Not ......"

The white-haired old man looked at it. Face the color of regret and fear. Make a sudden sound. But apparently, it didn't stop it.

"Hmph. ”

Wang Mo's body had already taken several steps backwards. His face was slightly sunken. The same cold snort. There was a twinkle in his eyes. When the big sleeves are thrown away. The right hand is a little up.

A gleaming green-silver sword appeared. When she hummed and rustled. Countless virtual shadows suddenly appeared around him. Then countless blades of light transformed. Like raindrops. Pierce the void with a cacophony of sounds. Meet.

The corners of Wang Mo's mouth curled slightly. Turn your wrist once. The body of the Qingyun Sword Blade will recover. Then he waved his big sleeve and folded it up. The disease that suddenly flashed under the body was swept away.

Previous blow. He just faced it with his own achievements. In the middle term, Yuan Ying and Yuan Ying were at a standstill. Naturally, it is at a disadvantage.

But Wang Mo had already noticed. When the two collide. In this space, there is a slight tearing air. This is a sign of a rift in space.

Now, the top real treasures will be offered. Do all in one's power. And the other dzogchen, who is the first baby, is strong and powerful. Also murderers. These two people strongly disagreed. This is likely to lead to spatial cracks.

There is no flash at this point. When?

It's too late to tell. It was very fast. A light and shadow flashed between Wang Mo's figures and disappeared at the entrance of the cave.

Meantime. A white-haired old man and a middle-aged monk. And his face changed, and his body exploded. "Get out of here," he shouted.

The crowd heard this. Deng Shi understood why.

This is Langya Purgatory. Although I have tried this place before. Able to withstand the fluctuations of Yuan Ying Brother's true qi. But at this time of the meeting. This is not a simple monk Yuan Ying.

A great saint. A tough and unreasonable mid-term monk of Yuan Ying. The struggle between the two. If there really is a crack in the induced space. At such a close distance. When you really want to make trouble.

There is a lot of gossip.

The green and silver edges of light collide with the red edges. Suddenly, there was a sharp crash in the sky. Bright light. Straight as an arrow into the distance.

Crossfire between the two. It caused huge ripples in the surrounding space. Like a wave. Scroll through layers.

There is very low noise. As if it were blackmail. An empty place where the two intersect and collide. Suddenly, a dark gap appeared. Like an unseen, ferocious beast. Open its huge mouth that swallows nothing.

In the blink of an eye. The crack will become about 100 meters long. Then a powerful suction force swept over. The light that originally shot into the distance. At the moment, everyone seems to be having a bit of a bad time.

"Spatial rifts. ”

See a scene like this. The red-haired old man's face changed. The pupil suddenly narrows to the size of a pinpoint. Without hesitation, he turned his wrist around. Orm ran for a while. The wheel of its special treasure sank into the palm of its hand.

Meantime. The whole body suddenly erupted with a strong red glow. Crash back.

Although the cracks in this space are cracked. It is several times smaller than the spatial rifts that are common in purgatory. Or even ten times. But the pull inside. But not much weaker.

In the case of such proximity. The red-haired old man shouted, feeling a huge suction. It rushed to itself.

The face is ugly. I don't want to think about wrists. With a flash of brilliance. A red and gold emerald symbol appears. Quickly shattered with a click. Suddenly swings backwards.

Buzz. When the glory is in full swing. Behind him suddenly appeared a large group of red and gold brilliance. Then suddenly a shield of light folded into a size of hundreds of meters. Right in front of the spatial rift.

With this light barrier. The red-haired old man finally breathed a sigh of relief. But its appearance is still majestic. The brilliance of the whole body soared. A wisp of disease swept into the distance.

But only a few short breaths. He heard a rattling voice behind him. A red-haired old man swept away by a distant illness. The body trembled. The brilliance of the whole body soared again. It's also a little faster. There is a current of air in the air.

Luckily, this was within what he could afford. At one time, the disease swept through dozens of breaths. After throwing several defensive seal characters of the same level. Finally got rid of the majestic suction pull of the spatial crack.

This spatial rift came quickly. I'll be there soon. Only a dozen breaths. That is, a flash of light disappeared into the void.

But even so. The rest of the suction pull also made everyone panic. Even the red-haired old man was not as good as Monk Yuan Ying. It's all the same. The rest is conceivable.

Monk in Yuanying. One person is not good enough. As a result, it was swallowed up by a spatial rift. Not even the scum was left.

The rest. For the deceased Yuan Baby. They were all very pale. Out of breath. Rush out of the Demon Swallow Refining. He looked very weak.

A moment ago. Where spatial cracks appear. Too close to them. If it weren't for the red-haired old man's jade statue, it would have blocked a few points. I'm afraid there will be more than one person who has fallen.

"Bastard"

The red-haired old man looked at the deep valley below. It's a mess everywhere. The skin tone changed from green to white. Finally, a loud and stern condemnation.

The jade talisman he used to deal with spatial rifts. Each one is a fourth-order treasure. It is also a defensive seal character. Its preciousness can be imagined.

Even if he is Yuanying's brother Zongchen. There's definitely nothing to eat. Such a crack in space. He almost ran out. Not from the heart. Cause a little deep regret.

But the next moment. It became hideous. A cold glint flashed in his eyes. It is clear that there was a murder.

Bang!

In the hearts of all involved. It is better to mourn the death of his companion. Suddenly, there was a loud bang below.

When I looked down. In a pile of rocks. Suddenly, a figure rushed out. It was Wang Mo who used to fight with the red-haired old man.

When the dust and fog dissipate. Expose the black hole inside. Obviously, at the moment when the spatial rift appeared. He dived into the water to dodge. Nature is better than all the people in the air who don't have any foundation. It's much easier to come.

"Little bastard. Ben-san will kill you. ”

saw Wang Mo appear. The red-haired old man's eyes gleamed with cold. Loud outbursts. The pressure of the whole body rolls out. His body was trembling. But soon. Hatred and hatred flashed in your eyes.

Apparently. It thought about the consequences of doing things here. Even him. Think about it too. Is it worth it?

Wang Mo ignored it. He waved his sleeve casually. Blow away the dust floating around. Then go underground.

With a click, a stone platform appeared. Wang Mo sat cross-legged. Take out a bottle of spirits. Take a sip.

Look at him, it's me. If you want to live from now on. Leave behind the appearance of a scoundrel who buys wealth. The monks lost their minds.

There is a desire to fight with more people. But for the cracks in space that can appear at any time. It is full of endless fears.

Don't fight. Watch it be so carefree. And let all the proud Yuan Infant Sages in their hearts not get off the stage.

Not to mention. Don't look at the other party is just a mid-term repair. But I have the courage to be with Brother Yuan Ying. So don't take all the Yuanying brothers in your eyes. I don't understand where it will be. People are obviously not afraid.

In the face of such a body can not open the mouth to roll the meat. The monks are usually full of confidence. He has profound achievements. I don't know now.

"Uh......"

Seeing the back of the crowd looking at each other. They are all looking at themselves. Before that, he dissuaded the white-haired old man with red hair. I couldn't help but look stunned. Seems hesitant. Then the beard shook. The body shook and fell.

"Old Lu Huafeng. Dare to ask a friend. But Wang Mosheng,"

Walk slowly to the front. It converged in one breath. Say he doesn't have any ill will. The white-haired old man slapped his hand lightly. Asked tentatively.

"It's Wang Mo. Is there any difference?"

He's a little girl. Wang Mo raised his head slightly. Asked lightly.

"Huh. It was in the middle of Yuan Ying's life that my old Taoist friends accumulated their achievements. What's more, Ray is powerful. And you can fight with Meng Daoyou without defeat. I think Daoyou is the name of the first sage under the god of transformation - Wang Mo Daoyou. ”

Lu Huafeng and Xun smiled. looked Wang Mo up and down. Not at all, because it doesn't answer its own questions. Angry look.

"The family's real surname is Wang. Single-name ink characters. But the model you are talking about is not the name of the first saint under God. ”

Wang Mo raised his eyebrows. Still looks cool.

"Huh. Wang Daoyou is as modest and casual as a rumor. This changed the title of the first Holy One of God. From the moment I met Meng Daoyou. I can see that. Friends of the Tao are by no means pseudonyms. ”

Lu Huafeng's beard trembled. Laughing compliments.

"The first Holy One under God. This is just some people's nonsense. When it's not true. ”

Wang Mo looked at him deeply. A pair of invisible eyes. The way of ridicule.

Afterglow in the corner of the eye. The monk who was slowly falling was already in his eyes.

The red-haired old man who met him. He looked rather ugly. Middle-aged Confucian scholars and scholars around him. Also looked at him with a frown.

Judging by their response to the call of "the first holy one under God." Obviously, I don't think so.

And this Lu Huafeng's praise is simple and undisguised. Again and again they were brought up about their struggle with the red-haired old man. This is clearly an ulterior motive. I'm reminding you. Even a monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant can't beat it. What else to talk about murderers.

"Uh... Ha ha. Wang Daoyou is really an easy-going person. However, this title is jointly recommended by Tianlang City and its members. Especially nonsense. It is rare for a Taoist priest to have such a gift. Still so modest. This is truly an example for our generation. ”

Hear the words. Lu Huafeng's expression froze. Then keep a hearty smile. A hand stroked his beard. He couldn't stop praising him.

"Hmph. ”

His words did not fall. A monk in the back had already approached. A strange chill mixed with anger struck. Apparently the red-haired old man.

"Look at my last name. It's a pleasure to meet Wang Daoyou. I forgot to introduce two distant friends to Wang Daoyou. ”

Lu Huafeng's eyes narrowed slightly. Then he slapped his forehead very casually. A wry smile on his face.

Listen to it. There is a kind of admiration for Wang Mo in and out of the words. If only those who don't know could hear. I'm afraid I really think so.

However, with Yuan Ying's achievements. In the face of the complete overhaul of the god of chemistry. That's all. However, Wang Mo failed to achieve Yuan Ying's interim success. Although he has the honorific title of "the first saint under the Lord Almighty" by people with ulterior motives. It won't do that either.