Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

"What are you doing here?"

Fu Qing looked at Wu Mo suspiciously.

The population of this small city does not exceed [-] according to visual estimates, and it is located in a remote place. There are ordinary people in the city.

He didn't understand what a dignified third-grade alchemist Wu Mo was doing here.

Wu Mo did not answer, but took out a jade slip from his bosom and handed it to Fu Qing.

"You follow the above method and arrange a few formations in the city."

Fu Qing saw that Wu Mo didn't want to explain further, out of trust, he didn't ask any more, took the jade slips and walked towards the city.

Wu Mo looked at Fu Qing's back with an indifferent expression.

An hour later.

Fu Qing's figure appeared in Wu Mo's sight again.

"Okay, the formations are arranged according to the method on the jade slip."

After speaking, Fu Qing handed the jade slip back to Wu Mo.

"Well, let's go."

Wu Mo took the jade slips and stepped on the golden cloud boat.

"Walk?"

Confused, Fu Qing followed onto the golden cloud boat.

Leave just after setting up the formation?

What kind of medicine is sold in Wu Mo's gourd?

Jin Yunzhou rose slowly, and soon stopped over the small town.

With a solemn face, Wu Mo began to draw the magic circle with blood essence.

Regarding Wu Mo's behavior, Fu Qing was at a loss.

"What is the use of the formation you asked me to arrange just now?"

Fu Qing finally couldn't help asking out the doubts in his heart.

"Alchemy."

Wu Mo uttered two words lightly, and his hands kept moving.

"Alchemy??"

Fu Qing's eyes became more suspicious.

Don't you have to use a pill furnace for alchemy?

"You don't use a pill furnace, don't use materials, just make alchemy out of thin air?"

Fu Qing's tone became more and more puzzled.

Is this Wu Mo stupid for practicing alchemy all day long?

"Who said there is no pill furnace, the array you set up is a pill furnace, as for the materials..."

Wu Mo glanced at the small town below,

"It's all below."

"kindness?"

Fu Qing was startled, he didn't react for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Qing frowned, and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand? I want to sacrifice the ants in this city to help me make alchemy."

Wu Mo said lightly.

"You! How could you do that!!"

Fu Qing's eyes opened wide.

He couldn't believe that Wu Mo wanted to sacrifice a city to make alchemy, is he crazy!

Wu Mo turned a deaf ear to it, and kept moving his hands.

"Stop! You can't do this!!"

Fu Qing slapped Wu Mo away with a palm, interrupting his movements.

Chapter 159 Fu Qing's Choice

"Fu Qing, are you going to stop me?"

Wu Mo looked at Fu Qing coldly.

"I have to stop you today!"

Fu Qing said with a serious face.

"How can you be so insane! Use a city of people to make alchemy! That's tens of thousands..."

Suddenly, Fu Qing's voice stopped.

He seemed to have thought of something, and his face was cloudy and uncertain.

"You...you tell me, the tens of thousands of people who disappeared in the Heavenly Sword Sect were sacrificed by my junior brother Fang Mo to make alchemy!!"

Fu Qing's voice trembled a little.

"So what, it's just some ants, it's their honor to be refined into pills by the young master!"

Wu Mo's gaze was faintly tinged with fanaticism.

"Hehe...hehe..."

Fu Qing staggered a bit.

"I didn't expect that inhumane monster to be my junior brother..."

"Two cities...that's nearly 30 people!! He... how did he do it!!"

The veins on Fu Qing's neck bulged, and he roared angrily.

He has always known that Fang Mo has a cruel heart and will use any means to achieve his goals, and he once admired Fang Mo very much.

Because in the world of practice, the weak eat the strong, as a demon cultivator, you should have such a mind.

However, he never expected that Fang Mo could do anything to those mortals!

And it's still inhumane to make a pill!

Is this still magic?

This is simply a bloodthirsty maniac!

Fu Qing couldn't accept it for a while.

Wu Mo looked at Fu Qing's crazy appearance, sneered, and said lightly:

"Don't you think your current appearance is ridiculous? The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, is an eternal law."

"Just like yourself, if you hadn't destroyed Pei Kun's five-element corpse, would you dare to take a step out of Sifang City now?"

Wu Mo glanced at Fu Qing contemptuously,

"You don't dare, you will just hide in Sifang City tremblingly like a tortoise."

"It's different!"

Fu Qing retorted loudly.

"Why is it different?! You are hiding in Sifang City because you are weak! You are able to abolish Pei Kun because you are strong!"

"In the world of practice, the strong are respected! As long as you can become stronger, it's okay to sacrifice some ants!"

Wu Mo looked indifferent.

"Wu Mo, I won't argue with you, but today I will never let you use people from this city to make alchemy!"

After Fu Qing finished speaking, the tyrannical aura of the third level of Yuan Zhejing came out instantly.

Wu Mo looked straight at Fu Qing without changing his face, and said slowly, "You have thought it through."

"Never promise!"

Fu Qing said firmly.

"it is good."

Wu Mo nodded his head, and then he drove the golden cloud boat to slowly fall towards the ground.

Seeing this scene, Fu Qing felt relieved, they were all friends, and he didn't want to fight Wu Mo.

On the ground, Wu Mo slowly put away the Jin Yunzhou with no expression on his face.

"Wu Mo, different ways don't conspire with each other, let's just leave now."

Fu Qing cupped his fists and released his flying weapon.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Fu, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

Suddenly, a voice like a silver bell came from behind.

Fu Qing was startled and turned around to look.

A petite girl with a beautiful face and a pink streamer skirt smiled at him not far away.

"Junior Sister Yi!"

Fu Qing was full of surprise.

He didn't understand why Yi Shui'er appeared here.

Just when Fu Qing was puzzled, there were dull footsteps coming from one side.

Fu Qing hurriedly turned his head to look, only to see a burly man with a figure like a hill walking slowly with heavy steps.