Retrograde fairy way

Speaking of it, Sun Mingyun was also unlucky. Seeing that Jiang Zhenhua's cultivation was not weak, he wanted to solicit, but he couldn't imagine his wolfish ambitions. When he reached the so-called 'Dongfu', he was designed to ambush by Jiang Zhenhua.

As a result, after a fight, all the people Sun Mingyun led were wiped out, but he himself escaped with a few secret treasures, but in the end he fled all the way south in a panic.

It would have been fine if he had managed to sneak back in the first place, but Sun Mingyun had inadvertently obtained the location of a secret mansion.

However, that place was in the southern part of the Demon Realm. After weighing it, Sun Mingyun claimed to have escaped Jiang Zhenhua's pursuit, so he decided to go to the secret mansion to search first.

Xu is Sun Mingyun's bad luck. When he arrived at the secret mansion, he met Jiang Zhenhua who was following him. In the end, the two fought and met Wang Mo here by chance.

Seeing the fierce scene of the fighting among the four, Sun Mingyun felt chills in his heart after refining a few elixirs. He glanced around, wanting to exit the area covered by the golden light curtain.

But what frightened him was that this golden light curtain was able to block even the consciousness, and the intensity from the i was even more frightening in his heart. Not to mention his current situation, even in his heyday, he couldn't open it. .

And the four of them fought so fiercely that none of them could blow away the formation, its intensity can be imagined.

"How could this be?"

Looking at the radiant Dou Fa Department, Sun Mingyun muttered to himself and subconsciously squatted on the ground.

He knew very well that although falling into the hands of Wang Mo would be easier than falling into the hands of Jiang Zhenhua, it would definitely not be much better.

"what!"

Just when Sun Mingyun was in a daze, after an unknown period of time, a mournful howl suddenly came from the light curtain, and Sun Mingyun was startled and hurriedly looked up.

At this time, Jiang Zhenhua's right arm was cut off by Wang Mo's halberd, and the sharp and flashing true essence directly twisted his broken arm into pieces.

Rao Jiang Zhenhua, who is a Dzogchen monk who formed alchemy, was extremely determined, but the pain of breaking his arm was unbearable for anyone, and he couldn't help crying out in pain.

At this time, apart from the bloody clothes, green skins, and Wang Mo who were besieging Jiang Zhenhua and the nine blood souls released by him with different cultivation levels, there was also a beautiful bird about a foot long with red flames all over its body.

Although the bird looked extremely eye-catching under the reflection of the red flame, Sun Mingyun still sensed a great threat from its flame.

But looking at the nine blood souls, half of them were already burned by their flames, and they looked like they were about to dissipate. Obviously, this bird was not born like this just to look good.

The situation at this time can be regarded as a melee of more than a dozen alchemy monks, and among them there are five top alchemists.

"Wang Mo, don't bully others so much that you force yourself to blew up your golden elixir, don't even think about it!" Jiang Zhenhua's face was covered in cold sweat, although he absorbed the devil's energy to control the wound from bleeding, but the pain still kept coming and going Stimulate the mind.

This is not the most terrible thing, there seems to be an extremely difficult energy in it, which can't be refined and eliminated even its blood soul demon energy, like the tarsus claw, it constantly destroys the sealed wound, making it impossible to close.

With difficulty controlling several treasures and blocking a wave of fierce attacks, Jiang Zhenhua has already realized the danger of falling.

"Blow yourself up?"

Wang Mo didn't take Jiang Zhenhua's threatening words to heart at all. With his current cultivation base and the extremely fast speed of Feng Lei Dun, he could completely stop the opponent before he blew himself up.

The Cangming Halberd in his hand danced suddenly, as if stirring up a tornado, and smashed down on Jiang Zhenhua with a whistling sound.

What he did back then completely exceeded the moral bottom line in Wang Mo's heart.

In Wang Mo's view, all monks in this world can be called opponents, because all monks are plundering vitality or resources from the world.

You can kill monks, you can kill enemies, but you can't kill mortals for no reason. Those who ignore life can no longer be called living beings in Wang Mo's eyes.

It's just a puppet who was promoted by its own power, covered its eyes and was dominated by power.

Thinking of this, the Cangming Halberd in his hand seemed to suddenly increase in power at this moment, and with a clang, it instantly chopped the cracked bone staff that had been hacked by the blood clothes into two pieces.

"puff!"

The treasure sacrificed by the mind was destroyed, and Jiang Zhenhua spit out a mouthful of blood as if he had been hit hard.

At the same time, Wang Mo slashed down again with the Cangming Halberd unabated.

Seeing the imminent pressure of the Cang Ming Halberd with the sound of endless wind and thunder, a look of despair flashed in Jiang Zhenhua's eyes, and he still stirred up the devil energy in his body to block it as if he was dying.

But at this moment, Xue Yi's feet suddenly clicked, and disappeared in the same place in an instant. When it reappeared, it was already behind it, and ten nails shining red on the two claws suddenly fell down.

"what!"

Jiang Zhenhua, who was defending Wang Mo with all his strength, had no strength left to block the attack from the most powerful blood coat in the field, and his chest and abdomen were immediately pierced by nails.

Strangely, not even the slightest bit of blood splashed out of the wound.

Seeing this, Qingpi seemed to be in a hurry, and the cyan brilliance around him burst out, and he rushed towards Jiang Zhenhua suddenly, tearing Jiang Zhenhua who had lost his resistance to pieces in an instant.

But the moment it fell, Xue Yi had already withdrawn his hand, holding a black and red golden pill in his hand, and then threw it into his mouth and swallowed it.

Seeing this situation, the impatient Qingpi jumped, but he didn't dare to go forward to snatch it, so he bared his teeth and uttered a powerless threat.

Although Qingpi has advanced to the late third stage at this time, and his talent is unparalleled, but for monsters like Xue Yi, not only his cultivation base is weak, but even his talent and supernatural power seem to be somewhat weaker than him.

Of course, this is just the difference between the cultivation bases of the two. If Qing Pi has really reached the top level of Tier [-], his strength is not far behind.

However, in Wang Mo's plan, if Qing Pi wants to catch up with Xue Yi, it will take a long time to go.

And the fire phoenix released from above, killing the nine blood souls with its own power, and leaving three of them, is like playing at this time, playing around with the three blood souls that have lost their master's control and greatly reduced their power.

Being transformed by Zhiyang magic, the fire phoenix that seems to have a trace of phoenix attributes is the most restrained against ghosts and ghosts. To deal with these ghosts, it is really difficult for the fire phoenix that has swallowed countless fire-type elixir. Simple.

Seeing her interest in playing, Wang Mo didn't stop him. Could it be that there is such a 'toy', which saves Huofeng from messing with Xueyi and Qingpi again.

Casually put a few out-of-control magic weapons and their rings into the storage ring, Wang Mo ignored the two's actions to compete for the golden elixir, calmed down his true energy slightly, and walked slowly towards Sun Mingyun, who was a little distracted .

Fighting with the Nascent Soul Saint several times, even though there are many coincidences in it, the thrilling level is far higher than this.

Therefore, killing Jiang Zhenhua, a Dzogchen monk who formed an alchemy, really couldn't make much waves in Wang Mo's heart.

"Sun Daoyou, Sun Daoyou!" Gently patting him on the shoulder, Wang Mo said with a playful look.

"Ah, ah! Daoist Wang, I finally killed that fellow, I am so grateful!" After being slapped by Wang Mo, Sun Mingyun finally came to his senses, and hurriedly saluted with a grateful expression.

"Hehe, don't say more if you are grateful, shouldn't Sun Daoyou show some sincerity?" Wang Mo raised his eyebrows, and rubbed his right index finger.

"Uh...it's natural, it's natural!" Sun Mingyun's mouth twitched, thinking about the things mentioned in the exchange back then, he knew that Wang Mo's appetite must be quite large, and although it was quite painful, he still hurriedly agreed.

But he flipped the ring in his hand, not long after, there were more than a dozen jade boxes on the ground, all of which were sealed with jade charms, revealing the faint vitality fluctuations, obviously all of them were precious treasures.

"Thank you Daoist Sun for your support. It's just that I'm fascinated by the way of alchemy for a while. I want to ask you for some elixir. I don't know if you have it handy?" I waved the talismans on the jade box and found these jade boxes All the things hidden in it are treasures such as refining materials, Wang Mo nodded in satisfaction, and changed the subject.

"It's convenient, it's convenient!" Sun Mingyun dared to say no, and nodded hurriedly.

The spiritual consciousness sank into the jade box, no matter what level of elixir it was, all of them were taken out in one go.

Looking at dozens of square jade boxes of different sizes on the ground, the corners of Wang Mo's mouth curled up, and he put them all away without even looking at them.

It's not that he's really fascinated by alchemy, but he got something that interested him quite a bit from Duan Yuanfeng's storage ring, but the elixir he needs is too much, and the requirements are quite high. Even though he has a lot of treasures on him, he can't collect them all in a short time.

Just when Sun Mingyun thought that after Wang Mo squeezed so many treasures, he would not embarrass him anymore. After all, Wang Mo never showed any killing intent towards him from the beginning to the end, but then he said something that made his heart skip a beat .

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At the same time, a Nascent Soul-level battle in Luosha Valley seemed to have come to an end.

However, the situation seemed extremely strange.

In the Luosha Valley covered by countless black glows, there were only three figures left, but in the silk thread above it, there were nearly twenty diminutive ruler-long figures entangled.

It's hard to imagine what kind of misfortune happened to cause so many multiple infant monks to fall here.

At this time, it was as if they had lost their sanity, all of them closed their eyes tightly, and the streamer all over their bodies gradually faded, as if they were constantly sending energy to the silk threads wrapped around them.

And these three people are exactly Lin Yincang and Luo Tianyue and Luo Feng, the suzerains of the Heavenly Demon Sect, who were supposed to be opposing each other.

Looking at the faces of the three of them, although they are still hostile, there is a trace of weirdness everywhere.

At this time, Lin Yincang was also surrounded by countless black threads, but in his complexion, apart from the resentment towards the two of them, there was a hint of hatred and anger, as if he had been deceived.

Luo Feng stood at Luo Tianyue's subordinate with a respectful expression on his face. Although he was always respectful to Luo Tianyue who was the suzerain before, but now his respect is as respectful as facing an elder.