Li Simiao stared at Wang Mo coldly and arrogantly, and said flatly: "The grievances between you and me should also be settled!" As she spoke, she patted the storage bag, and immediately a red snowflake appeared in her hand, and with a wave of her head, all the petals floated up one after another, and with a trace of strange power, they flew towards Wang Mo.

"What kind of magical power is this!" Wang Mo's pupils shrank, and this Zhao Zijun became Li Simiao in front of him in an instant, and with Wang Mo's cultivation and immortal sense, this is clearly the real Li Simiao, and there is no Zhao Zijun's breath.

In the face of those flying ice flaps, Wang Mo pinched the trick with his right hand, and with a slight movement in his heart, the Wuyao Sword Array suddenly approached, and the five swords formed a circle, rotating rapidly, forming a sword wind, whistling away, crushing those ice flaps alive.

Li Simiao's eyes were even more cold and arrogant, with a flick of her right hand, the ice ruins flew out, her left hand was counted lightly in front of her, and immediately these ice ruins were combined with each other, and suddenly a rune was formed, and when she pressed it, the rune immediately roared out, and when it flew out, it continued to enlarge, and finally formed the size of a hundred zhang, like a giant peak pressed towards Wang Mo.

The cold light in Wang Mo's eyes flickered, he raised his right hand and pointed to the sky, the whole sky rumbled and slashed, and a long breath of life and death spread out horizontally, and the breath of life and death was full of bloody wind and rain, under Wang Mo's finger, the entire breath of life and death was like a black and white dragon roaring, and the body of the roll immediately wrapped Li Simiao, and as soon as he pulled it down, he was going to pull his whole person into the breath of life and death.

"Immortal Heart!You actually have an Immortal Heart!" Li Simiao's eyes showed essence and said flatly.

Wang Mo snorted coldly, the breath of life and death roared, the sky darkened, and I saw that there were still bursts of thunder flashing in the breath of life and death, and under the swimming, the power of this breath of life and death was even heavier.

When Li Simiao was in crisis, his right hand pressed on his eyebrows again, this time, the yellow light flashed, enveloping the whole body, and in an instant, the yellow light dissipated, revealing a sturdy figure inside.

"Little ink..."

These two words contain strange powers, which make Wang Mo's life and death abrupt.

"Big brother..."

That sturdy figure was He Fang, he looked at Wang Mo timidly, his eyes widened, and his face showed disbelief.

"Xiaomo, the eldest brother is back! our four brothers can be together again!"

Wang Mo's eyes showed pain, and he shouted, "Enough, Zhao Zijun!"

As soon as the qi of life and death rolled, He Fang's body was immediately swept in, He Fang's eyes showed fear and incomprehension, looked at Wang Mo, left tears, and said softly: "Xiaomo, do you want to kill the eldest brother." ”

"This is fake..."Wang Mo took a deep breath, his heart was decisive, and the qi of life and death was strangled, forming a storm, rushing into He Fang's body, and he was about to completely integrate it.

At that moment, a low voice echoed.

"Mo'er..."

This voice, like a Hong Zhong, echoed in Wang Mo's body, and I saw that in the breath of life and death, he had been away from his mother for more than two hundred years, and his eyes were kind, looking at him.

Wang Mo's heart trembled.

His hands, trembling, the breath of life and death, collapsed, dissolved into nothingness, and dissipated.

"This is also false. Wang Mo's eyes showed a red glow.

"Fake... Wang Mo, under the Dao of the Ten Thousand Immortals, there are false and true!" Zhao Zijun's voice was ethereal, coming from all directions.

He Fang and Li Simiao appeared in the void, and at the same time, Wang Mo's father appeared, looking at Wang Mo with a kind gaze.

"Xiaomo, do you remember me..."Bald Yong, walking out of nothingness, at this moment, he is not the vicissitudes of middle age, but the return to the passionate youth of the year.

"Young Master, you must remember to pass on the Ten Thousand Souls Gate..."Li Muguang's old voice walked out of the void with his figure.

Immediately afterwards, one by one, one by one, people familiar with Wang Mo, one after another, came out one after another, looking at Wang Mo silently, their eyes were different, complicated, lost, joyful, sad... In the void, the blue light flickered out of thin air and turned into a woman, this woman was Ye'er!

Ye Er looked at Wang Mo, with a hint of tenderness in her eyes, and said softly: "Brother Mo, I, am I also fake..."

She stood beside Wang Mo's mother, like a mother and daughter, looking at Wang Mo calmly.

"Wanhua Immortal Dao..."Wang Mo looked at the familiar figures in front of him, his eyes showed pain, he closed his eyes, and said softly: "Wanhua Immortal Dao, like the incarnation of a heavenly god, enters the body, arouses the fire of immortals, and burns the body and mind... Zhao Zijun, what kind of hatred does the person behind you have with me, and you have to take such pains to collect my past..."

The familiar people around him, at this moment, turned into green smoke, as if ethereal, all rushed to Wang Mo and merged into his body.

Wang Mo opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, although there was pain, but he saw through everything in the world, just like a truth he realized back then, what should be dispersed, let him disperse... He raised his right hand, and on the palm of his hand, a cloud of mist floated, and this mist was melted into the green smoke in his body. His immortal soul contains the ancient thunder soul and the ghost fire of the netherworld, with the power of heaven and earth, the fire of heaven and earth, if he wants to shake his immortal spirit, this immortal path of ten thousand transformations is not enough.

Looking at the fog, Wang Mo was silent for a moment and crushed it.

"Although your cultivation has been forcibly promoted, but the understanding of the mystery is not enough, and mortals have a saying, which is called pulling out the seedlings to help grow, this is your portrayal!"

At the moment of crushing, a muffled snort came from nothingness, and then, Zhao Zijun's figure appeared in the distance, she was pale, staring at Wang Mo, with hatred in her eyes, and hissed: "It is worthy of Wang Mo, but he has a ruthless heart." ”

"It's not Wang who is ruthless, it's you!" Wang Mo's eyes unabashedly revealed a thick murderous intent.

"I have no grievances with you, but you killed my relatives, how can this be explained!" Zhao Zijun's voice was torn, swept away the previous flatness, and the hatred in her eyes became stronger.

Wang Mo frowned, and at this moment, there was doubt in his eyes, and he said calmly: "What do you mean..."

"What do you mean...... Zhao Zijun laughed, her laughter became louder and louder, and finally became endlessly vicious, she could maintain the Ten Thousand Transformation Immortal Dao to anyone, but only to the person in front of her, she couldn't maintain her mentality.

"Meaning I'm going to kill you......"

"I'm afraid you don't have the ability..."

Wang Mo's voice was not cold, but it made the surroundings instantly seem to be in winter, he stepped forward, the sword in his right hand pointed a little forward, and the river of life and death suddenly appeared.

The sky shook and thundered, and the river of life and death came out again, turning into an endless black and white dragon, merging into Wang Mo's sword fingers, and with the Qiankun fingers formed by the river of life and death, thunder rushed out from Wang Mo's sword fingers and went straight to Zhao Zijun.

Zhao Zijun stepped back, patted the storage bag, and immediately had a huge ancient mirror in his hand, this treasure was given by his father-in-law, and it was an ancient magic weapon!

This mirror stood horizontally, and a finger of life and death fell on it, making an earth-shattering sound, and at the same time, Wang Mo stepped forward, and the Wuyao Sword Array swept and fell around Zhao Zijun, and with Wang Mo's low shout, the five sword qi roared.

"The great consummation of the late stage of the pseudo-Dharma Dao, there is no immortal power but no mystery, in my eyes, even a real immortal in the middle stage of the Dharma Dao is not as good!" Wang Mo said flatly, the Qiankun killing finger in his right hand came out, and the light of thunder and fire on it echoed each other, and together with the Wuyao Sword Array, it approached Zhao Zijun.

When the sword was approaching, Zhao Zijun's complexion changed greatly, and at the moment of crisis, she bit the tip of her tongue, and when a mouthful of blood spurted out, something flew out of her mouth, which was a golden star.

As soon as this star point came out, it quickly traveled directly outside Zhao Zijun's body, and the Wuyao Sword Formation was immediately blocked, and even the life and death finger wind was also penetrated by that star.

"Five Elements Soul!" Wang Mo glanced at it coldly, with a cold glint in his eyes, and then raised it again, lightly.

"Stop! God!"

The stars were suddenly stunned, and just as he was struggling, Wang Mo took a step forward and came directly to Zhao Zijun's side, and his right hand was fiercely in the center of his eyebrows.

Zhao Zijun snorted miserably, a large amount of black gas immediately emanated from the center of her eyebrows, and her whole person immediately retreated, her eyes showed horror, she never thought that although this Wang Mo Xiuwei was in the early stage of entering the Dharma Dao, all kinds of magical powers and magic weapons were extremely amazing.

"I want to run!" Wang Mo stepped again, his two fingers turned into a sword, and a fairy thunder was separated from the immortal, condensing his fingertips, and this finger was going to take the life of this vicious woman.

The shadow of death enveloped Zhao Zijun's body and mind, her face was pale, Wang Mo's finger just now immediately shocked the immortal spirit in her body, if it weren't for the strong immortal power in her body, I am afraid that if it was the finger just now, she would have died.

"I'm Mu Yuxiao!" Zhao Zijun said in a tearing voice.

Wang Mo frowned, and all kinds of memories about Mu Yuxiao immediately rolled violently in his mind, and this memory was like a sharp sword, coming straight to Wang Mo, tearing his heart apart.

"Brother Ayung.. Brother Yang Jiang: Sister Ye'er.. Sister Yunuo... In Zhao Zijun's eyes, a complicated look of pain flashed, she gritted her teeth word by word, and almost roared: "Brother Dali.. Brother Sun Kui..."

"I have been killed by you all over the world... I escaped alone..."

"You're a murderer... You're a murderer..."

When Wang Mo heard the names of Bald Yong and others, the doubts in his eyes instantly turned into shock, as if something was blocking his throat, Wang Mo's voice almost became hoarse, and his eyes instantly turned red: "You... You... You..."

"I'm Mu Yuxiao... Kill me... Otherwise, I will take your head one day......"

"You're not a flute ......"

Wang Mo's eyes showed a trace of sadness, but he did not hesitate, and pointed out, with the power of thunder, suddenly, fell towards Zhao Zijun......