Wang Mo grabbed the void with his right hand, and the ten miles of land in mid-air was suddenly dragged by him, and with a loud rumbling sound, it fell on the ground outside the valley, setting off bursts of dust.

"Open the formation!" Wang Mo's eyes were cold, and he looked at the ten miles that was burned and almost collapsed.

The old man in black was shocked, he never thought that the other party would kill the old man in white so lightly, this kind of cultivation was several times stronger than he had guessed before! He almost immediately put away the idea of revenge, this kind of strong man, he didn't dare to provoke.

At this moment, there is no difference between this formation and whether it is open or not, he sighed secretly, and the void in his right hand turned into a rune, and in the flickering of this rune, the formation that enveloped the land of ten miles suddenly dissipated without a trace.

"Chima, add new clansmen!" Wang Mo left a word, and walked directly back into the valley, disappearing.

All the people in the ten miles of land outside the valley were absorbed by the valley people and became the same clan, as for the old man in black, he had no choice but to accept this fact, and he couldn't raise the slightest thought of resistance.

The old man in black watched all the clansmen drink the witch Gu soup, one by one, the noses facing the sky turned into gold and bronze bodies, the fangs of the sharp mouth turned into twenty toes, and the appearance of the two-horned Chiyou tribe, sighed secretly, and obediently drank the witch Gu soup......

More and more people began to practice soul forging techniques, in view of the increasing number of clansmen, plus the people captured by Chima and others when they went out to attack other tribes before, by now, there are more than 1,000 men here, which can be said to be in a middle position among the nearby tribes.

With so many people gathered together, whether it was inside or outside the valley, it seemed a little dense, and in this regard, Wang Mo personally arranged a formation, which was based on the dead soul, and fused the valley array and the protective formation of the ten miles land.

The protection range of this array is about 20 miles in radius, so the problem of insufficient space is solved.

On this day, the Chiyou tribe no longer exists, and the new one is a tribe called the Wanluo tribe......

In the center of this twenty-mile radius, it was the valley before that, at this moment, everyone in the valley moved out and lived outside, and the entire valley was divided into a forbidden area, except for Wang Mo, who was alone, and outsiders were not allowed to enter without being summoned.

In addition, at the mouth of the valley, there are Wanluo people guarding it, like guards.

This valley has become the spiritual symbol and the pinnacle of the supreme power of the Wanlu tribe, and Wang Mo, who lives in it, is respected and revered by all the people in the Wanlu tribe.

Wang Mo's rules have never changed, and if you want to get the mantra for the next stage, there are only those three methods.

In the entire Wanlu tribe, everyone seized all the time to practice, and on weekdays, except for some patrols, there was hardly half a figure to be seen, and all of them were meditating and vomiting in their respective houses.

At this moment, the Wanluo tribe was no longer the same as any tribe in the Gouya Endless Land Realm, and in comparison, it was more like a nascent immortal cultivation sect.

Wang Mo's life was immersed in peace for a long time, he lived alone in the valley, and under his magical powers, all the previous houses in the valley disappeared, becoming a place of birds and flowers, like a fairyland.

In this fairyland, Wang Mo built a wooden house with his own hands, this wooden house is very simple, but this simple but not simple, this wooden house is where Wang Mo lives, he sits cross-legged in the wooden house, quietly breathing.

What he absorbed was not immortal power, but the demonic energy of this place!

Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, it was winter, the winter in the endless realm of Gouya, there was no difference from the outside world, white snowflakes fell from the sky, and as far as the eye could see, the entire heaven and earth were full of silver.

Wang Mo opened his eyes from meditation, walked out of the wooden house, and snowflakes fell from the sky, he quietly watched the snowflakes fall, and the whole person was immersed in it.

After a while, Wang Mo looked up at the sky and muttered, "It's been three years......"

When he came to this Gouya Endless Land, it seemed that it would be almost three years, and as long as this winter passed, it would be three years.

He raised his right hand and caught a falling snowflake, which fell on his palm, and a trace of cold was transmitted, and then, the snowflake melted, and at the same time, a slight trace of demonic qi entered the body along Wang Mo's palm.

"In the endless realm of Gouya, everything contains demonic energy...... Wang Mo took a deep breath, sat cross-legged on the ground, and closed his eyes.

The snowflakes slowly fell and fell on Wang Mo, gradually more and more, and after a few hours, Wang Mo became a snowman.

His whole person was motionless, quietly absorbing the demonic qi in the snowflakes, and in the past two years, the magic jade in his body had been raised from the previous fifth rank to the fiftyth rank!

The further you go, the more difficult it is to improve, the fifth-level demonic qi is equivalent to the realm of the birth gate, and above ten times, it is the realm of the wounded gate, and then it also takes ten times as a stage, and gradually rises.

The fundamental reason why Wang Mo condensed the demonic qi was precisely because this demonic qi could be fused with the murderous immortal power, so that the immortal power could be increased.

If you want to reach the top of the shock, Wang Mo's current jade crystal and immortal crystal, although they have the reserves of the previous hundred years, are still a little reluctant, as for the immortal crystals needed to break the shock, they are unimaginably huge, let alone jade crystals......

In this way, if you want to improve your cultivation, you must take another shortcut, this is the method that Wang Mo thought of—this method Wang Mo can think of, and others will naturally think of it, right now, it depends on who absorbs the demonic qi strongly.

This demonic qi, in Wang Mo's opinion, is an alternative immortal crystal, which can make one's cultivation and be improved!

In the past three years, this Wanluo tribe has made leaps again and again, with the need for the next level of mantras, more and more clansmen, out of the valley with each other, out of the experience, in addition, there are almost every month there are teams of clansmen who go out, capture some small tribes, capture a large number of captives at the same time, but also retrieve how many different magic jade.

It is worth mentioning that those formations that resist the invasion of the outside world have almost no effect on these aborigines of the Endless Land of Goya, and the effect of this formation seems to be to prevent outsiders from entering in addition to resisting the tide of fierce beasts.

With the passage of time, the population of the Wanluo tribe has become more and more, and the range of twenty miles seems to be a little insufficient.

In this way, it was necessary to expand the formation again, Wang Mo spent three days researching, and finally expanded the scope of the formation by another twenty miles, and in this way, the Wanluo tribe with a range of forty miles suddenly changed and became one of the middle and upper tribes within tens of thousands of miles nearby!

The increase in the number of clansmen has made more people practice soul forging techniques, and Wang Mo knows that the soul in the soul banner needs to be sacrificed many times before it can maximize its power.

It was inconvenient for him to teach these people this method of sacrifice, so he sacrificed a billion soul flags, and under his divine powers, these flags immediately turned into a large black mist, covering the sky within a radius of forty miles.

As soon as this black mist appeared, it immediately shocked everyone in the Wanluo tribe, and they walked out of their respective houses one after another, and some of them who had attained cultivation directly manipulated the soul banner to wrap themselves and fly, wanting to go to the black mist to check what was going on.

"Release the soul and enter the black mist, fixed several times a day, can increase the power of the soul!" Wang Mo's voice slowly came from within the valley, echoing within forty miles.

The moment his voice came out, all the clansmen within forty miles knelt on the ground one after another, without exception, the reverence in the eyes of these people was extremely strong, and the direction in which they knelt was the valley where Wang Mo lived.

After this black fog appeared, throughout the day, within a radius of forty miles, there was often a black mist, and in these black fogs, countless souls of humans and beasts roared.

The people of the Wanlu tribe gradually got used to releasing their souls into the black mist every day to refine, and this black mist has become its unique symbol of the Wanlu tribe.

In the Wanlu tribe, not all of them are practicing soul forging techniques, and there are some who can't cultivate at all, so they can only go out hunting and provide food as hunters.

White Moon is one of the hunters.

Since his cultivation was abolished, he has never said a word, the whole person is like a mute, there is not the slightest agility in his body, and some, it seems that it is just a body.

Only late every night, after he tried to vomit countless times, could he see another expression on his face, but this expression was a deep pain and unwillingness.

He was unwilling, there were many people in the clan who had cultivated to the fourth stage now, and there were many people with more than ten soul flags, and even a few more talented and intelligent people had appeared, completely replacing Bai Yue's position back then, and there was a faint tendency to surpass the Zaoying and Zhige people......

All of this was stinging his heart all the time.

It is precisely because of this that when he goes out hunting on weekdays, he often fights with his life regardless of his life, and in the long run, he has almost died many times, and if he is not taken care of by his fellow clansmen, he is afraid that he would have died long ago.

Among the companions who took care of him, some knew Bai Yue's status in the tribe back then, and when they saw him like this at this moment, they could only sigh in their hearts.

On this day, Wang Mo was looking intently at an iron leaf in his hand in the valley, this leaf was black, and the whole body emitted bursts of ghostly light, and it was extremely hard.

This iron leaf is that when a clansman attacked a small tribe, he did not find the magic jade, but he found that the place where the people of this tribe worshipped placed this iron leaf, so he took it back and presented it to Wang Mo.

Just looking at the room, Wang Mo suddenly raised his head and looked out of the valley.

"The younger generation has something to ask to see the ancestor!"

Wang Mo has the grace of reinvention for them, and the title of ancestor naturally came out of everyone's mouth, Wang Mo did not refuse, so he acquiesced.

"Come in!" Wang Mo looked down at the iron leaf in his hand......