Retrograde fairy way

hum!

A majestic coercion suddenly erupted from the high altitude, like a king looking down on the world, overlooking his own country.

All the cultivators who were fighting below were overwhelmed by this momentum and all retreated, looking up in shock.

Even, the Optimus Prime-like hurricane in the distance collapsed one after another under this coercion, the brilliance dissipated, and the huge waves rolled back.

I saw a glaring cyan halo, mixed with the tiniest wind blades, sweeping violently around.

At that place, it was the center of the battle between Wang Mo and Sha Jin, a stern and violent roar suddenly came out, followed by a bloody light, which flashed back in an instant.

On the other side, a group of five-colored brilliance exploded at an incredible speed, and the clanging and piercing sounds of gold and iron continued to resound, mixed with muffled hums.

"Xuantian Lingbao!"

Opening his mouth and spitting out a blood arrow, Wang Mo suppressed the surging blood in his chest, fixed his eyes on the blue halo, and paused every word. [

Such a huge coercion, he had felt it when he first came into contact with Qingling's corpse in Qingling's tomb, and when he met Ling Qianrong in the Lingyi clan's palace.

Even, in his storage ring, there is a Tianluo ruler that has been drawn out of the power of the rules and has been regressed to Tianlingbao.

This aura will definitely not feel wrong, otherwise it would be impossible to injure him with just the precious light released, and even the blood-clothed ghost would be severely injured by it.

The power of Xuantian can be seen!

"Ahem, very good, you are really strong, you can force me to use the Gang Lingzhu and die under the Xuantian Lingbao, you are proud enough!"

In the blue halo, Sha Jin endured the severe pain in his head, coughed a few times, and walked out slowly.

At this moment, although Sha Jin still looked majestic, his face was extremely pale, and his eyes were fixed on Wang Mo, his murderous intent was undisguised.

"Gang Lingzhu!"

Wang Mo's pupils shrank slightly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he blurted out, "Could it be, this is the treasure you got in the hurricane sky?"

"Hehe, knowing that this seat possesses the Xuantian Lingbao, I must be skeptical. I might as well tell you that this bead is pregnant with the spirit and wind, even if a demon master encounters it, he should be afraid of it. If you can escape a blow, it is just Previously, this treasure did not have an envoy from this seat!"

Sha Jin showed pride, since he got the treasure back then, he didn't even tell his son Sha Fengxing, in order to prevent the news from leaking, which would bring catastrophe to Pusha Island.

Xuantian Spiritual Treasures, especially those created by heaven and earth, have a great possibility in the future to increase their ranks during pregnancy.

Such a precious treasure, if there is even a little bit of news spread out, many upper clans in Oolonghai will be moved upon hearing the news.

Relying on a sliver of the laws of heaven and earth conceived in this treasure, Shajin could have broken through to the eighth-rank demon master and dominated one side of the sea so far, but he didn't want to cause blood shocks due to the death of his only son, Sha Fengxing, disrupting the breakthrough opportunity, and the result fell short.

"It's really a treasure!" [

The corner of Wang Mo's eyes twitched, and he took out a bottle of Wannian Lingrui with shaking hands and poured it into his mouth. The toxin on his right shoulder blade had already begun to spread.

In addition to being swept by the wind in the Gang Lingzhu, under the trauma, the resistance to the toxin has reached a low point.

The group of big monsters below, seeing their island lord sacrificed such a treasure, knew that the victory was decided, and the suppressed sluggish momentum immediately disappeared, and they fought desperately with Gu Cangsong and others.

As long as he persists until the island owner wins, he will naturally be able to wipe out this monster that is neither human nor demon, nor ghost nor ghost.

But Gu Cangsong, Liu Qing, and even the Eight Great Blood Demon Souls showed no signs of panic, not to mention a small Xuantian Lingbao, even if a Daoist and Immortal Master came personally, they might not be able to do anything to Wang Mo.

Su Qingyuan and Xia Ling, who were originally worried, realized that they were not worried and panicked, so they couldn't help but feel relieved.

Even though the power of the Xuantian Spirit Treasure did scare both of them, Wang Mo and his party were not afraid, so naturally they had something to rely on.

"You will regret what you did!"

Although a little surprised by Wang Mo's calmness, Sha Jin, holding the Gang Lingzhu, instinctively thought that he was really bluffing.

With Shajin's current cultivation base, holding the Gang Lingzhu in his heyday, even a strong person who has just entered the Taoist spirit will be afraid of three points if he tries his best, let alone a monk of the same level.

Unless, the other party also possesses a Xuantian Spirit Treasure.

But these kinds of treasures are so rare, it would be nice if one of them could appear in the hands of a seventh-rank powerhouse, and the chance of two appearing at the same time is nothing more than a dream.

"Really? I'm sure I won't regret it, and I know you will!"

The corners of Wang Mo's mouth were slightly raised, feeling the replenishment of true energy in his body, he took a deep breath, and flicked forward with his right hand.

A group of golden lights suddenly flashed, and the small and exquisite Zhenyuan Pagoda turned around, not as majestic as when the Gang Lingzhu appeared, but it attracted everyone's attention.

Based on Wang Mo's cultivation as seen by everyone, any treasure that can be sacrificed under such circumstances is definitely stronger than others.

But at this time, this treasure did not bring the slightest sense of oppression to people, which made people puzzled.

Just as everyone was watching, Sha Jin sneered, and when he was about to activate the Gang Lingzhu, his complexion suddenly changed, and his figure couldn't stop trembling backwards.

hum!

In an instant, a huge and intensified coercion descended on the earth.

Different from Gang Lingzhu's majesty like a king overlooking the earth, this coercion is like the ruler of the world, which makes people worship involuntarily, without the slightest desire to resist.

"this is"

Holding the Gang Lingzhu in his hand, Sha Jin suddenly burst into a strong blue halo, resisting the coercion, but it still made him feel unspeakably depressed.

Shock flashed in his eyes, and he thought of a legendary treasure in his mind to wear out such fluctuations, especially the inexplicable trembling from the Gang Lingzhu in his hand, which made him more certain of this idea.

The first strike is stronger, and the later strike suffers!

Even though he was shocked, Sha Jin made a decision in an instant because of his rich experience in martial arts all his life.

As long as Wang Mo is killed, not only can he hold a great hatred, but he can even get a treasure that was unimaginable before.

It was too late to say it, but it was too soon, this thought just flashed in Sha Jin's mind, his body suddenly rose violently, his hands kept clenching, and he spit out several mouthfuls of natal monster energy from his mouth.

Buzz!

Gang Lingzhu trembled unceasingly, and ripples appeared in the turbulent surrounding void, and the originally blue halo, under the continuous injection of demon power, suddenly turned into green ink color.

"go with!"

Seeing that Wang Mo was also continuously playing spells, Sha Jin showed a smug face, and threw the Gang Lingzhu fiercely. After all, he was one step faster, and the victory was sealed.

But in an instant, his complexion suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Five Prison Town Yuan, shoot!"

Just when the Gangling Orb was wrapped in the exhausting wind and shot towards him, Wang Mo had already completed the formula in his hands. He was already injured and poisoned, and he spit out several mouthfuls of his own vitality one after another, making his complexion pale.

But the divine light in his eyes was firm and determined, and he ruthlessly reached forward a little.

Before the words fell, the Zhenyuan Pagoda suddenly burst into golden light, hummed and trembled, and instantly turned into a giant pagoda several feet high, floating in front of Wang Mo.

The Lingyan Gangfeng radiating from the Gang Lingzhu's body, when approaching, directly plunged into the space vortex that appeared under the Zhenyuan Pagoda.

In addition, Gang Lingzhu itself showed signs of being uncontrollable and flying into it.

Since it is only capable of the Xuantian Spirit Treasure, and it is the first-class Xuantian Spirit Treasure, even if it is born from heaven and earth, compared with the Zhenyuan Pagoda, which can be called the top treasure among Jieling Immortal Treasures, what is it? It is clear at a glance who is strong or weak.

It's a pity that Shajin didn't see the situation clearly and let his treasure fall into such a dangerous situation for nothing.

"how is this possible?"

Sha Jin only felt his mind tense, and the demon sense continued to gain insights. He couldn't care how Wang Mo could manipulate such treasures to fend off the enemy with his cultivation in the spirit void state, and hurriedly cast the magic formula, trying to pull back the Gang Lingzhu.

This treasure is his darling, to a certain extent even more important than his son, even if he tries his best, he cannot surrender it to others.

Unfortunately, he misestimated his own strength, and even more so, Wang Mo.

In particular, Wang Mo himself owns the Zhenyuan Pagoda, which is a method of sacrificial refining passed down to him by an ancient immortal, so that he can be imperial envoys, which is completely unreasonable.

"Yin vortex dark light!"

Unexpectedly, the blood-clothed ghost originally created by Gang Lingzhu, staring at the scarlet eyes, approached instantly, and crossed his hands again in front of his forehead.

The yin vortex mingguang exuded a frightening cold and evil spirit, and shot out violently, stabbing at the back of Sha Jin's head.

At this time, Shajin was using his demonic powers with all his strength, and wanted to take back the Gang Lingzhu. How could he avoid this dark vortex that seemed to be able to penetrate space?

If you want to avoid this blow, you have to control the Gang Lingzhu, which is more uncomfortable than killing him. It is such a treasure that no one will give up easily.

But Sha Jin is the overlord of this sea area after all, and he made a decision in his mind in a split second, and fled aside in a flash.

Having experienced the power of this cold light, he doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes, otherwise he will definitely die today.

The moment he dodged away, Gang Lingzhu lost his blessing, and was unable to resist under the Zhenyuan Pagoda, and was suddenly sucked into the vortex and disappeared.

Seeing such a scene out of the corner of his eye, Sha Jin couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain in his heart. How could he not regret that such a treasure was handed over to others like this?

But in an instant, when he saw Wang Mo suddenly curled up and spit out a few mouthfuls of black blood, his eyes suddenly shot out with unprecedented brilliance.

Without the slightest hesitation, the demonic glow all over his body was blazing, and with a wave of his big hand, the black thorn on the top of his head, which had recovered its original appearance, trembled violently, turning into a stream of light and stabbing at it.

And he himself, like a roc spreading its wings, pounced straight down, and as he charged forward, he swept towards Wang Mo viciously with one leg.

With the physical body of the seventh-level top monster, even if he was seriously injured, this blow was enough to seriously injure Wang Mo, who was unprepared. What's more, Wang Mo was also seriously injured because of the severe poison in his body now.

At this moment, Sha Jin seems to have seen the scene where he is holding the Gang Lingzhu, envoy Zhenyuan Pagoda, and dominate Oolonghai.

It was too late to say it, and it was soon, when Wu Chai and Sha Jin came one after the other, Wang Mo, who was curled up into a ball, suddenly raised his head, although his face was pale, but there was no trace of pain.

What's important is the trace of sarcasm in his bright eyes.

"be cheated!"

This look is so familiar, before, Sha Jin looked at him like this, and his figure suddenly retreated without thinking.

"late!"

The corner of Wang Mo's mouth tanned coldly, and he waved his right hand suddenly.

hum!

The Zhenyuan Pagoda, which is several feet in size, bloomed with a golden glow, suddenly trembling, and at an incredible speed, it slammed into Sha Jin who wanted to escape in the blink of an eye.