's left rib with boundless vigor.

Although this old man has a high level of cultivation, he does not dare to be careless in the face of the vitality of the thunder element. In order to be injured by him again, most of the power of the spiritual consciousness is injected into the magic weapon to defend.

Even though Wang Mo's spiritual consciousness and cultivation base are quite different from it, but under the blessing of Concentration Art, his spiritual consciousness is already similar to him, and most of his mind is in the magic weapon, and he can perform a single strike with concentration.

With a soft puff, the sharp halberd blade instantly pierced into his left rib.

Just when Wang Mo wanted to go further, the old man had already woken up with his strong cultivation base, and the blue mist of magic energy flashed on his hands, and he grabbed the halberd suddenly.

When the blue mist magic energy came into contact with the green-gold true essence, it was like boiling oil falling into cold water, and it sizzled and radiated.

Wang Mo's eyes were fixed, and he was secretly startled by the huge force transmitted from the halberd. This monk who formed the alchemy Dzogchen really wasn't so easy to kill.

"Hey, this sect is going to extract your soul and refine your soul!" The old man felt the pain in his body on his sinister face. If he was slower, he might be pierced in the heart by the halberd blade.

With such a serious injury, unless he can quickly find the legendary panacea that can revive human flesh and bones, he can only rely on his cultivation to drag the injury and die while his cultivation is declining.

The heart is the place where all meridians converge. Among all living beings, it is the most important place. If the dantian is broken, one can still survive. If the heart is broken, one must die.

Only the Nascent Soul cultivator can make up for this kind of physical trauma by relying on the origin of the Nascent Soul, but he is obviously not.

"Humph!"

Wang Mo snorted coldly at the end of his nose, ignored him, and with a sudden force in his hand, the true essence was poured into the war halberd again, and the true essence was pierced into his body through the war halberd.

"puff!"

The thunder-type vitality that just restrained the demonic energy penetrated into the body, and the old man was injured again, and suddenly spit out a bloody arrow, but there was a strange look in his eyes, and his hands were still holding the halberd tightly, not letting him go take off.

Seeing his expression, Wang Mo's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and an unexplainable feeling rose up.

Before he had time to think about it, he twisted his waist, raised his left foot suddenly, and kicked it under his left rib.

"Heavenly Demon Transformation!"

Just when Wang Mo kicked his foot down, the old man shouted eeriely, and a huge black light and shadow suddenly appeared behind him.

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