Retrograde fairy way

"Wang Mo, you are too deceitful!"

Seeing that Wang Mo was unwilling to give up and wanted to kill himself, Jiang Fengqun's complexion changed, and he fled to the distance without any hesitation, and shouted in a hurry: "All disciples, listen to the order, and stop this beast as quickly as I can. This seat has a big reward!"

The voice was mixed with mana, and it spread throughout the entire Loose Cultivation Alliance resident in an instant, but when the monks looked at each other, only a few dozens of them rose into the sky, but when they saw Wang Mo who was chasing him with great momentum, But they turned around one after another and fell back into the mountains again.

In the anti-magic war that has ravaged Tianfeng Continent for more than 200 years, the scenes of low-level monks stepping forward and fighting for high-level monks are still shining in the minds of those survivors.

For the sake of Tianfeng Continent, for the continuation of the race, and for the sake of their relatives, they are willing to be cannon fodder and use themselves to consume the strength of the demon monks.

But now, the war against demons is over, which is a great opportunity for development. Even without the leader of the Loose Cultivation Alliance, their power will only shrink.

Facing this one, they already recognized the 'hob meat' that was widely rumored in the mainland, and even the great cultivators who transformed themselves into gods had a headache when they mentioned it.

You must know that after so many years of eulogizing, not only the various deeds of Wang Mo have been known by the cultivators, but also the various auxiliary things around him have also led to many speculations.

Not only the Xuanlang Qinghorn Beast who was short-lived in Yunxiao Pavilion and kidnapped its female disciple, but also the rumored bloodthirsty ghost in blood clothes, are all remarkable existences.

Rushing up to help now is tantamount to seeking death, but seeing how his lord is running away in a hurry, one can know what kind of existence this god-transforming monk known as "hob meat" really is.

Not to mention these monks from all over the mainland, even Jiang Fengqun, the cronies brought from Dongyuan Demon Sea, saw that there were not many people helping them at this time, so they had to shrink their necks and retreated.

"Humph!"

Seeing that few people came to help, Jiang Fengqun, who was fleeing, snorted angrily, and secretly felt cruel in his heart. As long as he left this time, he would definitely clean up these unknown things in the future.

While he was escaping, Wang Mo behind him was already chasing after him, and there was a tendency to get closer. Seeing this, Jiang Fengqun's eyes flashed with anxiety. Gritting his teeth, he made a tactic with one hand, and suddenly moved forward click to go.

There was only a sound of Weng Ran's shock, and when the magic formula passed, ripples suddenly flashed in the void in front of him, and Jiang Feng group crashed into it and disappeared.

Wang Mo, who followed closely behind, raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a playful smile, stepped into it without even thinking about it, and launched a space chase directly in disregard of the fragile space power of Tianfeng Continent.

Seeing the disappearance of the two majestic figures exuding an intimidating aura, all the monks breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt deeply worried.

It is impossible to say that they are not afraid of Jiang Fengqun's punishment in the future, but the current situation is better than dying as cannon fodder.

No matter what, everyone will look at the present first, and will not estimate the future.

But in their hearts, they were more praying, hoping that Jiang Fengqun would die under Wang Mo's hands. After all, Wang Mo came in a fierce manner, and the conflict between the two must be a life-and-death struggle.

......

"Ha ha!"

In a courtyard of a cave in the depths of the Xuan Palace, there were more than a dozen shadowy figures sitting there, laughing and laughing.

The crisp and hearty laughter, the handsome and young faces, and the faint fragrance all showed their vitality.

"Unexpectedly, Brother Wang was in such an embarrassment back then!"

Yue Honglie, who was tall and handsome, laughed and shook his head. He drank a glass of amber spirit wine on his back, looked at Wang Mo and joked.

"It's a long time ago!"

The corner of Wang Mo's mouth twitched, and he shook his head helplessly. He comforted the jade eagle in his arms, who kept asking for wine, and turned into a little girl. In his hands, he held the golden eyes full of helpless Lei Peng.

Back then when he was in Xia Jing, he was entangled by Xia Qiongya, who mistakenly thought that he had a sexual orientation.

These two little guys came all the way from the Gulong Mountains.

Since both of them are fourth-order monsters, and they are also gifted with flying supernatural powers, there is no problem in traversing the current Tianfeng Prefecture.

Beside her, Yang Shan'er covered her mouth and smiled lightly, there was even a flash of crystal in the corner of her eyes, obviously she was smiling.

Fu Honglian, Han Yan, Bi Yunxin, Sang Ying, Feng Yingying and the others were all like this, all laughing and trembling, very lively.

The few people present here are all Wang Mo's few friends who have been able to chat with him over the years.

On the other side, Xia Qiongya, who was sitting with Wu Yunji, sipped a glass of spiritual wine with a faint smile on her face, and gave Wang Mo a provocative look in her eyes, as if saying, what can you do to me? mean.

Beside Yue Honglie, Feng Yanxuan sat with a slightly nervous expression. All the people present here are friends of Wang Mo. He is an elder of the Xuan Palace, but his status is too different from Wang Mo's, but for the sake of the person in his heart, Naturally, I had to come here with apprehension.

But those who stood by were two men and a woman, three young men, it was the two named disciples Han Luoyun and Han Luoyu accepted by Wang Mo many years ago when the beast tide broke out, and in the end it was the Yang Zhong.

"Don't talk about me. In Xia Jing back then, no one knew that Brother Qiong Ya was a famous beauty. I don't know how many young men and women were fascinated to death!"

Seeing the smirk in Xia Qiongya's eyes, Wang Mo was not to be outdone, and unceremoniously told the events of the year. Seeing that everyone's eyes were attracted, they raised their voices, and regardless of Xia Qiongya's flustered expression, he raised his head and smiled and said: "You know, brother Qiong Ya's fame was widely spread to Xia Jing!"

"Ha ha!"

"Giggle!"

As soon as the sound fell, everyone laughed heartily again, as if they had forgotten all their worries.

Wu Yunji grabbed Xia Qiongya's ear with one hand, pulled her closer, and whispered to her ear.

Although his words are light, but the people present here are all people with high cultivation, how can they not hear clearly?Suddenly, there was another burst of laughter.

At this moment, Wang Mo seemed to feel that he had returned to his previous life in a trance, where the whole family sat together happily, joking and talking to each other without restraint.

He didn't deliberately use his cultivation to remove the strength in the wine, and he didn't know how many cups he had drunk, and there was already a bit of trance in his dark eyes.

Although there are still a few pitch-black lines on its face, but they have already retreated to the lower jaw. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it. Most of its figure has recovered, and it is no longer as strong as it was before.

Yang Shan'er snuggled up beside her with a sweet smile, raised her head, and looked along her cheek from below, her beautiful eyes were full of nostalgia and bewilderment, but more of it was the pain of reluctance.

Because she knew that this time of reunion, it might be difficult for them to meet again in this life.

Although she was born in a mountain village and was lonely since she was a child, she was very clever, she never cried or entangled, and she didn't want to be a burden to her sweetheart.

No matter how unwilling she is, she will not do things that make her sweetheart unhappy. She is such a woman who would rather swallow the bitter fruit of loneliness by herself than to guard her life.

I just want to look at him for a while before leaving, even if I just stare at him one more time, I am satisfied.

At this moment, even though they were laughing and laughing, there was always a trace of parting melancholy between their brows, gradually welling up in their hearts, which made this banquet a little more lonely.

"Hey!"

I don't know who it was, let out a sigh, and when the wine glass was swallowed suddenly, everyone was stunned, and they all looked at the source of the sound.

"Ha...sorry!"

Feng Yanxuan was taken aback for a moment, and then scratched his head in embarrassment. It is unbelievable for a saint like him to make such a move.

But among the people here, except for the three juniors, who is not the Nascent Soul Saint? He just saw his sweetheart, and there is no place for him in his eyes. .

"Ha ha!"

Seeing this situation, Wang Mo shook his head slightly, raised his wine glass, made a gesture at him, and drank it all in one gulp.

As the grand elder of Xuangong, Feng Yanxuan didn't dare to refuse, and hurriedly drank it down as well, but thinking of Wang Mo's look, there was a hint of embarrassment.

Everyone also smiled in good faith. Although they didn't know much, they also knew that this rising star of the Xuan Palace had a heart for dealing with Honglian.

But no matter what, Lang has intentions, but concubine has no intentions.

As time passed, everyone all agreed by coincidence. They didn't use their cultivation to melt away the alcohol, and they became drunk. Finally, they each threw themselves on the seats and knocked over the cups in front of them.

Amidst the jingling, none of them had a clear consciousness. Even though all of them were not weak in cultivation, the Qingyang Lie produced by Wang Mo was also a first-class spiritual wine, so it was easy to get drunk.

"Hey!"

Even Wang Mo, a powerhouse whose physical body reached the fifth level, was a little drunk after being drunk by so many glasses of wine, let alone others.

"my way......"

Looking down at the person lying in his arms, full of strange fragrance, Wang Mo spoke softly, brushing his cheek with one hand, and even he himself didn't know what he said while raving.

Yang Shan'er, this woman who came out of the mountains, even when she was parting from life and death, she still thought of him.

Even if it is a stubborn stone, it will affect his heart. Wang Mo is also a person of flesh and blood, so how can he not understand the meaning?

But who can understand his heart, the heaviness in his heart?

hum!

Just as he bowed his head in thought, the brilliance in the cave flashed past, and suddenly stepped into one of them was a beautiful figure in a plain white dress, it was Murong Qing.

"time to go!"

Looking past the drunken crowd, Murong Qing looked at Wang Mo, sighed lightly, and said flatly.

"Ok!"

Nodding, Wang Mo held Yang Shan'er in his arms, posed for her in a comfortable position, and slowly stood up.

His gaze passed over Yuying and Lei Peng, and over the crowd, and finally turned into a look of determination, and he and Murong Qing both stepped out of the cave, and they were nowhere to be seen.

I don't know how long it took, there was another sigh in the cave, and a slow rubbing sound, and everyone who was intoxicated got up together, looking at Wang Mo's seat, shaking their heads full of sighs.

Maybe Wang Mo found out that they were not drunk, or maybe he didn't want to point it out, and he didn't want to bear the sadness of parting.

Only Yu Ying, whose pink cheeks were full of spirit wine juice, breathed in from time to time, and Yang Shan'er, who was lying on her back on the seat, her shoulders twitched from time to time, seemed to be silently expressing the sadness of parting.