Retrograde fairy way

"Unexpectedly, in just a few hundred years, you have grown up to this day!"

The handsome Feng Wuyou, in a fluttering blue dress, looked at Wang Mo who was getting up slowly with a smile, just like old friends meeting each other, not at all as fierce as the sneak attack before.

At this time, Wang Mo's left shoulder blade was covered with a bluish-purple patch, covered with strange blue ice slags, and there were even traces of blood bubbles, which looked very strange.

The penetrating chill was no weaker than those frosty walls, which made the movement of the true essence in Wang Mo's body stagnate, and a strange chill penetrated into the meridians of the body.

"Cough cough!"

Coughing several times, suppressing the turbulent Qi and blood in his body, Wang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, his face was a little ugly and said: "I never thought that in your capacity, you would join the demon clan!"

Although this place is not a hidden place, if you want to find it accurately and enter it, you must have the correct sign.

And when the Tianlang City was traded back then, Wang Mo did not pass on the jade slips given to him by Mage Erluo to everyone. The previous retreats of the gods and the recluses could not be contacted at all. Nothing came out.

Looking at the situation of Feng Wuyou's attack before, it is obvious that he has long been hiding, otherwise he would definitely not be able to hide it from the blood-clothed ghost, and seriously injured him with such an easy sneak attack.

"Take refuge in the demon clan? Hehe!"

Feng Wuyou raised her eyebrows, shook her head slightly, her eyes flashed with arrogance, and said lightly: "Everyone just takes what they need!"

"A good one, each takes what he needs!"

Hearing his words, Wang Mo's heart was awed. At this moment, he understood that he had been going smoothly all along. Even though there were setbacks, he still underestimated these old monsters, the proud figures of the past.

With Feng Wuyou's heart, he was able to kill sisters and clans, and use each other with the demons. Such actions are already the kind of peerless hero who would rather me betray the world than the world.

"At first, I was still a little puzzled, how did you do it? After killing the cold spirit, I never imagined that you were able to sacrifice a sky ghost to the point where it is now, and even found a strange way to make it into the Nine Nether Blood Prison Formation. If you are sensible, hand over the things under its control, and for the sake of being innocent, I can let your Nascent Soul go away!"

Looking up at the blood-clothed nine ghosts who were fighting with the demon, Feng Wuyou's eyes flashed with admiration, then looked at Wang Mo, and said indifferently.

Although the words were light, the icy killing intent contained in them was not weaker than when the frost wall was full of holes before.

"Hey!"

Sensing Feng Wuyou's murderous intent, the corners of Wang Mo's mouth curled up, and he gently wiped off the blood stains from the corner of his mouth with his right hand. He looked at Feng Wuyou with mocking eyes and said lightly: "You who betray your clan, betray your family, and kill your sisters?" , can still say such words, it is really ridiculous!"

Although his heart was extremely awe-inspiring, and the injuries in his body were aching, his aura did not show any sign of weakness.

Wang Mo was not at all surprised that he knew that the guardian spirit beast was killed by himself. With the opponent's strength and cultivation base, after seeing the strength of the blood-clothed nine ghosts, if he guessed it or not, it would be a shame. people disappointed.

"Have courage, what a pity!"

A gloomy look flickered on Feng Wuyou's face, then she gave a chuckle, shook her head slightly and took a step forward, looking at Wang Mo indifferently, as if she was about to kill Wang Mo in the next moment.

"Do you think, if I let the ghost explode, how sure are you of escaping?"

Wang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his body slightly, and made a defensive posture, staring at Feng Wuyou and said.

"Hehe, do you think I can't see that this heavenly ghost is not completely in your hands?"

Hearing this, Feng Wuyou paused slightly, staring at Wang Mo with great interest, as if looking at a dying prey, and then said calmly: "If I read correctly, it should be Ye Chongyang's Lieyang Formation Forbidden , the natal restriction of killing this ghost should have existed for many years!"

Hearing his words, Wang Mo fell silent for a moment, his pupils shrank even more, and there was nothing wrong with his words.

When Wang Mo was still struggling to survive in the Demon Realm, he accidentally took back the blood-clothed ghost. If it hadn't been for his destiny to restrain the soul-rescue bell, it was still in his hands, and it was impossible to take it back.

From the blood-clothed soul, it was known that it was captured by Ye Chongyang who passed by when he was devouring the souls in the Tianyun Prefecture on the back of the Great Xia Empire.

He inadvertently seized Luo Shanyue, sneaked into the Heavenly Demon Sect to spy on Luo Chonglou's whereabouts, and brought the bloody clothes to the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Based on his cultivation, if he didn't see the specialness of the blood clothes and wanted to keep it by his side and cultivate it himself, he might have killed it with heavy hands.

It's a pity that without the soul-suppressing bell of the natal forbidden formation, even with the cultivation base of transforming gods, it is impossible to forcibly remove the prohibition in his soul, so he can only use his own power to counteract it with the restriction of Lieyang.

For so many years, Wang Mo has been trying to get rid of it, but even Feng Wuxia can't do it, and Wang Mo can't trust others, so he can only slowly let the bloody clothes disappear on its own as it is now.

Because of the existence of this hidden restriction, this is also the reason why Wang Mo didn't want to use the blood-clothed ghost to kill Ye Chongyang and other cultivators who turned into gods.

It's just that, with the special nature of the blood-clothed ghost, it is natural to hide its internal restrictions, so that Ye Chongyang can't sense it, but if he makes a full-scale attack, it will definitely arouse his vigilance, and it is unknown who will win and who will lose at that time .

But Feng Wuyou was able to see it, obviously not recently, but because Wang Mo was secretly observing the sky ghost when he was trading with Feng Wuxia in the Tianfeng Xuan Palace before he was conceived.

In just a few breaths, many thoughts flashed through Wang Mo's mind, and he thought about the ins and outs of the matter, and the facts were just as he thought.

Back then, when Feng Wuyou saw the blood-clothed ghost in Feng Wuxia's place, he took a few glances at it, and secretly even asked Feng Wuxia for it, but he sternly rejected it.

With his cultivation, the roots of the blood-clothed ghost cannot be concealed from his eyesight, but he doesn't want to grow up to the current state in just a few hundred years, which naturally makes him even more intrigued.

"Hehe, if this is your last words, I can only send you away!"

Feng Wuyou looked at Wang Mo with a smile, without any worry on her expression.

In his opinion, being able to be seriously injured but not die under his sneak attack is already a remarkable thing. Wang Mo's cultivation base is far behind him, and it is even less of a concern when he is seriously injured.

"Senior Wuxia's death, was it you who manipulated it?"

After being silent for a while, Wang Mo suddenly raised his head, looked at Feng Wuyou, and two terrifying rays of light shot out from his eyes.

Even though he has already made up his mind, this question has been lingering in Wang Mo's mind and he can't let it go.

He was a human being in two lives. In the previous life, he and his father depended on each other for life. In this life, his mother took care of him alone, but in the end he didn't get a good death. In his heart, relatives are the most important thing.

As far as he knew, Feng Wuxia and Feng Wuyou were brothers and sisters, but their ages differed by nearly a thousand years, but their aptitude was faintly above them.

Feng Wuyou's age is the same as Feng Manqing, Feng Wuxia's teacher. She was also trained as one of the candidates for the palace master, and she was also the double-break partner selected by the previous generation of palace masters.

If it wasn't for Feng Wuyou's body as a man, I am afraid that the person in charge of the current Xuan Palace must be him.

Hearing Wang Mo's words, Feng Wuyou, who was walking towards him, suddenly stopped, and when he looked up at the sky, he suddenly let out a silent sigh, from an angle that Wang Mo couldn't see, but still from the other side. In the corner of his eyes, a hint of sadness flashed faintly.

Even though it is fleeting, it can be seen clearly, which makes Wang Mo feel suspicious, but for practitioners, the longing for eternal life in his heart is enough to wipe out all human nature, which he does not know Suspect.

But...he doesn't want to be such a person!

"Hehe, don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

Looking at Wang Mo fixedly, the sadness in Feng Wuyou's eyes faded away, turned into remembrance, and turned into indifference in an instant, and suddenly swept the sky, the Shamo and Nine Ghosts in Blood Cloth who were in a stalemate, turned to look at Xiang Wangmo said with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "If you think that I will spare your life when you mention Wuxia, you are very wrong. When you plan to become an enemy of this seat, your fall is already doomed!" !"

"Hmph, who lives and who dies is still unknown!"

Wang Mo snorted coldly, squinted his eyes slightly, stepped a little, and his body suddenly retreated. When he retreated suddenly, the black blue compass on his chest had already floated up, turning into a hazy blue light, protecting his whole body.

Now that the matter has come to this point, it's useless to talk more, so I can only see the truth under my hands.

"sucker Punch!"

Shaking her head slightly, the corners of Feng Wuyou's mouth curled up to reveal a hint of sarcasm, and with a slight tap of her feet, her figure flew up.

The slender right hand suddenly raised, stretched out the index finger and tapped towards Wang Mo. With a chirping sound, a blue flame suddenly emerged, turning into a palm-sized blue flying bird, rushing towards Wang Mo .

"Heavenly Spirit Cold Flame!"

Seeing the flying blue bird, Wang Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, and without hesitation, he made a tactic with both hands, and while dancing quickly, all the tactic of Taoism and Taoism fell into the Xuanqing compass, and the brilliance suddenly rose.

Seeing that the entire Xuanqing compass trembled violently, it turned into a compass about the size of Zhang Xu, blocking it in front of him, and he himself also flew upwards obliquely, wanting to reunite with the blood-clothed nine ghosts above.

As long as he is with the Nine Ghosts, Wang Mo is confident, even if there is an existence like Feng Wuyou, it will be difficult to keep him if he tries his best.

"Hey, some insight!"

With a sneer, a cold light flashed in Feng Wuyou's eyes, and with a flick of his fingers, four more blue birds appeared in an instant, and surrounded them from one side in an instant.

It itself even flew up directly, blocking Wang Mo's way from above, obviously aware of his actions.

The cold flame of the spirit in the sky was formed by Feng Wuyou's extraordinary path, condensed with great perseverance and great wisdom.In terms of this type of supernatural power alone, in the current stage of the entire Tianfeng Continent, apart from Gui Xuancang and Ye Chongyang who can compete with it, only Feng Wuxia's Tianfeng True Flame can overwhelm it.

Chi Chi Chi!

The speed of this blue bird is obviously faster than Wang Mo's speed, and it was surrounded in an instant, and as it flew up and down, the halo formed by the Xuanqing compass was scorched and quickly melted away. .

But such a tyrannical flame did not radiate any heat, instead there was a strange chill permeating the air.

Come to think of it, the Heavenly Spiritual Cold Flame is also one of the things he can rely on to hide at the bottom of the cave.

Under the protection of the Xuanqing Compass, even if there is no danger for a while, Wang Mo's face is extremely dignified. This time, he encountered a strong man like Feng Wuyou, and the blood-clothed nine ghosts were entangled by the late-stage demons. It can be said that Wang Mo lost the most Reliance, under serious injury, was already in a life-and-death situation.