Retrograde fairy way

Judging from its figure, it was the iron wall ape fourth-level demon-cultivating golden-haired monkey that was rumored to have been seriously injured and collapsed a few days ago!

"You came!"

Sensing Wang Mo's approach, the golden hairy monkey slowed down its movements and raised its head slightly.

"Ok!"

Wang Mo didn't say much, just nodded slightly, walked up to him, took out the previous bottles of elixirs with a wave of his hand, and placed them on the stone table.

His eyes flicked over the golden hairy monkey's body. Its originally shiny golden hair had already turned gray, which made it feel like it was dying.

"You promised?"

The golden-haired monkey slowly stretched out the stick, laying it flat on both knees, without lifting its head.

"Ok!"

Wang Mo nodded slightly, it was still a word that was neither painful nor itchy, and he cherished words like gold as always.

"In the future we...?"

After a long silence, the golden hairy monkey paused in its hands, but still did not lift its head.

"will not!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Mo's short response was concise, although it was light, there was a sonorous sound in it.

"Ha ha!"

The golden-haired monkey smiled slightly, and his words were still like the sound of gold and iron, but there was a sense of joy.

"Have a good rest!"

Wang Mo got up slowly and walked out.

"Don't forget when you leave, come and have a drink with me!"

Looking at his leaving back, the golden monkey raised its head for the first time, and said in a dejected way.

"Will do!"

His figure paused slightly, Wang Mo crossed the restriction and walked out of the courtyard without looking back.

He never turned back until he left.

"Hey, it's rare...it's a pity..."

Looking at the back disappearing into the shadows of the courtyard, the furry palm of the golden monkey caressed the stick, his lips moved slightly, and a low and hoarse murmur came out, dissipating in the empty courtyard.

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More than ten days later, in a big city far away in the depths of the Demon Realm, due to the occupation of the Demon Race, all the high-ranking monks were suddenly killed, leaving only the monks below Foundation Establishment who were in constant panic.

But for some unknown reason, a group of demon monks no longer slaughtered the high-level practitioners in the demon realm, but gathered these forces for their use, and then used them as a vital force to attack the cultivation world, which made this seat originally lost due to the catastrophe The vibrant city once again had a glimmer of life.

Although he knew that he would not become the target of the high-level demons, the low-level monks were still in panic all day long.

If it wasn't for several waves of monks who couldn't stand this atmosphere and wanted to escape from the Demon Realm, but were killed by high-ranking monks, and because of this, the demon monks wanted to get rid of it once and for all. Only then did the low-level monks stop their escape.

And in this city, in the hall of the most magnificent and magnificent building, a tall and gloomy young monk looked at the next strong monk lying on the ground with no emotion. A group of demon cultivators.

Beside him, a man and a woman were also sitting, looking on coldly at the trembling demon cultivators.

"The villain once inquired about it along the way. This person is called Wang Mo, and he was born 200 years ago. There are many rumors about him on the mainland!"

The burly monk, lying on the ground at this time, arched his tense body, and buried his head tightly on the ground, with a look of fear and fear, not daring to face the young man above him.

From the trembling in his words, it can be seen that this person is afraid of the young man.

"You mean, just because a junior of the human race who has practiced for 200 years, let you wait for the feather to return? And you lost three people?"

The young monk didn't even blink his eyelids, just like the sound of Jiuyou's blowing, it drifted away faintly.

"Yes...no...return...return to the adult, the villain....the villain..."

The strong monk seemed to be extremely frightened, his body trembling slightly, his dripping sweat fell on the ground, forming a small puddle after a while.

Beside him, the seven or eight demon cultivators who were also lying on their stomachs were also trembling.

"Useless waste, you can't do such trivial things well, what use are you for?"

The young monk's complexion was extremely cold, and he looked at the group of demon cultivators with disdain, and said coldly.

"No...no...My lord, the man I met with was only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, but his combat power was far above the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul, and...and, the villain suspects that Master Sha Mosuo, Just die in the hands of this person!"

The brawny man was trembling, as if he had found something to say, he hurriedly raised his head and said.

The face that was revealed was that of the demon cultivator who was forced by Wang Mo to betray his companion and flee, and his whole body melted away.

This group of demon cultivators probably were the ones who attacked Tianlang City that day.

"laugh!"

The young monk sneered, leaned forward slightly, and suddenly said calmly: "It seems that you are very good at making excuses for your incompetence? Then, I don't need any excuses to kill you!"

"slow!"

Suddenly, just as the young cultivator reached out his hand, a hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded, but it made his hands stop, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at the strange female cultivator, frowning slightly: "Murong Qing , what do you mean?"

"Listen to him!"

The woman closed her eyes tightly, as if she hadn't noticed the dangerous aura emanating from the young monk, she said calmly.

But the strange thing is that his voice suddenly turned into a crisp sound, like his cheeks, half shrunk like a mummy, half full of brilliance, comparable to any stunning beauty in the world, and even a head of extremely smooth black hair.

She was wrapped in a simple and elegant white gauze dress. If it wasn't for that weird and ferocious face, anyone who saw her would think that she was a stunning beauty.

The young monk withdrew his palm and took a deep look at the woman. The fear in his eyes was fleeting. He leaned back slightly, leaned on the back of the chair, raised his eyelids slightly and said, "Speak!"

"Thank you for your kindness! Thank you for your kindness!"

Moxiu hurriedly kowtowed, subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and organized the words: "The villain fought against this person that day, and he used three fifth-level jade charms repeatedly, and the spells transformed by two jade charms , is Master Sha Mosuo’s famous technique, Huangquan sand table and Huangsha Taotian, and at the end there is one jade talisman that has not been shot, a total of four fifth-level jade talismans, and they are all magic arts!"

Judging from his expression, it was obvious that he had finished what he knew in one breath, not daring to hide anything.

"Using four fifth-tier jade talismans, this junior has some courage. However, you just rely on these and try to prevaricate. Is your failure?"

The young monk rubbed it with one hand, leaned forward slightly, looked down at this person, slowly stretched out his right hand, and a blue-gray light flashed across the tip of his index finger.

But in an instant, his face changed suddenly, and he looked at Murong Qing with a flash of anger on his face, suppressed his anger slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Murong Qing, you have repeatedly prevented me from disposing of my subordinates. What do you mean?"

"I just want to ask!"

Murong Qing still closed her eyes tightly, and she didn't even move her body. It seemed that if she said a single word, she would not get used to it.

"Brother Mo, why do you do this for a junior? Murong wants to ask clearly, so let her ask!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged monk who had never spoken a word raised his eyelids slightly, and stopped the young monk who was about to erupt.

"Humph!"

The young monk's face twitched, he took a sip of wine, and turned his head with a gloomy face.

"Speak!"

Seeing his expression, the middle-aged monk couldn't say much, turned his head to look at the man and said indifferently.

"Yes, yes, thank you for your kindness, sir, thank you for your kindness!"

Hearing the three people's words, the demon knew that he had walked through the gate of hell, and he broke out in a cold sweat. He thought he would die, but he didn't want it to end here, so he hurriedly bowed his head.

It's just that it's not clear who he is thanking and seeing how flustered he is.

"When the villain fought against this person, he discovered that this person was a monk of the Lightning Department. Although he used a magic method in the end, he was undoubtedly a pure immortal monk. After the villain's investigation all the way, he found that All of them are included in this jade slip!"

Although he didn't know what Murong Qing wanted to ask, but after thinking for a while, he said all he knew, and then he took out a jade slip with a flick of his wrist, and raised his hands high to show his respect.

Whoosh!

Regardless of the young monk, Murong Qing casually waved his jade hand, and put the jade slip into his hand, swept the jade slip with his spiritual sense, and threw it to the young monk.

The young monk waved his sleeve without looking at it, and Yu Jian fell towards the middle-aged monk.

"This son has some means. Those who can achieve such a level in more than 200 years are comparable to the best in my Heavenly Demon Realm!"

The middle-aged monk sized it up for a while, and said in surprise: "It seems that this time, I really can't blame them. They were able to use the four fifth-level jade charms without any distress. It’s a big deal, I think it’s hidden by Sha Mesuo!”

"Don't hurry up!"

Hearing his words, the young monk seemed rather irritable, and suddenly shouted down.

"Yes, yes, thank you sir for your kindness!"

A group of demon cultivators immediately kowtowed as if they had received an amnesty, and stepped back out of the hall.

"Fellow Taoist Murong, where are you going?"

Suddenly, seeing the female cultivator Murong Qing suddenly get up and fly away to the outside of the main hall, the middle-aged monk asked in surprise.

Murong Qing's figure floated out of the hall in a flash, and then disappeared.

"Hehe, this girl's temper is really frustrating!"

The middle-aged monk smiled indifferently, shook his head slightly, looked up at the young man, and said with a smile, "What do you think, Brother Mo?"

"Hmph, it's just relying on the status of the grandson of Meiji Demon Master, so I'm defiant!"

The young man snorted coldly and said with disdain.

But in his words, there was a strong sense of envy. Although he didn't know what kind of support this person had, he could be so rude to a magician's disciple, but thinking about it, his status was quite extraordinary.

"Ha ha!"

The middle-aged monk shook his head worriedly, and then said with a straight face: "If Sha Mesuo really died in the hands of this person, and he has such a strong talent, he must be killed!"

"Hey, it's just a junior of the human race. Don't you think Brother Hong thinks that we won't be able to occupy this continent before he grows up?"

The young monk sneered, as if he disdained the middle-aged people's attention to Wang Mo, stretched out his hand and lightly pinched the entrance of a spiritual fruit, and said leisurely: "You know, there is the temptation of the real devil's breath, no one will reject!"

"Hehe, what Brother Mo said is true!"

The middle-aged monk responded with a smile, and when he heard the breath of the real devil, he showed a hint of greed at the right time. When he looked up and drank, a look of disdain flashed across his slightly closed eyes.