Retrograde fairy way

"Mmmm!"

A low, crumbling sound echoed in the empty cavern, as if rubbing against the sand and stones on the ground, a figure slowly climbed up in the white mist.

"what happened?"

Wang Mo held his forehead with one hand, and looked around with his brows tightly furrowed. His pupils shrank slightly at this glance, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "How is this possible?"

The surrounding area was filled with white mist, and there were even streams of dewy white airflow near the inside, which was obviously formed by the gathering of extremely rich spiritual energy.

Such an astonishing concentration of aura can only be seen in the top sects and even the extremely mysterious Tianyuan Palace.

What shocked Wang Mo's heart was that the towering altar inside was clearly in sight, and it was exactly where the evil array arranged by Mage Eruo was used to disrupt the rules of Tianfeng Continent.

But the original extremely strong and evil evil energy has turned into an extremely comfortable spiritual energy. This change is so great that even if he is determined, he can't help but be in a daze for a few times.

He closed his eyes and shook his head violently a few times, trying to make sure whether it was an illusion or reality.

After his mood stabilized, when he realized that this was really the situation, the corner of Wang Mo's mouth twitched, and he shook his head slightly to dispel the shock in his mind, but he was stunned for a moment, and slowly raised his palm, with horror in his eyes He looked at the palm of his face.

On the palm of his hand, along the edges of those important palm lines, there are a few extremely mysterious jet-black magic lines exuding bursts of faint light.

Then he caressed his cheek in a panic. Although he couldn't see it, he had a faint feeling that there were such magic lines on his face at this time.

Because his palms, and even his body, are bigger than usual, which is the change brought about by the demonic energy filling his body when the Heavenly Demon Yushi changes.

But now, his physical symptoms still haven't escaped from the form of Heavenly Demon Transformation, which already shows the problem.

At this time, his whole body was naked, covered with mysterious and frightening magic lines, he really looked like a demon cultivator.

Especially that height, even the knotted muscles, looks like a statue, full of fierceness.

He has a feeling that with his current physical strength and the bonus of the Heavenly Demon Transformation, it is absolutely difficult for ordinary monks in the middle stage of transformation to be a match. Although they can't be killed, the monks in the early stage of transformation are absolutely dead.

What made his complexion ugly was that when he tried to use the magic formula to put away the devilish energy filling his body, it didn't work at all.

There is only one answer that can explain such a phenomenon, and that is that the true essence in his body is no longer enough to suppress the devil energy, or is suppressed by the devil energy.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo hurriedly sank his mind and wanted to check the Nascent Soul in his dantian, but to his dismay, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't use his true essence at all, and he could only faintly feel the existence of the Nascent Soul .

"How could this be?"

With an ugly expression on his face, Wang Mo muttered to himself, standing blankly in the crypt for an unknown period of time. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said uncertainly, "Could it be because of the statue of the demon god? It has attracted so much demon energy, Cause my body to be corroded by demon energy? But what is that purple light?"

Since he woke up, he had already asked countless questions, but none of them could have an answer. His heart was extremely entangled, and he thought about it for a long time, but there was no result.

In his feeling, there was a faint chill in his back, spine and neck, which was slowly hitting his mind.

If there is nothing wrong with it, it is an extremely pure, powerful and incomparably magical energy!

The strength of this aura was even higher than that of Gui Xuancang, the strongest person he had ever seen.

Leaving aside Mage Erluo and Xuan Mingkun, Wang Mo's two avatars of the lower world dao spirit powerhouses were too different in realm to detect the true power of the two.

Seeing that the real bodies of the two are unable to descend to the lower bounds, it is obviously caused by the rules of heaven and earth in this place's Yuanyu that reject them. This kind of strong man is no longer what he can guess.

But what Wang Mo felt was that the statue of the demon god, and even the purple brilliance that wrapped it like a lock, were treasures that both of them could not touch.

You must know that the greed of Mage Eruo was so great that the pagoda in Tianyuan Palace was held in the hands of the statue of the demon god like a baby at this time, which is no longer the property of ordinary power.

In particular, every time this demon statue appears, or reveals its breath, it will cause the world to tremble.

If Wang Mo still can't see this point, then it's really a big joke.

As for the purple brilliance, Wang Mo has seen it before. It was when he was taken away by Tang Zhenye at the bottom of the prison of the Great Xia Empire. The mysterious purple light took him to recall his origin.

He has never told anyone about this memory, and even thinking about it until now, he still finds it inconceivable, especially since this world is so different from what he has learned.

Wang Mo shook his head helplessly after thinking for a long time without any results. Now he can't even use his true energy, and he can't take out the treasures in the storage ring.

"Forget it, let's see if the altar can be broken, lest the changes here affect the mainland!"

Grabbing the spirit animal bag that fell in the distance, Wang Mo's figure flickered, and he flew towards the altar inside, naked like this.

Seeing the four horned dragons shattered, leaving only the bottom of the cave where the altar existed, Wang Mo frowned slightly, and walked closer step by step. First, he grabbed a few scattered stones to test it out, and found that the altar was not there. Scattered the light curtain barrier, and then let go of my heart.

At this time, the area around the altar was already densely covered with rich aura, like a fairyland, making people dazzled and fascinated.

Wang Mo scratched his head, his eyes flashed brightly, and then he punched hard, hitting the altar.

boom!

A loud noise spread, and the air vibrated violently, the whole altar trembled, and even where Wang Mo hit with his fist, there was a sea bowl-sized, spider-like fine crack.

"It seems that it really takes some time!"

Seeing such a scene, Wang Mo's eyes flickered, and he understood that this trip can be successfully completed as long as the altar is broken.

Without thinking too much, he lowered his waist and immediately punched the altar again, like overlapping shadows and illusory lights, constantly swaying out.

Rumbling air explosions whirled continuously in the underground cave, and the surging spiritual energy overflowed and spread along the cave to the outside world.

There are no living beings, and no one has seen them. The original dark red hurricane here has long since disappeared. Although the gray clouds above the sky are still pervasive, they are already showing signs of dissipating. Perhaps it will not be long before they will return to their original state .

......

In Yuanmo Sea to the southwest of Tianfeng Continent, in a lonely island cave, Gui Xuancang slowly raised his old head, his cloudy eyes flashed brightly, his brows were furrowed, he looked northeast, and muttered Self-talk: "What the hell is this...?"

During the cultivation just now, he suddenly felt a powerful and unparalleled coercion descending in an instant. With his cultivation level, he couldn't help trembling and knelt down.

This has never happened in his tens of thousands of years of practice. With his wisdom, he really can't imagine what kind of creatures on the Tianfeng Continent can exert such coercion.

"call!"

Gui Xuancang shook his head slowly, murmured in a calm expression, "I hope there will be no more turmoil. Tianfeng Continent really can't stand much trouble. After a few more days." After ten years, this group of juniors will all leave, maybe they will be able to live a little longer!"

While shaking his head, Gui Xuancang slowly closed his eyes, and was silent in his cultivation again. From what he said, it can be seen that he cares about Tianfeng Continent, the place where he was born.

After this turmoil, although only a few of the top monks in the Tianfeng Continent fell, the death rate of the monks at the Nascent Soul level and even at the alchemy level definitely reached half.

Such an astonishing death rate has also created the current Tianfeng Continent, which has a tendency to be incomplete. If there is another turmoil, it will really make this place depressed from now on.

Just like the chaos in Tianyuan Palace more than a million years ago, the place that had the opportunity to be promoted to the Tianling Realm has now become the bottom existence in the Earth Yuan Realm.

Like Gui Xuancang, there are definitely not a few strong men who were awakened by that majestic coercion, but they were only frightened for a while, and then they lost the thought of exploring.

As far as their cultivation base is concerned, they can feel it naturally, and the person or thing that can emit this kind of breath is no longer something they can get their hands on.

For them now, the only real priority is to break through the upper realm and seek their own longevity and long-term vision. No one wants to feel uncomfortable at this juncture.

Therefore, it is surprising that these powerful men who are extremely greedy for treasures have no choice to look for them.

On the contrary, among some low-level monks, there was a trend of treasure hunting, which caused quite a disturbance, but this is another story.

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"It's finally here!"

Inexplicably, in a strange and cold place between heaven and earth, there was an icy cold voice that contained unparalleled arrogance.

It was a small mountain peak, the whole body was dark red, like a blood dragon crouching, lying there, waiting for those who didn't know to step into it.

And the place where the sound came out was at the waist of the mountain peak, from a hole as black as ink.

The biting magic wind howled out of it, and there was a soft buzzing sound, and when the magic wind swelled at the entrance of the cave, a black-clothed figure appeared at some point, with a faint black mist secretly covering its body, which made it hard to see. clear.

But standing there, it is as if it can even cause the world to change. As long as any living being gets close, it will be torn into pieces, and its soul will be wiped out.

An invisible domineering breath filled the world, and an invisible hand suddenly tore apart the clouds in the sky, revealing the endless void inside.

There is such power just by showing up. If this person makes a move, I really don't know what kind of changes will be caused.

"Soul Killer Demon Lord, you and I have been fighting for millions of years, and the treasure belongs to me after all, hahaha!"

The man in black didn't seem to be aware of the changes between the heaven and the earth. He just raised his head and looked into the distance lightly.

As soon as the voice fell, without seeing how it moved, its figure rose into the sky, turned into a streak of light, and in an instant it rushed into the void and disappeared.