Retrograde fairy way

Staring closely at Murong Qing who closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, Wang Mo didn't dare to blink his eyes, and he didn't dare to release his spiritual consciousness, for fear that the other party knew some secret method to attack his spiritual consciousness.

Don't look at the other party who is seriously injured to the point where he can only let himself be threatened, but with his status as a superhuman cultivator, there are definitely several life-saving techniques. Back then, both Feng Manqing and Han Mengyue could be in the realm of Nascent Soul Dzogchen, She has been immortal for thousands of years, let alone this woman.

You know, the other party is from the upper realm of Heaven and Demon Realm, who knows what kind of secret technique they will have.

But if you do it here, just as the other party said, even though Huashen Daxiu in Purgatory can not be afraid of space cracks, he will never dare to make a move easily.

The cracks in the space triggered by the two God Transformation Overhaulers are definitely the most dangerous place in such a special place.

If Wang Mo used the fifth-order talisman, even though this place is underground due to the existence of the blood prison formation, and the space is more stable than the upper part, it cannot withstand such energy fluctuations.

What's more, the talisman in his hand is not a simple thing, but a life-saving thing given to him by Feng Wuxia.

If he is a little careless, he may be the one who gets the way.

For the first time, when Wang Mo was in a dilemma, he felt that other people were like meat on a hob, and the feeling of having nowhere to speak was really depressing.

Fortunately, Murong Qing is not stupid to be able to cultivate to the present level. Even though he is seriously injured, he is still in a very bad situation. Naturally, he can see the scruples in Wang Mo's heart. After making sure that Wang Mo will not do anything easily, he began to close his eyes to heal his wounds .

I don't know how long it took, when Wang Mo first lowered his cultivation base, staring at a person so closely made him feel a slight pain in his neck, Murong Qing, who had been sitting upright with his eyes closed, finally moved.

"If senior is fine, how about going to another place to heal your injuries?"

Seeing Murong Qing with his eyes open, Wang Mo kept holding the talisman with his left hand because of nervousness, trembling suddenly, but said firmly.

"Who said there is nothing wrong with this seat?"

Murong Qing's shiny right cheek was extremely pale, and the left cheek withered like an old woman complemented each other, making her look even more ferocious, she cast a sideways glance at Wang Mo and said.

"Senior, if you plan to stay here, I'm afraid you won't be able to heal your wounds with peace of mind. I'm also doing it for the good of senior!"

Listening to the other party's hoarse and strange voice for a while, Wang Mo tightened the talisman in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, took a light breath and said slowly.

"What? Threatening me? If you had a chance before, but now... giggle!"

Murong Qing's eyebrows were raised, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, revealing a ferocious and strange smile, she slowly stood up with a coquettish smile, and there was a playful look in Wang Mo's eyes.

"Humph!"

Wang Mo snorted coldly, his eyes shot coldly, his figure suddenly fell downwards, his eyes were fixed on Murong Qing, and if the other party dared to make a slight movement, he would crush the jade talisman.

He believed that under the attack of the fifth-order high-grade talisman, even if the opponent was intact, he would have to dodge, let alone the serious injury now.

Roar!

Suddenly, a tyrannical roar suddenly came from below, as if a heaven-swallowing evil spirit burst out, and the sound was mixed with a little excitement.

There was a buzzing sound of endless blood, and suddenly all of them rolled upside down into a ball, making teeth-stinging chi-chi noises, and the brilliance emitted was dazzling and fascinating, as if it could capture people's hearts and minds.

Seeing such a scene, Murong Qing, who was about to step out of the cave with light lotus steps, stared at Wang Moyuan with a slight frown.

At the same time, Wang Mo's heart tightened, and he complained secretly.

He knew very well that it was Xueyi who had completely controlled the Blood Prison Formation. If there was another moth at this time, then he would be hit by the enemy.

But he didn't dare to lower his head to look, for fear that Murong Qing from above would make a sudden move and fall into a dilemma.

After a cup of tea, the ball of light finally condensed into a dense sphere about the size of a foot, and then there was a soft pop, and the brilliance dissipated little by little, revealing a three or four year old child standing in it, who was as naked as a porcelain doll. In mid-air.

If it weren't for the looming evil spirit emanating from his body, and the flash of blood in his eyes, I'm afraid he would have thought this was just a beautiful and outrageous child.

The blood-clothed eyes that were bright but without the slightest emotion turned around and when they landed on Wang Mo's body, he turned his little head, and with a soft swish, it turned into a streak of light and landed on his shoulder.

Wang Mo's heart relaxed slightly, Xue Yi didn't make trouble for him this time, but it could be regarded as helping him once.

He was not in a hurry to find out the situation of Xueyi at this time, but the message that Xueyi was automatically conveyed came from the bottom of his heart, which made him feel more at ease.

Xueyi's breakthrough this time is not as simple as breaking through to the top of the fourth order, but the real peak of the fourth order, only one step away from breaking through to the fifth order.

With his current cultivation base, combined with the eight blood souls of the Blood Prison Formation, and the benefits of the fifth-order formation plate, it is enough to shake the overhaul of the early stage of Transformation God.

Facing Murong Qing, a demon cultivator in the middle stage of transformation, even though he was seriously injured, Wang Mo was still palpitating, but now with the bloody clothes after the breakthrough, he felt relieved from the inside out.

"Not bad, you actually integrated the Nine Nether Blood Prison Formation into yourself, you, a ghost, have become a climate!"

Murong Qing flickered, but when he saw Wang Mo hurriedly distanced himself from him, he paused in mid-air, swept the bloody clothes on his shoulders and said calmly.

With his cultivation base, even though he was seriously injured, his eyesight was not affected at all, and since the demons occupied the Demon Realm for more than sixty years, he naturally knew that the Nine Nether Blood Prison Formation might have come from the upper realm.

"I don't want to be an enemy of the senior at this time, how about retreating separately?"

Wang Mo frowned slightly, and asked tentatively.

"Retreat? Why do you want to retreat? This is an excellent place to recuperate! Cough cough!"

Murong Qing shook his head slightly, and lightly refused, but before he finished speaking, he frowned tightly, coughed lightly, and showed a trace of pain on his face.

"Given the senior's injury, if you delay it, I'm afraid it will be detrimental to your own cultivation. Why waste time with this subordinate?"

A gleam flashed in Wang Mo's eyes, but his tone was slightly weak.

Now that this matter is over, there is no need to stay here for a long time, so naturally I don't want to waste time by confronting the other party here.

"You kid, don't you not understand your current situation in the cultivation world?"

Murong Qing looked Wang Mo up and down, then changed the topic.

"What do you mean by this senior?"

Wang Mo's heart moved slightly, but he said calmly.

"Based on your experience, you will never be unaware of it, why bother to pretend to be with me?"

The corners of Murong Qing's mouth curled up slightly, as if he had seen through Wang Mo.

"As a senior, when did you care so much about a human monk?"

Wang Mo's heart was awe-inspiring, a person with a clear mind would naturally understand the seemingly innocuous opponent.

Wang Mo was not at all surprised that the opponent's cultivation could see through his disguise, but it was worth his consideration to tell him this as Murong Qing.

In other words, he, Wang Mo, has already been targeted by the demon monks!

And it's not just a normal stare, from the inside and outside of the other party's words, it is obvious that he is quite familiar with himself.

"Heck, talking to smart people is easy!"

Murong Qing smiled tenderly, but the voice was really unflattering, and she glanced at Wang Mo appreciatively and said.

"Senior, just say what you want, but I still have things to do!"

Wang Mo frowned slightly, not knowing what the other party was planning, but he knew that he must not let the other party lead by the nose.

Dealing with such an old monster, if you are not careful, it will be an abyss.

"It's so boring to talk like this. How about if you pack up the six little things below, let's find a secluded place and have a long talk? You have the protection of this ghost, are you afraid of this seriously injured body? "

Murong Qing's eyes moved slightly, and she said lightly.

"it is good!"

There was a strange look in Wang Mo's eyes. The other party made it clear that he didn't want him to go, but as the other party said, with the blood protection, he was really not afraid of the other party.

After a little thought, he nodded and agreed, and then fell down in a flash, but the bloody clothes stood naked in the air, staring at Murong Qing with fierce eyes.

"He's a cautious person. In this way, the possibility of success is even greater! Cough cough!"

Watching Wang Mo's every move, Murong Qing showed appreciation, and his brows were furrowed as if the injury in his body was affected.

hoo hoo hoo!

At the same time, Wang Mo stood in the pit below, using both hands to cast spells repeatedly, covering a huge blood-red phantom.

In the pit, stood six tall phantoms, their aura was slightly weaker than the original eight blood souls in the blood prison formation, but they were not far behind.

These are exactly the blood souls transformed by Wang Mo's blood resentment absorbed by the scattered blood prison arrays after he drained the blood soul from the bottom of the pot.

At this moment, the originally dark brown clods in the pit had turned into grayish white, and only traces of bloody resentment slowly floated out, which was no longer as strong as before.

These arrays were just sacrificed by Wang Mo using the method of blood refinement. At this time, these blood souls still had a little intention of resisting, but to Wang Mo who controlled the center of the array, it was really nothing.

After a few formulas are pointed out, it is easy to subdue it, which is many times easier than blood clothes confronting the eight blood souls in the blood prison formation.

Whoosh whoosh!

When the magic formula was played, the six fiery and dark blood glows suddenly rose and shrank, turning into six dim, but terrifying beads that fell into Wang Mo's hands.

Looking at the blood beads, the corners of Wang Mo's mouth turned up slightly. These are the rations for the evolution of the blood clothes in the future.

Of course, he won't allow the blood coat to make further breakthroughs now. With his current cultivation base, he really can't guarantee whether he can withstand the backlash of the blood coat that has broken through to the fifth level.

After tidying up the array, Wang Mo's body swelled up, and his figure swept upwards, but there was another existence waiting for him who could not be beaten, scolded, or provoked.

"You are more familiar than me here, why don't you lead the way to find a secluded place!"

Seeing Wang Mofei approaching, Murong Qing, who seemed to have never moved, glanced at him lightly and said.

"Please!"

After greeting Xue Yi, Wang Mo took a deep look at the other party. Since the other party made up his mind to communicate with him, he could only follow his will.

In purgatory, for a heavenly ghost like Xueyi who is familiar with the teleportation power, when the real fight started, he believed that he could survive better than the other party.

What's more, the opponent should not be so stupid as to really fight him here, let alone with a serious injury.

When Murong Qing heard the words, he quickly followed behind him, keeping a safe distance, so as not to misunderstand Wang Mo and do something that everyone would regret.