Retrograde fairy way

"No, if it's really so strong, how could it be possible to refine the remaining aura of the Kun Emperor with just a few seventh-level creatures that are not in the spirit void?"

Watching the carefree Duoduo leave, Wang Mo's eyes flashed brightly, and he stroked his chin unconsciously with his left hand.

"My lord, maybe it's just a game played by Emperor Kun, but all strong people have the idea of ​​looking down on all living beings!"

Gu Cangsong came back to his senses, and said with a pale face.

In his opinion, the fate of himself and even Wang Mo is already doomed, even if there is such a treasure as the Zhenyuan Pagoda, it cannot resist the crushing of such an existence as Kun Huang.

"No, no, if you really want to look down on all living beings, why did Emperor Kun lower his real body to let the creatures in this space know the legend about him?"

Wang Mo waved his hand, many thoughts ran through his mind, looking for all possible clues.

"Maybe this Emperor Kun is enjoying the feeling of being admired by others!"

Gu Cangsong thought that he could not fathom such an existence, and said dejectedly.

"Enjoy? No, or enjoy it!"

Suddenly, Wang Mo's eyes shot brightly, and he uttered an idea that even shocked him.

"Enjoy? Why does the Lord have such an idea?"

The ancient Cangsong is unknown, so how can there be someone who enjoys the praise of others?

"Do you still remember Yinling Mountain?"

Wang Mo's face was solemn, and a look of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

"The old ghost, the old man will naturally remember, but what does the Emperor Kun have to do with him?"

Gu Cangsong really couldn't figure out why he had something to do with Yinling Shanming from the Yinming Realm that day, not to mention that the old ghost had long since disappeared.

"It's not related to him, but the Holy Buddha Realm he mentioned back then. As far as I know, ninety-nine percent of the monks in this Holy Buddha Realm, besides their own practice, will cultivate their mind power to some extent."

Wang Mo paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, thinking about the connection in his mind.

"Even so, is it possible that this Emperor Kun is still a Buddhist cultivator?"

Gu Cangsong is really confused now, for a while the Emperor Kun, for a while the old ghost, and Buddhist cultivators, the three seem to have no connection at all.

"Over the years, you have been in the Zhenyuan Pagoda, and my avatar is outside, although I didn't notice it deliberately, I knew it.

In this domain, most warriors have indescribable belief in the so-called Beiming Holy Lord.

That is to say, these martial sages will only take it lightly when they gradually feel a slight change in the overlapping of heaven and earth. However, these people want to cover up, so they don't show too much! "

Wang Mo recalled all kinds of things in the palace before, when he asked for the two stone sculptures, most of the Six Saints' faces changed drastically.

Obviously, it's not that they don't take Beiming Shengzun in their hearts, but they won't reveal it easily, and they are more intimidated by Wang Mo's prestige.

"But what does this have to do with Emperor Kun cultivating Buddhism?"

Gu Cangsong has lived for so many years, and he thinks he knows and learned a lot, but it is not enough at this time, he is like a good student who listens and learns.

"It's not that Emperor Kun is practicing Buddhism, but I suspect that he is cultivating mind power. Of course, all this is speculation!"

Wang Mo shook his head slightly, and stroked his swollen forehead.

It seems extremely simple to piece together these seemingly clueless and disorganized clues and simply say them.

But only I know how many thoughts I rejected in the moment that passed in my mind, before I finally screened out this reliable idea.

"Cultivating mind power? With the strength of the Emperor Kun, the secret technique that must be practiced must be something extraordinary. Maybe the reason why he didn't leave this world is because of this technique!"

There was a flash of brilliance in Gu Cangsong's eyes, and he took it for granted.

"Hey, it's useless to think about it now, the key is how we leave!"

Wang Mo smiled bitterly, what Gu Cangsong said may not be unreasonable, but whether it is true or not is beyond their guess.

As for whether he can leave, Wang Mo has no idea in his heart, and pins all his hopes on the last life-saving means of pressing the bottom of the box, although it is feasible.

But after all, this is his last resort, using it here, and going to Central Continent in the future, many concerns have made him undecided.

"Not bad!"

Just as Gu Cangsong was about to say a few words of comfort, a strange voice suddenly appeared in the void.

"Who?"

Wang Mo was startled, a fine layer of white sweat appeared on his forehead.

Although he only controlled [-]% of the Zhenyuan Pagoda, he has been the only one in charge of it for many years, and no outsider has ever entered without his permission.

But at this time, the voice could not be his hallucination, but someone actually entered Zhenyuan Pagoda without him noticing.

Gu Cangsong was also inexplicably shocked. After following Wang Mo for so many years, he knew the power of the Zhenyuan Pagoda all too well. How much cultivation would it take for such a treasure to be broken into without a sound?

"Hehe, your previous speculation is well-founded, how can you not know who I am?"

The voice was ethereal, as if it came from all directions, and it was impossible to find out.

"Hiss, you are...you are the Emperor Kun, no...you are Bei Mingkun!"

Wang Mo and Gu Cangsong gasped, their faces were extremely bitter, and they lost their voices in shock.

If they were reminded like this, and they couldn't even guess who it was, then it was really a waste of years of cultivation.

But what made the two feel inexplicably horrified was that the other party broke into the Zhenyuan Pagoda silently, without being noticed at all. With this level of cultivation, if he directly attacked him, how could he survive?

Even if he had the last resort to save his life, how could he be able to attack if he couldn't see anyone coming?

"Not bad little guy, you can guess my real name, not bad, I am indeed Bei Mingkun!"

The voice sounded a little appreciative, but saw the two motionless statues tremble suddenly, a glare of light suddenly rose up, and the two phases converged into a figure.

Dressed in black clothes, tall and tall, although his face is only about seventeen or eighteen years old, but there is fortitude in his plainness, his eyes are full of wisdom and brilliance, and he looks at Wang Mo with a smile.

"Junior Wang Mo, I have met Senior Beiming!"

"Junior Gu Cangsong, pay my respects to Senior Beiming!"

Wang Mo and Gu Cangsong bowed down one after another.

"Okay, don't be so polite. Although I'm here as a guest, I'm here uninvited, so there's no need to be so!"

Bei Mingkun waved his hand with a calm smile.

"Dare to ask senior, what can I teach you?"

Since the other party didn't kill him in the first time, then naturally there was something to talk about. Thinking of this, the pressure in Wang Mo's heart dropped sharply.

Bei Mingkun nodded, his eyes fell on Gu Cangsong, the meaning was self-evident.

"My lord, go down and prepare some spirit fruit wine!"

The ancient Cangsong is an old man, although facing such an existence, he is trembling with fear, but he still has some insight.

Immediately, he retreated respectfully and left.

"Senior please!"

Wang Mo took a deep breath, and took out the tables and chairs with a wave of his hand, and all kinds of rare spiritual fruits were filled in an instant.

"It's strange to say that I have been in this Muyun Spiritual Realm for hundreds of thousands of years. Even those juniors in the Dao Spiritual Realm, not many people know my existence. How do you know so clearly?"

Bei Mingkun casually squeezed a fruit and threw it into his mouth, and said calmly.

"The younger generation is just hearsay, it's a chance!"

Where did Wang Mo dare to tell the truth, so he could only speak nonsense.

If he said that he had the memory of his previous life, he might have been refined by this old monster on the spot.

"You have a lot of chance. To be in the Spirit Void Realm, you have such a treasure. I have a big chance. Do you... have the guts to accept it?"

How could Bei Mingkun fail to see that Wang Mo didn't want to say more, and gave him a half-smile.

"Senior, please don't hesitate to enlighten me!"

The corners of Wang Mo's eyes twitched. Facing such an old monster who had existed for so many years, it was hard to hide his thoughts.

I also know that since the other party has come to the door, they will never give up easily.

Before, the other party was hidden in the statue, and they could hear their conversation clearly. If they were to attack this, no one in Zhenyuan Pagoda would be able to escape except him.

What's more, the other party made it clear when he came up, obviously not giving him a chance to go back on his word.

It can be said that Wang Mo is now riding a tiger. In the end, no matter what the other party asks, except for not letting him die, I am afraid he will have to agree.

"To tell you the truth, I noticed your existence after you entered my Beiming domain. Of course, if you hadn't produced this Jieling Immortal Treasure, I would have ignored it.

It's just that you not only produced this treasure, but also turned the world upside down in my Northern Underworld. I won't hold this matter to you, but...you have to give me a piece of this treasure. used! "

Bei Mingkun took a sip of wine with a calm expression, as if he was talking about an extremely light thing.

"If the junior is not mistaken, the senior didn't come in with the body, right?"

Wang Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, the wine glass in his hand trembled unconsciously, and a few drops of wine spilled out.

"Hehe, this junior is very smart!"

Bei Mingkun smiled generously, without any intention of hiding it.

"Could it be that senior thought that he could deceive me so easily?"

Wang Mo took a deep breath, the Zhenyuan Pagoda was his strongest life-saving thing besides the last means to suppress the bottom of the box.

If there is no Zhenyuan Pagoda, the people in the pagoda will be at the mercy of this ignorant strong man in front of him, and I am afraid that he will be restrained by then.

After all, he is not cold-blooded enough to give up the people who have been with him for thousands of years and seek a way out for himself.

"I lied to you? Could it be that you thought I would tell you this for a piece of Jieling Immortal Treasure? With my cultivation, if I really want to take this treasure away, I can kill you right here!"

Bei Mingkun's face darkened slightly, and an invisible coercion suddenly flashed, and in an instant, the entire Zhenyuan Pagoda suddenly floated with traces of thunder.

This Northern Mingkun was actually an illusory condensed body, which aroused the celestial phenomenon of Zhenyuan Pagoda.

"With the eyesight of seniors, could it be that you can't see what's inside me?"

The corners of Wang Mo's eyes twitched, his right hand suddenly clenched into a fist, a trace of majestic pressure suddenly appeared in his spirit, and his mind trembled after the impact.

Fortunately, this majestic coercion was not aimed at him, but even so, the aftermath made Wang Mo groan, and a faint golden blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, mouth and nose.

In the entire Zhenyuan Pagoda, thunder was originally produced by the aura exuded by Bei Mingkun, and it rolled back violently, as if he was extremely afraid of the aura emanating from Wang Mo at this time.

At this moment, Wang Mo's aura has changed drastically, even the whole person has changed, which is unpredictable.

But looking around, he was still Wang Mo, the early stage cultivator of the Spirit Void Realm.

"This... this is... the ancient... the breath of the ancient immortal!"

As if he had seen a ghost, Bei Mingkun stood up abruptly, looking in disbelief at the flashing blue halo above Wang Mo's head.