These storage bags were swept by Wang Mo's immortal consciousness one by one, and finally, his gaze fell on a storage bag that looked inconspicuous at all, and after picking it up, he erased the immortal consciousness imprint of the old man on it and directly probed into it.

In this storage bag, there is nothing else, all of them are jade slips, all kinds of jade slips!

Immortal consciousness swept over these jade slips, Wang Mo's eyes suddenly froze, and his mind moved slightly, and on his right hand, a jade slip that emitted green light appeared.

The material of this jade slip is not a spirit stone, nor an immortal crystal, but a kind of thing that Wang Mo has never seen, it is like wood but not wood, like stone not stone, in the hand, there is a warm air enveloping the whole body.

Wang Mo Xianzhi integrated into the jade slip, at this moment, his face was immediately moved, and a gleam burst out of his eyes, gradually, this essence dimmed, and all his mind was shocked by the content recorded in the jade slip at this moment.

Time passed slowly, and Wang Mo was immersed in the jade slip, not knowing the time.

The old man was awake the day after Wang Mo sank into the jade slip, but his body was tightly bound by the ancient thunder soul, and there were three cold sword qi flowing from his skin into his body, making him dare not move.

A few days later, Wang Mo Xianzhi withdrew from the jade slip, he opened his eyes, and let out a long breath.

"This god is more ruthless than the immortal, this jade slip, a detailed record of a puppet production method called the god slave, this technique is not for the god slave, but for the immortal, grab the immortal refining puppet, if it is successful, the strength of this god slave is extremely strong!

In the eyes of this god, the god slave is not a person, but a magic weapon, which is divided into upper, middle and lower grades, according to what he said, the cultivation shown by the lower grade god slave should be equivalent to the current great consummation in the later stage of the Dharma path!

As for the middle-grade divine slave and the high-grade divine slave, with my current cultivation, I can't judge what realm their strength is equivalent to in the three realms of Ah Bi. ”

"As for the other part of this jade slip... It's actually a map... It looks like a topographic map of a cave. Wang Mo's eyes flickered, put away the jade slip, and looked at the old man: "But why is the puppet made by this person called the demon slave? Also known as the Devil Slave ......"

"And the way this god slave and the demon slave are made is almost exactly the same!What is the connection between this god and demon!" As Wang Mo knew, the more vague he felt! He even vaguely felt that these things seemed to have a big connection with him!

After pondering for a moment, Wang Mo stared at the old man and shouted, "Bring it!"

The old man looked bitter and said, "My storage bags are all by your side, what else do you want me to take." He cursed in his heart: "This surnamed Wang, he is going to give me a dead house, and he will not let go of anything!"

Wang Mo glanced at the old man coldly, patted the storage bag, ten pieces of broken jade, flew out one by one, this broken jade was the thing in the body of the ten demon slaves under the old man's command, and after the old man saw this broken jade, his face immediately changed greatly.

Wang Mo pinched the void in his right hand, and these ten broken jades suddenly fused together with each other and turned into one.

Then he grabbed it with his big hand, and the old man was immediately grabbed by him, and with a slap of his right hand, it fell directly on the old man's heavenly spirit, shaking his immortal spirit out alive.

As soon as the old man's immortal spirit left his body, Wang Mo spewed out a mouthful of immortal essence, directly wrapping the old man's immortal, and under refining, there was immediately a murderous aura condensed within the old man's immortal, turning into a finger-sized broken jade.

After collecting the broken jade, the old man's immortal spirit was thrown down by Wang Mo, and he was directly thrown out of the pagoda, and was swallowed by the black mist of one billion soul flags in the sky, becoming one of them.

As for the old man's body, Wang Mo didn't even look at it, and with a flick of his sleeves, it directly turned into ashes and dissipated.

Leaving his immortal spirit in the billion soul flags, on the one hand, it is a pity to waste it, after all, this is an immortal spirit that has actually cultivated to the Great Perfection, and on the other hand, it is because Wang Mo is slightly interested in the cave mansion that was discovered by this person.

It's just that at the moment, Wang Mo knows that if it is not the time to leave, the most important thing for him now is to let his cultivation and magic weapons reach the peak in the remaining decades, because since he imprisoned the demon clone and devoured the demon spirit, Wang Mo has always had a feeling that the next thing must be related to him, and this connection is very deep... The kind that is so deep that it is not under his control...

But Wang Mo was not without joy, especially the newly obtained magic weapon and that magic technique!

Thinking of divine art, Wang Mo's eyes showed a trace of excitement, this is a real divine art! After all, divine art is really too rare to see, even if it is a first-class person of the human emperor, the thirst for divine art is extremely strong, let alone Wang Mo.

Divine art is the real magic technique, a truly powerful technique that is countless times more powerful than all magical powers!

The Gouya Endless Land Realm has attracted so many immortals here for countless years, and they do not hesitate to kill, and they do not hesitate to grovel to the people of the Gouya Endless Land, in order to finally merge with the ancient divine beasts and be endowed with divine magic!

"Stop the flow of the gods!" Wang Mo took a deep breath, and the mantra in the jade slip about the divine technique in this came to his mind, and he slowly closed his eyes, and the whole person was immersed in this technique.

Time passed, silently, and in the blink of an eye, it was twenty-five years.

The war between the Chiyou tribe and the remnant gang tribe has lasted for a long time, and the war between the two sides has continued to heat up and become more and more intense, and the rest of the tribes have finally lost their patience and are ready to attack.

In the Chiyou clan, Chiyou took this issue into account before deciding to fight the remnants of the Gang clan, and what he wanted was for the rest of the clans to be ready to move, as long as he could restore the previous Jiuli clan ......

Under these circumstances, the Wanluo tribe immediately increased the degree of expansion and continued to grow.

On the battlefield of the two clans, in the past few decades, people dressed in black and acting strangely have gradually attracted the attention of the warring parties, and these black-clothed people often appear on the battlefield, absorbing a large number of souls and bringing a lot of vitality.

At the same time, the demon soldiers who killed countless enemies on the battlefield, performed well, and improved their strength in a wide range were also promoted to generals in the armies of the two clans, replacing the dead ones.

The war in the Endless Land Realm of Gouya is not something that Wang Mo cares about, his whole person has been completely immersed in divine magic in the past twenty-five years, divine arts, no more than ordinary magical powers, it is difficult to learn it thoroughly!

Twenty-five years, for Wang Mo, is just a snap of his fingers, the research of magic and the manipulation of magic weapons, making this time, like flowing water, unconsciously, more than fifty years have passed!

In the past hundred years, in addition to studying magic and magic weapons, Wang Mo's portrayal of the brand of the demon clone has never stopped.

For decades, Wang Mo only touched the skin slightly, and the magic of this technique does not lie in the amount of immortal power in the body, but in the understanding of the way of heaven.

Even to be precise, the aspects involved in this divine art have far exceeded the scope of the immortal's grasp, and he is like an extremely profound knowledge, which needs to be constantly studied and comprehended before he has the opportunity to master and display it.

It took Wang Mo many years to learn every one of the eight imperial pillars of the year, and then he gradually realized and gradually became small. Even if they are not divine arts, they are even more so, and this is the stopping divine flow of the middle divine arts, which is even more impressive.

Immersed in this magic technique, Wang Mo forgot time. During the decades of his retreat, the Wanlu tribe would send a large number of clansmen to collect souls and strengthen themselves at regular intervals.

This phenomenon was changed only after the tribes from all over the country sent troops into the Remnant Gang Clan, and the clansmen no longer went out, but constantly defended in the sphere of influence.

A large number of clansmen also rushed back from the Remnant Gang clan and started a battle with the demon soldiers of other forces in the Chiyou clan.

It's just that the power of the Wanluo tribe is still too small, and it can only defend under the black fog of a billion soul flags, and it can't go out. Slowly, the foreign demon soldiers of various races were unable to capture the Chiyou tribe guarded by the remnant soul of the Chiyou, so they set their target on the Wanluo tribe in the barbaric land of the Chiyou tribe.

After all, this small tribe, in their opinion, also has some peculiarities, especially the black fog over this tribe, which is a natural protection, several times, to block the attacking demon soldiers.

Of course, not all the clans were targeting the Wanlu tribe, only the leaders of the two clans were like this, and the remaining six clans turned to the Remnant Gang and Chiyou tribes.

There weren't too many demon soldiers sent by the rest of the eight clans, after all, they couldn't achieve the determination to come out like the two clans!!

At this moment, both the Lumu clan and the enemy clan county were each a deputy commander, and 100,000 demon soldiers came from the army, crisscrossing each other from the north and south, and surrounded the Wanlu tribe.

The deputy marshal of the Lumu clan is a woman, this woman has an ordinary appearance, but she has six feet, and the other two pairs of feet are grown on the original calves, her eyes are shining, and by her side, she is the demon general of the Lumu clan.

As for the enemy's side, the deputy marshal was a middle-aged strong man with a leopard head, and this person was the only one who did not wear armor.

"This little barbarian tribe actually has this kind of strange treasure, it's also interesting!" The big man's voice was like a bell, although it was talking to himself, it was also like thunder.

"This time I came to this Chiyou clan, although I didn't gain anything, but it was also a good choice to take this strange treasure back and dedicate it to the clan king!" Dahan's eyes flashed, and as soon as he stepped on his feet, the place where he was "bang" shattered everywhere, and the thunder light wandered and scattered, and the scorched black place spread instantly.

The big man's body soared into the air as soon as he stepped on it, and his speed was extremely fast, obviously he had reached the peak of the early stage of entering the Dharma path equivalent to that among the immortals, and in one step, he crossed the distance and came to the side of the black mist of the Wanluo tribe.

Outside its body, bursts of demonic qi were vertical and horizontal, forming an invisible curtain that pushed away the coercion from the black mist.