This world is very large, four continents, all vast and boundless, tens of millions of counties, but also have their own unique scenery. And on this continent, there are mortals, and there are all kinds of cultivators. Or for the immortals, or for the demon path, or for the monks and Buddhas, or for the demon cultivators, all kinds of cultivation systems, interconnected but incompatible, except for a very small number of geniuses who are difficult to find in ancient times, most of the cultivators are majoring in one subject. However, among these many cultivators, there is a strange person who integrates the major cultivation systems, and at the same time cultivates the six exercises of Confucianism, Immortals, Demons, Buddhas, and Demons, and cultivates himself to a realm that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, this person is the fourth in the world, the silver-faced Dharma King "Wang Mou". And our story is also Wang Mou's magnificent life.

On the day of the lunar month of the Holy Calendar, the snow was very heavy and the wind was very strong, and the cloak of Wang Mou, who was swept by the gust of wind, was hunting. Although with his cultivation, he could naturally suppress this gust of wind, but he didn't. Maybe it's because he doesn't want to show his cultivation, or maybe it's just plain laziness.

Wang Mou looked in front of him, and he could already faintly see the wine guise that was constantly swaying in the wind and snow. It was almost there, Wang Mou thought as he took out a pure silver half-mask from his bosom and attached it to his face.

"Squeak—" The old wooden door made a tooth-aching sound. Someone in the tavern looked up and saw Wang Mou who had just entered the door.

"Disturbing. Wang Mou clenched his fist at everyone in the tavern.

"His Holiness is gracious. A white-haired old man sitting in the tavern said slowly, and raised his glass to Wang Mou from afar.

Wang Mou nodded and sat down at a table near the counter. "Warm a pot of wine and stir-fry two dishes. Wang Mou said to the shopkeeper behind the counter, and it looked like he had been eating here for many years.

The shopkeeper smiled, turned around and walked into the back kitchen, and in a moment he took out a tray, one wine and two dishes, still steaming.

"Trouble. Wang Mou said to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, how much wine do I have left?" ”

"A jar is more than sixteen catties and seven taels and two dollars. The shopkeeper calmly said this accurately, without the slightest hesitation.

"That's right. The shopkeeper, the rest, will be given to you. After all, it is an ancient age, and it is a pity to throw it away. Wang Mou took a sip of wine and said slowly.

When the shopkeeper heard this, the hand holding the tray trembled slightly, and he glanced at Wang Mou, who smiled at the shopkeeper and continued to drink.

"Today, I've got the dish. The shopkeeper sighed and turned back to the counter, but from the slightly noisy sound of the abacus, he could tell that the shopkeeper's heart was not so calm.

Before I died, I knew that it was not bad to have such a friend. Wang Mou was thinking about it while eating vegetables, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but have a hint of a smile.

"Squeak-" The old wooden door opened again, and five lean men in black walked into the shop. The leader looked around the hotel, his eyes stopped on Wang Mou for a moment, then quickly turned away, and secretly made a secret gesture to the four people behind him.

The man in black at the head walked to the counter and asked the shopkeeper who was looking down to settle accounts, "Shopkeeper, what are the specialties here?" ”

"It's closed, please come back next time. The shopkeeper replied without raising his head, although the word please was used, but the tone was obviously expelling.

"It's so windy and snowy outside, and there's no food, can you sit for a while?" The man in black looked at the shopkeeper with a smile on his face, but his body quietly moved towards Wang Mou.

Without waiting for the shopkeeper to reply, except for the black-clothed man who was talking to the shopkeeper, the other four took out a pitch-black dagger from their bodies and rushed towards Wang Mou. The four men in black were obviously trained, and the angle of attack was extremely tricky, and if Wang Mou did not handle one of them properly, he would definitely be in a different place.

But Wang Mou didn't panic at all, bursts of Buddha light suddenly appeared on his body, and an angry King Kong appeared behind Wang Mou, and the four daggers touched the Buddha's light and made a burst of gold and iron sounds.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the four men in black quickly retreated, biting the tip of their tongues and spurting out a mouthful of essence blood. At this time, I saw a huge black skeleton appear in the air out of thin air, surrounded by bursts of black gas.

"Is that what you can do?" Wang Mou said slowly as he looked at the black skeleton in front of him. Wang Mou picked up the chopsticks in his hand and shouted "duh". The chopsticks flew towards the black skeleton at great speed. At that moment, the chopsticks in Wang Mou's hand were not flying swords but flying swords, and they were stuck in the eyes of the skeletons. The black skeleton wanted to prevent it, but the chopsticks were too fast, and they couldn't parry it at all, so they went straight to the door, and the skeleton skeleton shattered.

After the skeleton shattered, the four men in black spurted blood from their mouths, and they no longer had the strength to fight. The man in black, the leader who talked to the hotel shopkeeper at the beginning, saw that the situation was not good, and was anxious to escape, and he wanted to flee with a dodge.

"Can you escape?" said the hotel shopkeeper as he looked at the man in black who had rushed to the door, and there was an indescribable chill in his words.

I saw that the hotel shopkeeper waved his hand, and a layer of cold ice quickly covered his whole body from behind the man in black, but this process was useless for even a moment.

It all happened between the lightning and the fire, and it took only ten seconds from the four men in black to the fall.

"I'm sorry. The hotel shopkeeper arched his hand to Wang Mou, and he could clearly feel the apology in his heart, although he was also a cultivator, similar attacks were common, but after all, it was the last time his old friend ate here, and the shopkeeper was very upset in his heart.

"Out of the way. Wang Mou waved his hand, took the last sip of the glass and turned to walk towards the door.

"Shopkeeper, these people still want you to clean them up. Wang Mou smashed the ice sculpture made by the man in black in front of the door with a palm, and turned to the hotel shopkeeper.

"It should. The hotel shopkeeper responded.

"Ranked, there will be a period later. Wang Mou bowed his hand to the few guests present, then opened the door and turned to enter the snowstorm.

Many hotel guests, including the tavern shopkeeper, toasted to Wang Mou, who had stepped into the snowstorm, although they didn't know what happened, but from Wang Mou's words, they could know that the fourth in the world was probably running out.

"It's a pity that a generation of giants is going to leave like this. The hotel keeper muttered to himself.

Countless diners in the hotel also sighed, but Wang Mou, who was walking in the wind and snow at this time, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Has the true qi rush reached such a realm?" Wang Mou said bitterly. Just switching between the two different exercises, the true qi has already rushed to the point of forcing out a mouthful of blood.

"The days when the exercises used to be easy to switch between exercises are probably gone. Wang Mou laughed bitterly at himself, he slowly walked to a pond not far away, and continued to breathe in and recuperate, before he suppressed his restless true qi.

Wang Mouchang took a breath, looked at the frozen lake in front of him, and couldn't help but drift to more than a month ago. Originally, it was a retreat to seek a breakthrough, but how did he think that the luck was not good, and he was catching up with the spiritual energy tide once in a thousand years, and he went crazy without any defense, and only retained his consciousness, but the restless true qi in the dantian completely destroyed the balance between the exercises. Now my body is full of all kinds of violent true qi, and I can't vent it or put it back. can only wait for the moment when these true qi can be completely uncontrollable, and he will explode and die.

Thinking of this, Wang Mou's heart was filled with bitterness, and he ranked fourth in the world in less than one jiazi of cultivation. Although he was a little clever in cultivating the exercises, he could not hide the fact that he was talented, and he should have carved out his own avenue between this heaven and earth, but he didn't want to......

"Alas, forget it, at this rate, I only have about a month left in my life, and the last month, let's live a little indulgent. Wang Mou comforted himself with a self-muttering voice.

At this time, Wang Mou suddenly heard the sound of fighting in the distance, and Wang Mou felt a trace of curiosity in his heart. He exuded a trace of power to disperse the surrounding wind and snow, and flew towards the place where the sound was.

(To be continued)