The giant spear trembled suddenly, but immediately a tyrannical aura spread out from its body, representing the consciousness of the blood demon, and directly hit Wang Wang Mo's fragile immortal spirit, collapsing violently.

Without Wang Mo's stopping, the giant spear roared out, but its pause and tremor just now gave Kun Demon enough time to disappear into the whirlpool, and the Kun Demon clone, the eight kings of the Divine Son Clan, all rushed into the whirlpool and disappeared.

Wang Mo's actions made Kun Demon's eyes froze, made Kun Demon's clone stunned, and made all the eight kings of the Divine Son Clan look at it in shock. Wang Mo closed his eyes, and at the moment when the giant spear was approaching, his body collapsed violently, turning into a piece of rubble and dissipating, but his trace of immortal spirit was at the moment when he was about to be destroyed, he pinched out a seal and spit out a divine thought that was only aimed at the giant spear.

"With the thoughts of my king's ink, I will stop you from moving forward!"

The giant spear trembled suddenly, but immediately a tyrannical aura spread out from its body, representing the consciousness of the blood demon, and directly hit Wang Wang Mo's fragile immortal spirit, collapsing violently.

Without Wang Mo's stopping, the giant spear roared out, but its pause and tremor just now gave Kun Demon enough time to disappear into the whirlpool, and the Kun Demon clone, the eight kings of the Divine Son Clan, all rushed into the whirlpool and disappeared.

The giant spear slammed directly into the whirlpool with a scream, and a shocking force tore into the whirlpool, echoing wildly. As soon as the Kun Demon clone walked out of the whirlpool, he was immediately affected by this power, and the whole person spurted blood, his body immediately wilted, and his legs exploded into blood mist. His immortal spirit was even more rushed into this power, and he suddenly became unstable.

The Kun Demon appeared next to his clone, grabbed the Kun Demon clone, and disappeared without a trace in a flash.

The eight kings of the Shenzi clan finally escaped from the whirlpool, but in an instant, the earth-shattering power came, and the eight people's bodies trembled at the same time, and their bodies collapsed with a bang, turning into eight cold qi, forming a phantom and about to flee forward, but under that earth-shattering power, five qi immediately collapsed.

The remaining three Dao finally took out the coffin at this moment, rushed into it to occupy the body, and escaped again, but the earth-shattering force impacted, and immediately made the body of these three people collapse again.

This cycle continued, less than a thousand feet away, but for the three of them, it was like the end of the world, blood mist gushing, and one more person died.

The remaining two kings of the Divine Son Clan were almost scattered, and while fleeing, they saw the aftermath of the earth-shattering power coming, and in despair, a circle of black qi ripples suddenly appeared around the two of them, and suddenly stretched out two arms from within them, grabbed the two of them, and dragged them towards the whirlpool.

"Yu Shen!!" The two of them showed ecstasy in their eyes, without any resistance, and let the arm drag them into the whirlpool, and at this moment, the power of the aftermath of the giant spear came, and it entered the whirlpool, and there was a muffled sound of injury in it, but in the end, it obviously held on, and disappeared with the whirlpool.

The Blood Demon looked at the escaped Second King, and suddenly burst into laughter, but this laughter was full of coldness: "Yu... Hahaha... I didn't expect you to fake your death too... This is your gods... Your so-called gods... Hahaha..."

Outside the semi-abandoned star, on a cultivation immortal star, in that extremely ordinary mountain peak, Wang Mo opened his eyes, and after a moment of trance, he stood up suddenly, and with a wave of his right hand, he put the silver-clothed female corpse into the storage crack, destroyed the ground formation, took a step forward, shrunk into inches and disappeared without a trace.

When he appeared, he was already in the starry sky, extremely far away from the semi-abandoned star, but Wang Mo did not pause, he kept galloping, his face was pale and gloomy, and he had never even felt fear, his heart was trembling!

"In the face of the Blood Demon, even if the deity plus all kinds of back hands, it is not the enemy of his punch..."Wang Mo's face was bitter, he didn't know if the Blood Demon was out of trouble, but he understood that he couldn't stay in this star field anymore, and he had to return to his master as soon as possible, forever... Never come back... Unless you have the power to fight against the Bloodseeker...

His figure disappeared again in his bitterness, shrinking into inches, appearing on the back road he had left for himself, a remote abandoned star... There, before he went to meet the patriarch of the Thunder Clan of the Four Clans, he had arranged a formation.

This abandoned star is not wild, there are still many mortals, because immortals rarely come here, so it is also peaceful, at this moment, on this abandoned star is full of cold winter, between the sky and the earth there are snowflakes, falling on the earth, especially in some villages, attracting children to play happily.

This day is a major festival on this planet, and the origin of this festival has been dissipated in the long river of history, and it has long been forgotten by most people today. But customs have been passed down unconsciously and become habits.

Lights are lit up in the snowflakes in every house, and it seems that laughter can be heard everywhere there is a person.

It was night, but under the reflection of the lights and snowflakes, although it was not as good as the day, the silver light was clearly visible.

In the snow, a young man walked forward silently, leaving a series of footprints on the ground, but these footprints were not deep, and it didn't take long for them to be filled with falling snowflakes, and finally became lighter and lighter, sweeping away all traces.

This young man is dressed in black, but his hair is white, and the snowflakes fall on his hair, and from a distance, it seems that he can't tell the difference between snow and hair...

The cold wind of whimpering winds gently blew some of the snow on the ground, as if it wanted to blend with the snow, and finally fell again, old and new.

The young man walked quietly in the snow blowing on the ground, the snow under his feet was very thick, and there was a slight creaking sound when he stepped on it, but under this cold wind, this sound was blown away from a distance, and melted into the snowflakes.

In this cold winter, the black robe on this young man's body is very thin, he is still wearing a single coat, and the black boots on his feet are also very thin, but he seems to be not afraid of the cold, silently facing the wind, facing the snow, with inner melancholy and the bitterness of having to leave, in this wind and snow, towards the depths of the plain ahead, slowly moving forward.

The fierce north wind contains cold and snow, as if trying to stop the young people from leaving home in this festival, but it blows on the young people, but it falls apart, and it is very weak...

In the dark night, in the wind and snow, around him, there were no people, only the sound of the wind to accompany him, only snowflakes to see him off!

I don't know how long it took, but the young man's footsteps stopped, and where he was, there was no undulation of the ground at a glance, and all of them were covered with silver snow.

Here, it's a plain.

"This is it. Wang Mo raised his head and calmly looked at the dim sky, and the snowflakes were scattered in front of his eyes, covering the earth.

Shaking his head and shaking off the snow on his hair, Wang Mo exhaled deeply, turning into a white mist and gradually dissipating in front of him. He stepped lightly on the ground with his right foot, and immediately a vibration came from all around, and in a moment, the snow within a radius of thousands of feet immediately turned into a silent storm, rolling snowflakes into the sky, scattering in the sky, blown by the wind, and far away with the wind.

The thousands of feet of land without snow revealed a majestic formation, which was very complicated, and there were even pieces of broken stone pressed in many places.

After being silent for a while, Wang Mo sighed lightly, came to the center of the formation, grabbed the void with his right hand, and in the snowflakes scattered in front of him, a storage crack appeared in the ghostly light, and with his mind control, the stones found on the way flew out one by one, hovering in mid-air, densely packed with hundreds.

With a wave of Wang Mo's right hand, these stones fell to the ground one by one and scattered in different positions.

Suddenly, the light in the formation spread, slowly moving, there were signs of opening, with the operation of the formation, the snowflakes that fell from the sky, before they were approaching, they were immediately pushed by the power of the formation, rose into the air again, and dispersed to the surroundings.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground in silence, Wang Mo's right hand reached into the crack in the storage, and when he took it out, there was an extra immortal in his hand, and this immortal had his eyes closed tightly, and he had already passed out.

Holding the immortal, Wang Mo quickly pinched the trick with his left hand and quickly connected the dots on the immortal, every time he clicked, the immortal body trembled, and finally was thrown by Wang Mo's right hand, and the immortal immediately flew up, and its illusory body was infinitely elongated, twisted and rotated, turning into a whirlpool.

At this moment, the formation on the ground was completely opened, and the roaring sound replaced the wind, forming an extremely bright light, which did not rise to the sky, but all rushed into the whirlpool in mid-air.

Under the bang, the whirlpool seemed to be constantly opened, and Wang Mo, who was cross-legged, raised his head, pinched his hands, and said calmly: "Take the soul as the guide!!"

The whirlpool had blood light flickering in an instant, and with the integration of the light of the formation, the moment Wang Mo's words fell, the formation under Wang Mo's body seemed to have withdrawn all its strength, and it collapsed with a click, turning into a piece of dust, and even those broken stones were all scattered into ashes.

The whirlpool in mid-air stopped rotating, flickering with uncertain light and darkness, and inside, it was pitch black, like a passage.

Standing up, Wang Mo stepped forward, stepped into the whirlpool, and looked back at the silver earth, here, although he was unfamiliar, but what he breathed was the air of the star field, here, there was the smell of home, the breath of friends, his reluctance, and his story.

Wang Mo bitterly retracted his gaze, smiled, turned around and walked to the depths of the whirlpool, and gradually disappeared without a trace with the whirlpool.

On the abandoned star plain, the whirlpool also disappeared, and only the aftermath of the long laugh spread out to the surroundings, suppressed by the snowflakes, and slowly merged into the heaven and earth.

The thousands of open spaces on the plains were also gradually filled in the snowflakes, just like Wang Mo's footprints along the way, all of them disappeared...

And at this moment, on an extremely hidden blood-colored immortal cultivation star outside the Xiandu Star Domain, an old man with white hair who was also full of white hair opened his eyes slightly, and slowly got up, feeling the breath that was gradually approaching: "Mo'er, for so many years... I'm sorry for you!!"