Wang Mo didn't pause, his right hand pinched a little in the center of his eyebrows, and immediately his immortal spirit leaked out from the center of his eyebrows, and spewed out a breath of immortal qi towards the broken sword surrounded by flames.

It was even more in the immortal spirit, the second immortal spirit transformed by Wang Mo Bajiu Xuangong suddenly opened his eyes, and he also spewed out a breath of immortal qi.

As a result, the thunder and fire intertwined with the immortal qi surging at the same time, and as soon as it touched the flame that surrounded the broken sword, the flame immediately burst into flames on a large scale, as if it had been added to boiling oil.

There was a rumbling thunder echoing continuously, and gradually, the edge of the crimson broken sword already showed signs of melting, but almost as soon as it melted, a cold killing aura immediately emerged from the broken sword, confronting the flames.

This phenomenon is not unfamiliar to Wang Mo, almost every time he practices this broken sword, there will be such a change, but today, Wang Mo has no time to continue to consume, he must refine all this broken sword in one fell swoop, and form his own killing sword in his body, so that he can continue to practice the powerful magic power of killing and killing, which is both offensive and defensive.

If it was before the success of the Eight or Nine Xuangong, Wang Mo was not completely sure of success, but now, he was seventy percent sure!

Eyes retracted from the burning and sacrificial broken sword, Wang Mo took a deep breath, and the flames in his eyes became thicker under the pinching of both hands, as if he could illuminate the heavens and the earth, as Wang Mo's right hand raised to the sky, the second immortal spirit in his body also made such an action, at this moment, an unimaginable firepower suddenly burst out from the second immortal in Wang Mo's body, and turned into a sea of fire along Wang Mo's right hand and went straight to the sky.

"Yan Ju!" Wang Mo's voice was low, and at the moment when these words came out, all the firepower in the Immortal Cultivation Star where he was suddenly moved, and he went straight to Wang Mo to condense.

Not only is this Immortal Cultivation Star like this, but even the burning starry sky outside it is also the same, as the majestic firepower continues to merge, Wang Mo put down his right hand, and pointed at the broken sword, and suddenly, this condensed firepower went straight to the broken sword, and in an instant, the melting of this broken sword skyrocketed several times.

But in the same way, the killing aura emitted by the broken sword within it also increased, constantly fighting against the flames.

Wang Mo stared at the broken sword for a while, his eyes flickered violently a few times, and the second immortal spirit in his body suddenly moved, penetrating his own immortal spirit, and turned into a red light along Wang Mo's eyes and went straight to the broken sword.

At this moment, Wang Mo did not hesitate to pinch the trick with both hands, and opened his mouth to spew out something, but it was the eighteen hellish inch divine seals!

"Gathering Order, Emperor Xuan, Emperor of People, now!" Wang Mo spoke, and with a wave of his right hand forward, a piece of crystal light immediately surrounded the Inch Divine Seal, and in an instant, those crystal lights condensed with each other, but they turned into two illusory souls!

It was the Emperor Xuan and the human emperor who fused together with the two clones!

As soon as the two trapped souls appeared, they immediately went straight to the broken sword, surrounding Wang Mo's second immortal spirit, helping to refine the broken sword! At the same time, Wang Mo's left hand raised and pressed towards the crater beside him, and suddenly there was a roaring sound from the volcano, and the black smoke gushing out of it became thicker, and in a moment, a wave of heat rushed up from the crater.

In this heat wave, there was even a piece of crimson magma sprayed, but under the guidance of Wang Mo's left hand, these magma came like flowing water, surrounded the broken sword, and turned into a huge ball of igneous rock about ten zhang in size, making the temperature inside it even higher.

This time, Wang Mo can be said to be at any cost, he will completely refine the killing sword of the human emperor, the second immortal, the Xuan Emperor, the human emperor clone, and mobilize the power of heaven and earth fire, and finally use magma as a shell to seal everything of this kind, making the internal sacrifice faster.

Wang Mo was under the ten-zhang giant ball, and his hands constantly mobilized the fire divine power of the surrounding heaven and earth, merging into this ball one by one, and time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it was twelve hours.

The intensity consumption of this kind of sacrifice, if it takes a long time, Wang Mo will not be able to bear it, this consumes not only his own divine power, but also the divine power that has been condensed by devouring dozens of immortals in the past three years.

Twelve hours passed, Wang Mo's eyes suddenly burst into fine light, he let out a low cry, and threw his hands around, but when he heard the sound of "boom", the huge fire rock ball in front of him collapsed, turning into countless burning fragments and scattering, and the broken sword in it was even more at this moment of collapse, unable to resist the power of the raging flames, all melted, and was devoured by Wang Mo's second immortal, and quickly returned to Wang Mo's body.

The souls of the Xuan Emperor and the Human Emperor have also returned to the Inch God Seal.

Wang Mo closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, and gradually outside his second immortal spirit, a crimson sword was condensed, surrounded by bursts of killing qi, as long as Wang Mo's mind moved, this killing qi could rush out.

"It's a pity that refining this sword consumes too much killing on it, and the killing qi that remains on it right now is less than a million... I still need to continue to cultivate and keep adding. Wang Mo opened his eyes, exhaled deeply, and patted the storage bag, and immediately a black light flew out, turning into a long sword that exuded vicissitudes in front of Wang Mo.

Wang Mo stared at the trident, but at this moment, his expression suddenly moved, he looked up at the starry sky, and immediately, Wang Mo's eyes flashed with guilt and gloom.

"After all, I have to give him an explanation for this matter..."Wang Mo secretly sighed and put away his long sword, shook his body, and disappeared in place.

Not far from the Immortal Cultivation Star where Wang Mo is, there is also a Fire Clan's Immortal Cultivation Star, which is also the main star, on it, there are many mountains, fiery red, and it looks spectacular.

At this moment, on the highest peak of this Immortal Cultivation Star, there was a woman kneeling, this woman was very beautiful, but her expression was sad, she knelt there, motionless.

In front of her, there is a black stone statue, which is carved by Wang Mo. Behind the statue is a cave at the top of a mountain, and it is pitch black.

Next to the stone statue, there was also a young man in black sitting cross-legged, this young man looked cold, closed his eyes and didn't look at the woman not far away, just meditated calmly.

"Please, let me in—" The woman looked at the man in black with tears in her eyes.

"No!" the young man in black opened his eyes and spoke coldly.

The woman's body trembled, and she was about to speak, when suddenly a sigh came from the sky, and she saw ripples echoing in the sky above the mountaintop, and Wang Mo took a step.

As soon as Wang Mo appeared, the black-clothed young man immediately showed excitement and fanaticism, and immediately got up and said respectfully: "Zhi Ge has seen the master. ”

When the woman saw Wang Mo, her expression became even more sad, but she did not speak.

"Shaoqian, take me to see your grandfather. Wang Mo nodded to Zhi Ge slightly, and said softly to the woman.

"Grandpa, he... He's dying. Shaoqian's eyes flowed from her eyes.

The guilt in Wang Mo's eyes was even stronger, and with a flick of his big sleeves, he rolled up Shaoqian and disappeared here.

On a city, an old man with white hair and an extremely vicissitudes of life kept drinking, and his expression revealed a sense of madness.

"Second brother, third brother, eldest brother is sorry for you, sorry..." The old man poured a sip of wine fiercely, letting the wine flow from the corners of his mouth, blending with the tears in his eyes.

What he drank was wine and tears. Because of the integration of tears, the wine is no longer sweet, but full of bitterness, because of the bitterness in the old man's heart, it is not so much that he drinks, but that he drinks his own tears.

Behind him, in the flickering ripples, Wang Mo and Shaoqian walked out, Shaoqian saw the old man's appearance, tears were even more, and he was about to go up and grab the old man's wine jug, but was stopped by Wang Mo.

Wang Mo approached the old man with a long sigh, sat on the city wall with him, picked up a wine jug next to him casually, and also took a big sip.

Wang Mo and Duan Haijun sat at the head of the city like this, silently drinking the wine in their hands with each other, looking up from time to time, they could also see the fiery red world in the distance, and the heat wave was pervasive, whistling by.

"Dead... The third child died, and the immortal spirit of the second child finally dissipated..."Duan Haijun drank all the wine in the pot in a bitter sip, still on the side.

"Win the three gentlemen, win the three gentlemen, now, I'm the only one left..."

Wang Mo was silent, took a sip of the wine in his hand, and said softly: "Back then, I shouldn't have let the three of you go together..."

That Duan Haijun turned around abruptly and stared at Wang Mo, his expression revealing hideousness and hatred, Wang Mo also looked at Duan Haijun, looking at it silently.

"Shaoqian, let's go get a drink!" The two looked at each other for a long time, the hideousness on Duan Haijun's face gradually dissipated, and he said to Shaoqian behind him with some gloom, turned his head, and looked at the fiery red of the world in the distance.

"Immortal cultivators, since you have embarked on this road of no return, you will inevitably disappear from the immortals, I understand this... Back then, you invited the three of us to go to the Hook Tooth Endless Realm, but you didn't force it, it was the three of us who volunteered, and the old man also understood this..."Duan Haijun looked bitter, looked at the scattered wine jugs around him, picked up a few and shook them, they were all empty.

Wang Mo handed the wine jug in his hand to Duan Haijun in silence, Duan Haijun took a big sip, tears flowed from his eyes, and muttered: "The old man hates that he has not cultivated enough, hates that he can't resurrect the second and third brothers, and hates that he can't take revenge!!"

At this moment, Shaoqian also bought wine from the city, and with red eyes, she gently placed a few wine jugs next to Duan Haijun.

Wang Mo picked up a wine jug, drank a pot in one gulp, showed decisiveness in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Duan Haijun, Wang is responsible for this matter, if you didn't let the three of you go with you back then, there would be no such sad thing, the one who killed your brother is the Demon Divine Tea, Wang promised, it won't be long before you have the opportunity to kill the Divine Tea with your own hands and avenge your brother!"

Duan Haijun's body trembled, and he looked up at Wang Mo suddenly, his expression revealing excitement.

"That's true!"

"This is Wang's promise to you!" Wang Mo put the wine jug on the ground, got up and looked at the world in the distance, as if he was recalling something, and said slowly: "A person is born, life and death, if you see it through, you will see it through... Your two brothers, and you to pay tribute, it's enough. Those of us who cultivate immortals, life and death are no longer in our own lives, in the vast star field, there will be immortals dying every day, and how many people remember them, and how many will there be, and they can pay tribute to them.

When you embark on this road of no return, you must see through life and death, see through your own life and death, and see through the life and death of others... Duan Haijun, see it through, if you see it through, you will have less pain..."

Wang Mo's voice was calm, but there was a strong melancholy, leaving this paragraph, he got up and walked into the distance, his back contained a depression and loneliness that was even richer than Duan Haijun.

Duan Haijun looked at Wang Mo's back in a daze, his ears surrounded the previous words, seeing that Wang Mo was about to go away, he stood up and said loudly: "Can you see through?"

In the distance, Wang Mo's body shook and stopped, he didn't look back, he was silent for a long time, and said softly: "I haven't seen through..."