Retrograde fairy way

Fortunately, at this time, the troll's mind was all on the corpses on the ground, and he did not attack them, otherwise, if his mind was distracted, damage would inevitably occur.

However, Wang Mo's behavior still caused the monks to look extremely ugly. Huo Mingge, who had always disliked Wang Mo, even yelled: "Wang Mo, you bastard!"

Regarding this, Wang Mo didn't seem to notice it, and under the gaze of the cultivators whose complexions were getting darker and darker, he still took care of collecting the corpses on the ground.

These things are useless to him, but to He Qingpi in Bloody Clothes, they are a rare and great tonic.

"Don't waste it, don't waste it, we are family members now, Xiaohong and Qingpi are two big eaters, if we waste it, we will have to eat poor ourselves!"

Although I ignored the strange eyes of all the cultivators, Wang Mo's cheeks were a little arrogant, and he muttered reasons that he could let himself say in the past, his figure swayed vaguely, and he kept arguing with the troll Grab the corpses on the ground.

This scene fell in Xuan Mingkun's eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, but there was a strange look in his eyes, and he took a deep look at Wang Mo.

Wang Mo, who was "concentrating on" collecting the corpse, trembled slightly, and continued to move his hands as if nothing had happened, without any intention of helping.

Seeing how much he was shouting and cursing, Wang Mo didn't even intend to stop. Huo Mingge seemed bored, and angrily swung the sledgehammer, venting all his anger on the crippled troll in front of him.

Boom!

Suddenly, a crackling sound passed by, and several huge figures jumped into the hall and rushed towards the cultivators.

At the same time, a blue shadow missed him in an instant, only to see that it was Wang Mo who had captured the corpse of the troll outside the battle circle before, and had already flown close to the gate of the palace, shaking his hands and throwing out several Guanghua.

Amidst Weng Ran's shock, several solid light curtains of different colors have already been formed, and the gate of the palace has been sealed again.

Seeing such a scene, all the cultivators restrained their complaints a little. Although they were still somewhat dissatisfied with Wang Mo's behavior, it was not like before that they intentionally or unintentionally caused some trouble for him.

Don't look at them playing happily, but after such a long time of fighting, their pockets are already shy, and all the defensive treasures and even elixir have been used up, and they are already empty.

Even, during the previous resistance, it was Xuan Mingkun who occupied Zhuge Zhaohua's body.

But now, Wang Mo's self-conscious dedication of treasures is naturally the best.

As time passed, wave after wave of trolls were brought into the hall to be besieged by the cultivators, and Wang Mo had been using defensive talismans to resist the entry of trolls from outside.

When the fourth wave of trolls entered and the corpses on the ground had been taken away by Wang Mo, he spit out a green light from his mouth, and joined the battle circle with a vertical figure.

puff!

With a slash of the halberd, the Cangming halberd in Wang Mo's hand flashed with blue-gold arcs, and the damage to these monsters was no weaker than those of the mid-stage cultivators.

In the gap between attacking the troll, Wang Mo glanced over the cultivators secretly, secretly observing their situation. Although the cultivators couldn't be said to be exhausted at this time, they were exhausted.

This is not the exhaustion of the mana in the body, but the uninterrupted swallowing of the elixir, without the familiar vitality entering the body, turning into mana, filling the meridians, which will inevitably cause discomfort.

What's more, they have been fighting like this for a long time, which is also a big test for the minds of all the Huashen.

When his eyes touched the strange old man among the cultivators, his face remained silent, and he muttered to himself: "Who is this person? Why is he wearing Zhuge Zhaohua's clothes?"

Long ago, he had observed the situation of all the cultivators, but he was the only one who had doubts about the identity of this old man.

Suddenly, just as he was looking at the old man secretly, the old man suddenly turned his head intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at him indistinctly, showed him a face of consumption, then turned his head and continued to direct a group of people. With a pen-shaped treasure with a huge handle, a troll that was killed kept retreating and neighing.

Seeing the old man's gaze, Wang Mo felt his heart tremble, and there seemed to be a sting in his eyes, and he hurriedly turned his head and stopped looking at him.

With his current cultivation, Wang Mo was shocked that the other party gave him such a feeling.

If he hadn't experienced the shock brought by the mysterious gold leaf, he might be in danger of losing his mind at this time.

Seeing Wang Mo's help, when the monks were hesitant, they couldn't help muttering, judging from the previous situation, Wang Mo didn't seem like a generous person.

"Hmph, shameless thing!"

Huo Mingge snorted coldly and said in disdain.

When everyone heard the words, they couldn't help showing a hint of understanding, obviously thinking that Wang Mo saw that there was no profit for him, so he didn't want to waste the extremely precious defensive talismans to resist the trolls outside.

"Wang Xiaoyou, but there are no defensive treasures?"

Gui Xuancang is still in that old form, and even after such a long battle, he has not shown the slightest bit of fatigue.

At this moment, if it is really necessary to talk about it, Gui Xuancang can be said to be the strongest person in the field.

Its real monster body, as well as its cultivation base, have extremely strong staying power.

Even Mage Eruo and Xuan Mingkun, even though they have countless mysterious spells, their own conditions have already limited their performance after such a long battle.

It's just a doppelgänger, and it's naturally stronger than Wugui Xuancang's main body.

"When I was outside, I used a lot!"

Hearing this, Wang Mo shrugged helplessly and said with a wry smile.

What he said is true, the defensive talisman seals he prepared alone are only a dozen or so, but whether there are any is another matter.

When everyone heard this, their faces were slightly relaxed, but the corners of their mouths twitched.

Wang Mo used defensive talismans before, but they were all fifth-order talismans of not low rank. Even if they were such treasures, there were not many of them.

But seeing that he used more than a dozen of them in a row, he still didn't show any distress, and he also used a lot of them outside, which is really more popular than others.

Although the depression in their hearts was relieved a little bit, Wang Mo's worth made them feel as uncomfortable as if they were blocked by a boulder again.

I didn't understand it in the battle before, but now I heard it, and after thinking about it for a while, I understood it.

No matter how rich Wang Mo himself is, he might not be able to come up with more defensive treasures. If there are any, it would be too unacceptable.

For a while, while the cultivators were killing the trolls in the hall, they couldn't help but pay attention to how many were left outside.

Checking the aura of the trolls outside, they couldn't help but make their hearts sink. There are at least a dozen trolls.

With such a large number, it seems that they are not much different from other cultivators, but if they rush in all at once, in their current state, they may be lost by nearly half.

What a frightening number this is. You must know that in the battle against demons, none of them lost nearly half of them. It was just Feng Wuxia who fell with two cultivators who transformed themselves into gods.

"Hehe, it doesn't matter, this little friend seems to be a good-natured person. I still have a few fifth-level defense treasures here, so I can resist them again!"

Seeming to see everyone's worry, Xuan Mingkun smiled lightly, pointed at the golden writing brush casually, pierced the troll's head, and said with a smile.

When everyone heard this, their faces became a little more relaxed, and they all gave Xuan Mingkun a vague sense of gratitude.

"I'm afraid a few pieces won't help, I have a few here, enough!"

As soon as his words fell, Mage Erluo, who was commanding a treasure of claws, also raised his chin, and gave Xuan Mingkun a nonchalant glance.

"That's the best, as long as all these monsters are killed, we can leave safely!"

Hearing what the two said, everyone had different expressions on their faces, Gui Xuancang said calmly while pointing at the Jiaolong Staff.

Wang Mo, who was fighting next to a troll, glanced at Mage Eruo and Xuan Mingkun in a vague way, and a thoughtful look flashed across his eyes. With his eyesight, he could already see a trace of the relationship between the two. signs.

While his figure was shaking, he suddenly rushed forward, holding the Cangming Halberd in both hands, and spun fiercely in the air, turning into a flash of light, piercing the head of a troll with a bang.

With a loud bang, he kicked a blast of air in the void, and Wang Mo spun around in an instant, and without hesitation, he waved a flash of light, captured the troll who had fallen to the ground, and put it in the ring among.

Even the trolls that Xuan Mingkun had killed before were not left behind and put away.

He has never had the habit of wasting!

Sensing Wang Mo's actions, all the cultivators turned their faces away. Although they didn't glared at each other as before, they labeled Wang Mo as a 'cheaper'.

And this kind of people are usually very stingy villains.

Wang Mo doesn't care about what outsiders think, and has nothing to do with each other. Why should he be affected by other people's emotions?

What's more, the friendship with this group of cultivators who have turned into gods is really not very good, and it can even be described as bad.

Seeing a wave of trolls being exterminated, everyone's eyes could not help but fall on Mage Eluo and Xuan Mingkun. At this time, there were only a crowd present, and only the two of them were left with defensive talismans to resist the monsters.

Seeing the eyes of the crowd, Xuan Mingkun showed a warm smile, put on his robe, and then fell towards the front of the main hall with a slight sway.

Shaking his hands, several streaks of brilliance were thrown out, all falling on the left, right and upper three directions of the palace gate.

The trolls outside were still roaring and beating the gradually fading light curtain. The cultivators hurriedly took advantage of this hard-won gap and took out all kinds of elixir to recover.

Even Mage Eluo and Xuan Mingkun are the same, don't look at their relaxed performance, they are just trying to put pressure on each other.

From the moment the two met, they began to fight openly and secretly, and now they are just cooperating temporarily as a last resort.

Wang Mo flipped his wrist, took out a panacea and swallowed it into his stomach, his eyes dimly glanced at the panacea taken by the cultivators, and when he saw it clearly, his eyes flashed, and he secretly had a plan in his heart.

I saw the spirit pills in the hands of a group of cultivators who transformed themselves into spirits. Even Ye Chongyang, a late stage master of transforming spirits, only produced treasures with a slight aura of fifth-order spirit pills, and the rest can be imagined.

On the Tianfeng Continent, there are very few things that can threaten their existence.

For so many years, many treasures have survived, just because there is no threat to life. Although there are backups for various healing elixir, they are not as many as various elixir for improving cultivation.

At this moment, among them, some of them even used Tier [-] healing ammunition, the embarrassment can be imagined.