Retrograde fairy way

"Hey, even though there is only a trace of ghost essence left in this seat, how can it be hurt by a small sixth-order Zhiyang treasure?"

The ghost, who was always afraid of the Chunyang Pearl, smiled sinisterly, and with a wave of his hand, the black mist surged and wrapped around the Chunyang Pearl.

Chi Chi!

As soon as the two came into contact, there was a tooth-piercing sound, accompanied by gusts of gloomy cold wind, and the dazzling brilliance on the entire Pure Yang Pearl disappeared in an instant.

But the black mist around the ghost has also subsided a lot, and the aura in his body shows signs of sluggishness. Obviously, it is not as it said, and it has no scruples about this sun treasure.

"not good!"

Wang Mo's heart was pounding, and he noticed in his mind that as the blood clothes swallowed up the pure ghost energy, it became stronger and stronger, and the power of resistance became more and more obvious.

If this goes on for a long time, the bloody clothes will swallow enough pure ghost energy, and it will inevitably backfire after breaking through.

Roar!

The altar shrouded in flames, the black ghost mist that emerged seemed endless, continuously pouring into the blood-clothed body.

At this time, the ghost's real body appeared in the bloody clothes, and the dark red blood glow shot out, constantly absorbing the ghost fog, and the aura in his body rose suddenly, and the eyes that swept Wang Mo from time to time also implied killing intent.

Above its head, the ever-flickering golden brilliance restraint has been gradually suppressed under the erosion of black mist and blood flames.

Once this restriction is fully suppressed, it is time for it to devour Wang Mo, knowing in its instinct that as long as it devours Wang Mo, it will be free from now on.

"Jie Jie, wait to die. After this heavenly ghost breaks through and swallows you, it will be time for me to collect it. I didn't expect that after sleeping for so long, I would send a heavenly ghost to let me take your soul. It's really wonderful." Word!"

While refining the pure yang pearl, the ghost showed a hint of surprise in its eyes.

"Fight!"

Seeing that things were inevitable, no matter how Wang Mo used the magic formula, Xue Yi didn't listen to the call at all, gritted his teeth, and pressed the formula with one hand.

Om!

There was only a loud noise, tremors came from the void, golden light radiated everywhere, and a five-story golden pagoda the size of a palm suddenly appeared in Wang Mo's palm.

"How is it possible? This is... this is the Jieling Immortal Treasure!"

As soon as the ghost refined the pure yang beads into slag, when he saw the Zhenyuan Pagoda appearing, his complexion changed drastically, and he stammered a bit.

"Zhenyuan Tower, open!"

Wang Mo gritted his teeth tightly, his cheeks were tense, his eyes were bloodshot, and three mouthfuls of blood suddenly spewed out, his hands swiftly made dots, and suddenly turned into dozens of wonderful runes and fell into the Zhenyuan Pagoda.

hum!

Under the terrified eyes of the ghost and the bloody clothes, the Zhenyuan Pagoda suddenly burst into golden light, and instantly swelled to several feet in size. A strange vortex flashed below it amidst the buzzing sound.

There was no violent absorbing power, and no hurricane appeared. The bloody clothes and ghosts standing below all assumed a defensive posture.

The blood flames and the black mist rose wildly, but they all threw themselves into the vortex again and again.

"Roar!"

The blood-clothed ghost didn't care about absorbing the ghost energy. When it realized that it couldn't resist the vortex absorption, it immediately summoned eight blood demon souls, and suddenly rose to resist.

And the ghost occupying Li Bamin's body changed even more horribly. It was just a wisp of ghost essence, how could it withstand the absorption of Zhenyuan Pagoda, the tribulation spirit treasure.

"No!"

After persisting for more than ten breaths, the ghost turned into a wisp of black mist and threw itself into it without even the strength to resist it.

But Li Bamin's body was limp on the ground, and a stream of bright and dark air rose along with it, sinking into the vortex.

Strangely, as the ghost and the air flow left, Li Bamin's body gradually underwent an inexplicable change.

As time passed, Xue Yi sacrificed the eight blood demon souls, but only lasted for a cup of tea before disappearing into the vortex.

In addition, the huge altar below also shot up into the sky, and all of them were shattered in the rumble, and all the endless black ghost energy inside it also disappeared into the vortex and disappeared.

As the Zhenyuan Pagoda absorbed the two, the golden light all over his body suddenly shrank, turned down and turned into the size of his body, and disappeared straight into Wang Mo's palm.

With a plop, Wang Mo staggered to the end, panting heavily, his complexion was extremely pale, and his breath was extremely chaotic.

Flipping his wrist, he forced himself to take out a few bottles of elixirs and swallowed them. His complexion didn't change much, but it finally allowed him to recover a little bit of strength.

"This time it's really... an indiscriminate disaster!"

Wang Mo's cheeks twitched, his gaze fell on the corpse in the distance, he put it away with a slight sigh, and then took a photo of Li Bamin, who was still faintly breathing, and then walked away on the way he came. .

......

"This... this is the Yinling Mountain Ghost!"

In the space of Zhenyuan Pagoda, in the main hall of Tianyuan Palace, Xuan Mingkun, who was trapped, pointed at the phantom formed by the black mist that suddenly appeared from the vortex with a sudden change of expression.

Not far away, Mage Erlo also came forward in a dodge, his illusory body's eyes suddenly lit up, and he kept scanning the black shadow.

This black shadow is nothing else, it is the ghost in the cave before, but it is obvious that it has not regained consciousness.

Whoops!

Just as the two were sizing up and down around the Yinshan spirit ghost, a ball of blood flame suddenly poured into the vortex above, wrapped in a ball of extremely pure ghost energy, and plunged into the hall.

"This...is this kid Wang Mo's heavenly ghost?"

Seeing the bloody clothes crazily devouring ghost energy, Mage Eruo exclaimed.

Under such circumstances, based on the knowledge of the two, it is natural to guess that there must be a lot of changes in the outside world, otherwise the two ghosts will never be allowed to enter this place.

"Quick, stop it, if the ghost advances today, we will all be swallowed by it!"

The Yinshan Spirit Ghost woke up, ignoring that he was in a strange space, swaying the black energy, dancing out the Taoist formula, drawing the ghost energy that was being swallowed by the blood clothes.

"It's just a small fifth-level ghost. Even if it breaks through to the sixth level, where does it have the ability to devour my consciousness?"

Xuan Mingkun sneered, how could he be afraid of being devoured by fifth-order ghosts with a trace of primordial spirit transformed from his Dao Spiritual Realm?

"Fellow Yinshan Taoist, according to this seat, your aura must be transformed by an eighth-level ghost. Why are you so afraid of this fifth-level junior?"

Mage Erlo was much more cautious. Although there was no sign of making a move, he was vaguely on guard.

"What do you two old boys know? This Heavenly Ghost Rakshasa is one of the three ghost spirits in the Tianyin Nether Realm. Once it breaks through to the sixth level, it will activate a natal supernatural power, called Yinxuan Mingguang, which is specially aimed at Primordial spirit, as you are only a trace of primordial spirit, although you can resist one or two, but it takes a little time to be wiped out, presumably, with two identities, you don't want to try the pain of soul searching?"

While the Yinling Mountain ghost sacrificed the spell, he did not hesitate to use the little ghost energy left to prevent the bloody clothes from swallowing the ghost energy.

"It's actually this supernatural power?"

Xuan Mingkun and Magician Erluo looked at each other, they both saw the fear in each other's eyes, obviously they had heard about it.

Without hesitation, the two waved their illusory arms, directed the aura in the hall one after another, formed a marvelous formation, and moved towards the bloody clothes.

Although the hall is like a cage, trapping the two of them, but with their special characteristics and knowledge of cultivation, it is not a problem to mobilize a little spiritual energy.

Although there are still many doubts about the Yinling mountain ghost, but if it is true as it said, if this ghost breaks through and achieves the yin vortex, it will really be their doomsday.

Although it was only transformed by a ray of primordial spirit, after so many years away from the main body, it can already be regarded as a separate living body, so naturally I don't want to die just like that.

Chi Chi Chi!

Streamers of different colors flickered, forming a series of mysterious spells, covered in blood, constantly peeling off from the cloud of ghost energy it was devouring.

At this moment, the top powerhouses from the cultivation system of immortals and devils, due to various reasons, even if there is only a trace of spirits left, strangely joined forces to fight against the crisis.

......

"woke up!"

A few months later, Wang Mo slowly opened his eyes in a valley in Dongming Prefecture.

"Senior, what's wrong with me?"

On the stone platform not far away, Li Bamin stood up slowly, and suddenly covered his mouth, his eyes were full of shock and surprise.

His originally somewhat magnetic male voice suddenly turned into a crisp female voice.

"All the strange auras in your body have been eliminated, but it will take about a year to restore all of your daughter's body!"

Wang Mo said lightly.

"Thank you, Senior, for your help!"

Excitement appeared on Li Bamin's delicate face, and he bowed down to worship.

"No need to be like this, this is Li Mingliang's property, you can take it all, it's a good time to cultivate, and when you plan to build the foundation, you can restore your real body in one fell swoop!"

Wang Mo waved his hand, lifted him up, and handed out a ring.

"Thank you senior, Ba...Min'er wrote it down!"

Li Bamin's face was a little red, and he bowed respectfully, his form was full of the posture of a little girl.

His original name was Li Min'er, but as he grew older, he gradually turned into a man, so he changed his name to Li Bamin. Now, to restore his real body, he used his real name.

Wang Mo nodded, and let her go out of the cave to practice on her own, but her own brows were tightly frowned, and her eyes were full of indecision.

"These three old fellows have teamed up to suppress Xue Yi. Is there something I don't know about?"

Although Wang Mo was seriously injured because he forcibly used the magical power of Zhenyuan Pagoda to capture the ghost and the bloody clothes, but it did not prevent him from checking the situation inside.

In the past few months, apart from cultivating his body, he also checked the situation in Zhenyuan Pagoda.

When he saw Xuan Mingkun, E Luo, and ghosts teaming up to suppress the bloody clothes in the hall, he was a little baffled.

From the previous contact, Wang Mo guessed that this ghost is at least a seventh-level ghost, or even an eighth-level ghost, which is comparable to the existence of the Dao Spiritual Realm. After seeing the combination of the three, he became more convinced of this idea.

Judging from the dignity of a strong person in the Dao Spiritual Realm, if this ghost spirit and Xuan Mingkun and E Luo were not at the same level, I am afraid that the latter two would never join hands with it.

But as for what prompted the three to join forces, Wang Mo was a little unclear.

He can't enter it with his body now, unless his injuries get better and his cultivation is completely restored. If he opens the Zhenyuan Pagoda forcibly, it will definitely make him more injured. If it affects the foundation, it will really be worth the candle.

According to his own observation, the injury caused by the forcible use of the Zhenyuan Pagoda that day would only take a few years.

In this way, Wang Mo could only suppress the inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart, and recover quietly and peacefully. It was not until a year later that Li Min'er's foundation establishment was arranged, that he began preparations to heal the last trace of his injury.