Retrograde fairy way

"Thank you, Palace Master!"

Wang Mo scratched his head, but couldn't think of what to say, so he could only bow down in embarrassment.

But in his heart, he was quite puzzled, since the other party knew that he had taken the big formation, and knew where the formation disk was, why didn't he take it back?

This is different from what he thought before, although the explanation is quite far-fetched, after all, the preciousness of this thing is absolutely no less than the Nirvana Supreme Treasure.

If he said that just because he saved his master, what the other party gave him before was enough to repay him, it is really hard to figure out.

"Actually, this thing is not a thing of my Tianfeng Xuangong, and it is not a thing of the Lingxu Sect either!"

As if seeing through what she was thinking, Feng Wuxia said with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Tianyuan Palace!"

Wang Mo was slightly startled, and couldn't help but raised his head and said.

"Not bad!"

Feng Wuxia nodded slightly, and then said lightly: "I'm just telling you this, if you have a chance to find out in the future, you will understand! Remember, be careful of Zhuge Zhaohua!"

"Junior remember!"

Wang Mo's heart was awe-inspiring, and he said seriously.

He understood in his heart that this was indirectly telling him not to let the news that he had this treasure spread out, otherwise he might be targeted by this cultivator who also inherited from Tianyuan Palace.

Although he doesn't know whether this Tianyuan Palace is that Tianyuan Palace, but no matter what, with his current cultivation level, it is really not enough to keep such a powerful treasure.

What's more, the matter of this person's lower realm is definitely not as simple as supervising the magic cultivator and summoning the monks of Tianfeng mainland.

"Go ahead!"

After being silent for a while, Feng Wuxia seemed a little tired, and waved her hand slightly to signal Wang Mo to leave.

"The junior farewell!"

Wang Mo got up slowly, bowed to him and bowed, and then he walked away from the way he came, but he only walked a few steps, as if he was thinking about something, he turned around suddenly and asked, "I don't know where fellow Taoist Feng Qingyue went. ?”

Ever since Feng Manqing changed her name to Feng Qingyue, she has made up her mind to forget the past, so naturally Wang Mo would not call her by her previous name, lest the other party have any bad memories.

"It's rare that you miss your tutor!"

Feng Wuxia took a deep look at him, as if she wanted to see through him.

"Uh... junior and fellow Taoist Feng Qingyue..."

Wang Mo's expression froze, as if he wanted to explain.

"She is at Feng Wuyou's place. If you have the heart, I hope you will bring her back within 200 years. This is my life-saving gift for you. I hope you will take care of it yourself!"

Feng Wuxia waved her hand to stop him from talking, then closed her eyes, flicked her fingers, and an inconspicuous ring shot towards Wang Mo.

"Junior understands!"

Wang Mo took a deep breath, grabbed the ring in his hands, bowed his hands and saluted, then turned around and galloped away, and disappeared in a cloud of dust after a while.

Just as he turned to leave, Feng Wuxia, who had kept her eyes closed, opened them suddenly, pain and sadness flashed in her eyes, her thin lips parted slightly, and she muttered to herself: "Master, what can Wuxia do for you?" That's all you can do, forgive me, no matter what he did, after all, he is Wuxia's elder brother, maybe he is the only one who can stop him..."

Muttering desolately, this one is not that other, who is he talking about, was blown into the air by an invisible breeze, and the mist was blown away, turning into a faint sigh.

……

"Jie Jie, you can't escape, obediently be refined by this sect, so as to save you from the pain of concentrating your soul!"

In front of a messy mountain range, several evil monks surrounded and killed more than a dozen people in a state of distress, with a sudden expression of arrogance and cruelty in their mouths.

"Devil, I won't let you wait even if I die. One day, all of you will be wiped out by my immortal seniors to pay for today's sins!"

Among the besieged people, an old man whose chest was covered with blood suddenly opened his beard and hair. He flipped his wrist and took out a pill and poured it into his mouth. Roaring.

Before the words fell, his figure suddenly rushed up,

"Want to blow yourself up? Hey, I'm afraid you have no chance!"

A demon cultivator, with a flash of blood in his eyes, licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, showing a bloodthirsty smile, suddenly waved a huge black banner about the size of Zhang in his hand.

Woohoo!

There was a shrill howl of ghosts and wolves suddenly, and several black figures suddenly appeared from the giant banner, and they turned into several huge figures and rushed towards the old man.

In the blink of an eye, the old man was surrounded in the center, spinning continuously, making harsh and harsh sounds.

"Third Senior Brother... Fifth Senior Brother..."

The old man's forward figure paused, as if he had been greatly stimulated, the determination and madness in his eyes stopped, and then he slowly drifted towards those figures in a daze.

"Master..."

The group of monks below realized that the old man had flown into the top. Suddenly, several eager shouts came out, but they were immediately suppressed by the whistling magic energy.

"hey-hey!"

The demon cultivator even showed a sinister smile, and looked at the old man with great interest, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen the scene of the old man dying tragically under the fierce soul of someone he knew well .

Boo!

Just when those fierce souls were about to touch the old man, suddenly, a long howl pierced the sky, and waved towards here like thunder.

boom!

A rapid burst of anger descended instantly, and the sky suddenly became dark, as if a dark cloud suddenly approached. At the same time, everyone felt an overwhelming and violent aura crushing down.

"what……"

The old man, who was confused by the sound of the ghost howling, woke up suddenly, looked at the swaying ghost, and the aura that was about to burst from his body instantly disappeared. Come to understand, this is someone who saved himself.

"Let's go, it's a Tier [-] monster!"

Without waiting for the old man to see who made the sudden attack, he heard the faces of those demon cultivators who were still insane before, all of them suddenly changed their complexions, and exclaimed that at this time, they would use the escape light to escape.

But the figures of these people had only just moved, and several dazzling red lights flashed across the sky, sinking into their bodies in an instant.

"Wow!"

There were only a few piercing screams, but then they stopped abruptly. Several demon cultivators were transformed from living people into mummified corpses in front of everyone.

With a soft puff sound, it was swept by some unknown force, and it turned into fly ash, and a few dim magic weapons fell out of it.

Then I saw a red light flashing inside it, flying up into the sky with the rings and golden cores of several demon cultivators, but turned a blind eye to the falling magic weapon.

Everyone looked up, waiting to see the appearance of the 'dark cloud' clearly, they couldn't help but gasped, what kind of 'dark cloud' was this, it was clearly a golden giant eagle with the size of tens of feet.

call!

A slight sound of wind blew past, the giant eagle's wings fluttered undetectably, and then it fell downwards. Only then did everyone see clearly that there were two people on it.

In other words, a young man with an ordinary complexion, and a red-clothed boy who is about three or four years old and looks extremely handsome.

To everyone's horror, the few golden elixirs that were taken away by Hongmang before were suddenly grabbed by the boy to play with, and he threw one of them into the mouth, and swallowed them nonchalantly.

"Junior Liu Lushan, thank you senior for saving your life, see you senior!"

"younger generation……"

"younger generation……"

Even though the two didn't show any trace of aura, firstly, they heard the exclamation of the previous demon cultivator, but also because of the existence of this giant eagle, and thirdly, it was the movement of this strange boy, which made everyone rush to pay respects, not daring to have any Not the slightest bit of disrespect.

"There is no need to be so polite, Pindao has some things to ask you!"

This strange combination is naturally Wang Mo, Xueyi, and Lei Peng. When he came out of Tianfengxuan Palace, he used Fengyang City to teleport the formation, and rushed directly to this first-class sect called Yunxia Sect without stopping.

It's just that this Yunxia Sect is a top-notch first-class sect, and it can be said to be the strongest existence on the second line of defense, so it has become an existence on the second line of defense that rarely has monks who transform into gods.

And the ones sitting here are the Tianying King and his wife who are old with Wang Mo.

Wang Mo came here to fight, not because it was easy to enjoy the shade under the big tree, but in his opinion, fighting under the arrangement of people he knew well was better than partnering with people he didn't know well.

To Wang Mo's disappointment, the Eagle King and his wife actually passed him by. Before he came, they went to the east near the Langya Secret Realm, and cooperated with a casual cultivator to defend.

As for this place, it was guarded by another mid-stage cultivator named Liang Qifeng, who was a casual cultivator in the Lonely Sea in the southwest, and was invited by Gui Xuancang.

Like him, there were three of them. If they hadn't appeared and blocked some demon cultivators, the second line of defense would have been broken.

But the monks of Tianfeng mainland can only defend. Facing the strongest players who are several times their own, if the opponent is not restricted by the rules of heaven and earth, I am afraid that the strong people of Tianfeng mainland will have been slaughtered.

As for Wang Mo, he was here to assist in the defense, but this time he was sent to guard a mine of spirit stones, because one of the three Nascent Soul monks guarding here before had fallen during the last battle. The Nascent Soul cultivator Mo Xingxing had just arrived was sent to these important places where monks had fallen.

What surprised him was that when he was thousands of miles away from the place called Wuling Mountain, he encountered a group of monks who were hunted down. As a monk from the Tianfeng Continent, he naturally wanted to help up.

"Seniors ask questions, but juniors know everything!"

The old man's face was filled with apprehension. Although Wang Mo had thought that the other party was a cultivator from the Tianfeng Continent when he made his move, the scene of the boy swallowing the golden pill by the other side was really appalling, and he was afraid that he would offend him if he was not careful.

If he hadn't been vaguely aware that it was someone who interrupted the secret technique he was about to explode, he probably wouldn't have had the guts to talk to him.

"This place is within the defense line, why is there a demon cultivator?"

Wang Mo asked with a slight frown.

"Senior, I don't know. Although this place is within the line of defense, our defense is too long, and there are inevitably some omissions. This is how the demon cultivator came to the interior, burned, killed and looted, and then returned. The speed of movement is extremely fast, and I never confront the strong, if I hadn't met my seniors, I would end up in the same way as many fellow Taoists before!"

The old man's face was pale, and he told the truth about what he knew.

"So that's the case, I was negligent before!"

Wang Mo nodded slightly, frowning slightly.

Just because the Tianfeng Continent showed weakness, since the outbreak of the Anti-Magic War for decades, it has been passively beaten and defended, and inertial thinking has formed in its mind.

Looking across a group of bleak-faced monks, Wang Mo's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help thinking about it.