Retrograde fairy way

Rumble!

On the southeastern edge of the Gulong Mountain Range, at the junction of Tianyun State and Tianhuo State, above a boundary called Cangwu Mountain, a group of dark clouds with a radius of tens of miles gathered half a day ago.

Thunder billowed inside it, exuding bursts of palpitating breath, as if the power of heaven descended.

Several hours later, thunderbolts of different colors crashed down, a total of 36 thunderbolts, which lasted for several hours.

During this period, countless monsters jumped out from the Cangwu Mountain near the Gulong Mountain Range, and surrounded the surrounding area of ​​the Cangwu Mountain. However, there were several howling wolves, and the howling was mixed with bloodthirsty rage. Can be suppressed.

Until these monsters stabilized, the thunder in the dark cloud also fell one by one and dispersed slowly.

The trembling and suppressed breath that made people's hearts tremble and suppressed disappeared without a trace.

Although there are many monks gathered around, their cultivation base is too low. The highest one is only in the late stage of foundation establishment. He wanted to enter it, but suddenly several tyrannical auras flashed inside, forcing everyone to retreat one by one.

Although these people have retreated, there are still some unwilling people who are waiting outside, hoping to get some benefits from it.

However, when a gigantic cyan beast with a size of several feet and exuding bursts of majestic aura appeared around the Cangwu Mountain, no matter whether it was the monster beast in the south or the human monks in the north, they all jumped up in embarrassment.

Fortunately, the giant cyan beast with extremely violent aura had no intention of chasing the crowd, it just frightened the surrounding creatures back into the Cangwu Mountain.

A few years ago, someone had experienced such a situation, but what appeared that time was a huge golden eagle flying through the sky and hiding from the ground, coming and going without a trace.

……

"Sister Yan, you say Brother Mo, he will be fine, right?"

At the foot of a peak in the Tiandang Mountains, two slender figures, one white and one purple, were looking at the top of the mountain where the dark clouds were gradually dissipating. Among them was the woman in purple, her beautiful eyes were full of worry, she never moved away, but her mouth But he asked the woman in white beside him.

On the shoulder of the woman in purple, there is a small silver-white mouse-shaped animal lying on its stomach, as if dozing off, its round body is heaving and falling, it is really cute.

At the feet of the two women, there are also two snow-colored white foxes, each with two fluffy tails, which look extremely agile.

"That is, Brother Wang is extremely talented and extremely resolute. Although he has more calamities and nine thunders than others, with his magical power, nothing will happen!"

The woman in white is also looking at the top of the mountain, her beautiful eyes are full of calm, but if you look carefully, you can definitely see a trace of worry and a trace of bitterness in it, but it is deeply hidden by it.

These two women are not hers, they are Han Yan and Yang Shan'er who rushed back from Tianyun State decades ago. Looking at the situation, Yang Shan'er has already recovered her memory.

On the top of the mountain, the identity of the person who crossed the catastrophe is self-evident, and it is undoubtedly Wang Mo.

hold head high!

Yang Shan'er opened her red lips when she heard the words, and just about to say something, a long howl suddenly came from the top of the mountain, mixed with a trace of exhaustion, but she seemed full of energy, and there was also a trace of excitement in it.

The two looked intently, and saw a cyan light suddenly rising from the top of the mountain, and within a few flashes, it came close to them.

"Brother Mo!"

Seeing the person coming, Yang Shan'er let out a tender cry, and threw herself into his arms without hesitation, like a baby swallow returning to its nest.

"Hehe, you are so grown up, you still look like a child, don't be ashamed!"

Holding his soft and delicate body in one hand, Wang Mo showed a knowing smile on his slightly tired cheeks, and lightly brushed Yang Shan'er's hair with his left hand, teasing softly.

"Brother Wang, congratulations!"

A touch of excitement flashed across the beautiful eyes, and it was fleeting, and the cold smoke lightly parted the vermilion lips, and saluted gracefully.

"Ha ha!"

Hearing what he said, Wang Mo slightly nodded at him, but he was slightly relieved in his heart.

When Han Mengyue returned to the ruins back then, Han Yan must have held grudges in her heart. Even though both parties were responsible, but now she can call "Brother Wang" as usual, which shows that she has let go of everything.

Whoosh whoosh!

Two faint sounds of fleeing from the sky sounded, and one red, one blue, and one gold approached one after another, and a green puppy about a foot long appeared at Wang Mo's feet, and a golden eagle landed on his shoulder. , but the red glow was several breaths faster than the two.

It is the blood clothes, green skin, and Lei Peng who protect him.

It's just that the aura of the three at this time is much stronger than that of decades ago.

Especially the green skin, the red light in the pupils has become much less, and there is even a trace of gold, which makes it less hostile and more agile.

Looking at its aura, it looks like a fourth-order monster.

And Lei Peng also looks like he has reached the top level of Tier [-].

Back then, Wang Mo stayed in Tianfeng Xuan Palace for decades, and Lei Peng had already been trained by Feng Wuxia to the peak of the middle stage of the third order, only one step away from breaking through.

During the more than ten years of rushing to Tianyun State, Wang Mo let Lei Peng, Xiaobai, and Qingpi practice together in the spirit beast bag.

Because of the sufficient supply of cultivation resources, it has already broken through to the late third level, and after decades of training, breaking through to the top level of the third level is nothing more than a matter of course.

As for the green skin, in those years, Wang Mo did not let it rush to break through to the fourth level, but let it accumulate well, until a few years ago, before he broke through the Nascent Soul, let it break through before himself.

And the most important thing is that Yang Shan'er has finally recovered her memory after decades of cultivation, and her cultivation has reached the level of fake alchemy.

His cultivation speed is not a bit worse than that of Wang Molai back then.

This is also attributed to her body, the most precious treasure left by Han Mengyue, the Xuanyin Dzi Bead, is changing her physique all the time.

This time, Wang Mo broke through the Nascent Soul Realm, and finally joined the ranks of high-level monks in the mainland, and he really had a sliver of self-protection power.

"Let's go, I'm going back to retreat for a while, to stabilize my cultivation, and sacrifice a few treasures!"

Thinking slightly in his heart, Wang Mo turned to talk to the two.

……

A few months later, a blue rainbow emerged from the Tiandang Mountains and galloped to the northeast.

"Brother Mo, you really don't intend to take Ruohan back?"

Inside the Qingfeng Boat inside Qinghong's parcel, Yang Shan'er tilted her head and asked obediently.

"It's okay, letting her stay in Yunxiao Pavilion for a while is also a kind of training!"

The corners of Wang Mo's mouth curled up slightly, and he said a word calmly.

At this time, Wang Mo is no longer the young man who came out of Cangwu Mountain at the beginning of the year. After nearly 200 years of practice, he has not only improved his cultivation, but his mind has become more and more mature.

His thoughts are meticulous, and he is resolutely superior to many old monsters. He naturally understands that there are some things that can be said, and some things that must not be said.

Even if Yang Shan'er is very close to her, she should never mention it.

It's not that you can't believe it, but that it involves a lot, and the fewer people know about it, the better.

"Oh!"

Yang Shan'er nodded, then naturally leaned against her shoulder, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

"Hey!"

This scene fell in Han Yanyan's eyes behind the two, and she sighed silently, maybe even she herself didn't know what she was sighing.

Half a month later, the three of them galloped all the way and landed in the sky above a large lake with rippling blue waves.

Below it is a huge island with a radius of hundreds of miles, with towering mountains and several extremely high peaks covered with snow. Under the cover of smog, it looks extremely mysterious.

Here is the territory of the most powerful sect, Bichao Sect, in the Great Xia cultivation world.

Whoosh!

A ray of green light flashed, and then fell on the edge of the island, revealing the figures of Wang Mo and the three inside.

"Loose Cultivator Wang Mo, come to Bichao Sect to pay homage to the mountain!"

As soon as he stood still, Wang Mo took a deep breath, raised his head and released a sound with his true energy.

Although it was plain, the sound spread for dozens of miles, stirring like being restricted by the Bichao Sect's sect.

But what made Wang Mo frowned slightly was that a quarter of an hour had passed, but no one had come, so he had no choice but to exhale and speak again, shouting as before.

This time, after waiting for a few cups of tea, I finally got a response. Several lights of different colors escaped from the gate of the Bichao Sect and came to the front, but it was three people with fluttering clothes. The old man and a one-armed middle-aged monk.

One of them was the one-armed Ning Yuanshan.

"Wang... Ning Yuanshan of Bichao Sect, pay respects to senior!"

Seeing Wang Mo's face clearly, Ning Yuanshan was startled suddenly, sensed the other party's cultivation for a while, and even bowed down slightly with a trembling body.

"I'm waiting to pay my respects to Senior, but I don't know if Senior has come to our Bi Chao Sect, what orders do you have?"

The other three alchemy elders also bowed in apprehension.

"master!"

Suddenly, a crisp call startled everyone.

After everyone looked up, they saw a purple-clothed woman who landed in front of Ning Yuan Mountain in a blink of an eye, and she was about to kneel down to worship.

"Shan'er!"

Wang Mo frowned slightly, and stopped Yang Shan'er's actions.

He didn't want Yang Shan'er to know what happened after she committed suicide that year, but he also wanted her to understand the warmth and coldness of human relationships and the coldness of the world, so as not to suffer losses when traveling to the mainland in the future.

After all, it is impossible for him to protect her for the rest of his life, and he will leave after all.

But on the other hand, I don't want her to lose the most innocent time back then. This has caused Wang Mo's current contradictory psychology.

But for Ning Yuanshan, Yang Shan'er no longer has a relationship with him as a master and apprentice.

"Brother Mo!"

Yang Shan'er turned her head and looked at Wang Mo with some puzzlement.

When everyone heard the words, they were all surprised. The little girl with a fake alchemy in front of her actually called her brother, so they had to be careful.

Even though the other party called the elders of their own sect as master before, it is already inappropriate at this time, and there is also a woman in white, which makes them feel faintly oppressed.

"Shan'er, please thank fellow Taoist Ning for your kindness in nurturing and teaching. From now on, you are no longer a disciple of the Bichao sect!"

Wang Mo pondered for a while, then nodded slightly at him and said.

"Disciple Yang Shan'er, I would like to thank Master for his kindness in nurturing and teaching me today!"

Although she was puzzled, Yang Shan'er still nodded obediently and bowed to the stunned Ning Yuanshan.

In her heart, no matter what Wang Mo said, she thought it was good for her, just like she used to block that dreaded stepmother for herself and grandpa.

"Ok?"

Looking at the stunned people, Wang Mo reminded with a slight frown.

"Get up, get up, Daoist Yang can have an elder brother like Senior Wang, so he doesn't have to be a disciple of my Jade Tide Sect anymore, but your younger brother is still in my Jade Tide Sect, do you want to meet?"

That slight sound fell in Ning Yuanshan's ears, like thunder, which woke him up immediately, and he said in embarrassment whether he was holding it with one hand or not.

"Brother Mo?"

Yang Shan'er got up after hearing the words, and turned her head slightly to look at Wang Mo, as if she was asking.

More than 100 years have passed, and things have changed and people have changed. At this time, Wang Mo is the only one she can rely on in her heart.