Retrograde fairy way

"Hurry up, boy Mo, I want to eat delicious food!" Huofeng stood on Wang Mo's shoulder bouncing around, pecking at the ends of his hair from time to time, chattering non-stop.

The corner of Wang Mo's mouth twitched, but there was nothing he could do.

Regarding the fact that Feng Manqing, the main body of the fire and phoenix divine consciousness, had set a restriction on his own spiritual consciousness, Wang Mo also accepted it.

Fortunately, the other party was not as vicious as the mysterious old man of the Qing Yuzong, who came every few years, tossing him to death.

In fact, it can't be called a restriction, maybe it's more appropriate to say that it's a sojourn, but if the sleeping Feng Manqing's spiritual consciousness can't re-merge with Huofeng and obtain a physical body within a hundred years, it will completely dissipate.

Now Feng Manqing's spiritual consciousness is on the seal of her forehead, if she dissipates, her majestic spiritual consciousness will inevitably cause Wang Mo's consciousness to riot.

This fire phoenix is ​​transformed by its supernatural power of blood essence fusion, if it is sealed for a long time, its spirituality will inevitably decline, and if it cannot be integrated with the divine consciousness at that time, it will be him who is unlucky.

"Okay, okay, let's go right away!" Facing Huofeng's constant harassment, Wang Mo's temples throbbed. This was not a sign of danger, but a precursor to an outbreak.

Fortunately, since the battle of beheading Yuan Jinqiao, Wang Mo can now be said to have a clear mind, and his heart has relaxed a lot, so he didn't care too much about it.

He took out a jade slip between his palms and stuck it on his forehead. After a while, Wang Mo opened his eyes and frowned slightly: "Tianyuan City?"

"Forget it, just go here, be careful and think about it, there won't be any big problems!" Thinking flashed in his eyes, as if he had some scruples about Tianyuan City, it took Wang Mo a while to make up his mind to go here.

With a light touch on the foot, the spiritual consciousness submerged into the blue wind boat, a roar burst out, and it galloped forward in an instant.

Although galloping at a high altitude, he couldn't hear any noise in the Blue Wind Boat, let alone feel the harsh wind in the sky. From a distance, it looked like an elongated elliptical awl.

If we were to say which city is the largest in the Demon Realm, it would be the Heavenly Demon City of the Heavenly Demon Sect. This was specially built to demonstrate the unique status of the Heavenly Demon Sect in the Demon Realm.

But if you want to say which is the most prosperous city in the Demon Realm, Tianyuan City is the undisputed number one, not one of them.

After several days of flying in the sky, Wang Mo and his party finally arrived at this bustling city.

In order not to attract attention, Wang Mo asked Xueyi to reduce his breath to the early stage of alchemy, while he was in the middle stage of foundation establishment, mixing among the monks who came and went, such a cultivation level would not attract attention at all.

I don't know how many monks come and go to Tianyuan City every day, even the Nascent Soul monks often appear, let alone the monks who are around the early stage of alchemy.

With Wang Mo's current cultivation of spiritual consciousness, if he deliberately hides it, even a monk in the early stage of Yuanying will ignore it inadvertently.

And even if the bloody clothes were exposed, no one would ask him to have any connection with Wang Mo. The majestic bloody evil spirit in his body was not something that a cultivator like Wang Mo could have according to the outside rumors.

Looking from a distance, there is a huge plaque above the city gate, which is tens of feet high, and the three big characters "Tianyuan City" are shining brightly on it.

Just watching from a distance, I felt a majestic momentum rushing towards my face.

Instructing Huofeng not to talk nonsense, after stuffing it into the sleeve, Wang Mo followed behind the bloody clothes, and after paying the entrance fee, he walked into the city in a vigorous manner.

The monks here come and go a lot, and they dress in all kinds of strange things, and they also dress up in different shapes and colors. Many monks bring all kinds of monster pets.

It's just that most of them are pets that are kept with them, and none of them can really play a role in fighting skills.

In Abyss of Heaven City, it is divided into inner and outer cities, and in the outer city, except for a few foundation-building monks who do business here, most of them are Qi-refining monks.

As for the resident monks in the inner city, except for the qi refining servants who do odd jobs in the major shops, all of them are at the level of foundation establishment or above.

Even in some places, the monks who established the foundation could be seen serving guests as servants.

Such a phenomenon, I am afraid that only the prosperous Tianyuan City can appear.

Seeing the monks coming and going, Wang Mo sighed in his heart. No matter how high his cultivation level was, he suddenly felt a sense of indifference in the face of the sea-like crowd.

Suddenly, Wang Mo shuddered Lingling, frightened by his own thought.

Quickly and carefully calmed down, and then continued to walk forward.

Deep in his heart, he always thought that he was a person of flesh and blood, not the kind of high-ranking, self-righteous monk who disregarded life.

"drive!"

Just as Wang Mo was looking around, a high-pitched shout echoed half the street, attracting many monks to look sideways.

I saw a luxurious beast cart pulled by nine ferocious beasts. The spacious carriage fully occupied half of the street. Dozens of monks followed all the way around it. The light flashed.

And the man driving the car was even more frightening, with a strong and burly body, matched with the fierce eyes, the bald head shone like a beast.

As soon as this group of people appeared, a strong and fierce aura swept out, making everyone retreat to the side of the street involuntarily when they were paying attention.

"Fizz!"

There were gasps among the crowd one after another, apparently someone recognized the origin of the beast cart.

"Nine Beasts pulling carts, could it be the Holy Man of the Mountain?"

"It's very likely that it's this senior. If it weren't for this senior, I'm afraid no one would have such awe!"

"It turned out to be Wuman Mountain, the Saint of Manshan Mountain!"

"He is really an old man. I heard that decades ago, he fought a battle with Saint Sky Eagle and retreated completely!"

"What? Impossible? The Barbarian Mountain Saint is only at the early stage of Nascent Soul, and the Sky Eagle Saint is a monk at the middle stage of Nascent Soul!"

"Hmph, are you ignorant? Although the Manshan Saint is only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, he has cultivated a secret body refining technique, and his physical strength is not weaker than that of ordinary top-level magic weapons. He can be called the top figure in the magic body double rest. Naturally, the strength cannot be measured at ordinary levels!"

"So that's the case. No wonder this aura is so fierce. It turns out that he has practiced body training techniques!"

Obtaining information from the words from the crowd, Wang Mo's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the beast cart going away, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "As expected of a saint, even the driver of the cart is a monk of knot formation, the grandeur is as expected It's big enough, and it's still a body cultivator!"

Although the other party has cultivated to the Nascent Soul Realm, Wang Mo doesn't think that the barbarian mountain sage can reach the Nascent Soul Realm just by relying on body training techniques.

The later the cultivation base is, the more difficult it is to save.

And in the Nascent Soul Realm, with a thousand years of life, these Nascent Soul saints can only retreat to find other ways to increase their strength when their cultivation cannot be improved.

And this barbarian mountain sage, presumably the best among them, relied on the power of the magic body and double rest, with the initial stage of Yuanying, he was undefeated in the middle stage of Yuanying.

"boom!"

Just as the animal cart passed by, there was a sudden roar in the city, and the continuous ups and downs of screams could be faintly heard in the distance.

"Huh?" Wang Mo frowned slightly, looking into the distance.

At the other end of the street, countless monks were fleeing here, and then a tyrannical impact hit his face, making Wang Mo's heart throb.

There is no scene of fierce battle of magic treasures, it is obvious that someone is competing for momentum.

And there was a barbarian mountain sage who just passed by, it is very likely that there was some conflict.

"Bastard!"

There was another explosive roar, and the previous aura surged again, like a beast devouring people, and the majestic and fierce aura soared into the sky.

And the other aura that confronts it is not weak at all, the same fierce and evil aura is pressing, and it can be vaguely felt that there is a sharper aura.

The screams one after another are still ringing out, and the aura competition between the two has not stopped. It is the injured person who was impacted by the aura of the two.

Even though it was so far apart, Wang Mo felt two tyrannical pressures, which made him have to take a few steps back to stabilize his body, let alone others.

But in order to behave more naturally, he still pretended to retreat involuntarily.

Seeing that the two pressures became more and more tyrannical, and more and more people were injured, a more tyrannical wave suddenly came from the sky.

But this tyrannical fluctuation did not touch the low-level monks below. Obviously, the controlling power was extremely strong. As soon as it appeared, it suppressed and isolated the two auras.

"The two saints, Manshan and Tianying, come to my Tianyuan City as guests from afar. The old man Luo Yuanming welcomes you on behalf of Tianyuan City. But if you don't abide by the city rules, you will be a bad guest. I don't mind sending you two away." Out of town!"

The slightly old voice pierced the sky and spread for tens of miles around, making those low-level monks who were trembling under the pressure suddenly relaxed.

"Sage Yuanming?"

"It's his old man!"

"The Great Elder of Abyss Sky City!"

"If it hadn't been for his old man to show up, we would have been miserable!"

"Sage Luoyuan Ming, that is a legendary figure in the late Yuanying period!"

For a while, there was a lot of voices and buzzing, obviously the owner of the voice had heard of it.

"Remember Manshan!"

"Tianying remember!"

Suddenly, two majestic voices came out, and the aura of the two collisions subsided in an instant.

At the center of that imposing collision, a burly and bearded man glanced across the street with slightly gloomy eyes.

And standing there was a thin middle-aged man with a body like a stick, his face was extremely gloomy, and he stared back not to be outdone.

Obviously, the two great sages were extremely afraid of Luo Yuanming, the owner of the old voice, or in other words, afraid of the power behind him.

Looking at the situation of the two, it is not difficult to guess that these two people are the Man Mountain Saint and the Sky Eagle Saint.

"You two can do it for yourself!"

Luo Yuanming's old voice sounded, and then drifted away, and that coercion disappeared immediately.

Not long after, with the disappearance of the coercion of the three saints, the whole street resumed its hustle and bustle, but more topics revolved around the three saints.

A few screams could still be faintly heard in the distance. It was obvious that someone had been seriously injured in the previous collision of the two great saints.

It's just that when encountering such a thing, you can only admit that you are unlucky. Does anyone dare to go to the Holy One for judgment?

Even Luo Yuanming, one of the three late Yuanying monks in Tianyuan City, only gave verbal warnings, let alone low-level monks like them.