"What is he looking for... If the source of the battle he said before was the old ghost of the north, then what wonderful changes have happened to the old ghost of the north... This kind of change will allow this colorful person to find what he is looking for..."In silence, Wang Mo stepped back, took a complicated look at the dissipating colorful otherworld, and disappeared far away.

"What happened to the Lord of Zhongheng, is it just a game..."Wang Mo's eyes flashed with a different color, and he appeared outside the scope of the Alliance Star Domain, on a wild star.

There are no immortals in this star, and there is no aura, only some fierce beasts inhabit, but for Wang Mo, this is the best place to remove the seal for the Lord of Zhongheng.

In a valley of this star, Wang Mo sat cross-legged, put the unconscious Lord of Zhongheng in front of him, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and exhaled, and tried to suppress the repulsion in his body, but in the end it was difficult to do, only in the intense pain, a little relief.

In his body, there are countless sharp thorns that seem to grow in flesh, although they can't be seen from the outside, but in every breath, the pain in the whole body reminds Wang Mo of their existence all the time.

This time, the price of saving the Lord of Eternity is very heavy.

It's just that even if Wang Mo chooses again, he will not hesitate to do so, even if this matter does not conform to his mind, even if this matter is very stupid.

The reason why he had waited so many years to save the Lord of Zhongheng was because with his cultivation, he didn't even have the slightest certainty at that time, and he couldn't come to save him.

But right now, with his cultivation, he has a trace of certainty to save the Lord of Zhongheng, if he still waits, waits for his own grasp to be greater, waits for himself to become a powerful realm, waits for himself to have enough strength, at that time, he doesn't know if the Lord of Zhongheng is still alive...

The ninth sharp thorn was in the back of the Lord of Zhongheng, running through his entire spine, not protruding half an inch, all penetrating into it, and even the wound could not be seen, as if it had grown in it out of thin air.

The unconscious Lord of Zhongheng still had pain and distortion on his face.

After a short period of exhalation, Wang Mo's tired expression dissipated slightly, he took a deep breath, helped the unconscious Lord of Zhongheng up, fixed his body with his back to him, his eyes were like electricity, staring at his thin back.

The spine on its back bulges out, and it looks shocking.

After a long time, Wang Mo's expression was solemn, he slowly raised his right hand, and his index finger slowly pressed down on the spine of the Lord of Zhongheng's back, as if he was looking for something, his brows furrowed tightly, as if he was thinking.

"Fortunately, it has not yet fully fused with its spine, and if it takes some time, once it is completely fused, then this thorn will never be taken off again... It seals both the flesh and the immortal, even if it is a different body, it will be like this..."Wang Mo groaned with his index finger suddenly, and directly pierced into the first spine of the back of the Lord of Zhongheng.

The Lord of Zhongheng's body was shocked, opened his eyes, gritted his teeth, and did not let the pain come out.

"The pain of this ninth thorn will be more intense than the previous eight..."Wang Mo said softly.

"I've suffered all my life, I'm used to it. The voice of the Lord of Eternity was hoarse, but it was calm and did not fluctuate at all.

There was sadness in Wang Mo's eyes, and after sighing lightly, he no longer hesitated, and said in a low voice: "Hold back." ”

As he spoke, his right hand slammed inward, directly breaking through the flesh and blood on the back of the Lord of Zhongheng, piercing into his spine, and his two fingers were like electricity, squeezing inward.

Immediately, a weak thorn was directly pinched by Wang Mo's fingers.

The Lord of Zhongheng's face was pale, and cold sweat was secreting, but he gritted his teeth and turned this pain into a flame of hatred, burning in his eyes.

Wang Mo pinched the weak thorn and slowly pulled it outward, this feeling was like being used to extract the marrow, the pain that few people could bear.

Wang Mo's expression was extremely solemn, not letting his fingers tremble, pinching the sharp thorn, slowly pulling it out, every inch he pulled out, the Lord of Zhongheng would tremble and let out a muffled snort, his hands grabbed the ground tightly, and directly grabbed out of the deep pit.

Wang Mo couldn't see the look of the Lord of Zhongheng, he spent all his energy on those two fingers, as he slowly pulled it up, he always maintained a steady speed, he didn't dare to be too violent, the sharp thorns were soft, although it was not completely fused with the spine of the Lord of Zhongheng, but it was also fused with most of it, so he had to be more careful.

Time passed, this ninth sharp thorn was very long, half a pillar of incense time, Wang Mo pulled out most of it, and the sweat on his forehead remained, but he ignored it, but always looked at the sharp thorn.

The sharp thorns that were dragged out were all black, and a large amount of black blood dripped on the ground, making a gurgling sound.

"Pull it out all at once!" The calm voice of the Lord of Zhongheng seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth and entered Wang Mo's ears.

Wang Mo was silent, and in an instant, his right hand pulled outwards fiercely, and with a single breath, all the sharp thorns were completely pulled out of the backbone of the Lord of Zhongheng, and black blood sprayed, and the Lord of Zhongheng spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the spine of the back bulged high. The strange squirming slowly calmed down.

The sound of violent wheezing came from the mouth of the Lord of Zhongheng, his eyes were red, and it took a long time to slowly subside, and he pinched his hands and began to meditate and breathe.

Wang Mo's face was pale, he closed his eyes and meditated after throwing away the sharp thorn, and pulled out the ninth thorn, he felt the same way, as if he had pulled out his own bone marrow, the pain, although it was not as bearable as the Lord of Zhongheng, was also very strong.

Half an hour later, Wang Mo opened his eyes.

"The last one..."Wang Mo said softly.

The Lord of Zhongheng exhaled slowly, turned to face Wang Mo, and silently looked at the junior brother in front of him, looking at his tired look, looking at the red and dry blood on his body, a trace of discoloration flashed in his eyes.

"Is there any wine?" the Lord of Zhongheng waved his hands, his body had been imprisoned for many years, and he was a little strange at this moment.

Wang Mo nodded, raised the void with his right hand and grabbed it, and a crack in the storage appeared, and a wine jug flew out of it.

The Lord of Zhongheng laughed, grabbed the wine jug, put it in his mouth and drank it fiercely, the spicy feeling spread all over his body, making him let out a long breath and hand the wine jug to Wang Mo.

After Wang Mo took it, he also put it to his mouth, took a big sip, and a hot feeling came out of his body, and he looked at the Lord of Zhongheng and laughed at the same time.

The two of them laughed extremely happily, this kind of hearty and heroic laughter is rarely seen by the Lord of Zhongheng, and Wang Mo is the same.

"After this thorn is taken out, I can resume my cultivation, and I will be much more refined! Blood Qi Fundamental, Blood Qi Fundamental..." said the Lord of Zhongheng, his expression flashed with sadness, but he was deeply hidden, took the wine jug from Wang Mo's hand, and took another sip.

"Come on, take out that last thorn!" The Lord of Zhongheng put down the wine jug, his eyes showed a fine light, he looked like this, faintly let Wang Mo see the Lord of Zhongheng back then!

"This last sharp thorn is in the veins of your whole body! This thorn is probably the longest one!" Wang Mo looked at the bulging veins on the body of the Lord of Zhongheng, and slowly spoke.

"From here, I remember that this thorn was from here. The Lord of Zhongheng looked deep in thought, and after contemplating for a moment, his right hand raised a finger to the heart of his chest, and under his finger, a bloody wound immediately appeared on his chest, and the flesh and blood in it separated, revealing the cyan blood veins below.

Taking a deep breath, the Lord of Zhongheng directly pinched it without thinking, and the blood vessels were actually pulled out of the wound by him, his expression was calm, as if he could not see any pain, but the contraction of his pupils was enough to show how deep the pain was at the moment.

Wang Mo's eyes flashed, his right hand raised and waved forward, directly cutting off the blood vessels in the chest of the Lord of Zhongheng, as soon as the blood vessels were broken, the blood was just about to be sprayed, and it was immediately coagulated by Wang Mo's seal, and then his two fingers went deep into the blood vessels at the other end, pinching inward in its expansion.

As if grasping something, Wang Mo jerked outward, the body of the Lord of Zhongheng trembled sharply like never before, and his complexion, which had just recovered a little, suddenly turned pale, but he gritted his teeth and lowered his head, staring at the blood vessels in his chest, and under Wang Mo's drag, half of the purple thorns that were pulled out!

The sharp thorn was softer, like a snake, writhing as it was halfway out.

With each twist, the cold sweat on the forehead of the Lord of Zhongheng would be more, and he simply grabbed the wine jug next to him, put it in his mouth and took another big sip.

At the moment when he drank this sip of wine, Wang Mo pinched the purple thorn in his right hand, and pulled it outward, the thorn was twisted, and it was directly dragged out of seven feet long, the face of the lord of Zhongheng was already blue, his lips trembled, and a low roar faintly came from his mouth, he stared at the sky deadly, the anger in his eyes burned again, and under this severe pain, the wine jug he was holding in his right hand was directly crushed, and the wine in it was sprayed and fell around.

"Wang Mo, do you have any spirits..."

Wang Mo raised his left hand in silence and grabbed the void, and a cyan wine jug appeared, which was not filled with wine, but with the blood of the flame dragon given by the fire phoenix!

This blood is very strong!

Wang Mo's eyes were solemn, and he grabbed the sharp thorn and pulled it outward, and under the low roar of the Lord of Zhongheng, he directly pulled out most of it! Countless green tendons in the body of the Lord of Zhongheng bulged, and they all condensed towards his chest under the wriggling.

What's more, in Wang Mo's dragging, the solidified cultivation in the main body of Zhongheng was loosened, and a surging aura rose into the sky, turning into rolling black clouds in the sky, and the breath of blood and qi was extremely rich in this instant!

Patches of black snow slowly fell from the clouds and scattered across the earth.

"You take a break, I'll come by myself. The eyes of the Lord of Zhongheng flashed, and the whole person stood up directly, put the wine jug in his right hand to his mouth and took another sip, and raised his left hand to grab the purple thorn on his chest, and pulled it outward.

With a "boom", the squirming muscles all over his body became more violent, and the purple thorns were pulled out a lot by the Lord of Zhongheng!!