Retrograde fairy way

"It's not like this, it's not like this, Zhixuan voluntarily, for my Tong family..."

Sensing everyone's attention, Tong Yansu's complexion was pale, and he staggered back, his eyes full of uneasiness.

At this time, he is not the Nascent Soul Saint who calls the wind and rain, his cultivation base is banned, and his spiritual sea is imprisoned. Seriously speaking, he is only stronger than ordinary people.

How could he bear the gaze of so many alchemy cultivators, not to mention the four Nascent Soul Saints.

"Old thief, do you still remember the 170 six innocent souls of my Han family?"

At this moment, Han Yan, who was originally standing with Yang Shan'er, suddenly stepped forward, staring at the middle-aged man who seemed to be dying, and who had aged dozens of years in an instant, with cold eyes.

"You... are you Hanyan?"

Tong Yansu, who seemed a little hysterical, glanced at Han Yan in a dull manner, and then said in a spirited voice.

"Brother Wang, my little sister has an unfeeling request, and I hope Brother Wang can agree!"

Han Yan suddenly turned her head, with a desolate look on her face, she was about to bow down.

"Fairy Han, don't be like this. You and I went through hardships together back then. If it wasn't for a coincidence, I'm afraid you and I wouldn't be able to escape the fate of being imprisoned and refined into human beings!"

How could Wang Mo be willing to accept her worship, he immediately helped her up and said earnestly.

Even though there have been many changes back then, it has been nearly 200 years since then, but the friendship of sharing weal and woe has not changed, not to mention that Wang Mo still has a fresh memory of the scene he saw under the underground volcano.

Those dark golden robots whose spirits were imprisoned and refined into semi-finished products, although they didn't make any sound, but a trace of resentment lingered in them.

If it weren't for the red yang energy brought out from time to time in the boiling fire, it would not be impossible to burn away the resentment and condense the resentment spirit.

"Thank you, Brother Wang!"

Han Yan gently pulled back her jade arm, staring at the pale Tong Yansu with her eyes full of coldness, gritted her teeth and said: "Brother Wang, please draw out the soul of this villain, Han Yan will use him to pay homage to my Han family Revenant!"

When the people around heard Han Yan's words, they all showed a touch of sympathy, and looked at Tong Yansu with a hint of disdain and disgust.

In the cultivation world, even if there is a deep hatred, very few people commit the act of exterminating the clan. How is such an act different from that of a demon cultivator?

Although it happened secretly from time to time, most of them were headless cases. At this time, Tong Yansu was approached by someone, and under such circumstances, his fate was already doomed.

"can!"

Wang Mo nodded slightly, then turned to look at Tong Yansu.

"You...what do you want to do?"

Tong Yansu's throat squirmed, and he took a few steps back with a pale face, then rolled his eyes, and said with a bit of sternness: "Wang Mo, I know it's you, even if the old man did something wrong back then, it's your master after all, don't you want to be a murderer?" Master's heinous disciple?"

"Master? Are you worthy?"

Hearing this, Wang Mo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, gave him a cold look, and slowly walked forward a few steps.

Back then, Tong Yansu forced himself to be a teacher. Although he called him "Master" a few times, he never admitted it sincerely.

"Okay, even if you don't recognize me as a master, I don't blame me, after all, I did something wrong back then!"

Seeing Wang Mo rushing forward, Tong Yansu's complexion became even paler, he took a few breaths, and said in a panic: "But at this time, the cultivation world is in the midst of the demon realm's invasion of life and death. Saint, you came here this time to help my cultivation world, even if you want to kill me, can you wait until my cultivation world gets through this difficulty?"

As expected of an old, treacherous and cunning person, Tong Yansu was a little nervous and out of breath at the beginning, but in the end, he recovered his composure, calmed down, and looked righteous and awe-inspiring.

His eyes slowly flicked over the people around him, and many people were infected by his speech, showing a look of sympathy, and nodded in agreement.

"Ha ha!"

Wang Mo smiled lightly, shook his head slightly, glanced at Tong Yansu with a hint of sarcasm, and said, "Old Tong, have you been summoned by the Second Elder Li Qingtian to come here to contribute to the mastery of the Weapon Refining Sect? Is it? How come it becomes a contribution to the cultivation world's fight against the Demon Realm?"

"Uh...you...how do you know?"

Tong Yansu's expression froze, and fear was all over his face.

Judging from his face, it was obvious that he was screaming in pain.

"Of course it's from Zhang and Li!"

Wang Mo shrugged slightly, and said calmly.

Although he has always disliked using the technique of searching for souls, for those who dare to attack him, especially those around him, Wang Mo hates such behavior, and naturally he must kill him.

Compared with death, drawing the soul and refining the soul is nothing more than a more thorough death.

"you……"

Tong Yansu was startled, knowing that things must not be violated, but he was not willing to be killed, trembling all over, he wanted to run backwards.

There are a group of disciples behind him, some of whom are well-qualified children of the Liu family who were left behind in the past, used as a backup for the craftsmen, but most of them are descendants of the Tong family.

"You stop him quickly, the old man is not dead, my Tong family can preserve the inheritance for thousands of years, why don't you act quickly?"

In panic, Tong Yansu went to the doctor in a hurry, and couldn't help shouting to his clansmen.

But those tribesmen just swayed and dodged aside, without even looking at him.

Among these monks, there were a few who were similar in age to Liu Zhengfeng, and there was even a trace of hatred in their eyes when they looked at Tong Yansu.

When Tong Zhixuan was in the Tong family, she could be said to be the girl of heaven. Many people in the clan had a crush on her, but they didn't expect to end up like this. How can these people who never forget her let go of their resentment?

In particular, the ancestors who were originally respected by the family did such an ungodly thing that both humans and gods were angry with and were inferior to animals. How could they, the younger generations, have the face to take care of it?

What's more, in the face of Wang Mo, who can kill the Nascent Soul Saint, even if they have a few courage, they dare not do so.

"Fellow daoists, I still hope to help this old man. As long as I can get rid of it today, I will definitely reward you with great rewards!"

Seeing that his disciples of the younger generation were silent, Tong Yansu immediately turned around like headless chickens, and when he saw the four Nascent Soul Saints who were meditating and recovering, he was about to go to bed immediately. before asking for help.

But without waiting for him to approach, the disciples of the four disciples automatically stepped forward to block him out and not let him approach.

"Okay, okay, if you don't let me have a good time, you can't think about it either!"

Seeing this, Tong Yansu's face turned ashes, and he swept across the crowd with panic and resentment, and finally landed on Wang Mo and Han Yan, and said sadly: "Everyone must not be clear, this..."

"Humph!"

Wang Mo, who had been looking at him all the time, had a cold gleam in his eyes, hummed slightly at the end of his nose, and came to him in a flash, and suddenly stretched out his right palm.

The golden electric arc on it crackled and landed on his dantian suddenly.

"Wow!"

Tong Yansu, who originally wanted to tell the truth about the cold smoke, finally slapped Yin Wangmo, let out a miserable howl with his face contorted, and his whole body twitched.

Tong Yansu opened his mouth a few times, but was suppressed by the severe pain, and could only let out a scream.

Seeing this, the people around all avoided their eyes, but they didn't have the slightest feeling of compassion. After all, what Tong Yansu did made people have no reason to help.

In this way, Wang Mo was allowed to cast spells.

About a quarter of an hour later, Wang Mo slapped Qi Tianling suddenly with his left hand, palms formed into claws, and suddenly captured a wisp of black-gray air flow, exuding a cold aura, as if something was twisted inside it Scream in general.

Then I saw Wang Mo flip his wrist, and suddenly took out a jade bottle, with one hand, he sucked the air into the jade bottle, and sealed it with a talisman.

His gaze fell on Tong Yansu's ring, and he took it into his hand. Then he left the silent Tong Yansu and turned towards Hanyan.

"Thank you, Brother Wang!"

Han Yan's beautiful eyes were slightly closed, as if she had calmed down, then she took the jade bottle and the ring, and bowed gracefully.

"Should be!"

Wang Mo nodded slightly. There might be relics of the Han family in the ring, so it must be handed over to Han Yan. As for Tong Yansu's soul, it depends on Han Yan's mood.

But thinking about it, its fate is definitely not much better.

Then he waved his hand to Tong Yansu who lost his soul, and took it into the ring. In front of so many people, he didn't want the bloody clothes to swallow him up.

Seeing that a Nascent Soul saint was captured by Wang Mo in this way, not even a trace of his body and treasures were left behind, all the monks except those who had nothing to do showed a hint of regret.

Several members of the Tong family opened their mouths, but after seeing Wang Mo's calm expression, they immediately swallowed back what they were going to say.

"Hahaha, old thief, you have today!"

Suddenly, Liu Zhengfeng, who had been quietly watching Wang Mo's actions against Tong Yansu, raised his head and let out a maniacal laugh, his expression seemed hysterical: "Zhixuan, did you see that?"

Seeing him like this, Wang Mo sighed secretly and shook his head slightly, this is also a poor man with deep affection.

Knowing that he must die, he still pretends to be ignorant by Tong Yansu's side, no matter what he is ordered to do, even though he knows he is not Tong Yansu's opponent, but he still wants to bite him hard at the critical moment.

"I'm Liu Zhengfeng, thank you senior for taking care of my Liu family's misfortune, I will kowtow to thank you!"

Suddenly, Liu Zhengfeng straightened his face, and knelt down to Wang Mo.

The only few members of the Liu family in the Tong family also stepped out of the crowd, depending on the situation, they wanted to kneel down together.

"That's not necessary, this person has a grudge against me!"

With a wave of his hand, Wang Mo stopped the kneeling of several people, and turned indifferently to look at the Nascent Soul cultivators behind the crowd.

"Hehe, this time I'm really sorry for you, friend Daoist Wang, why don't I wait for a drink and wait for someone from the Artifact Refining Sect to come, and I'll ask for an explanation!"

Guan Shihua walked out of the crowd slowly, and bowed his hands to Wang Mo.

"I won't drink this wine for now!"

Wang Mo shook his head slightly.

He naturally understood what the other party meant, and killed two Yuanying elders of the Artifact Refining Sect himself. Even if there was a reason for the incident, the Artifact Refining Sect would probably pursue it.

But they are five Nascent Soul cultivators, which is quite a force, without the Artifact Refining Sect with the cultivator of Transforming God in charge, if they want to pursue this matter with Wang Mo, they have to weigh it anyway.

"What? Fellow Daoist Wang still has something to do? Why don't you come and listen, and I'll give you some advice for you!"

Guan Shihua raised his eyebrows, glanced over the other three, and then looked at Wang Mo, frowning slightly.

"No, I want to invite you all to the Artifact Refining Sect!"

Wang Mo shook his head slightly, a look of worry flashed across his eyes, and he said solemnly.