Retrograde fairy way

Rumble!

A dark crack suddenly flashed across the sky, and Weng Ran suddenly turned into a vortex amidst the shock, and a figure fell out of the inexplicable brilliance within it, and the vortex disappeared strangely.

This person seemed to be unconscious, and fell straight from the void to the ground. Just as he was about to fall to the valley below, he seemed to wake up in a fright. Suddenly, the blue and silver brilliance flickered and stopped in the void.

"This... this is Tianfeng Continent!"

This person seemed not to be awake, and shook his head vigorously before looking around, but he let out an exclamation in an instant, and his handsome and majestic face was full of shock.

If Wang Mo was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this person was Feng Wuyou, one of the cultivators who transformed into gods in the Tianfeng Continent.

"It actually came out of that secret realm!"

Feng Wuyou glanced around with a gloomy expression, took a deep breath, and suddenly frowned slightly, covering his chest as if he was hurt, then a flash of thought flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "It must be that other people He is still alive, the battle against demons is over, and it is time to prepare for going to the Muyun Spiritual Realm, but before that, we must find the person who killed the cold spirit, so as to relieve the hatred in our hearts!"

Standing in the void for quite a while, Feng Wuyou's whole body was chilled, and the silver-blue halo suddenly rose sharply, and then shrank, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

At the same time, when Feng Wuyou appeared strangely in Tianfeng Continent, dozens of strange spatial vortexes appeared in other places, from which those who entered the mysterious space of Tianyuan Palace fell out. Transformation monk.

Like Feng Wuyou, she was extremely shocked by the strange changes, but for the grand formation set up by Tian Yuanzi, who dominated the continent and even broke into the upper realm countless years ago, The secrecy and treachery in it are really not something that their cultivation can penetrate.

Wanting to know but unable to leave, a group of cultivators who transformed themselves into gods all rushed to their lair, either to heal their injuries, or to close the mountain gate, or to make preparations to go to the upper realm, each busy in different ways.

Although the Tianyuan Palace and his party suffered a lot of damage, it could even be said that their muscles and bones were broken, but the high-level spirit stones and refining materials obtained in it were unique to the outside world.

What's more, those elixirs around the fourth level are also a great resource to boost the power of the sect and even the relatives and children.

However, it is a pity that none of the cultivators who have transformed into gods have obtained materials above the fifth level.

But in Tianyuan Palace, the whereabouts of Xuan Mingkun and the ray of spirit of Mage Eluo, and the pagoda that the most powerful men would covet to snatch, has become a mystery.

......

In another illusory realm, in the secret land of the Zongmen cave where the aura of the mainland is full, in an elegant small courtyard, there are two people sitting and drinking together.

"Hehe, senior brother looks very good recently, presumably there is some progress in that matter?"

A young monk with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, wearing a simple Taoist robe embellished with silver brilliance, looked at the old man in front of him with a smile and said.

The old man was dressed in a coarse linen robe, although his beard and hair were white, but his cheeks were as rosy as a baby's, without any wrinkles.

Hearing the young man's words, the old man paused for a moment, placed the teacup on the stone table, raised his head slightly to look at the void, and said with a smile on his face: "Yes, decades ago, my ray of primordial spirit There was a message, and finally found the place where the ancestor became enlightened, but there were some accidents, counting the time, I think it should be the last thing at this time!"

"This is really the best. The ancestor has been ascending for a million years, but he did not expect to be able to pass the news to the spiritual realm. It is really an incredible supernatural power. He has done the things he explained to the old man. When the old man was happy, he passed it on. With one or two secret techniques, maybe we can also fly into the fairy world and seek the illusory avenue!"

The young monk nodded, showing a hint of emotion and hope.

"Hehe, Junior Brother is wrong. The ancestor arranged things for me, even if there is no reward, I have to do my best... huh?"

The old man shook his head slightly, looked at the young monk with a smile, and spoke earnestly, but before he finished speaking, his complexion suddenly changed, and his brows frowned slightly.

"how?"

The young man put down the teacup, raised his brows, and said unexpectedly.

He knew very well that the old man in front of him was easy to hide his emotions and anger, and this kind of situation rarely happened, obviously something big happened.

As if he didn't hear his words, the old man furrowed his brows deeply, and suddenly stretched out his left hand, moving his thumb on the pads of the four fingers one after another, and there was a faint glow on it.

After a full cup of tea, the old man withdrew his palm with an ugly face, looked at the young monk in disbelief and said, "Just now, I lost contact with that wisp of primordial spirit. Come on, never before!"

"what?"

Hearing his words, the young monk seemed taken aback. He took a deep breath, his eyes flashed brightly, and he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Could something have happened?"

"In the lower realms, no one has the ability to destroy our primordial spirit, unless it is trapped somewhere... Could it be that the old devil Erona noticed it?"

The old man frowned, his tone a little uncertain.

"Ero? If it's this demon, it's really difficult!"

There was a touch of color between the young monk's brows, and he said solemnly.

"Yeah, when we teamed up, I concealed a trace of the lower realm of my soul. I don't know why this demon went crazy. He didn't hesitate to consume the lower realm of his soul for the sake of a mere Yuanshen, adding so many variables in vain!"

The old man stood up tall, walked back and forth a few steps, his expression was not good-looking for a moment.

"Then what should we do about this matter?"

The young monk also lost his mind for a while, his brows were full of thoughts.

"It's okay, although something happened, but I can feel that the soul has not dissipated, it's just trapped somewhere, wait for me to perform the secret technique, check it out before making a decision, and you can send a message to a few senior brothers , let's discuss again!"

The old man frowned and pondered for a while, finally gritted his teeth and said,

Obviously, the secret technique in his mouth is by no means simple, and may even consume a lot, otherwise he would not show such an expression.

"Han Xing obeys!"

Hearing the words, the young monk immediately stood up, bent over and bowed his hands, then turned and left without hesitation.

Looking at the figure of the young man leaving, the expression on the old man's face changed several times, and finally turned into a gloomy color. He looked up at the starry sky and whispered: "The ancestors have ascended to the fairy world for millions of years, and they have never cared about us. For this treasure, I don’t hesitate to break the world to send news, this must be a great fairy treasure, no matter what, I must definitely..."

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At the same time, in a large city in the other side of the border, on a street with people coming and going, a young man in a black robe with a very ordinary face was walking on the street with great interest.

Looking at the expression between his brows and his brisk steps, it is obvious that he looks extremely comfortable.

From time to time, he went to the stalls on both sides of the street, leaned over to check the various goods on the stalls, picked up a few of them, and chatted with the stall owner.

I don't know what he said to the stall owner, but the stall owner snatched the goods with a displeased expression, waved his hands again and again and told him to leave.

The young man didn't get angry, he just pointed at the stall owner with a smile and laughed, seeing his beaming face, he was obviously happy to say this.

Seeing that the sale failed, the young man walked to another stall again, and was about to pick up an item on it, and bargain with the stall owner, the smile on his brows suddenly faded away, turning into a icy glow: " Um?"

Suddenly, an invisible bone-chilling chill erupted, like ghost cries and howls blowing from the Nine Nether Hell, instantly pervading the entire town.

Regardless of their level of cultivation, any living being in the town trembled, with fear in their eyes, and kneeled down involuntarily.

It's just that the chill came and went faster, and disappeared in an instant, but the fear that this chill brought to them lingered for a long time.

The young man standing in front of the booth, as if he didn't realize it, put down the things in his hands, turned his head away with a gloomy expression, and muttered to himself: "Why did you suddenly lose your perception? Could something have happened? No?"

Until the young man left, the stall owner behind the stall still didn't recover, and lay on the ground trembling, as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying.

And after a cup of tea, the street became silent, and then gradually began to move, but everyone tidied up the stalls and left in a panic.

Above the sky, there were also a few rays of light floating up and down, patrolling the sky back and forth, but in the end they disappeared.

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At the same time, in the depths of a mysterious space filled with gray mist, a huge black phantom stood motionless like a wild ancient beast.

Looking carefully, there is a blue-golden light standing in front of him, looking up at the black phantom, to be precise, looking at the outstretched arms of the black phantom, the one on the far side Golden pagoda on the palm.

The blue-golden light and shadow suddenly trembled slightly, revealing its inner situation. It was a glittering and translucent jade man with fluorescent lights.

But looking at the incomparably mysterious situation here, it is obvious that it is in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"What's the matter?"

Looking at the golden pagoda in the hands of the eight-armed demon god statue, Wang Mo's crystal-clear cheeks were full of helplessness.

Thinking about being bound by majestic coercion in the main hall of Tianyuan Palace before, he could only watch helplessly as the pagoda suppressed him for no reason.

Then, he was taken into a strange place, just like the Fengjin Five Prison Formation he once owned.

Among such treasures, with his cultivation base, there was only one way to die in the face of the formation, but he passed out in the end.

When he woke up, he was already in Langya Purgatory, but he was severely injured, so he had to find a place here to recuperate.

But in his sea of ​​consciousness, in front of the eight-armed demon god statue obtained from the demon spirit, he found the whereabouts of this pagoda.

It's just that the pagoda, which made the two extremely powerful people extremely greedy, fell into the hands of the statue of the demon god without any movement.

The faint golden brilliance emanating from it kept trembling unceasingly, as if he was extremely afraid of this statue, which made Wang Mo amazed.

"Forget it, anyway, there are not many weird things!"

Standing in front of the statue, Wang Mo thought hard for a long time, and finally came up with such a reason to comfort himself.