Retrograde fairy way

"..." Ye Chongyang nodded slightly, with a satisfied look on his face, he casually waved out a wave of devilish energy, and captured Luo Xiangtian in his hand, a few rays of brilliance flashed by, trapping his body so that he couldn't make a sound .

For Wang Mo's performance, Ye Chongyang has always attached great importance to it. He can see the situation clearly at the flick of his fingers, and his ability to assess the situation has been practiced to the extreme.

"Little friend is a kind-hearted person. If you want to do it yourself, I will go!" Nodding slightly at Wang Mo, Ye Chongyang swept Xiang'er's head, and said with deep meaning, and then the devilish energy around him rolled up, leading Luo Xiangtian to go north.

Not long after, his figure disappeared into the sky.

"call!"

After he left, Wang Mo let out a long breath of foul air. Even though his cultivation base has greatly improved now, he can't help but feel trembling in the face of this unpredictable clone of the great monk.

Looking at the direction in which he was leaving, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head to look at the bloody clothes. Ye Chongyang had set restrictions on the bloody clothes back then, so it must not be lifted as easily as he did back then.

Presumably, the other party was able to find this place. Apart from coincidence, there was also a reason for it.

The little fingers of the left and right hands trembled slightly, the blood clothes returned to the figure of a boy, and the blood soul puppet turned into a blood light and sank into his little fingers.

"Hey!"

Looking at the head with eyes still open, Wang Mo shook his head and sighed, then swung out a wave of true essence, turning it into a ball of ashes.

A gust of wind blew out and sprayed it all over the top of the mountain.

"You yearned for freedom when you were alive. In this green field in the mountains, forget it and make your wish!"

Looking at the ashes of Yangsa blowing away with the wind, Wang Mo looked up, his face was calm but there were waves in his heart.

The thought that the world was like a cage came to my heart again, making Wang Mo's heart tremble involuntarily.

Who can sort out the affairs of the world?

……

"Old Sun, have you heard? Tianmoyuan was forced to close this time!"

At the corner of the street, a tall and thin Qi Refining Cultivator was showing off to the people around him with a mysterious expression.

"Hey, Lao Liu, don't show off here. It's spread all over the world. I heard that in the battle of Tianyuan City, several Nascent Soul Saints fell!" The man said with a disdainful smile. I know.

"Ah? The Nascent Soul saints have all fallen, and the old grandson hasten to tell what's going on!" The tall and thin monk was startled when he heard it, and then asked.

"Since you asked sincerely, brother, I'll tell you..." The man straightened his body, and then he began to speak eloquently.

What the two talked about was nothing more than a few years ago in the battle of Tianmoyuan. The demon cultivators lost several Nascent Soul monks, but their bodies were destroyed and Nascent Souls escaped.

Since thousands of years ago, there has never been such a large loss in the Demon Realm.

After suffering such a loss, many forces naturally refused to let it go.

Regarding the "arrogant behavior" of the immortal cultivator, many forces united for the first time, preparing to encircle and suppress the opponent.

Not far away, a middle-aged man with a palm-sized red sparrow was standing on his shoulder, and beside him was a blood-clothed boy with an expressionless face, casually looking at the goods on the stall, and speaking with The other party bargained.

It was Wang Mo who changed his identity!

At this time, several years have passed since the First World War. Wang Mo has always felt a faint uneasiness about Ye Chongyang's sudden appearance, so he searched for a place to cultivate for several years before hiding his body again and continuing to the southeast and go.

What surprised him was that no matter where he went south from, he would meet many teams of high-ranking monks along the way.

In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, Wang Mo had to go through the Demon Realm more carefully from the mortal kingdom.

What surprised him was that no matter where he was going from, he would meet a team of monks every so often, and it felt like the monks in the entire Demon Realm had been mobilized.

This invisibly slowed down Wang Mo's progress.

"It seems that it should be the Tianmoyuan incident that caused the Demon Realm to tremble, and many forces joined forces to hunt down the immortal cultivators from the three states, or..." In front of the booth, Wang Mo put down the things in his hand, slightly disappointed by the stall owner gradually faded away.

In this small market, after buying some low-level fire-type elixir for Huofeng as snacks and some drinks, Wang Mo left here.

……

A few days later, in a small mountain range, Wang Mo held a jade slip in his hand, placed it on his forehead and closed his eyes to check it.

"Ling Feng Nation? Let's go from here!"

Flipping the jade slips away, Wang Mo moved towards the outskirts of the mountains.

In the depths of his heart, apart from hunting down the immortal cultivators who disturbed Tianmoyuan's party with such a big move by the Demon Realm, many people are probably thinking of looking for him.

After getting out of this small mountain range, Wang Mo did not gallop away as before, but slowed down, shaking his hands and releasing the green skin.

Walking slowly in the mountain trails, Qingpi turned into a foot-long puppy, and the fire phoenix flew above its head from time to time, playing with it.

Looking at Qingpi jumping up and down under the teasing of the fire phoenix, and listening to the birdsong from time to time in the forest, I didn't feel the slightest sense of loneliness deep in my heart.

There is still such a trace of etherealness, feeling the breath of freedom, and the thought of 'shackles' that haunted his heart seems to be a lot easier.

Only in this state can Wang Mo feel that he is a real person, and his heart slowly calms down.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Wang Mo, who was walking on the wild road in the mountains with a face full of enjoyment, his nose twitched slightly, and his complexion instantly became gloomy.

And the green skin in front of it also stopped, even though it was pecked by the fire phoenix a few times, it didn't care, and it whined at the foot of the mountain.

The next moment, Wang Mo turned into a wisp of green smoke and went towards the foot of the mountain.

Xue Yi kept up with him every step of the way, and turned into a bloody awn that clung to Wang Mo's back about ten feet away.

After a few flashes of his figure, he saw a small mountain village at the foot of the mountain.

Looking at the sun, it was supposed to be the time of lunch, but there was no smoke from cooking, and there was not even a trace of pigs and dogs barking.

In the silent village, there is only a trace of bloody air floating in the air.

And in this bloody aura, there is also a strong resentment, which makes the village under the scorching sun even more gloomy.

Wang Mo was attracted by this blood energy, and after dealing with the monks of the demonic way for so long, he knew very well that this was the aura that would only be produced when the monks of the blood way made blood sacrifices here.

With a slight movement of consciousness, the mountain village was completely covered, and every detail was captured in his eyes.

"Humph!"

With an undetectable cold snort on the tip of his nose, Wang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and walked towards the east of the village.

After a few dodges, Wang Mo appeared in front of a dilapidated stone house.

This small stone house can be regarded as the best house in the mountain village. It has doors and windows, and there are many bows, arrows, harpoons and other things hanging on the walls.

At this moment in the room, there was a groan of unrecognizable pain, the collision with the body, and a breath of blood even covered the blood.

Wang Mo stepped into it without hesitation.

In the small stone house, there are several strong men with bare upper body, struggling to squeeze the woman below them, without realizing that there is another person in the room.

But looking at the situation of several women at this time, it seems that they are already exhaling more and less inhaling, and there are even traces of abnormal wrinkles on their skin.

And around the walls of the stone house, there were still a few naked, pale ashes, but there was no sound,

The four men obviously didn't notice Wang Mo's arrival, and they were still ravaging the already unbearable woman beneath them.

"Humph!"

Wang Mo snorted coldly, and accurately poured the voice into several people's ears with his spiritual consciousness.

"Wow!"

Wang Mo's divine sense is so powerful, it fell into the ears of these people like thunder, and it directly captured the hearts of these people.

These four men were only at the late stage of Qi refining, and they screamed and rolled on the ground as if they had been hit hard.

Regardless of the four people rolling on the ground, Wang Mo's divine sense swept towards the women, shaking his head slightly, he could already see that these women had been drained of their vitality by the four men, even if they used the elixir to continue their lives, it would be of no avail.

Like a corpse, he stared blankly at the roof.

The blood, tears and unwillingness dripping from the corners of the eyes of these girls, the oldest of whom were only fourteen or fifteen years old, seemed to have condensed.

Shaking his hands, he shot out some real energy, turning the girls and the corpses into fly ash.

The screams on the ground continued, and blood gushed out from the ears of the four men.

The ear can be said to be the closest place to the brain, and the inside was shattered, and when the blood flowed out, the pain could be imagined.

After a full cup of tea, these few monks who were only in the late stage of Qi refining were so painful that they didn't make much noise.

Wang Mo stretched out his right palm, took one of them into his hand, and a faint brilliance of the formula sank into his head.

"what!"

The monk who had lost much strength suddenly howled in pain,

After a cup of tea, the monk twitched all over his body and foamed at the mouth, and fell silent after a while.

"Pfft!"

Throw one away casually, and then take another person close to him and do it in the same way.

"It was him!"

After getting the information he wanted, Wang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and frowned, as if he was afraid.

"It seems that it is necessary to go and see the situation!"

Talking to himself, Wang Mo glanced at the four people on the ground, and shot out several true energy with the flick of his fingers, turning them all into fly ash, and walked out of the stone house in a flash.

After Wang Mo left, the mountain village regained its tranquility, but it was a bit scary.

……

In Lingfeng's country, a place that seems to be a monk's city is surrounded by countless brilliance, and above it is covered by a cloud of blood.

This big city is Lingfeng City, the capital of Lingfeng Kingdom!

During this period, a large area of ​​cold and evil air was blown, and ghosts and wolves howled past, as if they had entered the nether world.

Although Lingfeng Country belongs to the mortal country, it is only relative to the concentration of monks, and the highest cultivation level is only at the Golden Core level.

Rumor has it that there is a Nascent Soul Saint behind Lingfeng Kingdom as a backer, but it is not known whether the rumor is true or not.

But looking at the situation at this time, it looks like they are under siege.

It's just that I don't know who has the courage to besiege the capital of a country and look like they want to massacre the city.