Retrograde fairy way

"Brother Wang, do you think this is true?"

Coming out of Bichao Sect, Hanyan looked at Wang Modao with slightly frowned eyebrows.

For decades, she also lived in seclusion with Wang Mo and knew nothing about the outside world.

"This place is too remote. Even if some information reaches here, most of them are rumors. If you want to know the exact news, you still need to find a big sect to ask!"

Wang Mo embraced Yang Shan'er with one hand, and said with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"The biggest sect here... is the Fire Cloud Sect!"

Han Yan raised her eyebrows, and said with a playful expression after a moment of contemplation.

"Fire Cloud Sect?"

Wang Mo's heart moved slightly, and then he looked at Han Yan, and said, "But where is the Ting Sect who chased and killed you back then?"

"Exactly!"

Han Yan's pretty face was slightly red, and her eyes fell on Yang Shan'er. Today, it has been many years, and time has passed. Yang Shan'er, who was still a corpse at that time, also came back to life by chance.

"Just go here!"

Wang Mo nodded slightly, then waved his left hand: "Go!"

Seeing a flash of green light, Qingpi's huge body appeared instantly, and with a swing of the huge head, a majestic aura gushed out, stirring up a whirlwind about the size of a few feet.

As soon as the words fell, Wang Mo hugged Yang Shan'er and landed on her generous back, and Han Yan naturally followed.

"howl!"

Qing Pi raised his head and let out a long howl, a green light flashed all over his body, and then rose into the sky. At this time, Qing Pi, who was a fourth-order monster, disappeared into the sky in an instant with such a fast escape speed.

……

After more than ten days, Wang Mo and his party arrived in front of a majestic mountain range, just like outside the Bi Chao Sect, they didn't directly break in, and went ahead to call out to worship the mountain.

This time, they didn't wait any longer, and someone came after a while.

"You... are you that person back then?"

A beautiful woman in green, surrounded by several alchemy cultivators, approached. After she could see Wang Mo and Han Yan's figure clearly, she couldn't help but turn slightly pale.

This woman is not hers, she is the girl Ting who chased and killed Han Yan and hunted down Lei Peng in the cultivation world of Daxia.

The aura contained in those long howls before definitely belonged to the Nascent Soul cultivator, and there was also a majestic and violent aura outside the sect, which was the aura of a fourth-order monster.

While crying secretly in his heart, although the other party didn't break in directly, it can be seen that there is no malice, but at this time, all the Nascent Soul Saints in the sect are gone, and most of the masters of Jiedan are away, claiming that they are powerless to resist the two Nascent Soul Saints. Those who had no choice but to leave the sect.

Seeing Wang Mo and Han Yan at this time, he naturally thought that the other party came to seek revenge for what happened back then.

"Fairy Yun is safe and sound!"

Wang Mo's expression was indifferent, his eyes fell on the few alchemy cultivators behind him, and his brows frowned slightly.

According to the soul search of the alchemy master back then, there were at least three Nascent Soul monks in the Huoyun sect, but no one showed up at this time, obviously something important happened.

"I don't know... I don't know what the senior is talking about here?"

** Ting glanced at Han Yan a little nervously, and then looked at Wang Modao.

Several people behind him, looking at Qingpi's huge body, couldn't help trembling slightly.

Even though Qingpi didn't deliberately release his aura, the figure and the tyrannical aura that inadvertently revealed were still frightening.

"I have been in seclusion for many years, and I heard that many important things happened when I went out this time. I came to the noble sect, but I wanted to inquire about it. I hope the fairy will give me some advice!"

Although he believed in what he got before, Wang Mo still wanted to confirm it again.

"call!"

Hearing his words, not only ** Ting, but also the several alchemy masters behind him all breathed a sigh of relief.

"I see!"

**Ting looked slightly relaxed, and then said: "Senior, do you want to ask about the invasion of the Demon Realm?"

"Not bad!"

Wang Mo nodded slightly.

"This junior will engrave everything he knows into the jade slips for seniors to inquire about!"

**Ting naturally didn't dare to delay any longer, so she hurriedly took out a jade slip and engraved it on the inside. After a cup of tea, she handed the jade slip to Wang Mo and said: "The elders of the junior sect were also summoned decades ago. However, if seniors want exact information, they still have to go to first-class sects to get accurate and detailed information. According to rumors, there are Nascent Soul Saints sitting in the first-class sects, and there is a teleportation array leading to the Artifact Sect! "

"Oh!"

Wang Mo raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise, "Teleportation array?"

"Well, this junior just listened to the news from the seniors in the sect. I'm afraid only the first-class sects are qualified to know the specific news!"

** Ting respectfully said.

"Thank you!"

Wang Mo took the jade slips, bowed his hands, and cast a questioning look at Han Yan.

"Brother Wang, it seems that we have to go to a first-class sect. My sister has never seen how magnificent the residence of a first-class sect is!"

Han Yan smiled sweetly, and nodded slightly at him.

"Hehe, that's fine!"

The corners of Wang Mo's mouth turned up slightly, and he turned to ** Ting and said, "I'm sorry to bother you, please leave!"

After finishing speaking, he and the two girls jumped on the back of the green skin, and its huge body rose up, leaped into the air, and galloped into the sky in an instant.

"Elder Yun, do you know this senior?"

Seeing that the astonishing green rainbow disappeared, an old man dared to ask ** Ting.

The rest of the people also showed a curious look.

"Don't you think this person's face is quite familiar?"

**Ting revealed a bitter expression at the corner of her mouth.

"familiar?"

The old man showed a trace of doubt, chewed it several times, and then a flash of inspiration flashed, and exclaimed in surprise: "Could it be Wang Mo who obtained the fifth-level elixir in the Langya Secret Realm more than 100 years ago?"

"what?"

"It turned out to be him?"

"No wonder this person called himself Wang Mo before!"

For a moment, several old men around him all exclaimed, showing a hint of astonishment on their faces.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that he has advanced to the Nascent Soul Saint!"

** Ting subconsciously said, her eyes were full of joy, after returning to the sect after suffering a big loss, she planned to gather a group of senior brothers to take revenge.

As a result, because of the Fire Cloud Sect, they competed with another sect with similar forces for a mine, so it was delayed.

Later, it was rumored that Wang Mo had traded the fifth-order elixir to Tianfeng Xuangong in Tianfeng Prefecture, which made her let go of the hatred in her heart.

But looking at Wang Mo's appearance at this time, she is no longer able to deal with it. It's just that according to the rumors, Wang Mo is the one who must take revenge. I don't know why there is no revenge this time.

What's more, there is a female cultivator who has a lot of hatred with her by her side.

These really made her a little confused.

……

"I didn't expect Brother Wang to be so magnanimous?"

On Qingpi's back, Hanyan's beautiful eyes moved slightly, looking at Wang Modao playfully.

"Hehe, didn't Fairy Hanyan not take action against him?"

Wang Mo smiled lightly.

"Giggle!"

Han Yan covered her mouth and smiled lightly, a look of remembrance appeared in her beautiful eyes.

"Brother Mo, Sister Yan, what are you talking about?"

Puzzled flashed across Yang Shan'er's nimble eyes, she was quite puzzled by the riddle-like conversation between the two, so she couldn't help asking a little angrily.

Although seriously speaking, she is nearly two hundred years old, but her real age is definitely no more than one sixty years old, and what she knows in her mind is the same as when she fell in Xia Jing back then.

"Haha, old things, don't mention them!"

Wang Mo shook his head slightly, and said with a self-deprecating smile.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Yang Shan'er turned her head angrily, and then saw Han Yan looking at her teasingly, her beautiful eyes moved, revealing a flattering taste: "Sister Yan, tell me, sister Yan's love for Shan'er Best!"

"This……"

Han Yan's smile faltered. The incident back then involved her stealing Yang Shan'er's body. Wang Mo never mentioned these things to Yang Shan'er.

If you really want to say it, the relationship between the two sisters may not be cracked.

"Shan'er, don't make trouble anymore, learn more about the spells given to you, and prepare to form alchemy as soon as possible!"

Just when Han Yan didn't know what to do, Wang Mo turned slightly and said to Yang Shan'er.

"Humph!"

Yang Shan'er didn't dare to ask more questions now, so she pinched Xiaobai angrily, just like she was in the Cangwu Mountain back then.

At this time, Xiaobai was already a top-tier monster of the third rank, but in the hands of Yang Shan'er, a fake alchemy cultivator, he didn't show any resistance.

For its grasping and pinching movements, it is like enjoying a massage, and it makes a comfortable snoring sound from time to time.

Han Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and cast a grateful look at Wang Mo, for she always had a special affection for Yang Shan'er.

Not only because she inherited her family's Xuanyin Dzi, but also because Yang Shan'er was lonely all her life, which made her feel rippling, and also because of the guilt she felt when she stole his body back then.

However, Wang Mo didn't pay too much attention to it. He just glanced at Xiao Bai who was enjoying the 'massage' in Yang Shan'er's arms inadvertently, and then turned his head and sat upright with his eyes closed.

Yang Shan'er didn't notice that Xiao Bai, who had been stable and still in his hand, suddenly trembled slightly, even his fur stood up, blocking the trembling force, so that Yang Shan'er didn't notice it.

……

"Palace Master, the first line of defense was breached, defending the monks, only seven Nascent Soul monks escaped, and only three of them had physical bodies, and they were also seriously injured!"

In the main meeting hall of Tianfeng Xuan Palace, a middle-aged beautiful woman stood in the main hall, and said respectfully to her superior Feng Wuxia.

"Do your best to treat fellow Taoists who have lost their bodies, and find suitable bodies for them as soon as possible!"

With a solemn expression, Feng Wuxia waved her plain hand lightly.

"Yes!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman bowed and backed out of the hall.

"Master, do you think we can survive this disaster?"

After the person walked out of the hall, the hall fell silent for an instant. Feng Wuxia rubbed her forehead, and then said softly in a bit of sleepiness.

"Hey, I'm sorry for you!"

On the back of the screen behind him, Feng Qingyue's delicate figure walked out slowly, walked up to her, hugged her in her arms, and said in relief.

"In just a few decades, Demon Cultivator has already breached the first line of defense. It won't be long before he will attack the second line of defense. If this continues, it will take less than a hundred years. I'm afraid..."

Feng Wuxia nestled in her arms, her long eyelashes trembling, even though she only had the appearance of a cardamom youth, her mind was enough to be the best in the world.

"No time, you're talking nonsense again!"

Suddenly, a gentle voice came from the hall, and a man in a light blue shirt suddenly appeared.

"You are not guarding the second line of defense, what are you doing here?"

Seeing the person coming, the worry on Feng Wuxia's pretty face disappeared, and she immediately returned to her previous solemnity.

"Hey, I'm here for brother, I have an extremely important matter to discuss with you!"

Feng Wuyou sighed suddenly, and then said with a serious expression.