Retrograde fairy way

hum!

At the bottom of the silent and dark cave, there was a sudden noise. Amidst the humming and tremors, red and purple halos could be seen slowly extending out.

Although it is weird and impermanent, it has a refreshing feeling, and in this brilliance, there is a trace of musk, which makes the heart feel relaxed and comfortable.

"It's finally done!"

A slightly exhausted but joyful drink came, but there was a trace of contradictory hoarseness inside, but Murong Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead with one hand, and his beautiful eyes were full of relaxation.

In front of him, floating in the air is a black-blue medicinal cauldron full of mysterious patterns, the size of a head of flowers, birds, fish and insects. There are three small holes on the top, all of which reveal a red-purple brilliance.

"Knot!"

Meimou stared at the medicine cauldron, Murong Qing's hands suddenly moved, the gray-green glow turned into runes and sank into the medicine cauldron.

In the three holes of the medicine cauldron, the red-purple brilliance rose sharply, suddenly subsided, and Weng Ran was shocked, and three light clusters shot out, dripping and floating in the air, turning into three longan-sized red Purple panacea.

Seeing the appearance of the elixir, Murong Qing breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her jade hand lightly, a ray of light flashed, and put away all three elixir.

Then he got up, and fled to the other end of the cave in a flash.

Not long after, they came to a cave with a size of several tens of feet. Inside, there was a large formation that was constantly operating, exuding mysterious brilliance. In the middle of it, Wang Mo sat cross-legged, his upper body was half naked, revealing black and white circles. The texture looks weird and inexplicable.

Murong Qing stood not far from the formation, it seemed that she had no intention of waking Wang Mo up, her beautiful eyes flickered, she was thinking of something.

Several hours passed, and Wang Mo, who was sitting upright with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, two divine lights flashed, looked at Murong Qing, nodded slightly and said, "The fairy has been waiting for a long time!"

"It's okay, this is the Zihua panacea, whether you can handle it or not is up to you!"

Murong Qing shook his head slightly, then stretched out his jade hand lightly, on which three elixirs were wrapped in gray-green light, and flew towards Wang Mo with a wave of his hand.

Whoosh!

Holding all three elixirs in his palm, Wang Mo took a deep breath, a look of determination appeared in his eyes, then he picked up one of them and put it straight into his mouth.

Gudong!

Following the entrance of the Zihua Spirit Pill, Wang Mo's face suddenly flushed, and then a burst of blood burst out from his eyes. Although it was strange, it did not have any evil intentions.

With one hand moving around the big acupoints one after another, Weng Ran suddenly heard a faint jet-black magic mist floating behind him, making his cheeks, which were already covered with black lines, look hideous and strange.

Murong Qing, who was in the distance, showed even more nervous expression, her beautiful eyes stared at Wang Mo for a moment, for fear of missing any accident.

After the magic mist behind Wang Mo turned into a phantom shadow about the size of Zhang Xu, Wang Mo swung his right hand suddenly, and with the flash of blue-gray force, his index finger fiercely pointed towards his left chest.

There was a light puff, the unparalleled sharpness wrapped around the index finger, and went straight to the bottom of the left chest heart. This place is only an inch away from the vital point of the heart, and it is the place where Zhongdantian Zongyuan is. Wang Mo's cheeks twitched, twisted in one place, and he even made a muffled sound, with a trace of cold sweat floating on his forehead.

But in his left hand, he was holding a panacea, and when his right index finger left his left chest, he directly stuffed it into the wound.

Chi Chi!

As soon as the spirit pill touched the wound, its brilliance irradiated the bright red flesh and blood in the wound, and blood-colored silk threads sprang out, and it healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a short time, the skin with only a bright red scar was formed, and the wound that was stabbed by the index finger seemed to have never appeared.

The black lines around it seemed to be alive at this moment, and actually began to squirm, and with the scar as the center, a fist-sized black pattern was formed.

puff!

At the moment when the wound healed, Wang Mo's face suddenly turned white, and he spit out a dark red blood arrow from his mouth. Although the five sense organs were twisted together due to the severe pain, the divine light in the eyes did not restrain at all, but became more intense. Intimidating.

As for Murong Qing who was in the distance, seeing Wang Mo's situation, the worry in her beautiful eyes also became more intense.

"Humph!"

After a full cup of tea, Wang Mo suddenly tossed the last panacea upwards with a muffled groan. While waving his hands, he opened his mouth and spit out a burst of five-color brilliance. With the flickering of the aura, the Five Elements Sword suddenly flashed out. The panacea is wrapped in it.

The buzzing continued, and as the Five Elements Sword continued to rotate around the spirit pill, its volume continued to shrink, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"lead!"

The movement of his hands changed, and while he was drinking sharply in his mouth, the Five Elements Sword suddenly rolled back, and with a puff sound, it went straight into his chest and disappeared.

"Wow!"

The moment it disappeared, Wang Mo seemed to be in great pain, his hands clenched into fists suddenly, his entire facial features were twisted in one place, the veins all over his body bulged, and a cloud suddenly rose.

And the magic mist behind him churned even more at this moment, and in a trance, the lines around his body also surged at this moment, and began to converge towards the lines on his chest.

During the flickering of the light, visible to the naked eye, black light continuously poured into the pattern.

As time went by, the black lines on his left chest became more and more intense, and there was actually a glimmer of light, gradually flickering a dazzling light.

If you look carefully, you can definitely see that there are traces of purple brilliance mixed in the depths of the gloomy light, which has the feeling of swallowing the black light.

And at this moment, the magic mist behind it seemed to be alive, sensing the approaching danger, it trembled suddenly, pulling the black lines around Wang Mo's body, as if it wanted to leave his body.

As the phantom of the magic mist flickered, Wang Mo's mouth became more and more loud, as if the shaking of the lines again and again brought him severe pain.

Murong Qing, who had been watching Wang Mo all the time, saw Wang Mo suffering, but could only stare blankly, pacing back and forth from time to time, unable to do anything.

As time passed, and I don't know how long it took, Wang Mo's cries of pain finally subsided. Although he still twitched from time to time, the sweat mist emanating from his body was gone.

As his aura stabilized, the lines all over his body also suddenly emitted bursts of light, which continuously converged towards his chest. On his left chest, a pattern with a purple solid and five black phantoms flickering, like the sun, was formed. Or runes.

And in the five black phantoms, there are five brilliance of different colors. If you look closely, it is exactly the same color as the Five Elements Sword.

The phantom behind it also seems to be defeated in the end, slowly gathering behind it, blending into the black lines, following the lines, continuously blending into the purple sun pattern on its left chest.

Seeing such a scene, Murong Qing, who had been worried all the time, seemed relieved, looked at Wang Mo with complicated meanings, and then turned his head and left.

In the empty and silent cave, only the large formation was left in continuous operation, and Wang Mo still sat still with his eyes closed, and the black lines all over his body flickered from time to time, looking strange and abnormal.

......

Om!

In the center of Tianfeng Continent, the center of the gathering place of the three states, at the top of an inconspicuous mountain range, there were bursts of majestic roar.

The sound shook thousands of miles away, causing the surrounding creatures to stop their movements and look at the source of the sound.

But they are doomed to be disappointed, the source of the sound is unknown how far away, how can ordinary people be able to detect it?

As the humming sound continued, streams of light seemed to sink into the sky. As the brilliance flashed, the endless majestic aura continuously dissipated into the void.

If Wang Mo were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that the place where such turmoil occurred was astonishingly the western part of the Great Xia Empire, where the Zongmen originally belonged to the Golden Pavilion.

It was also he who got the mysterious gold leaf, the top of the mountain where the hut inherited from the Zongmen of the Tibetan Golden Pavilion is located.

However, the thatched hut on the top of the mountain has disappeared. Instead, it has been built into a vast palace, covering the entire top of the mountain. In the square inside, there is a huge altar with strange runes shining.

At this moment, there were hundreds of figures standing around, all with excited faces, looking at the cultivators in the hall with hope in their eyes.

These people are all Nascent Soul powerhouses occupying one side of the mainland. Standing here at this time, they are just watching, the dream of monks in Tianfeng Continent for countless years.

Today is the day when Continental God Transformation Major Cultivation gathers here to ascend to the spiritual realm together. People who can get news and come to watch the ceremony have extraordinary identities.

The nearest place is naturally the dozens of figures standing around the altar on the top of the mountain.

These people are all the top powerhouses in the mainland, and the ancestors of the God Transformation Realm.

In order to encourage their backs and bring hope to the cultivators of the Tianfeng Continent, these god-transformation overhauls decided to let all Nascent Soul Saints come to watch the ceremony when they ascended to the spiritual realm.

"quiet!"

Suddenly, an incomparably majestic voice slowly spread, making countless monks around them all silent, but the excited expressions on their faces couldn't be stopped no matter what.

"Fellow daoists, get ready!"

Gui Xuancang, who was extremely old, took a few steps forward, stood upright in front of the altar, and slowly swept across the roads. Although they restrained themselves strongly, they also showed excitement, and said in a deep voice.

"Please return to the old host!"

At this moment, no matter whether there is a gap or not, all the gods of transformation bowed down and bowed together, their eyes flashed brightly.

"Hehe, the old man won't refuse!"

Gui Xuancang nodded, and with a faint smile, he turned his left hand over suddenly, and six beams of light flew out together, and landed accurately in the six indentations around the altar.

hum!

A shocking sound came out, causing all the monks around to take a few steps back. The coercion emanating from the altar was really astonishing, making them feel like they were facing the Great Cultivation of Transforming Gods.

Only the dozens of Huashen Daxiu, whose faces remained unchanged, took a deep breath, their eyes flickering brightly, staring at the changes in the altar without blinking.

I saw the brilliance on the altar flickering, suddenly a piece of silver light flickered out, and then condensed into a line, followed by the waving of Gui Xuancang's arm, and suddenly flickered.

During the clanging sound, as the silver light turned into a sharp blade, in the depths of the void, he slashed suddenly, and the majestic suction force swept out, causing a howling wind to blow on the top of the mountain.

"Fellow daoists, if you don't leave now, when will you wait?"

Seeing that majestic space crack flashing, Gui Xuan's pale hair fluttered, and he suddenly stood up, taking the lead in rushing towards the space crack.