Retrograde fairy way

"puff!"

There was no violent sound, only this soft sound, and Yuan Jinqiao's body was split into pieces in an instant, and the broken body parts were turned into countless fragments by the violent vitality fluctuations and scattered around.

"Huh?" Wang Mo's eyes suddenly froze, because in his impression, the other party's Nascent Soul would never be destroyed so easily.

"Oh!"

At this moment, there was a violent impact.

Turning around and looking, I saw at the other end of the light curtain, a black and yellow feet-long glittering and translucent villain, holding a ring in one hand, looking at himself with resentment, but his expression was extremely lethargic, and there was a trace of Dark red silk thread is wound inside it.

Its appearance is exactly the same as the dead Yuan Jinqiao, it is his Yuanying.

This Golden Five Prison Formation can trap even the great evil of the Nascent Soul Dzogchen at the beginning, how could he, a little Nascent Soul in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, be able to escape.

If it was so easy to escape, then this Golden Five Prison Formation would not have become the powerful weapon of the Lingxu Sect to shock the Demon Dao Sect back then.

"go!"

Without the slightest hesitation, with a slight movement of his mind, the blood soul puppet and the blood clothes followed him and jumped towards the end of the light curtain.

Xin Qihu was taken aback for a moment, then his face changed drastically, and he also galloped away.

This Yuan Jinqiao's physical body was destroyed, and Yuan Ying was trapped in the formation and could not escape. He claimed that he would die, and he would definitely choose to perish with the enemy.

And in the formation, there are only them.

Just as Wang Mo was rushing forward, there was a sudden bump in his temple, which was a sign of extreme danger.

Without even thinking about it, the Cangming Halberd suddenly moved forward, and the green-gold true energy on it flashed, and was thrown out by Wang Mo with a roar, while his figure retreated rapidly.

At this moment, a strange fluctuation appeared in front of the Cangming Halberd, and then a small crystal-clear figure flashed out of the void, which was Yuan Jinqiao's Nascent Soul.

Xu Shi had just appeared teleported, and his mind was still in chaos, he didn't notice the situation in front of him. When he was awake, when he saw the halberd stabbing towards him, which was only less than a foot away, he was stunned for a moment, and then Let out a sharp cry.

"what!"

It is as piercing as a baby ghost screaming, and it makes people feel terrified when they hear it.

But it was too late to dodge at this time, even if he wanted to teleport, in his current state, two consecutive teleports had reached the limit.

According to what he thought, he wanted to blew himself up to pull everyone back.

"puff!"

A light sound passed through, and the Cangming Halberd Blade pierced through it to the point of chilling, and the thunder element essence contained in it directly trembled its heart.

Wang Mo, who was retreating, squinted his eyes, and his mind moved slightly, and the war halberd quickly flew towards Yuanying with him.

As for himself, he stepped forward again, with his right hand slamming forward, the golden light crackled on it, his body passed the Cangming Halberd, and with a bang, he slapped Nascent Soul's head.

"Snapped!"

Like a slap, the black and yellow Nascent Soul was instantly torn apart by the slap, turning into countless streams of light and shooting around.

So far, Yuan Jinqiao, the Nascent Soul Saint, has truly fallen, and he is also the first Nascent Soul cultivator to be truly beheaded by Wang Mo. Even though many methods have been used, such as being trapped and gang fights, they are all in the end. won.

Looking at the fragments of Nascent Soul, Wang Mo's eyes flickered slightly, his left hand turned suddenly, and a huge black vase appeared instantly, his right hand swiftly made a tactic, and swung a giant palm of true essence, suddenly ingesting those fragments.

But at this moment, the bloody clothes had already turned into blood-colored limangs and rushed towards the fragments, opening their mouths to devour them unceremoniously.

The blood soul puppet was not to be outdone, and countless black lights burst out from his body, sweeping towards the fragments, reaching the area in an instant, and putting them into his torso.

These two are completely driven by instinct, and they have an innate greed for these things that contain a lot of vitality.

The actions of the two naturally fell into Wang Mo's induction, but they did not stop them.

In this battle, the two have made great efforts, even if they are just his puppets, they must be treated humanely.

You can't just ask the horse to run, but you can't even give it a grass.

But Xin Qihu who was in the distance was stunned. The mighty Nascent Soul Saint was killed by them like this?

And even the Nascent Soul didn't escape, it was still the kind that was completely destroyed.

At this time, Xin Qihu seemed to be in a fog, and he still couldn't believe it.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and gave himself an ear scraper. Feeling the burning pain on his cheek, he realized that he was still alive.

And the Nascent Soul Saint, who threatened the survival of the entire family and forced his good brother to blew himself up, really fell.

At this moment, Wang Mo finished collecting the last Nascent Soul fragments, took out a few jade talismans to seal the mouth of the bottle, and put them into the ring while flipping over with his left hand.

The blood-clothed and blood-soul puppets stared straight at Wang Mokong's empty left hand with their scarlet eyes and four seething blood lights, but they didn't dare to make the slightest movement.

"throat!"

Suddenly, Wang Mo took a few deep breaths, and spurted out a few traces of blood mist, and his eyes turned black again and again.

Although the previous fights were short, they were all full of extreme tension. When he relaxed a little, he suddenly felt dizzy, and his eyes turned black.

With a plop, he sat down on the ground involuntarily, calmed down the breath in his body, and then woke up.

With a slight movement of mind, he retracted the Cangming Halberd, and swallowed it into his stomach with his mouth open.

This Cangming Halberd is his natal magic weapon, and it must be bred with natal pill fire for a long time to continue to increase its power.

"Fellow Daoist Xin, shouldn't it be time to hand over the Thousand Flame Fire Spiritual Fruit to me?" Looking at Xin Qihu who looked a little dull, Wang Mo said indifferently.

"Ahh...uh!" Xin Qihu woke up suddenly when he heard the words, but he looked up at the palm of his hand for a moment. At this time, there was nothing there, and he couldn't help but bitterly said: "Fellow Daoist Wang, forgive me, but he is not around at this time!"

Wang Mo raised his eyebrows, nodded noncommittally, and took out the spirit stone to recover.

At this time, his body was exhausted, and he had persisted with a lot of perseverance before, but if he didn't practice and recover, he might not be able to support it anymore.

Seeing Wang Mo sitting on the ground practicing, beside him were two monsters that did not resemble humans, Xin Qihu knew the identity of the other party very well, and from the previous sentence, he also saw that Wang Mo had no intention of killing him.

"call!"

After taking a deep breath, he sat down on the ground with a thud, a wave of fatigue swept over his body, and waves of piercing pain in his sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the sequelae of taking the cultivation-improvement elixir, and after going through the battle at this time, he is already exhausted, even weaker than Wang Mo.

But the ring in his hand had already been given to his daughter to take away, but he didn't even have the recovery pill, so he could only look at Wang Mo eagerly, but he didn't dare to disturb him.

Xu Shi was aware of his gaze, Wang Mo slowly opened his eyes, looked up and down, only then realized the embarrassment of the other party, did not say much, took out several jade bottles with his palms and threw them over.

Then he recovered with the spirit stone in hand. Even though his body was extremely lacking, Wang Mo still did not choose to use the elixir to recover. He would only choose to take the elixir unless it was an emergency.

This is also his consistent habit. He has always believed that pills are not very good for cultivation and will only increase his own inertia.

Xin Qihu grabbed the medicine bottle, looked at Wang Mo gratefully, saw that he was practicing in silence, so he didn't say a word, then opened the medicine bottle and poured it into his mouth without looking at it, and began to use the exercises to practice.

In his current state, he really didn't think about whether Wang Mo would kill him to silence him, it was really unnecessary.

……

Time flies, and half a year has passed by now.

On the same day, he rejected Xin Qihu's invitation to explore the secret treasure together. Wang Mo, wearing a bloody coat, found a secret place at random, and completely stabilized his cultivation in the middle stage of alchemy, and then headed southeast all the way.

Wang Mo really didn't have any interest in the secret treasures. Even though Baoduo was not overwhelmed, his current net worth was enough to make any Nascent Soul cultivator jealous, and even a cultivator of Huashen would feel a little greedy.

Along the way, he changed his body shape, hid his identity, and inquired about the news along the way, Wang Mo gradually had a hope in his heart.

Because of the direction he was going, according to the maps he deliberately collected in the Demon Realm over the years, plus the maps hidden by Tang Zhenye, and his decades of experience in Tianhuo State, he finally determined the place he walked out of that year.

It was the Daxia cultivation world that was forced to leave his hometown, and based on the short memory of Ye Chongyang's bloody clothes, Wang Mo was more convinced of the location of that place.

However, according to his current pace, even if he tried his best, it would take several years to reach it, which is enough to show the vastness of this continent.

Even though he was careful all the way, he still encountered groups of monks robbing him from time to time. Wang Mo had no choice but to stop and go, and the trip was delayed after coming and going.

And along the way, he had to take care of Huofeng, the troublemaker. No matter how aggressive Wang Mo was, he would always pounce on her whenever he was interested.

Not to mention causing a lot of trouble, but also asking Wang Mo to clean up the mess, even if he threatened her to seal him in the ring, it would not help.

Over time, Huofeng's spiritual wisdom has been opened up, and she no longer cares about Wang Mo's threats.

Fortunately, with Wang Mo's current cultivation base and Xue Yi acting as his master from time to time, with the cooperation of the two, few people would dare to provoke the Dzogchen monks who formed alchemy.

With the identity of the bloody demon in blood clothes, Wang Mo no longer hides his head and shows his tail like before. As long as he transforms his figure, he can walk in the big towns in the Demon Realm openly and aboveboard.

"Whoosh!"

A roaring air burst pierced the sky, startling all the monks below to look up quickly, but only saw a blood-colored brilliance go away in an instant, and disappeared into the sky after a while.

Looking at the sky with only clouds, a group of monks showed envy, jealousy, unwillingness, and various expressions.

But in the end, they all turned into a sigh and continued with the matter at hand.

At this time, Wang Mo and Xue Yi were standing on a small boat.

The whole boat was as green and crystal clear as jade. Although it was only two feet in size when it was sacrificed, its speed was extremely astonishing.

Originally, this jade boat was called Yicuizhou, which was found in Yuan Jinqiao's storage ring, but Wang Mo thought the name was too delicate, so he changed it to Qingfengzhou.