Retrograde fairy way

The demon baby who lost his sanity no longer needs to be restrained by the blood-clothed nails, so he directly affixed the jade talisman to seal the town again, and put away the seal of the demon baby.

With this monster baby, plus the third-level monsters hunted and killed along the way, it is enough to support the advanced needs of several beasts for a long time.

Then, Wang Mo resumed sitting in meditation with his eyes closed in the big formation.

In the previous battle, he didn't seem to have used much force, but whether it was controlling the formation to entangle the two true treasure demon soldiers, or the final blow of the shocking stab, he was exhausted.

Especially the shocking thorn, facing Hua Yinhuan, who was a full step taller than him, even though it was already on the decline, the monster's consciousness itself was weaker than human monks, but it was much stronger than Wang Mo after all.

If it wasn't for being in the Golden Five Prison Formation and being maimed by the bloody clothes, Wang Mo might really not be able to make up his mind to use this method to disturb his final self-destruction.

Time flies, and several months later, Wang Mo stepped out of the formation and continued to march southwest.

During these few days, he didn't cultivate all the time, and the injury healed completely within half a day.

Instead, during this period of time, the Huayinhuan demon baby was refined, and finally refined into a hundred parts of the source of demon power. In addition, all the blood of the demon snake was extracted and refined, and a trace of the dragon was extracted. breath.

However, to Wang Mo's disappointment, except for the refinement in Hua Yinhuan's body, the rest were indifferent.

He secretly calculated in his heart that if he really wanted Cang Ming Ji to use it to improve himself, he would probably need at least a dozen demon snake blood essences of the same grade as Hua Yinhuan.

Just because the blood of these monster snakes is too thin, if there is a comparison, I am afraid that there is not even a trace of dragon breath contained in these monster snakes.

Even so, these auras are of great benefit to the advancement of Cang Ming Ji.

Apart from these, the most important thing is that he refined the leather armor of the phantom demon dragon, the night demon hidden cloak, and the scale armor of a third-tier top demon snake into a treasure that combines defense and illusion. Clothes, named Phantom Magic Clothes.

If it wasn't for his lack of cultivation, if he could refine the old snake's leather armor, it would be a true treasure-level defensive armor.

But even so, with the addition of many treasures, especially the few fourth-level special fourth-level refining materials obtained from the old snake ring that Wang Mo had kept before, this phantom magic clothes has the potential to be further improved possible.

Only when his cultivation base is sufficient, at least when the alchemy is completed, and the true energy in his body is condensed again, then with his status as a master craftsman, it is possible to successfully refine,

"Whoosh!"

Carefully hiding his whereabouts, Wang Mo did not fly in the clouds, but still sat on the back of the green skin, wearing the Night Demon Hidden Cloak.

Walking along the way, looking at the dilapidated villages and towns, passing by the dilapidated city walls, bloodstained on them, broken clothes everywhere on the ground, and sometimes broken treasure residues can be seen.

These are the scenes formed by the beast horde.

The further he went, the heavier Wang Mo's heart became.

I passed several towns that were hundreds of miles in size, but they were still as dilapidated as before, and there was one town that didn't even have the slightest complete wall.

In the very center of the town, there is a huge pothole, which is several miles in size, surrounded by countless deep pits, large and small, as if it was formed after the Great War.

The destruction of such a town is enough to show that the person who shot, or the demon cultivator who shot, was one of the eight great demon cultivators.

It's just that Wang Mo couldn't tell how powerful the demon cultivator was, but Xue Yi could tell that it was a demon cultivator in the late fourth-order stage.

After receiving the affirmative message from Xue Yi, Wang Mo was terrified and asked Qing Pi to change his direction.

With his current strength, even if he broke out with all his strength, he would be in a situation where he would die if he encountered such a peerless monster.

Unless he is willing to use the last hole card, but that is the ultimate life-saving thing for his trip. At this time, the detour is just a deviation from the previous route, and it will take a little time at most.

Even though his time is short, it is better than meeting such an irresistible enemy and falling into a desperate situation.

Knowing that there are eight demon cultivators sitting here, Wang Mo did not hunt and kill those monsters, and proceeded cautiously, for fear of revealing the slightest clue.

"what?"

Suddenly, just as the green belt led Wang Mo galloping for a hundred miles, Wang Mo let out a small cry on his back, his eyes revealed a hint of suspicion, and his mind moved slightly, so that Qing Pi stopped.

And carefully dodged from his back to the ground, and put the green skin away casually.

Without showing the slightest movement, several faint brilliance flickered all over Wang Mo's body, and then disappeared without a trace, and moved forward little by little.

Tens of miles ahead, it was a dilapidated town, not much different from what Wang Mo had seen before.

But just now, Xueyi sent him a message, that is, within a radius of tens or even hundreds of miles, the power of endless blood grievances and ghosts is gathering there, as if something is collecting them generally.

Moreover, he also sensed a not weak breath in it, but it was only the initial stage of the Nascent Soul, and it was the breath of a demon cultivator.

After a cup of tea, with the help of the powerful invisibility feature of the Phantom Demon Clothes, and under the strong induction of the blood energy and soul by the blood clothes, he has already approached that place.

Carefully poked his head over a broken wall, without using the slightest sense of consciousness, but simply relied on his own eyesight to see where it was.

Near the center of the town, I saw a monk covered in black robes, his face could not be seen clearly, sitting on the ground.

However, within a radius of several feet around it, there are more than a dozen exquisite arrays, and in the center of it, a flag is erected, directly in front of the black-robed man.

Black mist lingered on it, exuding bursts of sinister and evil air, and these black air gathered from all directions.

And among the black air, there are ghosts struggling and screaming silently. Judging from the aura emanating from them, not only the souls of mortals, but most of them are the souls of monks, and the captured monsters have not really formed. spiritual consciousness.

Judging from the situation, the banner seems to be collecting ghosts and ghosts for use by this demon cultivator.

The black-robed man only had a pair of eyes exposed outside, staring at the banner with a cold and ferocious look, he didn't even feel that someone was watching him.

From time to time, he stretched out his palm, which was covered with a layer of penetrating black light, and caught a ghost from the black mist, and played with it in his hand.

As soon as the ghost was captured by the black mist, as if it had lost its cover, the sound of its struggle was heard immediately, it was piercing screams of despair.

"Jie Jie!"

The black-robed man seemed to be having fun with the ghost's reaction. After a while, he seemed to lose interest. He squeezed his fingers in, and with a soft pop, the ghost was turned into black threads, and he couldn't help it. Gather to the flags.

"Would you like to take action?"

Looking at the man in black who was sitting upright and playing with ghosts, Wang Mo concealed his whereabouts, and there was a hint of struggle in his eyes, but he did not show the slightest killing intent.

After several lives and deaths, Wang Mo, who has killed countless people, can already control his killing intent very well, which helps him to better restrain his deeds.

"Damn it, this magic cultivator's appearance is too weird. He collects ghosts and ghosts without hiding his whereabouts. He doesn't worry about being discovered. He obviously has some purpose. He has a phantom magic suit, which allows me to get close to him to the greatest extent. With my current cultivation, I can definitely destroy his body with all my strength, and then use the bloody clothes to teleport the supernatural powers and imprison his Nascent Soul, and I can definitely capture him in one fell swoop!"

After thinking for a while, Wang Mo's complexion changed several times, and finally there was a look of determination in his eyes.

Deciding on what was in his heart, he adjusted his mood slightly, and fled towards the man in black without making a sound.

Just as Wang Mo was thinking for a while, the black flags in the open space suddenly burst into brilliance, and the dark light enveloped a radius of about a hundred feet.

The scattered ghosts that were still gathering in the air seemed to be stimulated, and they shattered with a buzzing sound, turning into strands of black flames and gathering towards the banner.

"Hey, as long as you collect some more, you can go back and hand in the task. The treasures that Lord Mozun bestows will be enough to save me decades of hard work!"

Seeing the movement of the banner and flag, the man in black smiled, his solemn tone mixed with joy, as if the treasure was right in front of him.

Seeing that the black mist was about to completely sink into the banner, the man in black suddenly stood up, then swung his hands suddenly, and uttered a series of wonderful formulas.

Several obscure black awns submerged into the banner in an instant, and amidst the buzzing bursts, there was a soft bang, and the banner suddenly rose from the ground and fell into the hands of the black-robed man.

"what?"

Just when the palm of the black-robed man was about to touch the flag, the pupils of the black-robed man shrank suddenly, showing a horrified expression, and then exclaimed in his mouth, as if he had encountered something terrible.

At the same time, a dazzling blue-golden brilliance suddenly shot out from the back of his neck, followed by a blue-gray airflow. The two streams of energy contained the same astonishing sharpness and tearing.

Even though the black-robed man was a Nascent Soul cultivator, it was difficult for him to resist effectively in such a close situation.

With a soft puff sound, his head was seen to fly away from the body in an instant, and bursts of green-gold brilliance crackled on it, sending out the smell of burnt meat.

And his lower body was already shattered by the bluish-gray streamer, scattered in the air.

"what!"

Suddenly, black light flashed around Gao Fei's head, and there was a piercing scream in an instant.

That voice was filled with disbelief, resentment, fear, and fear, all kinds of emotions.

At the same time, a pitch-black villain entwined with a black awn suddenly appeared on it. His eyes, ears, mouth and nose were extremely clear, and chilling venomous colors burst out from his eyes.

Without stopping at all, the black glow all over his body suddenly rose, and a strange fluctuation spread out in an instant, forming a strange ripple. The villain directly stepped in through it, and was about to disappear in the air in an instant.

But just when half of his ankle was still outside, a blood glow approached in an instant, and a blood claw protruded from the inside, and it was held squarely with a snap.

"what!"

In the ripples, the villain's ear-piercing shriek echoed, just like the ghost he played with before, revealing a ferocious despair and fear.

All of a sudden, the black light in it exploded, and a majestic breath radiated from it. The villain seemed to have taken a tonic, and he broke in in an instant, and even brought the owner of the blood claw into the ripples. disappeared in.