Master!

These two words clearly echoed in Dongfang Mo's mind. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at the corpse in a Taoist robe kneeling in front of him, he only felt that his mind was blank, as if he had lost the ability to think.

After about seven or eight breaths, Dongfang Mo was in a shock and could not recover.

"This ...... This senior, Xiaodao Dongfang Mo, dared to ask the senior what advice he had. ”

After a long time, he settled down and spoke.

"Wuweizi knocks on the master!"

However, as soon as Dongfang Mo's voice fell, the corpse in front of him palmed his hands on the ground, and kowtowed him three times.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo was even more stunned, and his body shrank back unconsciously.

This is called the corpse of Wu Weizi, but with the cultivation of the Divine Journey Realm, he is just a small Ning Dan Realm cultivator, how can he be the master of this person.

However, he had an intuition in his heart that this Wuwei son definitely had something to do with the Sanqing Ancestor.

When he was in the cave blessed land of Taiyi Dao Palace, he got the inheritance of the natal technique of the ancestor of the Three Qing Dynasty. It can be said that his three-stone technique, as well as the natal stone in his body, are all given by the ancestor of the Sanqing Dynasty.

Maybe that's why this person calls himself that.

This can also explain why he can get the things in the tray in his hands, but the red-faced man and the transparent little snake cannot.

So now it seems that there is a good chance that this Wuwei son is a disciple of the Sanqing Ancestor.

But even if Dongfang Mo guessed some reasons, he didn't dare to make any excessive moves. I only heard him clear his throat and say, "The seniors should have misunderstood, the Xiaodao is just a first-order casual cultivation, not a senior master." ”

To his words, the bones of Wuweizi were as if they had not been heard, but continued to take care of themselves:

"A wisp of Wuweizi's remnant soul was able to survive and guard this place, just to protect the master's spells and the master's magic weapons. Now that the mission is complete, even if he never enters reincarnation, the disciple will die without regrets. ”

"In the dark, I only wish that the master will step on all races, kill all the demons, slaughter all the Buddhas, raise the prestige of my Daomen, become the ancestor of my Daomen, and stand on the top of the sky."

After speaking, without waiting for Dongfang Mo to speak, a pure divine soul fluctuation on Wuweizi's body suddenly diffused and shrouded him.

Dongfang Mo was still confused, but for some reason, when the sentence "stepping on all races, killing all demons, slaughtering all Buddhas, raising the prestige of my Daomen, becoming the ancestor of my Daomen, and standing on the top of the sky" echoed in his mind, he only felt that his mind was "buzzing" and became blank.

Immediately, the blood in his body boiled and flowed, and an invisible momentum swept away from him.

In just this moment, he stood up with a hula, and the blue-green spiritual root in his body instantly turned inky, and then the aura on his body began to climb steadily.

"Bang!"

Under this momentum, the tattered Taoist robe was torn apart by the shock, and the hairpin on his head was also broken, making his black hair windless and automatic.

Dongfang Mo's slender body is as tall as a demon god, as if it can hold up a piece of heaven and earth.

What's even more incredible is that the silent shriveled lotus seed in his body shook suddenly, and a surging medicinal power erupted from it, submerging into his dantian.

And his body, like a sea of rivers, swept the aura around him, swallowing it like a whirlwind and clouds.

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

Every time Dongfang Mo's body shook, his aura would climb a lot.

When his body shook nine times, his cultivation had reached the middle stage of the Ning Dan Realm, and he had a tendency to move towards the late stage.

In this process, the injuries on his body and the lack of mana recovered in an instant, reaching an unprecedented peak state.

But just when his heart was surging, on the body of Wuweizi who was kneeling at his feet, the fluctuation of the divine soul that enveloped him suddenly weakened, and then slowly disappeared.

At the same time, the lotus in his body fell silent again, and the aura that swept around him also calmed down.

Dongfang Mo's surging momentum finally stopped.

"Hoo ......"

He heard a faint sigh that came from Wu Weizi's body, as if he had collapsed.

At this time, he realized that if the breath of Wuweizi was absent, a wisp of his remnant soul was about to dissipate between heaven and earth.

Dongfang Mo didn't know why this scene happened, but he almost subconsciously stretched out his hand, and the demon suppression diagram in his palm appeared, and he put his palm on the heavenly spirit in front of him.

Wu Weizi did not resist, and then he saw a black light, and from his heavenly spirit, he was sucked into the palm of Dongfang Mo into the demon suppression map.

In that black light, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a resolute face, about thirty years old. This Taoist priest has dark skin and a short beard. But now his eyes are closed, and he doesn't know life or death.

After Wu Weizi's divine soul submerged into Dongfang Mo's palm to suppress the demons, for some reason, the hundreds of Ning Dan Realm demon souls let out a hysterical scream of horror, and then burst back like a snake and scorpion, unwilling to make contact with it.

Dongfang Mo turned a blind eye to this, he placed this person's divine soul in the deepest part of the Demon Suppression Diagram, and raised it with the temperature of the Demon Soul.

"Poof!"

At this moment, the bones of Wuweizi in front of him suddenly made a soft sound, including the robe, the dust, and all of Wuweizi's belongings, all of which turned into powder. Under a light wind, the bones completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Dongfang Mo looked at the demon suppression map in his palm in a daze, and when the demon suppression map gradually disappeared under the skin, he slowly put down his palm.

At this moment he stood still and closed his eyes.

The sentence "stepping on all races, killing all demons, slaughtering all Buddhas, raising the prestige of my Daomen, becoming the ancestor of my Daomen, and standing on the top of the sky" has been echoing in his heart, and it has not been erased for a long time.

It took a full hour for Dongfang Mo's mind to slowly calm down from the shock brought to him by this sentence.

When he slowly opened his eyes, there was an indescribable complexity in his eyes.

Only he knows best that he is not the master that this Wuweizi said at all, he is just a small casual cultivator. And letting him step on all races, slay demons and slay Buddhas, is a bit ethereal and unrealistic for him.

For this Taoist priest called Wuweizi, Dongfang Mo only felt a little dreamy about this creation for him.

After a long time, I saw him clasp his hands into fists and bow to the void.

The salute lasted for more than ten breaths before he straightened up.

At this time, Dongfang Mo breathed a long sigh of relief, and his mind completely returned to reality, all of which he would only regard as an opportunity for himself.

After coming back to his senses, he immediately thought of something, and looked at a pile of broken blue ice slag not far away, and then walked quickly.

But when he approached, he found that the old man's storage bag had also been turned into blue ice, and then shattered into seven or eight pieces.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo was a little sad, it was the storage bag of the Infant Realm monk, there must be good things in it, but now it was ruined.

After a moment's hesitation, he looked at the hall he was in. Then he walked towards the apse, wandering around every corner of the main hall.

In about a quarter of an hour, he was back where he was. I didn't expect that a huge hall would be empty, nothing.

Dongfang Mo touched his chin, this time he swept directly towards the outside of the main hall, and soon disappeared in front of him.

Along the way, he saw many traces of fighting techniques, which were obviously left by the Nether Fairy and others before.

Dongfang Mo didn't dare to stay, and after a while, he came to the place where the three forks in the road converged, and then he continued to move forward.

But when he finally returned to the stone platform on the cliff, his steps staggered.

Just because in front of him, there was a figure lying on his stomach, it was a strong man with a huge gourd on his back, this person was the red-faced man who was called the old monster of the blood gourd by the Nether Fairy.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo's expression changed greatly. Although he now had the mid-stage cultivation of the Ning Dan Realm, and the spiritual root was still in a state of mutation, he knew that even so, he could not be this person's opponent.

It's just that to his surprise, the red-faced man is lying on the ground, motionless, not knowing whether he is alive or dead.

With Dongfang Mo's cautious character, it was naturally impossible to take the liberty of stepping forward, only to see him flick his fingers.

With a bang, a green leaf shot out. Immediately, I saw that the green leaves easily submerged into this person's waist.

Dongfang Mo frowned, and shook off the dust with his arm rotation.

"Huh!"

The dust elongated and wrapped the man's body, and he flipped it over so that it was facing up.

At this time, Dongfang Mo saw that the face of the red-faced man was scorched black, and he couldn't see his facial features for a long time.

Dongfang Mo was no stranger to the scorched black marks on his face, and he knew that it should be the Heavenly Netherworld Infant Fire from the Netherworld Fairy.

It seems that this person is indeed dead, and he does not believe that a Infant Transformation Realm monk would use such a method to deal with him.

Thinking of this, his face showed a hint of ecstasy, and then he stepped forward and bowed, first put away the huge gourd on this person's body, and unceremoniously pulled out his storage bag and hung it on his waist.

After searching the red-faced man's body for a while, Dongfang Mo finally took off a ring-shaped jade pendant from his neck.

This jade pendant is carved with a dragon with a head biting its tail, the shape is a little strange, and after looking at it for a while, he put this thing into the storage bag casually.

After a moment's heaviness, he waved his hand and rolled the body of the red-faced man into the black cloth bag around his waist. In the next moment, the black cloth bag vibrated and a low insect chirp came from it.

At this point, Dongfang Mo's figure flickered and stepped on the straight iron cable.

At this time, he could smell a faint fragrance, needless to say, left by the Nether Fairy.

This woman's body exploded into plasma under the blow of Wu Weizi, but her Yuan Ying escaped.

Before I thought about it, the red-faced man probably met this woman here, and Dongfang Mo guessed that the two had a big fight, and finally the red-faced man was killed by the Netherworld Fairy.

Because if this person had been killed by the Nether Fairy and the Old Man of the Netherworld, his storage bag would not have been his turn to collect it.

And he also guessed that the Netherworld Fairy was only left with Yuan Ying, and after killing this person, because he was worried that Wu Weizi, who had the cultivation of the Divine Journey Realm, would chase him, so he was so frightened that the woman didn't even dare to put away the storage bag, so she continued to flee.

Dongfang Mo thought about it for a while, if it was him, I am afraid he would not dare to stay here for even one more breath.

So now it seems that the probability of this woman staying on the road to intercept him should be very small.

But having said that, he was extremely careful along the way in case anything unexpected.

Soon, he was back to the other side of the cliff through the iron lock, and saw the passage of stone steps in front of him.

Dongfang Mo's figure was a flower, and he rushed towards the passage, disappearing into the passage in the blink of an eye. After a while, he finally came to the position of the broken Four Elephant Array.

He didn't run into any trouble along the way, and when he arrived, he reached out and grabbed a palm-sized four-cornered flag from his storage bag.

When he joined forces with Qing Mulan at the Qingling Monument, he once killed an elder of the Great Perfection of the Xuanji Gate Ning Dan Realm, and this person's storage bag fell into his hands. Dongfang Mo only had a foundation building period of cultivation, so he couldn't open it, until after he broke through the Ning Dan Realm, it took him several days to finally forcibly break the small formation on the storage bag, thus opening the person's storage bag.

And the small four-cornered flag in his hand was the thing in the storage bag of the Xuanji Gate elder.

These four-cornered flags are called the Tuxing Banner, and as the name suggests, they can be used to travel through the earth.

Dongfang Ink Mana was instigated to inject into the four-cornered small flag, and then his body flickered, and he dodged and disappeared into a rock wall on his side.