Retrograde fairy way

Without hesitation, the middle-aged strong man pointed at the mace, and suddenly swung a magical spell, trying to force the huge figure that was rushing back, so that he could retreat.

But what made his heart chill was that those figures had no intention of forcing them back. They waved their huge arms together, emitting bursts of evil cold blood, and shattered that magical power directly. Come on.

"Fight!"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, a fierce look flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. After all, he was a perennial looter. Seeing that the situation was not good, his moves were desperate.

But he underestimated the power of the nine ghosts, and even overestimated his own means. The moment the nine ghosts appeared, his death was already decided.

"Escape!"

Those cultivators who were besieging Wang Mo and Yun Qingfeng noticed the change in the sky, someone called out, immediately gathered the treasures without hesitation, and one after another took advantage of the light to scatter and flee.

But except for a dozen people who had seen the opportunity early and a few cultivators who transformed into spirits, the rest were all trapped in the blood flame package. Xue Yan, those people who were nothing more than Nascent Soul Dzogchen, howled miserably when touched, and turned into fly ash after only a few breaths.

Seeing this, the cultivators at the early stage of transforming gods were even more desperate, attacking the blood flame light curtain desperately, trying to escape from it.

But this blood flame light curtain is not only issued by the blood clothes itself, but also the siege power of the Jiuyou Blood Prison Formation itself. Not to mention them, even the monks in the late stage of transforming gods have to do their best to get a trace of it. The opportunity burst open.

What's more, the current Nine Ghosts have advanced to the middle stage of the fifth stage, even if they are facing the Great Perfection of Huashen, they will feel trembling from the bottom of their hearts.

As for Wang Mo and Yun Qingfeng, they would not admit that they were attacking the formation, and without any hesitation, they unfolded their respective treasures, and attacked several cultivators who transformed themselves together.

Wang Mo single-handedly tapped a cyan sword in the air, bursting out bursts of green mist, which suddenly turned into light blades several feet in size, and then turned into dozens of swords in a flash, all attacking several cultivators who transformed themselves into gods.

This sword is what he got from those mine tyrants back then. It is a treasure of his own life. Unless it is in a crisis, he will rarely use it.

And the jade-colored treasure mountain in Yun Qingfeng's hand, with a wave of his hand, roared continuously, and there appeared a variety of bitter winds, each of which was not weaker than the power of the fifth-order magic, and its level was definitely not low.

"what!"

After the cup of tea was over, there was a scream suddenly, and the light and shadow flickered, but I saw that the middle-aged strong man had already been penetrated by the bloody dantian, and he was grabbing his Nascent Soul and stuffing it into the mouth, his face was full of bloodlust. , making it a bit hideous.

As soon as this person died, the nine ghosts immediately freed their hands, all turned their killing intent, and rushed towards the few cultivators who were resisting the two.

"Forgive me..."

Seeing this, a cultivator who transformed himself into a god begged for mercy loudly.

But what answered him was the nine ghosts' bloodthirsty howls of excitement, which made these people even more desperate. One of them even made a fist with both hands, his face was full of madness, and his whole body suddenly swelled up.

Judging from the situation, it is obvious that he wants to injure the enemy by self-destructing!

Whoosh!

A glaring blood light flashed, and the bulging figure was like a deflated ball, and it returned to its original appearance again, and the look in his eyes dimmed even more.

But seeing the boy transformed into blood clothes, his expression was indifferent, and the blood in his eyes recalled a ray of blood that fell on his hand, which was exactly one of his nails.

In the Great Formation of the Nine Nether Blood Prison, these cultivators were already suppressed, and their cultivation base was weaker than that of the blood clothes. What's more, their reaction would be sluggish when they blew themselves up, so they fell into the blood clothes right away.

Not long after, several cultivators who transformed themselves into spirits were devoured by the nine ghosts. After swallowing out more than a dozen treasures and rings of various colors, they got into Wang Mo's right little finger, and the refining process resumed.

"It's not fun! Why did you call those nine brats out so quickly?"

Yun Qingfeng kicked the sand under his feet unhappily, and pouted angrily.

"Nine brats?"

Wang Mo raised his brows, feeling dizzy, and didn't reply.

Because after getting along for so long, he already understood that if he replied with one sentence, Yun Qingfeng would definitely reply with two, or even three or ten sentences to refute.

"Hmph! Go quickly, find out those guys who escaped, remember not to release the brats so quickly next time, or your share will be deducted!"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yun Qingfeng snorted angrily, raised his small fist, and walked ahead on his own.

Wang Mo shook his head helplessly, and followed up with a sway, but he secretly asked himself that he didn't know whether it was right or wrong when he agreed to the other party.

In the restaurant that day, the two bargained and negotiated, or it could be said that Yun Qingfeng had been haggling, but Wang Mo never agreed to it from the beginning to the end, and Yun Qingfeng was rude and nonsense.

But in the end, Wang Mo agreed only after Yun Qingfeng proposed to only rob those bandits who wantonly robbed monks and even towns in this area.

As for how to distinguish these bandits, Wang Mo raised objections, after all, he didn't want to kill indiscriminately.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this remark came out, it immediately caused Yun Qingfeng's white eyes and contempt. He said that as long as he revealed a little wealth, these bandit monks would naturally pounce on him like mosquitoes seeing blood.

Obviously, Yun Qingfeng didn't come up with this idea in a day or two, but after careful consideration.

And Wang Mo agreed to cooperate with the other party, naturally he had his own considerations, and he had to rely on the other party's familiarity with this place to find a powerful natal magic weapon.

To this request, Yun Qingfeng naturally agreed, and this journey is to take Wang Mo to the most famous trading center in this area.

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boom!

A loud noise crossed the mountain range, causing countless low-level monsters to scream and run. From a distance, it seemed that a mountain had collapsed.

"Hmph, you are so courageous, you are only at the early stage of becoming a god, and you dare to chase and kill my disciple Wu Qiantu, today is your death day!"

I saw a middle-aged strong man with a burly figure and hanging eyebrows. He was wearing a purple gold robe, which looked extremely noble, but it looked a bit nondescript when worn on this bandit-like person.

Behind him, two tall and thin monks looked at Wang Mo and Wang Mo with horror on their faces. The damage and pale faces on their bodies were particularly obvious, and they obviously suffered a lot.

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? Don't you kill too few people?"

Standing in the distance, Yun Qingfeng, who was slightly embarrassed, stared back without fear.

"God Transformation Dzogchen?"

Beside him, Wang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the coercion from the other party.

With the power of his twin infants transforming into gods, the power of primordial spirit and consciousness under the blessing is no weaker than that of ordinary monks in the late stage of transforming into gods. For those who can bring him such pressure, there is no other dream in this realm except the great perfection of transforming into gods. .

Along the way, Yun Qingfeng and Wang Mo have shown a little financial power in major cities and towns, and it is not the first time that they have attracted people with bad intentions to come to their door.

But it was the first time to face the cultivators of Huashen Dzogchen, but the two of them had only chased and killed the few fleeing cultivators of Huashen so far.

"Master, be careful. That green-clothed scholar has nine fifth-level ghost pets, and he can form a large formation. It's extremely powerful. Most of my brothers and I were lost in his hands. If it wasn't for this, the two of them must not be us." opponent!"

A thin and tall man pointed at Wang Modao with a little dodge in his eyes. Judging from his fear of Wang Mo, it was obvious that he had been terrified before.

"Nine-headed fifth-order ghost pet?"

Hearing this, Wu Qiantu's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Wang Mo with the same arrogance as before, but there was already a trace of deep meaning: "If the old man's guess is right, the two of you should be together during this period of time. Inside, is there a raging blue wind and two evil spirits?"

"Hmph, it's this...my young master, if you are sensible, hand over the treasure obediently, and spare your lives!"

Yun Qingfeng raised his fair chin, and said bluntly.

Wang Mo shook his head slightly, sighing secretly that he was going to suffer, the blood flame flickered slightly in his hand.

"court death!"

Wu Qiantu originally wanted to test the other party's details, but he had a tyrannical personality, and he couldn't bear to hear these words. He yelled loudly, and opened his mouth to spit out a ball of black hills.

Make a tactic with both hands, suddenly reach out with one hand, put the two fingers together, and move forward a little.

There was a loud noise from the small mountain, and it turned into a huge boulder tens of feet in size, smashing down on Wang Mo and the two of them.

The momentum of this treasure is extremely frightening, and the coercion it exudes alone is enough to make ordinary cultivators of transforming spirits terrified.

Under the slightly excited gaze of the two cultivators who transformed spirits, they seemed to have foreseen the fate of Wang Mo and Wang Mo who were seriously injured and fled.

They never thought that they could kill both Wang Mo with one blow. After all, they had seen the nine ghost pets in Wang Mo's hands before, so it was so easy to kill them.

"Release the brat!"

Yun Qingfeng's complexion was slightly pale, and as he gritted his teeth, when the giant mountain came down, he ignored Wang Mo's figure pulling him back quickly, flipped his wrist, and actually drove the light to meet him upwards.

Even in an instant, with words in his mouth, he shook his hands and threw out an inconspicuous light blue talisman that only exuded a faint precious light.

Just as Wu Qiantu was confidently watching his blow, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Seal the spirit talisman!"

In horror, he waved his hands, wanting to change the formula and take back the treasure, but it was already too late.

hum!

A faint Weng Ran sounded across, and under Wang Mo's slightly shocked gaze, the gigantic mountain, which was originally astonishing, only trembled a few times at the moment when the talisman came to him, then shrank its body and transformed Made it the size of a fist.

At the same time, Wu Qiantu's face was even more ugly, his aura suddenly dropped by several chips, and without thinking about it, he swiped between Xiaoshan and himself with one hand.

Seeing such a scene, Wang Mo was very familiar with it. It was the magic formula to cut off the connection between his own treasures, and without thinking about it, he commanded the bloody clothes to pounce on it.

"Jie Jie!"

A piercing strange laughter sounded, and suddenly the flames of blood rose wildly, turning into a monstrous ghost face, biting towards Wu Qiantu.

Seeing this, the two cultivators turned pale, and without any hesitation, they controlled the escape light and wanted to escape.

But after chasing all the way, Wang Mo, who had a plan to kill his mouth, naturally wouldn't let him leave like this, and rushed towards the two with his body stretched. With his current strength, even if he was a late-stage monk, he might not be an opponent. Unless it is the Great Perfection of Transformation God like this Wu Qiantu, the two are naturally not rivals.

At the same time, Yun Qingfeng, a seemingly harmless cultivator at the early stage of transforming gods, was interfering, so there was no chance for the two of them to escape.