This day is also the fourth year after the war between Wang Mo and Li Simiao.

In the past four years, Wang Mo has been in retreat for nearly two years, and his physical injuries have recovered, but the immortal spirit has not fully recovered from his injury......

The order on the ownership of the six border cities has still not come down, but the six border cities are indeed gradually recovering as before, many chambers of commerce and forces have also opened, and for those forces who are ready to move, Wang Mo has adopted a very primitive solution, a slap and a sugar, so that those forces can honestly hand over their share of the offerings on time and on time, and it is twice as much as before, the key is that everyone is willing from the bottom of their hearts......

In the second year after the Great War of Wang and Li, tens of thousands of immortals chose to gather in Tianjiang City, and most of these immortals were scattered immortals, and they had only one purpose, that is, to join Tianjiang City and choose to become a member of the Broken Word Army......

And Wang Mo is not a refusal to come, and it is not only the people who can join the word-breaking army who are cultivated to be strong, Wang Mo values the heart and loyalty of these people, after five or six years of secret visits, temptations and other series, only 8,000 people can really enter the word-breaking army!

As for the other personnel, Wang Mo did not refuse, and let them join the Heavy Word Army, the Lizi Army and the Jiazi Army, of course, now these three army personnel are under the control of Wang Mo, the former commanders of the three armies, Zhang Wujing and Zhao Gongming died in battle, Xingyuan's whereabouts are unknown, of course, Wang Mo did not care too much.

Now, Wang Mo's top priority is to gather his own people, cultivate his own forces, and firmly grasp the six border cities in his own hands......

On this day, Wang Mo walked alone in a mountain forest thousands of miles away from Tianjiang City, and while he was pondering, Wang Mo's face suddenly changed, and his footsteps immediately stopped, looking around suspiciously.

"Lock!!" A vicissitudes of life voice suddenly came from the void, and then, above the sky, a huge array immediately appeared.

Wang Mo did not hesitate, and immediately teleported out in a flash, but dozens of miles away, his body "banged" and was bounced out.

Immediately afterwards, as soon as the formation of the sky moved, a huge force came out of it frantically, and Wang Mo was frightened, his body was immediately sucked up, and he flew towards the formation like a rainbow.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared into the formation.

The array slowly dissipated, and a white-haired old man appeared in mid-air, muttering to himself: "Wang Mo Xiao'er, you are finally willing to go out of the city!

This person was one of the seven people around Li Simiao back then, and one of the elders of the Xue Ju clan......

In the northwest of the border, this place is desolate, and at this moment, a huge array suddenly appeared in the sky, and then a figure was thrown out of the formation and fell down.

Wang Mo's body was still in mid-air, so he jumped up, looked around cautiously, and then his face couldn't help but become gloomy.

In front, there was a white-haired old man, at this moment, he stared at Wang Mo tightly with a pair of eyes, and said coldly: "Wang Mo Xiao'er, the old man Xue Ju clan protector elder - Xiang Kunlun, come to take your surname!"

"Eight Palaces of Death!!" Wang Mo recognized the other party's cultivation at a glance, and his heart couldn't help but become even more gloomy, he didn't say a word and tore his right hand in the void, intending to tear the space and escape.

In the face of such a master of cultivation, Wang Mo knew that he could not resist, so he could only escape!

But immediately, Wang Mo's eyes flashed a trace of gloom, in the past, with his cultivation and murderous immortal power, it was easy to tear open a spatial crack, but now, with all his strength, he couldn't tear open this space.

This has nothing to do with the reduction of his cultivation, after all, even if it is reduced, he now has the murderous immortal power of the Death Gate realm, and it is absolutely impossible to tear apart the spatial cracks.

The white-haired old man shook his head and sneered and said, "Boy, in order to prevent you from escaping, this place has been imprisoned, and there is no spatial rift......"

Wang Mo didn't say a word, he turned around and was about to teleport, but immediately, the color of frost in his eyes became even stronger, teleporting, and he couldn't use it!

Cracks in space, can't be torn open. Teleportation, useless. The other party obviously knows himself very well, so he lays a net to not leave himself the slightest chance to escape.

Wang Mo stepped on his feet and galloped backwards.

The white-haired old man snorted unhurriedly, shook his head and said: "If the old man doesn't make a move, once he makes a move, he won't relax his vigilance because you are new to the realm of death, Wang Mo, this time, you are dead." ”

He moved, flew forward, and followed Wang Mo from a distance.

How fast Wang Mo's speed is, how fast this person is, and he is not in a hurry to chase it, but has been holding it in his back like a cat and mouse.

Wang Mo's heart became more and more gloomy, he slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and immediately took out a jade talisman, and as soon as he spit out the immortal power, the jade talisman suddenly emitted blue fire, burning in an instant, and dissipating.

"Xu Yuan, come quickly!" Wang Mo sighed inwardly.

It didn't take long for Wang Mo to suddenly stop, and in front of him, there was a person standing.

This person is a gray-haired old Ou, who is wearing a white robe like Xiang Kunlun, and the white-haired old Ou stepped forward, and suddenly, there was a huge pressure between heaven and earth.

"It's the Eight Palaces of Death again!" Wang Mo felt bitter in his heart.

At this time, the white-haired old man had already chased after him, stopped a hundred zhang away, and said with a smile: "Wang Mo Xiao'er, don't run away, today, the old man will use your soul refining sacrifice to tell my patriarch in the spirit of the sky!!"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand and pointed towards Wang Mo, and suddenly, a whirlwind appeared in front of him, with a whistling sound, and rushed towards Wang Mo.

Wang Mo's body retreated quickly, his right hand stretched out, the ancient black sword in his hand, slashed forward, the sword flashed wildly in the roar, the whirlwind shook, slightly dissipated, the sword penetrated the whirlpool, and galloped towards the white-haired old man.

There was a hint of mockery in the eyes of the white-haired old man, and his big hand grabbed it in front of him, and suddenly, the sword was immediately grabbed by him, and he collapsed under a pinch.

"Huh?" The white-haired old man was slightly surprised, his entire right hand was a little numb at the moment.

Wang Mo sighed again in his heart, after the immortal spirit was damaged and not healed, even the power of this ancient black sword could not be used to show the performance of the battle with Li Simiao.

Wang Mo gritted his teeth, turned around and fled again.

At this moment, the white-haired old Ou on the other side snorted lightly, and his body moved, as fast as thunder, and instantly caught up with Wang Mo and patted him lightly behind him.

Wang Mo snorted miserably, and only had time to condense the only remaining immortal power in his body behind him, and the ancient black sword in his hand was even more in front of him, but his body was still hit by a strong force, and he was suddenly thrown out quickly, falling hundreds of feet away, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood, including some internal organ fragments.

Wang Mo's face was like ashes, and he was injured and injured.

The white-robed old Ou grabbed it with his big hand, and some of the evil dead souls in the ancient black sword were grabbed by him, took a closer look, and said in a deep voice: "It's a strange magic weapon!! ”

Xiang Kunlun smiled slightly and said, "That sword will belong to you in a while, but the thunder soul that can cause heavenly thunder will belong to me." The white-robed old man laughed and didn't speak, just nodded.

Wang Mo struggled to stand up, his legs trembled slightly, this was not his intention, but the injury was too serious.

His face was gloomy, staring at Xiang Kunlun, and he said word by word: "The Snow Giant Clan... You're breaking the covenant!"

He looked at Wang Mo and sneered: "The agreement is that the six border cities will be returned, and the Ghost Emperor Kingdom will not invade the Human Emperor for a hundred years.... We should abide by it, but if you kill the patriarch of my Snow Ju clan, how can I keep you in Kunlun..."

Wang Mo's eyes were gloomy, his right hand trembled and took out the pill from the storage bag, swallowed it in front of the two old monsters of the dead door, and said calmly: "The two dead doors and eight palaces shot at the same time, just to take the life of the next, such an honor, remember it in my heart!"

The white-haired old Ou smiled slightly, nodded and said: "That's right, it should be so, even if you die, you should go away with a smile, as for your black sword, I am very interested in the old woman." As she spoke, she gave her right hand again.

This time, an arm-thick aura suddenly flew out of the white-haired old Ou's hand, and instantly came to Wang Mo's side, and in a flash, a roar came to him.

The immortal power in Wang Mo's body has recovered somewhat, his right hand flipped, the ancient black sword in his hand, and with a shake, the evil spirit immediately roared out, forming layers of black mist in front of him, blocking the aura.

But listening to the sound of "Boom", the evil spirit dissipated one by one, and in the end, the aura was dissolved.

"What a magic weapon, I'm going to study it carefully!" The white-haired old Ou's eyes lit up, he looked at the ancient black sword in Wang Mo's hand, and said with a smile.

In her opinion, this time, this Wang Mo will definitely die, and if the two immortals of the Eight Palaces of Death cannot kill just one of them who have just entered the Door of Death, it will never be possible.

Wang Mo's face turned even paler, and a trace of despair surged into his heart, the only thing he could do now was to delay time and wait for Xu Yuan and them, this was the only way!

But now, after receiving a palm from the white-haired old Ou before, the old injury recurred, the new injury increased, and the immortal power in his body also became chaotic at the moment when he waved the ancient black sword.

Xiang Kunlun's eyes were calm, his body moved, turned into an afterimage, and flew towards Wang Mo.

Wang Mo's heart was horizontal, the ancient black sword in his hand shook again, and all the evil spirits poured out......

During the flight, Wang Mo put his right hand on the center of his eyebrows, and when he tried, he immediately sighed, the other party didn't know what formation to put down, not only the spatial crack could not be torn apart, but the teleportation could not be carried out.

This formation is wonderful, in fact, not only Wang Mo can't teleport, but even Xiang Kunlun and the white-haired old Ou who put down the formation can't teleport here.

"How could Li Simiao die?" Wang Mo's eyes showed a trace of hatred, and a trace of doubt also appeared.