Retrograde fairy way

"Feng Wushuang...Fengjin Five Prison Formation...Li Zhengkun...Star Soul Palace!"

In a courtyard of Tool Soul City, Wang Mo was holding a fluorescent jade, muttering to himself, his eyes full of helplessness.

It has been a few days since he came out of the underground cave, this time he thought he could get a few life-saving things, but he didn't realize it, but he put his own life-saving things into the Void Element Golden Light Formation of the Golden Five Hell Formation.

Thinking of what he got, it was just a ring, and inside it was just a record of grievances tens of thousands of years ago. At most, it was a top-level treasure, but he was unable to use it at this time.

Every time he thinks about this in his mind, Wang Mo's temples can't help but twitch slightly, feeling like he wants to jump up and kill someone.

Fortunately, he has strong self-control and endured it.

According to the records in the Jade Slips, Feng Wushuang was the master of Tianfeng Xuangong back then, Li Zhengkun, the founding patriarch of the Artifact Sect, rebelled against Tianfeng Xuan Palace, which was the number one scandal in the cultivation world at that time.

Even if it was only passed on at a high level of cultivation, the blow to the reputation of Tianfeng Xuan Palace is unparalleled.

Feng Wushuang, as one of the top powerhouses at that time, naturally would not allow such a thing to continue, and then went to Tianhuo State to strangle him.

It's just that Li Zhengkun coerced him to blow himself up with a robot, and Feng Wushuang had to agree to his request under the confrontation between the two.

He sent back his fifth-level artifact man, leaving behind the inheritance of the Artifact Refining Sect, but he used the other four formations of the Golden Five Prison Formation to trap Li Zhengkun in the Star Soul Palace for life, and let him die of old age in it.

Speaking of which, this Xinghun Temple was also the birthplace of Li Zhengkun's cultivation at that time.

It was this one of the top cave mansions of transforming gods and demons that created Li Zhengkun, who was in the limelight at that time, and of course his talent was also extremely high.

The secret technique of its refiner is also obtained from this magic way secret house.

Back then, Li Zhengkun designed to trap a loose cultivator of Huashen to death, using this to refine a robot, and then was trapped to death by Feng Wushuang, it can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

As for the remaining four formations of the Fengjin Five Prison Formation, it was thought that Feng Wushuang was unable to take it back at the time, or after returning to the sect, it was a shame for the sect to think about it, so naturally he would not easily announce it.

Tens of thousands of years passed in a flash, and this period of the past fell silent.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, an inexplicable fluctuation woke up Wang Mo, who was immersed in this past, and couldn't help but look at the bloody clothes beside him.

sieve!

A gray-red airflow blows past, and the surrounding area is wrapped in dark red brilliance, forming a belt-like airflow that floats.

The gray-red air seemed unwilling to be restrained by the dark red brilliance, and wanted to get out of it, but every time it rolled, as soon as it came into contact with the dark red brilliance, it would evade with a soft hissing sound.

"Let him go, with his current weakness, he can't do anything!"

Seeing the gray-red airflow, Wang Mo said with a gleam in his eyes.

As soon as his words fell, the bloody clothes suddenly opened his mouth and sucked in, and the dark red Nine Yin blood flames around him sank into his mouth with a soft swish.

hum!

As soon as he came into contact with the prison, the gray-red air surged rapidly, as if he wanted to escape from here.

"With your cultivation base, you shouldn't be unable to see the situation clearly. Why do you do it in vain?"

Wang Mo pointed lightly with a calm expression, and the green-gold arc crackled and submerged into the airflow.

"Ah! Lightning magic power!"

Suddenly, there was a scream and exclamation in the air flow. After hearing Wang Mo's words, it suddenly rolled into a ball, and a figure was formed after several times of wriggling. It was the big head and small body. Sha Mosuo looked at Wang Mo with a sharp and evasive gaze.

"What? Don't want to say something?"

Wang Mo didn't care, stared at him and asked lightly.

"Hey, I said you can let me go?"

Sha Mesuo said with some disdain.

"It's impossible to let you go, but it's still possible to give you a good time!"

The corners of Wang Mo's mouth curled up and he said, these so-called gods and demons from the upper realm have come to such a point, and they still can't let go of their stature to bargain. Do you really think he can't wipe them out?

"With your cultivation base, how can you kill this primordial spirit? Don't dream about it! Seeing that your cultivation base is not weak, and you are a monk of the thunder system, if you don't listen to my words, you will vote for my demonic way, and you will die in the future." The definition cannot be controlled by you!"

Sha Mesuo's phantom flickered, and insisted.

"It seems that you haven't woken up under the calcination of the Nine Yin Blood Flame, why don't you go in and stay for a while!"

The smile on the corner of Wang Mo's mouth grew stronger, and his eyes fell on the bloody clothes.

In Li Batian's spirit, Wang Mo had already seen the face of Sha Mosuo, and he would not believe it even if he said it.

"Nine Yin Blood Flame? Could it be Nine Yin Candlelight?"

The fog around Sha Mesuo's body dissipated for a while, he dodged subconsciously, and asked nervously.

"My heavenly ghost turned into what it is now after devouring the Nine Yin Candle, but I call it the Nine Yin Blood Flame!"

Wang Mo replied lightly.

"Hey, don't waste your time, even if I want to tell you, you can't get any information!"

Sha Mesuo seemed to be smiling wryly, and said in a dark tone of resignation.

"how?"

Wang Mo frowned slightly, and said in surprise.

"When I was in the lower realm, several ancestors set up a forbidden spell in the spirit to prevent us from being trapped and suffering from soul searching. Even though the spell did not hurt anyone because of the power of the rules of this world However, if we reveal the secret, we will die, and we will never be reborn forever!"

Sha Mesuo said in a low tone, the aura around him seemed to have lost the arrogance before.

Obviously, the Nine Yin Candlelight, or the Nine Yin Blood Flame, made him suffer a lot.

"Hehe, since that's the case, please ask fellow daoists to say something that can be said, so as to save me from resorting to tricks!"

Wang Mo lowered his head and pondered for a while, watching Xuying's brows furrowed deeply, he raised his head and smiled indifferently after a while.

……

"Fellow Daoist Wang, you really are a trustworthy person. It is really a blessing for Tianfeng Continent to have such a righteous person as Fellow Daoist Wang in my cultivation world!"

In a main hall of the Artifact Refining Sect, a white-haired old man with a ruddy complexion and kindness like a rich man looked at Wang Mo with a big smile and said, this person is the Suzerain of the Artifact Refining Sect at this time——Li Rutian.

"Sect Master Li is absurd, Wang is ashamed, and we, as monks of the Tianfeng Continent, should make a contribution to our cultivation world!"

There was an undetectable strangeness in Wang Mo's eyes, and he said nothing.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Wang is still so humble. I heard that a month ago, Fellow Daoist suppressed the Saint of Cold Sun just by relying on the ghosts around him. His own strength is only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, but it makes the Saint of Golden Branches fearful. He wants to have a supernatural power." Certainly not weaker than the late Nascent Soul, as a Daoist with great talent, he may advance to become a god in the future, and he may become the leader in the cultivation world!"

Li Rutian chuckled, his face was full of joy, as if he was looking at his younger generation, he seemed approachable.

"Early Nascent Soul against late Nascent Soul?"

"So strong?"

"No way?"

"It's just by magic means!"

"Yes, according to the rumors, the heavenly ghosts must be fed with flesh and blood spirits. To be able to cultivate to such a level, I don't know how many monks have been devoured!"

"Hmph, I see, this person is so bloodthirsty, maybe he is a demon monk himself!"

As soon as he spoke, there were a hundred or so Nascent Soul cultivators around, and many of them showed shock, some speculated about each other, and what's more, they showed disdain.

It's just that among these people, there are those who are angry, those who are afraid, or those who are envious and jealous of Wang Mo's tyrannical strength, everything can be said.

It's just that most of these people who speak out are monks in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and most of them are the newly-broken sons of heaven. among.

For Wang Mo, it can be said that he was born in 200 years, whether it was the Langya Secret Realm seizing the fifth-order spiritual grass, or traveling through the Demon Realm for a hundred years, or breaking through the Nascent Soul in nearly 200 years.

Each of these things is enough to make him famous in the Tianfeng Continent. How can he not make these young monks who are the pride of heaven in their respective sects feel jealous?

"Sect Master Li, when will we leave?"

Wang Mo's face was indifferent, and he couldn't see the change of topic with joy or anger.

"Just tomorrow morning, just wait until the last few fellow Taoists arrive!"

Li Rutian said with a smile.

"Since that's the case, I will take my leave first and come back tomorrow!"

Wang Mo slightly cupped his hands, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, don't worry. The old man wants to take advantage of this rare opportunity for the gathering of saints. How about I wait for a trade fair? You know, I'm going to the two states to fight desperately with the demon cultivators in the upper realm. If we can gather before then A few rare things can also be used as life-saving things, can't they?"

Li Rutian waved his hand slightly, signaling him to stop.

"Haha, this proposal is very good. With so many fellow Taoists here, maybe we can get some life-saving things!"

"Sect Master Li's intention is very much in line with ours!"

"Not bad, not bad, Sect Master Li is a great talent, and the Sect Master of the Artifact Refining Sect is well-deserved!"

"I'm here to thank Sect Master Li!"

For a moment, all the monks in the hall, regardless of their level of cultivation, had bright colors flashing in their eyes, and they all said in surprise.

"Since this is the case, it is better to obey orders than to be respectful!"

Wang Mo's eyes flashed, and he said without hesitation.

He would like to see, what is the intention of this new Suzerain of the Artifact Refining Sect's words of complimenting him here?

What's more, the gathering of more than a hundred Nascent Soul Saints is such a rare opportunity, which is really the only one seen in Wang Mo's practice so far. If he collects a large number of fourth-level refining materials, it will be enough to ensure that he can practice to the perfection of the soaring state.

At that time, with his many methods, it will be enough to kill the late Nascent Soul, and truly become a high-level existence in the cultivation world. Although he will not be on the same level as the cultivator of Huashen, he will not be able to threaten him when he is waiting for the monk of Nascent Soul Dzogchen.

"Haha, I have long heard that Fellow Daoist Wang has a straightforward personality. As expected, Fellow Daoist's life experience is quite legendary. After living in the Demon Realm for a hundred years, the treasures he collected must be very different from us, let alone traded with Tianfengxuan Palace. There must be a rich collection of Xuanling God Herbs, why not start with fellow Taoists?"

Li Rutian said with a hearty smile, pointing out something.

"Hehe, since that's the case, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient!"

Looking at Li Rutian who was smiling all over his face, Wang Mo's heart shuddered, but there was a flash of joy on his face, and he smiled as if he was flattered.

At this moment, if he still can't see that Li Rutian's words contain evil intentions between the lines, then he has practiced in two lifetimes for 200 years, and he has cultivated on dogs.

But how could Wang Mo let go of such an opportunity?

There are no cultivators who transform spirits here, so what if they make a show of it with the help of two big weapons?

In an instant, Wang Mo made a decision, as if he wanted to vent his evil spirit that he had practiced for 200 years.