"The sound just now will definitely arouse the awareness of the immortals of the Death Gate of the Ten Thousand Soul Gate, but until now, no one has come here, this matter is interesting......" Wang Mo stared at the nine golden rings, especially on the blood ring behind it, a few more glances, although his cultivation was not fully recovered at this moment, he was not afraid, even if the old monster in the blood ring came here, he could also use the immortal avoidance cover to leave here.....

But vaguely, Wang Mo seemed to see a vicissitudes of life, revealing a trace of kindness, and disappeared in a flash within the blood ring.

"It's very strange..."The gaze in the blood ring disappeared in a flash, Wang Mo groaned for a while, his eyes flashed: "It doesn't matter whether you stay in this Ten Thousand Spirits Gate at the moment, the recovery of the immortals, unless there is a panacea, otherwise, it can only be retracted under strong coercion, the way is not nothing, but there are some dangers......"

Wang Mo looked at the other two peaks standing behind the main peak, was silent for a moment, his eyes showed a trace of firmness, his body moved, turned into a streamer, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed over the main peak and flew towards the second peak.

Wang Mo landed on the second peak, the immortal sense swept away, and immediately found a cave mansion, his figure was like electricity, and suddenly came, and the cave was the second peak cultivator who was the most profound disciple except for the great elder, Dong Jiakun.

As soon as Wang Mo's figure appeared, Dong Jiakun, who was cross-legged and vomiting, suddenly opened his eyes, and his face showed a trace of ugliness.

Wang Mo stood in Dong Jiakun's cave mansion, glanced at this person, and said flatly: "Do you have a slashing jade slip?"

Dong Jiakun was silent for a while, and nodded, he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation, and he had never seen this person, but what this person was wearing, he could see at a glance that he was a person from the main peak.

In Wanluo Gate, the disciples of the Three Peaks can communicate with each other, only you have the ability, even if you obtain all the three methods of the Soul Flag, it is not impossible... Dong Jiakun, many years ago, went to the main peak and obtained a soul forging jade slip.

"I can give it to you, but I have a soul flag, and there are still more than three hundred dead souls missing to become ten thousand soul flags, you take out three hundred dead souls, and I will show you. Dong Jiakun gritted his teeth and said.

Wang Mo glanced at this Dong Jiakun, with his identity, he didn't bother to snatch it directly, slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and suddenly a thousand soul flags were in his hand, and there were more than two thousand souls on this soul flag, and at this moment, he shook it, and suddenly three hundred flew out.

With a grasp of Wang Mo's left hand, the three hundred souls were immediately rubbed into a fist-sized black bead and thrown to Dong Jiakun.

Dong Jiakun was also a cheerful person, and immediately took out a purple-red jade slip from the storage bag, handed it to Wang Mo, and said, "What do you call senior brother?"

"Don't forget!" Wang Mo took the jade slip, swept the immortal sense, and it really recorded a series of methods on how to cut the living soul and keep it from dissipating, and finally there was the art of refining the banner with the living soul.

The art of slashing the soul also has three magical powers, which are stopping the spirit, attracting the spirit and cultivating the spirit.

Stopping the spirit is the root of the soul, if there is no stop to the spirit, forcibly cut the spirit, the success rate is not high, only after the operation of the spirit stopping, the success rate will be greatly increased... Inducing the soul is the real art of slashing the soul, the method of extracting the soul from the body of the living.

As for the final cultivation, it is the most vicious, and it is the most powerful of all the spells of the second peak, and it is as famous as the blood ritual of the main peak.

This cultivation of the soul is to use strange techniques to turn the living soul into a Gu-like existence, so as to kill people invisibly, and even with the passage of time, with continuous refining, it will eventually form a Gu soul, a Gu soul, which is equivalent to the strength of the Dumen realm.

If you just look at it this way, this technique of cultivating spirits is not surprising, but countless years ago, a disciple of Erfeng betrayed his master, and it was with this technique of cultivating spirits that he ran rampant in the Ghost Emperor Kingdom after changing his appearance, and finally established his own sect.

This person didn't know how to refine the Gu soul into a pill, and use corpse blood and corpse qi to fuse it to increase its power, and finally form an ink-colored pill, which is called ink-colored blasting, and with this method, he successfully cultivated to the realm of death, which can be described as a genius in the sky.

Mo Dan is different from the Demon Pill, there can only be one Demon Pill, and Mo Dan, there is no limit to the number, this person is using this kind of magic to transform into the cultivation of the spirit, refining more than hundreds of thousands of Mo Dan in his life.

As soon as he made a move, countless Mo Dan exploded himself, and the power was endless, even if he was a shocking immortal, he also had a headache for this person, and under normal circumstances, he would not trouble him.

After all, tens of thousands of Mo Dan self-detonated, the power is already earth-shattering, if this person is forced to be in a hurry, all Mo Dan will explode at the same time, the power is too great.

Wan Lumen has never pursued the punishment of betrayal, which made many people puzzled by this matter back then, and finally, with the disappearance of this person, gradually, this person slowly disappeared into the long river of history.

Dong Jiakun glanced at Wang Mo and said, "Don't forget that Senior Brother is going to Sanfeng to ask for the Sleepy God Jade Jane?"

Wang Mo put away the slashing jade slip and nodded.

Dong Jiakun smiled bitterly and said: "Senior brother, you still don't have to go, Sleepy God Yujian, there is no one on the entire Three Peaks, that is something that only the Nine Great Masters and Ancestors can view, the disciples of the Three Peaks, the actual cultivation method is not the slightest different from us, they have cultivators there, forging souls and slashing spirits." ”

Wang Mo's expression was as usual, he nodded slightly, his figure flickered, and disappeared in place. When he reappeared, he came to Sanfeng, found a disciple at random, and asked the same answer as Dong Jiakun.

As for the depths of the spiritual veins under the other two peaks, Wang Mo also went to explore it during this day, in these two places, only there is a soul banner under the three peaks, but the power of this soul flag is not great, and the quality of the soul in it is uneven, Wang Mo took it back under his hand. As for the second peak, there is nothing, obviously I don't know how many years ago, the soul banner here has been taken away.

After doing this, Wang Mo raised his head and glanced at the nine golden rings and the blood ring behind the three peaks, his eyes flashed, and he showed a strong and determined color.

"The final recovery of the immortal soul depends on today, today, I want to challenge the old monster of the Ten Thousand Soul Gate, only under the pressure of the old monster who is countless times stronger than the spiritual vein, my immortal spirit, in the squeezing, can finally recover, at that time, I will escape from the immortal cover and the Shennong Palace" Wang Mo took a deep breath, his eyes showed a trace ......of war.

As soon as his body moved, he turned into a long rainbow, and suddenly went towards the nine auras in the distance, and at the same time, he held 100,000 purple soul flags in his left hand, and thousands of formations and seals that had been prepared on the ancient black sword in his right hand.

As soon as the body approached, Wang Mo's hands danced in front of him, and suddenly the whistling sound in the soul flag of his left hand was loud, and the purple phoenix leopard roared out, behind it, there were still several demon souls similar to the phoenix leopard, and in the back, there were countless black wind-like souls, and the entire Ten Thousand Soul Gate was roaring, and all the eight desolations around the sky and the earth were all occupied by souls, and the endless whistling sound became the only sound in the world at this moment.

This was the first time Wang Mo had used 100,000 purple soul flags, and the power was beyond his imagination, and the purple phoenix leopard roared and rushed towards the nine golden rings.

"Boom" "Boom" "Boom"

There were several earth-shattering loud noises, and the auxiliary souls behind the purple phoenix leopard and its head collided with the golden ring, and the seven golden rings immediately flickered, turning into seven men and women of different ages.

These seven people were seven of the nine Death Gate Immortals in the Ten Thousand Soul Sect, and after they appeared, they stared at the purple phoenix leopard with a hint of shock in their eyes.

The purple phoenix leopard took two steps back, and with a shake of its huge head, it spewed out two black gases and spread out in all directions.

Wang Mo sent his body and stood on top of the purple phoenix leopard's head, the beast hesitated slightly, did not shake its head, but showed a fierce glint in its eyes, staring at the seven people.

"What a big guts!" A middle-aged woman among the seven people, this woman has an ordinary appearance, and she has cultivated as a palace of death, staring at Wang Mo coldly at the moment, her body moved forward, and she was about to make a move.

Wang Mo's eyes swept and shouted, "Get out!!"

The monstrous murderous aura came out of Wang Mo's body frantically, this aura was too big, far beyond the range that a woman could bear, after all, Wang Mo's cultivation had already recovered to the realm of death, only the mystery was missing.

But, after all, he is Wang Mo, who defeated Li Simiao and became famous in the immortal capital, his cultivation and knowledge are far from being comparable to ordinary immortals, this middle-aged woman is just a palace of death, when he was in his heyday, he wanted to kill him, although it was not easy to capture, but it was definitely not difficult, and he killed a lot.

Having killed an immortal of the same level and not killing an immortal of the same level have a meaning that is never the same.

At this moment, Wang Mo shouted, coupled with the monstrous murderous aura, which suddenly made the woman from the Death Gate retreat a few steps, her face pale, and her face was shocked.

Immediately, she immediately rose into anger, since she reached the realm of death, she had never been scolded like this, but in an instant, she forcibly suppressed her anger, stared at Wang Mo, and sneered.

A person who can become a Death Gate Immortal, how can there be a stupid person, she thought that this person dared to come here to provoke, he must have his capital, not to mention anything else, just the purple phoenix leopard, it is not something she can fight against.

"You wait for the seven to give way!" Wang Mo stood on top of the purple phoenix leopard's head, his eyes calm, and said slowly.

"Arrogance!" An old man in a green robe among the seven people squinted his eyes, snorted coldly, and his right hand moved forward a little, and suddenly a spiritual light suddenly appeared, turning into an iron chain in mid-air, trembling, and attacking Wang Mo madly.

Wang Mo's right hand simple black sword waved, immediately countless evil qi burst out, in front of him staggered, an arm-thick black long sword formed, Wang Mo a little, the sword immediately rushed out, "bang", stabbed the iron chain, suddenly the iron chain shattered inch by inch, the long sword castrated slowly, faster than lightning, suddenly stabbed at the old man.

At the same time, the soul banner in Wang Mo's left hand moved, and the purple phoenix leopard roared loudly under his feet, and the 100,000 souls of the eight desolations around him spit lightly in Wang Mo's mouth: "Swallow" The moment of "swallowing", the roar came to the impact.

From a distance, there seems to be a huge hurricane in the Wanluo Gate at this moment.