Retrograde fairy way

"Wang Daoyou can ignore the events of the past, Qinghua thank you here on behalf of my senior brothers!"

In a large hall inside the Qing Yuzong, Qinghua said with a look of emotion on his face.

"It doesn't matter, as a member of the cultivation world, it should be the case for this large-scale invasion of demon cultivators!"

Wang Mo's expression was indifferent, and he didn't care.

"Wang Daoyou Gao Yi, I Qing Yuzong has accepted the love. I heard that Daoist friends need all kinds of refining materials for cultivation. These rights are my Qing Yuzong's heart, and I hope Daoist will accept them!"

Tsinghua's face was slightly relaxed, and he took out a ring from his arms, and gently pushed it towards Wang Mo.

"This... Forget it, I'm ashamed to accept it!"

Wang Mo frowned slightly, he reached out his hand to touch the ring and stuffed it into his bosom in a moment of hesitation.

Yufan, the old patriarch of the Qing Yuzong, imposed restrictions on him. It can be said that he was tossing and dying. If he hadn't met the Tianying couple in Yuanmohai, he might have fallen by now.

He didn't want to trouble the other party, but he just didn't want to fight in the nest at this time when the upper realm demon cultivators invaded and the human monks were in danger.

"Elder, the teleportation array is ready!"

Just as the two were discussing, a monk who looked like a master of alchemy entered the hall and bowed in response.

"Okay, get off!"

Tsinghua nodded slightly, turned to Wang Mo and said, "Fellow Wang, please, two fairies!"

"Please!"

Wang Mo winked at the two women, then got up and walked out.

Naturally, the two women would not delay any longer, and followed behind him, stepping out step by step.

Just like back then, it was still in the building of the teleportation array that teleported to Langya Secret Realm, but it was at the other end.

"Let's go!"

Wang Mo walked into the teleportation formation with the two girls, Zhong Qinghua said: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, Tsinghua!"

"Fellow Daoist Wang is very polite, but unfortunately I want to guard the sect, so I can't clone myself to fight against the evil cultivator with fellow Daoist!"

Tsinghua bowed his head in a salute, and then tapped the large array.

Amidst the buzzing, a majestic wave came out, and suddenly there was a soft sound. When the light radiated, the dazzling brilliance burst out for a moment, and then once it was restrained, the figures of Wang Mo and his party disappeared without a trace. trace.

"Hey, I didn't expect him to grow to such a level in just over a hundred years!"

Tsinghua looked at the teleportation array that disappeared without a trace, and let out a sigh that only he could hear.

……

hum!

In a big city in the depths of Tianhuo State, a muffled sound suddenly came from a majestic hall, and a dark and majestic wave spread.

At the moment when this wave of fluctuations unfolded, two figures jumped into the hall extremely quickly, and they were the two Nascent Soul Saints with strong aura.

"Brother Zhang, I don't know which sect's monk this time?"

A slightly sinister middle-aged monk said with a flick of his sleeves.

"It doesn't matter which sect he is, if he can use the teleportation array to come here, he should be a monk of the same level. The old way, if you can win it, you can win it. If you can't win it, find a way to delay it!"

Another old man rolled his eyes strangely and said coldly.

"Okay, no matter what this time, we have to find a way out for ourselves!"

The middle-aged monk nodded, revealing a grim expression.

While the two were talking, they saw the light curtain in the hall suddenly dissipate, revealing three figures inside, which were Wang Mo and the others.

"It turns out that the four juniors can actually use the teleportation array?"

Seeing the faces of the three, the middle-aged cultivator swept his consciousness, and his eyes paused for a while on the bloody clothes on Wang Mo's shoulders, and he said in surprise.

"You guys come here, the old man has something to ask you!"

The middle-aged monk and the old man looked at each other, and the old man frowned slightly, pointing at the three.

"I don't know what orders the two seniors have?"

Wang Mo touched the bridge of his nose, and asked a little puzzled, his figure moved slightly, and he led the two girls down the formation.

He still maintains the habit of being cautious, his own aura is restrained to the extreme, only revealing the aura of the great consummation of the alchemy.

As for the bloody clothes, its aura is too weird, and its ability to hold back its breath and become invisible is not weaker than Wang Modu.

However, the two daughters, Han Yan and Yang Shan'er, under the consciousness of these two middle-stage Nascent Soul Saints, are like nothing, unable to hide at all.

"Which sect are you disciples from, but you are alchemy monks, where did you use the teleportation formation?"

The old man looked down at the three of them, and when his eyes fell on Han Yan, he couldn't help showing a touch of obscenity, but it was fleeting, and he pretended to be a senior and said.

"That's right, it's just the alchemy cultivator. At this critical moment of resisting the demon cultivator, it's a waste of resources to use the teleportation array for you alchemy cultivators. It's really extravagant. How can you embarrass those fellow monks who are fighting with the demon cultivator? "

The middle-aged monk released a trace of coercion at the right time, and pressed down on the three of them, with a big hat buckled in his mouth.

"Is the senior's words serious? I am waiting here to join the Artifact Refining Sect, go straight to the frontier of anti-evil, and contribute to the great cause of anti-evil. How can you say extravagantly?"

Wang Mo's brows furrowed and then loosened, a trace of doubt arose in his heart, but he said neither humble nor overbearing on his face.

According to the information he received, the location of the teleportation formation is the largest city outside the gate of the Artifact Refining Sect, the Artifact Soul City.

The reason why it was built here is because no sect is willing to allow others to directly enter the hinterland of their own sect through the teleportation array.

Even if it is a top power, it is extremely confident in the strength of its own sect, and it will not be so entrusted.

Those who can use the teleportation array are all people who want to fight against the invasion of the demon realm. As the Nascent Soul Saints, it is a bit unreasonable for these two to treat the three of them with such words.

Moreover, in the Qing Yuzong, Tsinghua got it, but for all first-class sects, only one Nascent Soul Sage is left to guard the sect, and the top sects cannot have more than three people.

In this Artifact Soul City, according to common sense, there is at most one Nascent Soul cultivator guarding the teleportation formation, but there are actually two people here, and they seem to be waiting here.

All these things naturally made Wang Mo feel suspicious.

"Bold! Good junior, you dare to be rude to me. Today, I will teach you a lesson for your parents and let you know what is superior and inferior!"

Hearing the words, the old man flew into a rage, and grabbed Wang Mo with one palm.

Looking at the mana fluctuations in his fingers and palms, he didn't want to teach him a lesson, he clearly wanted to kill Wang Mo directly under his palm.

As for the middle-aged monk beside him, a coldness flashed in his dark eyes, and he rushed towards Hanyan and the two girls in a flash.

Depending on the situation, the two are going to take down the three of them together.

"court death!"

Wang Mo's six senses are so keen, and before the two of them moved, he could detect a faint trace of murderous intent.

Judging from the looks of the two of them, it seemed that they were going to kill themselves under the palm of their hands. As for not killing Han Yan and the two girls, judging from the look in their eyes, anyone would know what the reason was.

With a flick of his figure, he protected the two women behind him, and rushed towards the old man without hesitation. On his right shoulder, there was a bloody robe that was not threatening at all, and a red light flickered all over his body.

A red light rose suddenly, and rushed towards the middle-aged monk without a sound. His eyes, which were originally ferocious and lustful, changed color immediately when he sensed the evil blood contained in the red light.

But the two of them were already only a few meters away from each other, and he rushed straight at each other, and in this way, it was as if they were delivered to the door.

By the time he realized something was wrong and wanted to dodge, it was already too late.

"live……"

The middle-aged monk suddenly yelled, fear flashed across his eyes, and his mana seemed to be frozen by that majestic evil chill, but before he could utter his words, he was crushed by the rushing blood glow went back.

But after all, he is a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and even if his mana cannot be transferred in time when he is in danger, he still has one or two personal body protection with secret treasures.

Boom!

Before the azure blue brilliance rises up, the glaring bloody glow has already cut down with the penetrating sharpness, and it shatters as soon as it touches it.

Then a smear of red brilliance rose from it, but in an instant it followed in the footsteps of the blue brilliance, and broke apart with a crackling sound.

But with these two obstacles, the middle-aged cultivator finally stabilized the captured mind, but it was too late at this time, he had no choice but to wave his arms fiercely, and a large green-gray brilliance bulged on them, wanting to This is to stop the blood blade that makes his heart palpitate.

"what!"

The next moment, he realized how wrong his thinking was. A stern howl sounded, and his arms flew out suddenly, and were instantly absorbed by the blood glow above the blood blade, and then smashed into pieces.

The middle-aged cultivator howled miserably, his eyes were full of hatred and fear, ignoring other people taking advantage of this obstacle, he stepped back fiercely.

At the same time, facing the old man's slap, Wang Mo looked cold, and immediately sank down, punching out mercilessly: "Low impact gun!"

boom!

A violent aura blasted out, and the green-gold true essence was as fierce as thunder, as heavy as a mountain pressing down on it, and as sudden as a gust of wind, several strands of different auras condensed in one place.

The merciless blow directly exposed Wang Mo's combat power at this time.

The suspicious things in the two people's words did not conform to what he knew, and the slightest trace of killing intent towards him or the person who appeared from the teleportation array had already caused great doubts in Wang Mo's heart.

As a result, he was even more determined to take down the two of them and question them.

This blow, let alone a middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, even a late-stage Nascent Soul, must avoid its sharp edge. At this time, the old man who is only a few meters away from this blow can imagine the pressure.

"what?"

Feeling the violent coercion of that punch, the old man's eyes were full of disbelief, but his situation at this time was just like that of the middle-aged monk before, at such a close distance, he couldn't stop foot.

What's more, the smear of red glow at the corner of the eye, and the evil blood contained in it made him feel even more frightened.

Seeing Wang Mo's merciless strike, Qingzhi couldn't dodge it, a fierce look flashed in the old man's eyes, and when his figure flickered, the palm that was originally slapped changed instantly, and both palms came out together.

Huang Chengcheng's mana is also wrapped in a thick aura, but in the face of that berserk aura, there is always a feeling of weakness.

"Humph!"

The corners of Wang Mo's mouth turned up slightly, showing a trace of coldness, and the punch he punched with all his strength remained unchanged, and a bluish-white brilliance was faintly revealed on it, which was the real power of the physical body.

Rumble!

The two Nascent Soul powerhouses intersected, and the violent fluctuations blew up a majestic hurricane in an instant. The originally flat ground crackled and crackled, and the brilliance on it was greatly lowered. , and then rolled up.

Amidst the chaotic sound of the surrounding restraints bursting with vitality, a few screams could be heard indistinctly, which shows that the person who made the shot must have been injured.