Retrograde fairy way

"No..."

Seeing this, the white-haired old man showed regret and fear on his face, and suddenly shouted loudly, but it was obviously too late to stop him.

"Humph!"

Wang Mo, who stepped back a few steps, his face darkened, also let out a cold snort, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and when he flicked his sleeves, he raised his right hand a little.

A cyan-silver blade of light appeared, and when it buzzed, countless phantoms suddenly appeared around it, and then countless blades of light appeared, like raindrops, pierce the void with a sound, and greeted upwards.

The corners of Wang Mo's mouth turned up slightly, and with a turn of his wrist, the main body of the Qingyun Blade was retracted, and then he waved to the green leather sleeve to put it away, and his figure suddenly flew downwards in a flash.

In the previous blow, he only used his own cultivation to collide with it. In the mid-stage of Yuanying, he collided with Yuanying Dzogchen, and he naturally lost the wind.

But Wang Mo has already noticed that when the two collide, there is a trace of obscure sharp tearing air in the space, which is a sign of the appearance of space cracks.

Now the top-level real treasure is sacrificed, and the opponent is a strong Nascent Soul Dzogchen, and he is even a killer. The two are strong and strong, and it is likely to lead to space cracks.

If you don't flash at this time, when will you wait!

It was too late to say, but it was so fast, Wang Mo's figure disappeared into the cave entrance in a flash of light and shadow.

At the same time, the white-haired old man and the middle-aged monk retreated with a change in expression, and shouted, "Quick retreat!"

When everyone heard the words, they immediately understood why.

This is Langya Purgatory. Although I have tried this place before and can withstand the fluctuation of vitality from the Nascent Soul cultivator's attack, the person who is fighting at this time is by no means a simple Nascent Soul cultivator.

A great sage, a powerful and unreasonable Nascent Soul mid-stage monk, if the fight between the two really triggers a space crack to appear, at such a short distance, it will really be troublesome.

Crackle!

The blue-silver light blade and the crimson arc blade collided at one place, and a piercing sound pierced the sky, and the sharp rays of light shot straight into the distance like sharp arrows.

The collision between the two immediately caused large ripples in the surrounding space, like waves, rolling away layer by layer.

There was a deep stabbing sound, as if the silk was being torn apart, a dark gap suddenly appeared in the space where the two collided and collided, like an invisible beast opening its huge mouth to swallow everything.

In an instant, the crack turned into a size of about [-] meters long, and then a majestic suction hummed, and the streamer that was originally blasting into the distance seemed to stop slightly at this moment.

"Space cracks!"

Seeing such a scene, the red-haired old man's complexion changed, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinprick, and he circled his wrist without hesitation, and when there was a buzz, his special treasure roulette sank into his palm.

At the same time, a strong red brilliance suddenly burst out from his body, and he retreated abruptly.

Although the opening of this space crack is several times smaller than the common space cracks in purgatory, even ten times smaller, the suction force inside it is not much weaker.

In such a close situation, the red-haired old man immediately felt a majestic suction force, sweeping towards him.

Under the ugly complexion, there was a flick of the wrist without even thinking about it, and when the brilliance flashed, a red gold jade talisman appeared, quickly crushed with a crackling sound, and flung back suddenly.

There was a muffled hum, and when the brilliance was in full swing, a large group of red-golden brilliance suddenly appeared behind him, and then suddenly turned into a light shield with a size of [-] meters, blocking the opening of the crack in the space. ahead.

With this light shield blocking him, the red-haired old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was still incomparably dignified, the brilliance all over his body soared, and he dodged to the distance.

But in just a few breaths, there was a toothache cracking sound coming from behind. The red-haired old man who had been darting towards the distance trembled, and the brilliance of his body rose again. It was almost too fast, leaving a burst of explosion and roar in the air.

Fortunately, it was within the range he could bear at this time, and he took dozens of breaths non-stop, and after throwing out several defensive talismans that were not low in level, he finally got rid of the weight of the space crack. Majestic suction force.

This spatial crack came and went quickly, and within just a dozen or so breaths, it disappeared into the void in a flash.

But even so, the remaining suction force made everyone embarrassed, even if the red-haired old man was a Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk, the rest of the people could imagine.

Among the Nascent Soul cultivators, there was one whose cultivation level was not enough, and was swallowed by the space crack, leaving no trace of dregs.

The rest of the people, whose cultivation base was not more than the late stage of Yuanying, were all extremely pale, out of breath, and hurriedly took out the spirit pills to swallow and refine them, looking extremely weak.

At that moment before, the place where the space crack appeared was really too close to them. If the jade talisman issued by the red-haired old man hadn't blocked them for a few minutes, more than one person would have fallen.

"You bastard!"

The red-haired old man looked at a deep ravine below, the mess everywhere, his complexion turned green and pale, and finally cursed fiercely.

The jade talismans he threw in response to the crack in space before were all top-tier fourth-order treasures and defensive talismans, so one can imagine how precious they are.

Even though he was a Nascent Soul Dzogchen monk, he definitely didn't have much. Such a crack in space almost consumed him, and he couldn't help feeling a deep sense of regret in his heart.

But the next moment, it turned into a ferocious one, and the cold light flashed in his eyes, obviously murderous.

Bang!

Just when everyone was in lingering fear and had no time to mourn the death of their companions, there was a sudden sound from below.

When he looked down, a figure suddenly rushed out of a mass of chaotic rocks, it was Wang Mo who fought with the red-haired old man before.

When the dust and mist dissipated, the dark hole inside was exposed. Obviously, the moment the space crack appeared, it was much easier to escape into it than the people who had no support in the air.

"Little bastard, I killed you!"

Seeing Wang Mo's appearance, the red-haired old man's eyes flashed coldly, he shouted loudly, the coercion rolled out from his body, his figure flickered, but there was a momentary pause, and hatred flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, he thought of the consequences of doing something here, even if it was him, he had to think carefully about whether it was worth it.

However, Wang Mo ignored it, waved his sleeve casually, blowing away the surrounding dust, and then grabbed the ground.

A stone platform appeared with a crackling sound, and Wang Mo sat cross-legged on it, took out a bottle of spiritual wine, and drank it one after another.

Seeing him acting like I'm the one who wants to live from now on, leaving him like a rascal who buys money, all the monks suddenly lost their minds.

I want to fight with more people, but I am full of endless fear of the space crack that will appear at any time.

Let's not fight, seeing him so carefree, makes all the arrogant Nascent Soul Saints really unable to get down.

What's more, don't look at the other party's cultivation in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but he has the guts to match up with the Nascent Soul Dzogchen monks, and he doesn't take the group of Nascent Soul monks seriously, how can everyone not understand? This is clearly not afraid.

Facing such a hob meat who couldn't eat from top to bottom, the monks were usually full of self-confidence and advanced cultivation, so they lost their minds for a while.

"Uh……"

Seeing that everyone looked at each other, they all turned their eyes to him. The white-haired old man, who had spoken to dissuade the red-haired old man before, couldn't help but froze, as if quite hesitant, then his beard trembled, and his figure flickered downward fall.

"Old man Lu Huafeng, you dare to ask me, but you are the sage Wang Mo?"

Walking to the front slowly, all the breath in his body was restrained, indicating that he was not malicious, the white-haired old man clasped his hands slightly, and asked tentatively.

"Whether a certain family is Wang Mo, is there any difference?"

His subordinates paused slightly, Wang Mo slightly raised his head, and asked lightly.

"Hehe, the old man thinks that fellow Taoist's cultivation is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and he also has the magic power of the thunder system, and he can fight against fellow daoist Meng without losing the wind. Presumably, fellow daoist has the title of the first saint under the transformation of the gods. Fellow Daoist Wang Mo!"

Lu Huafeng and Xun smiled, looked Wang Mo up and down, and didn't look angry at all because he didn't answer his question.

"A certain family is indeed surnamed Wang, and the single name is Mo, but it is not Wang Mo, who is known as the number one saint under the Transformation God as you said!"

Wang Mo raised his eyebrows and said calmly.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Wang is as humble and casual as the rumors say. The title of the number one saint under the Transformation God, from the moment I fought with Fellow Daoist Meng before, I can see that Fellow Daoist is definitely not in vain!"

Lu Huafeng's beard trembled, and he complimented him with a smile.

"The number one saint under Transformation God is just some people's nonsense, it can't be true!"

Wang Mo took a deep look at him, his gaze flashed undetectably, and he said with a sneer.

From the corner of his eyes, he had already caught the expressions of the monks who were slowly descending from above.

The red-haired old man who fought against him had an ugly expression on his face, and the middle-aged Confucianism cultivator beside him also looked at him with a frown.

Judging from the reaction of the two of them to the title of "the first saint under the transformation of the gods", it is obvious that they don't agree very much.

And this Lu Huafeng's simple and undisguised praise, and his repeated mention of his fight with the red-haired old man, obviously has ulterior motives, reminding you that you can't even beat a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, so what are you talking about? people?

"Uh...haha, Daoyou Wang is really an easy-going person, but this title was jointly recommended by all the casual cultivators in Tianlang City, especially nonsense? It's rare for a fellow Daoist with such talent to be so humble. It really is me A role model!"

Hearing this, Lu Huafeng's expression froze for a moment, then he raised his head and smiled heartily, stroked his beard with one hand, and praised him non-stop.

"Humph!"

Before he finished speaking, a group of monks behind him had already approached, and there was an inexplicable chill mixed with anger, which was obviously from the red-haired old man.

"Look at my memory, I was so happy to see Daoyou Wang, I forgot to introduce you two friends who came from afar!"

Lu Huafeng narrowed his eyes slightly, then casually patted his forehead and said with a wry smile.

Listening to his words, there is a sense of admiration for Wang Mo in and out of what he said. If someone who doesn't understand and knows it, I'm afraid he really thinks so.

But with his Yuanying Dzogchen cultivation base, if he is facing a Huashen Daxiu, that's all. But Wang Mo's cultivation is only in the middle stage of Yuanying, even if he has the "Shenhuashen Zhi" installed by someone with ulterior motives. It is not enough for him to do so if he is given the honorific title of 'First Saint'.