"This tomb, weird..."Wang Mo was silent for a moment, he couldn't think of a reason, but he faintly realized that in this ancient cemetery, maybe this tomb will be the key to everything!

"Right now, I think I've reached the third order... If it can be higher, maybe not only can the map be fully expanded, but there are other magical powers appearing on this tomb..."Wang Mo's eyes were contemplative, and after a moment, his gaze fell on the yellow furnace below.

The furnace was full of thunder and fire, and the aura of the gods was permeated, and it was constantly refining, and the mist had already shrunk from a thousand zhang to more than eight hundred zhang, and it was still shrinking slowly and rapidly.

In the sneer, Wang Mo took a step forward, sat cross-legged outside the yellow furnace, and in the middle of the trick with both hands, there were constantly seals played, penetrating the yellow furnace, and directly imprinted on the mist.

The seal that Wang Mo has, except for the magic soul seal, is good at all the rest, and under the transformation at this moment, the seal is constantly weakened, and finally dissipates layer by layer, and after half an hour, there is only the size of a hundred zhang left!

In this way, the platform under it, which is carried by the gods of heaven, is revealed!

With a wave of Wang Mo's right hand, the three jade slips obtained from the middle-aged scribe were immediately printed directly on the Baizhang mist through the yellow furnace, and the mist suddenly stopped squirming.

Wang Mo's eyes flashed, he stood up suddenly, pressed his hands on the yellow furnace, the power of the gods poured out wildly, and a terrible sound appeared in the yellow furnace, and countless souls transformed, forming two big hands composed of souls, which rushed directly into the mist and tore them outward!

With a "bang", the hundred-zhang fog was torn apart by these two big hands, revealing its true appearance!

Before Wang Mo could take a closer look, there was a shocking roar in the torn mist, but he saw the four-grade fire magic spirit, roaring out, as if he could detect Wang Mo, and went straight to the direction where Wang Mo was outside the yellow furnace.

With a roar, Wang Mo coldly watched as the beast-like spirit slammed into the yellow furnace and rolled back, his body was full of scars, and his expression was even more sluggish, obviously fighting with the Venerable Master in the mist, which was very difficult.

But the fierce light in his eyes didn't seem to have diminished at all, and he kept roaring as he retreated at the moment.

Behind him, there was a corpse lying there, the flesh and blood on it were blurred, it was the Venerable Master! The Yellow Furnace was Wang Mo's thing, and the Venerable Master had nothing to hide in it, and Wang Mo could see at a glance that this person was not dead, but that the immortal spirit was shrinking in his body, pretending to be dead, and was rapidly healing.

The right hand raised the tip and pointed at the yellow furnace, and there was a sudden turbidity inside, and the Dharma spirit in the scroll did not know where to go, except for the Venerable Master who was lying there.

"You don't have to pretend to be dead, I don't plan to kill you, I want a powerful slave more than a dead immortal!" Wang Mo said in a cold voice, the six star points in the center of his eyebrows rotated, and the power of killing gods frantically poured into the yellow furnace, unfolding a cruel slave refining

The Venerable Master, who was lying there, suddenly opened his eyes, and his expression flashed with a hideous flash, and he got up and sat there cross-legged, staring at the front with a gloomy gaze, as if he could penetrate the yellow furnace and see Wang Mo who was spitting out refining outside, but at this moment he was as pale as if he had run out of oil.

"You must not be nameless to make the old man so embarrassed, who are you!" a hoarse voice came out of his mouth, revealing a monstrous hatred.

Wang Mo's expression was calm, and what he replied to the other party was the rush of the power of the gods, and the refining power in the yellow furnace was running rapidly, and the turbid sound rose and fell in the furnace.

"If you want to refine the old man, it is absolutely impossible! Although the old man was plotted by you, but with the firm immortal heart of tens of thousands of years of immortal cultivation, how can you refine it!" The Venerable Master sneered, and when he saw that Wang Mo did not speak, he simply closed his eyes and began to heal.

He concluded that the other party would definitely not be able to refine himself in a short period of time, and as long as his cultivation recovered slightly, he would break through this strange furnace and rush out in one fell swoop!

In the realm of refining power, Wang Mo's cultivation really can't do this, even if there is a yellow furnace, it will take a lot of time to have the possibility of success, obviously in this ancient tomb, Wang Mo does not have this time.

"Can't you refine it..."Wang Mo's eyes flashed with mockery, increasing the integration of the power of the gods, making more and more souls in the yellow furnace, almost forming a turbid storm, surrounding the meditating Master, the soul storm roared, and suddenly turned into a huge phantom, this phantom is a god!

The appearance of this god was extremely strange, he was all red, and he held a huge axe in his hand, and as soon as he conjured up, he suddenly raised the axe and slashed downward.

"Dispelling the Yellow Divine Furnace, Ten Axes to Refine Slaves!" Wang Mo's eyes flashed, and bursts of heavenly words came out of his mouth, turning into illusory imprints, and suddenly fell on the Yellow Furnace.

The roar in the yellow furnace was shocking, and the crimson god who came out of it, the axe held in his right hand fell rapidly, directly penetrating the storm and heading straight for the Venerable Heavenly Spirit.

"Old man, I want to see how you refine!" The Venerable Master's face changed, his eyes suddenly opened, he raised his head and stared at the axe, and in a low roar, his hands pinched, and immediately behind him, a huge statue transformed, and that statue was the demon god he had summoned before.

Suddenly, the axe fell, but it roared suddenly, colliding with the ghostly light emitted by the statue, and with a loud bang, the axe dissipated, and the statue collapsed with a "bang".

The Venerable Master spurted out blood, and as soon as it appeared, it turned into a statue again, enveloping it.

Wang Mo's face was slightly pale, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and without thinking, his right hand raised and pointed forward, and immediately dispelled the yellow furnace, and the axe appeared in the right hand of the heavenly god again, and slashed the second axe downward!

Before the second axe fell, behind this god, the soul was condensed, and a god was conjured up again in the storm, and the second god also held the axe in his right hand, and the moment it appeared, it was suddenly lifted and slashed downward!

It didn't end, behind him, the soul was frantically condensed, and the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth gods all burst into illusions!

The eight heavenly gods, the eight earth-shattering axes, seemed to merge together in an instant, and as if they had turned into a series of afterimages, they went straight to the Venerable Master!

"Give me refinement!!" Wang Mo roared with murderous intent in his eyes.

The violent sound echoed endlessly in the furnace, and the statue outside the Venerable Master's body was immediately shaken by the roar of the first axe, but it did not dissipate, but stood alive.

The second axe descended quickly.

The third course, the fourth way... Until the eighth axe, as if it was unified, set off a monstrous impact, the statue, finally could not bear it, "boom" shattered, and the residual power of the axe directly passed through the broken statue, straight to the master.

Slashing at its heavenly spirit at an unimaginable speed, it pierced through without the slightest pause and landed on the ground.

The entire yellow furnace shook violently, and the Venerable Master spurted blood, and there was a brief confusion in his eyes.

Wang Mo was waiting for this fleeting confusion, and at the moment when the Venerable Master's confusion appeared, Wang Mo's eyes showed a strange glow, and he nodded sharply at the center of his eyebrows under the pinching of his hands, and muttered, "Divine powers... Nanke!"

Inside the yellow furnace, the Venerable Master's body was suddenly shocked, and a thicker confusion appeared in his eyes, and his eyes seemed to have the memory of his life flashing quickly.

"You have good talents, I can lead you into the Spirit Clan to cultivate immortals, if you can achieve something, it will be your creation! Remember my name, my name is Wang Mo!" A young man with a vague figure looked at the young man kneeling in front of him and slowly spoke.

"Remember, never forget!" the young man's face showed firmness, and his eyes were full of gratitude.

"Although you are not from my spirit clan, you are loyal to my clan, and your talent is even better, so the old man dug up his own clan seal and sent it to you, I hope you... "An old man dressed in black, with a pale face and a blur of flesh and blood on his chest, obviously under the serious injury, even the immortal spirit collapsed and was on the verge of dying.

In front of him, there was a middle-aged man kneeling, and this man was none other than the Venerable Master.

"My real name is not as you know, but... Wang Mo!"

"Wang Mo..." The man was stunned, he was no stranger to the name Wang Mo.

In the starry sky, an old man was fleeing quickly, his face was pale, blood was constantly spurting out, and there were three people chasing after him.

"Could it be that I'm going to die here today!!" the old man looked desperate.

The three people who were chasing behind him were suddenly approaching at this moment, and their supernatural powers turned into three fierce dragons roaring and devouring, seeing that they were approaching the old man, he had already decided to blow himself up and kill people in his miserable laughter.

At this moment, a soft light appeared in the starry sky, and an illusory big hand suddenly transformed and waved at the three people, who immediately spurted blood and retreated in shock.

"The one who saved you, Wang Mo!"

The old man survived the catastrophe, but the moment he heard this name, his expression showed fear and deep confusion.

"Again... Wang Mo..."

I don't know how many years have passed, but in the Spirit Clan, a white-haired old man is rotten all over his body, and the smell of decay has spread far away, and it has reached the time of dying.

"The Five Tribulations of Immortals... The Fifth Tribulation... I have cultivated immortals in this life, I really have to stop here!" the old man laughed miserably, the last mouthful of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he closed his eyes.

But the moment his eyes closed, he seemed to have entered a strange world, where it was blurry, and he couldn't see everything clearly, except for a figure in front of him, with his back to him, clearly visible.

"For my slave, let you become the law!" a cold voice came slowly.

"Who are you!" the old man's eyes froze.

"Wang Mo!" The figure turned around, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked at the old man, and his appearance was Wang Mo!

The old man's face changed suddenly, originally with his concentration, it would not be like this, but the name Wang Mo has accompanied him almost all his life, from entering the spirit clan when he was a child, to the family seal given by his teacher, saying his real name Wang Mo.

Until several life and death crises, there would be a person who called himself Wang Mo to save him, and all of this almost became the dream of his life!

"If you agree, henceforth you will no longer be a Master, and you will be given the name of the Manuzi!"

At the moment these words were spoken, this vague heaven and earth collapsed, turning into countless fragments and scrolling, tearing apart all the memories of the Venerable Master, causing him to wake up under the violent trembling of his body in the Yellow Furnace.

It's just that, despite being sober at the moment, there is still confusion...