After the blue light wrapped in a few items fell on Yang Mo's hand, Yang Mo took a look and found that there were three things.

The first one is a porcelain vase, which looks ordinary and inconspicuous.

The second is a pitch-black wooden sword, which is pitch-black but full of aura.

The third was a golden cloak, made of feathers piecemeal, and it was unknown what it was used for.

"Yang Mo, in that porcelain bottle is the Shou Yuan Pill that I refined before, after taking it in the realm of Yun Shen, it can increase the Shou Yuan by fifty years, and all six pills are left for you, but only the first pill of this medicine is effective."

Just as Yang Mo was looking at the things in his hand, Lu Qingzhuo spoke up to explain to him.

Originally, he just wanted to use the thousand-year-old tree heart to refine the elixir, but now he got six pills at once, which happened to be distributed to Yan Chixia and the others.

"That black wood sword is made of peach wood that has been slashed by heavenly thunder, which can strengthen the power of the Dao law, and it is a magic weapon for your senior brother Zhiqiu."

Hearing this, Yang Mo hurriedly handed the peachwood sword in his hand to Zhiqiu Yiye.

"The last thing is for you, it is a treasure inherited from my Kunlun martial vein, no one can use it in the Tianhuo Pavilion for hundreds of years, and the specific method of sacrifice and refinement, your second master will naturally teach you."

Speaking of this, Lu Qingzhuo's body gradually turned into a green rainbow and flew towards the top of Jietian Peak.

At the same time, there was also a spiritual transmission to the hearts of Yang Mo and Zhiqiu Yiye.

"As a teacher, you have to retreat for 20 years to stabilize your cultivation, and I can't teach you this time, so you must not slack off on the way to cultivation."

Three months later, next to the waterfall pool in the Gray Mist Forest, there were a few more wooden houses.

In front of the wooden house, Xia Ling'er was teasing the dissatisfied Cangya, while Yan Chixia was practicing swordsmanship alone.

After a few of them killed the tree demon grandmother last time, Lanruo Temple gradually became inhabited by many monks who traveled on their feet, and it became lively.

Yan Chixia likes to be quiet, so she moved out of Lanruo Temple and lived in the place where Yang Mo was in retreat.

At the waterhole not far from the two of them, Yang Mo was running the True Martial Zang Yan with both hands, refining the golden cloak that Lu Qingzhuo had given him.

Since Lu Qingzhuo's retreat, Yang Mo returned to this place in order to give Yan Chixia Shou Yuan Dan.

In the afternoon and evening, Xia Ling'er was about to call Yang Mo to dinner, but saw a sudden thunder in Yang Mo's hands.

Immediately after, a pair of wings formed by golden thunder suddenly spread out from Yang Mo's hands, and then rushed into the sky as soon as they flew away.

Looking at the pair of thunder wings in the night sky galloping like lightning, Yang Mo said with joy on his face: "The sacrifice is finally over." ”

As he spoke, his hands were turned towards the sky, and the wings made of thunder suddenly swooped down, crashing into him in Xia Ling'er's exclamation.

After waiting for the thunder light to dissipate, Yang Mo, who appeared in everyone's eyes, had already put on a golden cloak.

The cloak was woven with metal like a feather, and while emitting this golden rumor, there were also golden thunderbolts from time to time.

"Thundercloud Golden Wing, according to legend, is refined with the feathers of the ancient Golden Winged Dapeng, and it has the unfathomable power of ghosts and gods."

Yang Mo touched the cloak on his shoulder, recalling the information that Lei Yang had told him about this thundercloud golden wing.

However, because the Kunlun Martial Vein had been cut off for too long, even Lei Yang, who managed the Heavenly Fire Pavilion, did not know much about the specific abilities of this treasure.

Lei Yang just explained his method of sacrifice and refinement, and then let him explore it himself.

"Then I'll try it myself!"

Yang Mo said, the golden cloak behind him suddenly opened, and immediately turned into a pair of wings composed of golden thunder.

In the surprised eyes of Yan Chixia and Xia Ling'er, as soon as the wings of this thunderbolt fluttered, Yang Mo rushed into the night sky like a golden thunderbolt.

The golden thunder sped rapidly in the sky, and from time to time made some sharp refraction turns that exceeded common sense, so fast that people could only see a golden afterimage.

While galloping, Yang Mo's heart suddenly moved, and he swooped down towards the ground, and the Moxue Sword in his hand appeared, striking at the mountains and forests in the distance.

Originally, the sword light of his Moxue Sword was as black as ink, but after the Moxue Sword slashed out this time, in addition to the pitch-black sword light that was several zhang long, there was even a layer of golden thunder light.

Under the blessing of this thunder light, he did not use any tricks, but swept a scorch mark more than ten zhang long on the ground.

In the past, even if he operated the True Martial Zang Yan and used Izumo Break or Qianjun at the same time, he would not have been able to cause such great damage.

However, although this thundercloud golden wing was powerful, but when this sword went down, he felt that his true qi was suddenly reduced by half.

For a while, he couldn't even maintain the flight of the thundercloud golden wings, and he fell straight from the sky.

After a while, a somewhat disgraced Yang Mo walked back from the woods.

Seeing Yang Mo coming back, Xia Ling'er stepped forward and asked with concern, "Childe, you don't matter, right?" ”

Yang Mo waved his hand and said, "It's not in the way, it's just that this thundercloud golden wings consume too much true qi." ”

Yan Chixia next to her nodded: "Brother Yang, I'm afraid this thing is not a magic weapon at all, maybe it's a magic weapon passed down by your Kunlun faction." ”

Yang Mo nodded when he heard this, and he also felt that it should be so.

The magic weapon on his body, the silver silk cloud bead, with his current strength, can be used for several hours.

But this thundercloud golden wing, he only used it for a while, and he casually used a sword to exhaust his true qi, and he was planted directly from the sky.

But looking back, if he didn't use the thundercloud golden wings to bless the attack, and just simply fly, he would probably be able to use it for a while longer.

"Childe, why is your cloak missing?"

Xia Ling'er wandered around Yang Mo, wanting to see where the golden cloak was.

When Yang Mo heard this, he lifted the clothes that were hung on his body, and a golden wing tattoo on his back was very conspicuous.

The magic weapon used by this cultivator, if the sacrifice is successful, can be attached to a person's body like a Moxue sword, and it does not need to be manifested all the time.

In the afternoon of the next day, Yang Mo, who had recovered all his true qi, was preparing to practice flying with thundercloud golden wings again.

But as soon as he turned the golden-winged tattoo into a cloak, he heard a wolf howl suddenly from the gray mist forest.

After this wolf howl, Cangya, who was lying quietly next to him, stood up suddenly, and looked towards the gray mist forest with green eyes.

"Cangya, did someone break in?"

Xia Ling'er was the most familiar with Cangya, and when she saw Cangya moving, she knew that there was a problem.

Someone had broken into the Grey Mist Forest before, and the place where they had lived in seclusion was a reflection of this.

"Go and bring the people back."

As soon as Yang Mo gave the order, Cangya jumped into the dense fog of the dense forest next to him.

A moment later, they saw Cangya coming back with two people on his back, one of whom was the scholar Ning Caichen.

As for the other, it is a young girl who looks like the female ghost Xiaoqian.

Ning Caichen arrived next to the waterhole, and after seeing Yang Mo and the others, he was panting and calling for help.

"Young Master Yang, Brother Yan, it's not good! Zhiqiu Yiye, as well as Master Fu and Miss Yuechi, were all captured by a demon monk! ”