The family is leaving. You won't allow it. ”

looked at the little monk named Yang Chong fixedly. Suddenly, Wang Mo exhaled. For the sake of the face of the multitude. Turn to a middle-aged monk. Avenue of Light.

"Let... Get out of the way. ”

The middle-aged monk looked a little sluggish. seemed to be intimidated by Wang Mo's gaze. Replied unconsciously. I just don't know who it's talking to.

Several people heard this. glanced at the middle-aged monk with a slight suspicion. Then it crossed over Wang Mo. But there is nothing more to say.

Don't delay any longer. Wang Mo's body moved. Lift your feet and walk towards the exit.

When he passed by that middle-aged monk. The man's body suddenly moved. A terrifying chill suddenly erupted in his eyes. The palm of his hand was wrapped in a cloud of ice-blue mana. Inside. Glimpses. A pair of gloves covered with sharp barbs glistened.

The middle-aged monk suddenly rushed out. I don't know at all. He would shoot suddenly. Think about what it used to be. Apparently, the man was pretending.

Seeing that he was about to hit Wang Mo's shoulders with both hands. The cold mountain in the eyes of the middle-aged monk turned into excitement. But the next moment. It turned into endless fear.

Because of his hands. Wang Mo's shoulder was grabbed. But then a worn. The body involuntarily moves forward. A thought flashed through my mind: "Ghost." ”

"Big ......"

The people around were all staring at Wang Mo a little unwillingly. At this time, I only felt a flower in front of me. Two figures suddenly appeared. And one of them turned out to be when the middle-aged monk returned. Detention makes them scream loudly.

But the next moment. Everyone's voice. It was as if something was stuck in my throat. Saw something incredible. For a while, I couldn't say anything more.

The original appearance of rushing forward. And they live where they are.

Especially before yelling at Wang Mo. A middle-aged monk stopped him. A little monk named Yang Chong. The whole body trembled violently.

And the middle-aged monk. When we realize that we are shooting a remnant of a shadow. I know it's not good. Subconsciously, one has to activate one's own magic. Protects the whole body. But the next moment. He felt a tightness in the back of his neck. Then there was a pain in the meridians of the whole body. The mana of the body is like losing consciousness. There are no more transfers.

No matter how hard he tries. until the meridians are extremely painful. There was no movement either.

"Why? You want to kill me. ”

Gently squeeze it into the middle-aged monk's hand. Slowly pull closer. Wang Mo slowly leaned down. Staring into his terrified eyes. Avenue of Light.

"Friend is wrong... No, no, no. The elders misunderstood. i... i... I just ......"

The middle-aged monk's face was covered in cold sweat. Falling like raindrops. Even if the body is locked up. Still the body trembled like a sunken ship.

Nothing to say. In its fear-filled eyes. Slowly reach out of your right palm. Golden arcs crackled above. A loud bang fell on his head.

"Whew. ”

The middle-aged monk cried as if he had been punched. Crying of sorrow again and again. The limbs trembled incessantly. Exposed skin above. The ribs bulged out.

But in an instant. The screaming will stop. The eyes are full of dull colors. It's as if he doesn't know anything.

Four other people saw such a scene. I don't know what it's doing. As a Master of Jade. They are not without it.

But at first they were directed at someone else. Although it is not on himself at this time. But that's their leader.

The four men looked at each other. Slight movement of the body shape. It seems like getting out of here. But for a moment. Then the body shook and stopped moving. One after another, they put their heads aside. Look elsewhere. Cold sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Because at this time. Even though they looked at each other. But from the corner of his eye. It did not disappear from the sight of this terrible man. Give yourself a shot. Immediately make them give up the idea of escaping.

You know. When they searched for the souls of low-ranking monks. But I've never had the idea of being too focused. This is the height of the repair. Search for the soul of the monk Jaydan Chochen. Still watching them in the dark.

Wang Mo slowly withdrew his eyes. As the four of them thought. If the ordinary Yuan Infant brother. I'm looking for a soul of Jaydan Drochen. There can be no more distractions.

But Wang Mo is not an ordinary Yuan Ying monk. His divine knowledge is far beyond the same level. In addition, the self-reflection techniques he practiced were not ordinary ones. But he traveled in the field of magic, and even the income from all these years. An extremely deep self-reflection technique.

Burst.

After a cup of tea. It looks like the search is over. Wang Mo casually threw the man to the ground. The apparent disappointment was fleeting. He immediately lifted his foot forward.

"A lot... Thank you... Thank you very much for your kindness. ”

The middle-aged monk gasped for a few breaths. The pale face leads to God very slowly. looked at Wang Moyuan's figure. Soon, the strong and self-reliant prostrate on the ground and kowtowed.

Wang Mo walked far. It seems to be heard. It's like a meal that suddenly comes to mind what shape it is. The head is slightly curled.

Such a scene fell in the eyes of the four people. The body shuddered. I think Wang Mo should do something to them. Without hesitation, he knelt down. Begging for forgiveness.

"Be a good person. ”

I do not know. Terrible people. Let's just say these four simple words. The body flash will disappear.

Oh!

It's been a while. Until Wang Mo disappeared. A few heavy gasps were heard. Several people appear to have been evacuated. Deng Shi involuntarily sat on the ground.

The crowd looked at each other for a moment. They looked at each other in horror. They both saw happiness in each other's eyes. They already know. The other party is the hidden yuan baby Johnson. It's an extremely scary kind.

About the search for the soul of a middle-aged monk. It seems very scary. But it didn't hurt him. This requires profound achievement. What a terrible control.

Today's event. If you meet someone with a bad temper. Even if it's an ordinary Yuanying brother. I'm afraid it's not good.

Father.

The middle-aged monk. He slapped himself hard. His face was full of regret. This is also to wake up the head that is still aching.

The crowd looked him in the eye. Although there is a hint of reproach. But he didn't say much. After all, middle-aged monks also take care of them all the way. The situation at that time. It is possible for anyone to do it.

They're just happy. The middle-aged monks did not shout, they were surrounded by them. If yes. I'm afraid this is another case.

Father.

Another crisp slap rang out. The time came to everyone's surprise. It makes them look.

I saw that the little monk named Yang Chong had swollen cheeks. However, it was hard to hide the regret on his face. Then work on the left and right sides. He slapped himself several times in a row.

Seeing his cheeks bulge. The corners of the mouth are bleeding. This is enough to see the bad faith.

We don't need to be asked what's going on. In their surprised eyes. Yang was in a tumbling and crawling frenzy. Run as fast as you can to the entrance of the cave.

"Teacher... Teacher ......"

In the eyes of everyone's astonishment and inexplicability. Yang Ran appeared outside the door again. He howled wildly. This seems particularly hysterical.

The four men looked at each other. They all quickly got up and rushed at them. He stopped the corpse that was about to wash away. Hand in hand. Girdle. I'm afraid he'll do anything else.

Yang said in a deep voice. Yang Chong. You need to stay awake. ”

The middle-aged monk. Resist the discomfort in your heart. He shook Yang's heavy shoulders vigorously and shouted.

"Teacher... I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Chong'er was wrong. ”

Yang Chongluo was fascinated. Muttering. The struggling body also stopped.

The four men looked at each other. I don't know what to do now. If it's because of that terrorist. Yang was so frightened that he couldn't possess his body. This is ridiculous.

After all, no matter how heavy Yang is, what's the matter. He was also a mid-period monk of the Yudan. Richer in qualifications than those who study geniuses. Although the heart is slightly worse. But it won't be such a blow.

You know. The middle-aged monk had just undergone a terrifying soul search. It's just pain in my heart.

But Ruyang shouted in a deep mouth. Terrorist. This is really his "teacher". This is even more nonsense.

Among the monks. Basically, they are matched by masters and disciples. Where have they heard the word "teacher".

The four of them froze slightly. He persuaded Yang Chong. Pull and pull out of this place.

Five people who are lost in the spirit. But it was not found. After he left. A green shadow flashed in the room. The one who scares them. Appear in front of you again.

"Ahh

Look at four people. The shadow disappeared into the mountain clouds. Wang Mo shook his head slightly. As if a sigh was issued.

This sigh. Seems disappointed. There seems to be nothing that can be done. It's like saying goodbye.

More than 200 years ago. Flashes in my head. I couldn't help but have a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

Although at first. The little monk was not recognized. But when the middle-aged monk called his name. Wang Mo couldn't help but take a look.

Take a closer look. only to find out what he looked like. Blurred overlap with children who were seven or eight years old at the time. I didn't recognize it until now. This is the first time Yang Chongzheng has entered the state of heavenly fire. Hidden in Aoyamabo City. Yang's son, Cai Wu.

When he was recovering from his injury. He had taught Yang scales for several years. Although Yang expected Wang Mo to accept his son as a disciple. But Wang Mo is still in danger. Where can I receive discipleship?

Even now. With its achievements, it has already gained a place in the field of farming. No one has ever been obsessed with receiving disciples. Not to mention that year.

Although he was not accepted as a disciple. But according to human etiquette. He was accepted as a student. In proportion to the teacher and the student.

Teach him at the time. He made "being a good man" his first credo.

Surprisingly. I haven't seen it in over 200 years. Things have changed. In those days, the little ones had some success in their studies. Heart's surname has also changed.

Searching for the soul. Let Wang Mo take a look. The young man was successful. Teenagers with extraordinary aptitude. After getting to know these people. What did he do?

This young man is very qualified. From Wang Mo's point of view. It's been more than 200 years. From a low-level loose cultivator. Until today. It's also very special.

Although only from the middle-aged monk smitten. I just saw what happened after they met. The most important thing about this young man is that he is very qualified. Somewhat frivolous. He bullies others. I've done a lot of robberies. I've never done anything like this before. I'm afraid Wang Mo wants to kill him on the spot.

As for the middle-aged monks, there are a few people. Wang Mo really can't afford to kill. Search for your soul. Enough to leave a shadow in his heart. Whether we can move forward remains a question.

I didn't recognize him. And that's just the end of it.

I want to see through it all. Wang Mo saw several people disappear again. He turned and walked away. Don't look back at the building above.