A year later. In Wang Mo's cultivation, he sat upright. His brow furrowed suddenly. His face suddenly tightened. Then the face turned pale.

But look at his face is red and white. He jumped to his feet with a bulge of green veins on his forehead. Apparently restricted.

Half an hour later. Wang Mo slowly opened his eyes. Exhale a mouthful of cloudy air. Muttered: "It's too hanging!"

When I was just practicing. He only felt his body. A sharp pain for no apparent reason. Almost enchanted him.

But God knows how to search. But there are no clues.

Then the complexion darkened. Eyes twinkle. Finally, he gritted his teeth fiercely. Suddenly slapped the storage bag.

There was a chill in the air. I saw a cloud of darkness appear. This is the Demon Pocket.

There was a black mist on it. His hoarse and shrill voice came out: "Mo Tong." What can I do for Ben?"

"Demon spirits. Use your special abilities. Take a look. Is there any special prohibition on me?" Wang Mo's eyes froze.

A black mist surged above the Demon Spirit's pocket. Seems a little hesitant. But he still replied, "Good!"

"Come on!" Wang Mo said in a deep voice.

But in his heart. But it's about prevention. Always ready to run. As long as the Demon Spirit Pocket dares to move. He obliterated his own wisdom.

Hearing this, the demon spirit pocket spread. Slowly attached to Wang Mo. There is a strange wave on it. Can't tell you how strange it is.

Wang Mo felt a chill. His brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't say much. Just quietly wait for its results.

After the tea ceremony. The Demon Pocket flickered in the dark. Appeared in front of the Ink King.

"How is it?" Wang Mo said slightly nervously.

"You do have a special ban. Now only magic can repair big damage. If only it could eat more flesh pills. Maybe I can help you get rid of it!" replied the Demon Pocket.

Hearing this, Wang Mo's eyes flashed. "Do you know what the ban is?"

However, he did not talk about what he said about eating the flesh and blood of Neidan. Apparently not believing in demons.

"The ban is specific to the human meridians. It attacks about every six years. Every time it gets stronger. With your current physical strength. You can do it up to ten times. Nail time!" Demon Pocket explained.

Listen to it. Wang Mo took it back. His face sank.

He had speculated before. The old man's hallucinations framing him were forbidden. It's impossible not to do anything else.

This time the demon spirit said. Let him confirm his suspicions.

Think about it. There is still a year to go back to the Qingyu Sect. Two years later, Langya's secret environment opened. Apparently, the old man was plotting something in their midst.

with its achievements. Wang Mo's secret must be seen. That's also the point. In order to prohibit the control of him. What I saw was Wang Mo's rare competition in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

And what it's drawing. This must be very dangerous.

This must be based on the terrible achievements of the mysterious old man. on the mainland. There was little to impress him.

Think about it. Wang Mo exhaled slightly. As long as there is time. He can figure out how to deal with this.

"It's time to go back!" said Wang Moxin.

Even if there is still a year left before the agreed time. But he didn't want to wait until that day to come back.

God knows this hidden ban from me. Probably because he didn't come back. He was moved. That would be another crime.

......

Half a month later. Wang Mo brandished the sword. All the way out of the ancient Long Mountain.

As it gets closer and closer to the Clan Gate. On his way to the sect, he found many Tsukiji monks. Without exception, they are doing temporary repairs.

In the state of heavenly fire. There can be a family of cross-state transition matrices. There are only three gates, namely the Jingqi Gate, the Qing Dynasty Jade Gate, and the Chinese Lumen. Because in all three cases, God has changed dramatically. This is also the most basic condition for establishing a transstate transmission array.

I didn't deal with these loose repairs. Wang Mo was determined to go to the Jade Emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

Only on this road. There was no calm he had hoped for.

When he was halfway through his trip. Several numbers suddenly appeared in front. Wang Mo had to stop and avoid the light. He looked at a few people and said, "I don't know how many Taoist friends have stopped me." Why?"

"Huh. Tao, you went to Yu Qingzong?" said one of the middle-aged men.

"Yes. The next step is to go to Yu Qingzong!" Wang Mo said with a flickering look in his eyes.

"It's a coincidence. I'm still waiting for the four of them to go to the Qingyu Sect. Why don't you let me go with you?" the middle-aged man laughed.

Only his voice just fell. The three people behind him were faintly scattered. It was used to surround Wang Mo.

"There's no need. I'm used to being alone. If nothing happens. Next!" Wang Mo frowned. And then said.

"Hey, hey. I'm waiting to kindly invite fellow Daoists. Why do Taoist friends turn people away?" The middle-aged man smiled and said: Only the face is cold.

The other three are nearby. There are faint fluctuations in the body.

Wang Mo saw that these people were not good. But he didn't want anything to happen at this point. "I am a disciple of Yu Qingzong's Huo Yunfeng. This trip is to go back to the ancestral gate to restore life. I'm not going to talk to your friends!"

After speaking. At the feet of a small green sword. Escape the light together. Leave.

The middle-aged man saw this. He winked at the other three. One by one, they offered sacrifices to the gods. Wang Mo was contained. "It's the elder brother of Qingyu Sect," he said. I'm just making friends!"

"Hmph. Die!" There is a hint of evil in these people. Apparently killed many monks. Then pay attention to a few people. Now look at them in action. Wang Mo snorted coldly secretly.

Suddenly, his right hand waved rapidly. He saw five gold rings that looked like streamers. Hit four people.

A high-pitched magical voice came from the air. It made several people in a trance.

In the fear of several people. The green forest sword under Wang Mo's feet. There was a whoosh. It turned into a sword of several feet. A monk is minced in the snow. All over the day.

The middle-aged man. Of the four, the highest score was achieved. It is to lay the foundation for future achievements. After a trance. Then reacted. Just saw a scene like this.

The color immediately changed with fear. She didn't care about anything else. Boost your strength. One by one, they sacrificed their spiritual equipment. But he didn't have the idea of fighting with Wang Mo. Turn around and run away.

In the past, several of them had seen Wang Mo alone. He will be killed here. In order to own its treasures. Went ashore and was kicked to the iron plate.

Han Sheng looked in the direction of the middle-aged man's escape. Wang Mo refused to let him go. A Little Ring. Cover it. Disturb his mind with a magical voice.

I saw the middle-aged man's brilliance flashing wildly. Even if I am on guard. However, the Lord of the Rings is too powerful. I still feel severe pain. The spirit of its own control is flawed at this time.

Wang Mo's vision is really good. Between the two cold flashes. The right hand was quickly extended. At this time, I saw a pair of real yuan giant hands that were a little blue going straight towards the middle-aged man's back.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man's shield flashed. This is because God knows the vibrations. The rain cover is unstable. Hit hard. Detain, answer, and smash. A mist of blood spat out of his mouth. Tiny internal organs fall to the ground.

The other two monks regained their senses at this point. Indescribable fear and horror in my eyes. Repeatedly shouted: "Misunderstanding." Friends misunderstood!"

Wang Mo didn't leave a hand. The boots under your feet sparkled. After taking to the skies, they chased after them.

In flight. Point to the Lord of the Rings. A loud roar covered both heads. This Lord of the Rings is designed to harm the mind and knowledge. Before the four of them hit the road.

But only three of the four were monks from the mid-Tsukiji period. The tallest are middle-aged. Even he can't carry the Ring. Two Tsukiji monks. Where can I escape?

The Green Forest Sword exhibition is repeated again and again. Chop up protective treasures. Two men followed in the footsteps of the screams.

With his achievements at this time. Not to mention a couple of mid-term and a late foundation. Even if the fake brother Dan is against him. can only drink hatred on the spot.

A flash of light. Use storage bags for two people. He swept away.

The gods scattered. Look for the bag of the first person to be killed. His body trembled. Come to the middle-aged man.

"Say it. Why are you killing me?"

"Ahem!" the middle-aged man paled. Several violent coughs. A few more mouthfuls of blood were spitted out. looked at Wang Mo's eyes slightly blank. But there was no speech.

Wang Mo frowned. Light glanced at him. Then point out one point.

Then he saw a blue true element shoot into the middle-aged man's forehead. The corpse smoked. He died instantly.

Keep the storage bag in your hand. The bodies of several people were turned into flying ashes. His body was glittering. He left here.

Half a month later. When Wang Mo reappeared. It is not far from the Qingyu family.

In this half a month. Killings like this. He met several times in a row. Gradually, he also came into contact with the insider.

Langya's secret is opened. All monks know. Treasures of heaven, matter, and earth. No monk can resist temptation.

Because the place is limited. A transmission array can only carry 100 people. Because the number of operations cannot be more than three times. This family accounts for 70%. Three continents. Plus a hidden transmission array. I'm afraid there are thousands of monks going to Langya.

So these are piecemeal repairs. In order to reduce competitors. He began to stop the monks who went to the sect together.

One is to reduce competitors. Second, you can take other people's stuff.

After all, the monk who dared to go. Everything is ready. I am sure that I have all my treasures with me.

That's it. It stirred the hearts of these monks that they could only dream of.

I don't think so. They learned that Wang Mo was a monk of the Qing Dynasty. Even the murderer dared. This shows how deep the feud between the sect and Sanxiu is.

If it weren't for scattered repairs. There were also a few Great Yuan Infant Sages clinging to the clan. I'm afraid there is no place for scattered repairs on this continent.

For these people who want to kill themselves. Wang Mo showed no mercy.

The so-called killers. People will always kill them!

If his own achievements are not enough. I feared for his own fate. Not much better than these monks.

Practice until now. I am already accustomed to the cultivation of life and death. For those who dare to expose the murder to themselves. In his heart, he will surely die.