Retrograde fairy way

hum!

In the cave that had been roaring and furious before, suddenly there was a shock, and then the roaring sound from below slowed down, like the roar of a wild beast that had come to an end.

hoo hoo hoo!

The continuous sound, along with the continuous humming, seemed to be suppressed, and then slowly sank.

"Finally we can leave this ghost place!"

Wang Mo, who was standing at the entrance of the cave above, looked at the bottom of the cave that was suddenly bursting with blood, and he breathed a sigh of relief with the vague excitement of the bloody clothes in his mind.

This place is full of bloody resentment, even though Wang Mo's cultivation is so advanced now, if he hadn't been using formations to cover up his own lightning essence, he might be eroded by this bloody resentment.

If it weren't for the blood clothes to capture the eight blood souls of the Blood Prison Formation, the commotion would have been too great, attracting many people with advanced cultivation levels to come here one after another. Wang Mo really wanted to wait in a clean place.

This stay lasted more than a year.

Just as he thought before, thanks to the time of relaxation, the difficulty of the eight blood souls was beyond Wang Mo's expectation, so it was delayed for so long.

But waiting for such a long time was not useless. Xue Yi not only broke through to the level of the fourth-order top saint, but also put the eight blood souls into a disadvantage one by one after taking the initiative.

And the eight blood souls who were pulled from the bottom by Wang Mo later had no power to fight back at this time, allowing Xue Yi to slowly control the array.

It won't be long before it's done.

"Hmph, what a lingering ghost!"

Suddenly, Wang Mo frowned slightly, snorted coldly, and fled out of the cave in a flash.

……

howl!

At the same time, the ghost sect, which was still relatively complete, has turned into ruins at this time. A three-foot-sized cyan unicorn monster roars violently, and a look of ferocity and fear flashes in its golden-red eyes. , shaking his huge head, staring at dozens of figures with strong aura around him.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, this green-horned beast is quite a steed. Those who can raise a monster to this level should not be underestimated!"

A white-haired old man gently caressed the emerald green Ruyi in the crook of his arm with his right hand, and said with some trepidation.

"Even if it can't be underestimated, so what? Langya Purgatory is not owned by him alone. He can come, and we will come naturally. With him alone, driving away many fellow Taoists here is a big taboo in the cultivation world. !"

A fat-faced old man with red hair said coldly with an unkind expression.

"That's right, this person's behavior has already provoked the anger of the public. Fellow Taoists, you have asked me to come here to uphold justice. I think it's better to just take this evil animal down and negotiate with this person?"

A monk with the appearance of a middle-aged Confucian waved a folding fan in his hand, squinting at everyone and said.

"As it should be!"

"The words of the Great Sage Qingtian are good!"

"I also hope that the three great saints will be the masters for us!"

When a group of monks heard the words, they shouted in unison as if they had been greatly wronged.

"Hehe, what do you two think?"

The middle-aged Confucianism cultivator closed the folding fan with a calm smile, and looked at the two of them.

"It's just an evil beast, so what if you take it down?"

The red-haired old man looked at the blue-horned beast below who was whining and threatening to everyone, his whole body flashed with brilliance, and his breath suddenly rose and he was about to fall down.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, don't worry!"

The white-haired old man frowned slightly, seeing that he seemed to make a move, his eyes flashed as if thinking of something, and he stopped him.

"Why? Fellow Daoist Lu, what worries do you have?"

The red-haired old man's fiery brows frowned, and he was a little dissatisfied.

"Ok!"

The white-haired old man nodded slightly, then looked at the crowd, and said slowly: "Green-horned beasts are rare, and those who can grow to this level are even rarer. It is rumored that during the battle against the demons, there were a few of them among the demon cultivators!"

"If it belongs to the demon head, it will be even simpler. Killing at the moment is just a cramp!"

The red-haired old man stared and said excitedly.

"That's right, what's the point of waiting with some devils? With you and me, there are so many friends of the same level here, can't we take him down?"

The middle-aged Confucianism cultivator nodded, agreeing somewhat.

"Two fellow Taoists came all the way from Tianyun Prefecture, and they are a little unfamiliar with Tianfeng Prefecture. This green-horned beast reminds me of someone!"

The white-haired old man wrinkled his white brows tightly, and said solemnly.

"Isn't it the magic cultivator who has the green-horned beast? Why is it involved with the monks of Tianfengzhou?"

The middle-aged monk's complexion tightened, and he exchanged a glance with the red-haired old man, a little puzzled.

"Among you, there is also my monk from Tianfengzhou. I must have heard of the title of the number one saint under the God of Transformation, right?"

The white-haired old man did not answer directly, but turned to look at the crowd and said.

"Could it be that the Great Sage is talking about that one?"

When everyone heard the words, they looked at each other in blank dismay. A middle-aged monk said with some uncertainty.

"It wouldn't be so coincidental would it?"

The other person seemed to know something, and said after a little thought.

"If you hadn't said that this person just drove you away and didn't kill you, I wouldn't believe it was such a coincidence, but if it was a demon cultivator, how could he drive you away and let you go?"

The white-haired old man took a deep breath and said with burning eyes.

"What is the number one saint under the God of Transformation? Fellow Daoist Lu, you have to make it clear. When will someone in the cultivation world dare to call himself the number one saint under the God of Transformation? Could it be that you, Tianfeng State, are self-appointed? Hmph, on the mainland There are also such arrogant people, I really want to see them!"

The red-haired old man stared at him with a sneer in his eyes.

Judging from his fiery appearance, it is obvious that his temper is not very good, otherwise, with his cultivation base, he would definitely not express his thoughts on his face like this.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, are you kidding me? The world is so big, although I don't know how many practitioners like us are, but how many people dare to call themselves No. 1?"

The middle-aged monk flicked the folding fan in his hand, and asked with a frown.

Judging from his expression, he was obviously shocked by the words of the white-haired old man.

"This... this is not a self-proclaimed name, nor can I call myself a monk in Tianfeng State, but... it is recognized by many casual cultivators in Tianlang City!"

The white-haired old man didn't seem to expect such a reaction from the two of them, but he naturally understood instantly with his mind, which one of these monks of the same level is not a genius?

Those who have been able to cultivate to the current state, although their minds have already been extremely firm, and there are few people who are moved by foreign things, but they don't care, it doesn't mean they don't care.

A false name is really nothing to existences like them, because no one has ever possessed this false name.

But once this false name is possessed by others, it becomes a sweet pastry, and anyone wants to take a bite.

It's just because no one wants to see someone who is equal to him trample him under his feet.

"Tianlang City? Could it be the anti-magic city tens of thousands of miles away?"

The middle-aged Confucian cultivator frowned slightly and asked tentatively.

"It's a short time for a few of you to come here, and most of you have entered here. It's understandable that you don't know about the outside world, but this person is rumored to have faced three great sages of the demon clan alone, and even beheaded them." One, this is how he has the honorary title of the first saint, and there is a blue-horned beast sitting on his seat!"

The white-haired old man nodded, his expression slightly solemn.

"laugh!"

The red-haired old man sneered, and said with some disdain: "Fight against three demon cultivators of the same level alone, and kill one of them? This kind of joke is really big, let me let the sage kill this beast, When that person is found, I would like to weigh and weigh him to see if he is as strong as you said!"

As soon as the voice fell, the red light around him that had dimmed suddenly rose, and his figure instantly rushed downwards.

"Friend Daoist Meng..."

The white-haired old man was startled, and hurried forward to stop him, but was stopped by the middle-aged Confucian cultivator beside him. Seeing that he couldn't stop him in time, he couldn't lower his outstretched right hand and had to put it down.

As he retreated slightly and shook his head helplessly, no one noticed that there was a strange smile that flashed at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of cunning that succeeded in conspiracy flashed in his eyes.

howl!

The momentum of the red-haired old man's pounce was astonishing, and a large swath of fiery aura rolled up in the sky, and the blue-horned beast that had been staring at them naturally saw it in his eyes.

When his figure retreated slightly, he didn't dodge it. He raised his head and roared, the cyan hair all over his body suddenly stood on end, and faint gray-red air currents flashed, making him even more ferocious.

Behind it is an entrance to an underground cave.

"What an evil animal. After cultivating to such a level, I don't know how much soul essence and blood it has devoured. How can such a vicious creature be kept in captivity by immortal cultivators? Today, this sage will eliminate demons and defend the way, and kill you!"

A look of embarrassment flashed across the corner of the red-haired old man's mouth, and a cold gleam shot from his eyes. He made a tactic with one palm, and slapped down hard.

With a bang, a mass of blazing brilliance suddenly gathered under the palm of his hand, which instantly turned into a giant palm of flames and slapped down on the blue-horned beast below.

Judging by its movement, it is obvious that it has murderous intentions.

Seeing the giant flaming palm descending, and the blue-horned beast was about to attack it with all its strength, Qinghong flashed through the hole behind it, and suddenly the cyan-golden brilliance flashed, and a giant cyan-golden palm suddenly appeared to meet it. go.

Boom!

The two majestic airflows collided with each other, and the surrounding air waves rolled up immediately, causing ripples. There were traces of obscure black lines in the subtle places, but they were only fleeting.

Wang Mo stepped back a few steps, and looked at the old man who seemed to be in a rage with a slight frown, as if he was thinking about why the other party made such a heavy hand, and dared to explode his cultivation in such a dangerous place.

"How brave!"

Sensing that someone appeared to block his blow, the red-haired old man's eyes narrowed, he shouted loudly, and was about to rush down again in a flash.

"Friend Daoist Meng stay here, so as not to misunderstand!"

Seeing this, the white-haired old man at the top first carefully looked at the brilliance below to reveal the figure in Tsing Yi standing next to the Cyan Horned Beast, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he stepped aside in an instant The young Confucianism cultivator hurriedly stopped the Tao.

"Hmph, what is the number one saint under Transformation God? It's just a mid-term monk. When I take him down, I can naturally ask him who gave him the courage to divide the land here. belongs to?"

The red-haired old man snorted coldly, ignored his words, and yelled angrily. When his body was vertical, his right hand suddenly stretched down, and then turned slightly and drew a circle, and then pointed downward fiercely.

At the point of his fingertips, a piercing red light blade suddenly appeared, and when the light cluster flashed, a strange-shaped ice blade buzzed out.

It was a treasure like a full moon, but it was surrounded by arc-shaped light blades, which looked extremely hideous, like a single wheel full of sharp blades.

With a buzzing sound, the single wheel suddenly turned at a very high speed, and when it slammed, it suddenly turned into countless round moonlight blades, piercing through the void and slashing down.

Judging by the momentum and murderous intent of his attack, it is obvious that he is not trying to take down Wang Mo, but beheading him on the spot.