Wang Mu killed four people one after another, it was no longer possible to do it in the middle stage of ordinary qi refining, although he used the reversal of the Heavenly Gong, but he did not feel the side effects, and he did not know where the side effects of the reversal of the Xuan Gong were, but he really felt the benefits of the reversal of the Heavenly Gong.

The strength is comparable to the late stage of qi refining, so the exercise actually did not go to fight, and was abandoned by the Fengyin Sect, so that the gray monkey stole it back, thinking of this, Wang Mu always felt that he had obtained a great opportunity.

Zheng Cai's expression looked at Wang Mu nervously, she wanted Wang Mu to let her go, and she didn't dare to show the slightest emotion. When Wang Mu saw the woman's unkempt face, he suddenly felt a trace of compassion in his heart, thinking of the bandit who slaughtered the Thorn Ridge cottage in the beginning, he was not a wicked person!

Turned his head and sighed slightly: "While I haven't changed my mind yet, you can leave quickly!"

As if hearing a burst of fairy music, Zheng Cai fled into the distance with a roll, until he couldn't see the hillside where Wang Mu was, then he stopped, looked back to see if Wang Mu had caught up, and showed a trace of grief in his eyes, but when he looked up, there was deep hatred in his eyes.

"Demon Star King Wood!"

Wang Mu found that the flames on his body did not stop, and he was a little at a loss, he couldn't control the flames he cast, and when he released the flames to stop the Blood Sect Ancestor, he didn't control it, and let the flames burn.

Wang Mu had no choice, he didn't have the practice of cultivating the fire attribute, so he could only let the flames burn, but now that he was naked, he couldn't get dressed, so he could only let the flames go out.

His state was under the consumption of reversing the Heavenly Gong, and the burning of the Red Lotus Karma Fire was even more rapidly consumed, and finally after half a pillar of incense, the tender grass around Wang Mu had been burned out, leaving only Wang Mu alone and the bare and hard-burned land under his feet.

The red lotus karmic fire was extinguished, and Wang Mu's spiritual power was also exhausted, and Wang Mu found a way to control the karmic fire on his body. When Li Xing's fireball fell, Wang Mu constantly used the spiritual power of his body and the flames in his body came out, not knowing if he could block the flames, but he knew that his Xuangong had not yet cultivated to the point of perfection, and he couldn't withstand the burning of the flames at all.

Li Xing made the last move, and he already had the idea of letting Wang Mu and Feng Yu die together. But there was still a flame in Wang Mu's body, the same flame that Wang Mu saw in the hell, burning from the depths of his soul!

Finally, after trying three times, the little spark was triggered, as if seeing a provocation, the red lotus karma fire increased rapidly, and under the support of Wang Mu's spiritual power, it quickly turned into a raging fire, burning around Wang Mu's body, but it burned Wang Mu's clothes first!

After there was no karmic fire, Wang Mu found the burden he had thrown aside early, and there was also a set of clothes inside, which Chen Yiqin had prepared for the green-robed old ghost, and asked him to replace it after he came out, and the material was also sewn from the silk of ice and bamboo that was difficult to find in the world. The black ice bamboo clothes were extremely close-fitting, and Wang Mu finally took off his green robe. Only then did he know that the silk was the best material for clothing in the world, and the silk of Bingzhuzhi was barely acceptable.

After Wang Mu walked through the hillside, he looked at the mountain peak in the distance, as long as he crossed it, it would be the sphere of influence of the Lingtai Sect, and he might meet the disciples of the Lingtai Sect who came down the mountain to do business.

After experiencing a powerful battle, Wang Mu was already exhausted, unable to rush as fast as before, and could only find a place to settle along the way.

After walking a stick of incense, Wang Mu found a dilapidated temple in front of him, with ruins and dilapidated walls. Wang Mu walked in and saw that the plaque on the broken temple had only one word "Zen".

The plaque seems to have been cut off by a sword and become two halves, but only half of it is hung on the temple gate, and the other half has disappeared.

The ruined temple is not large, and only one of the houses has a roof, and the rest of the houses are half of the walls with potholes, and there is not even a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Not daring to use the karmic fire, Wang Mu had to break it with the decaying tree next to him, and then hit his copper knife with the pillar stone of the broken temple, and with the help of a weak aura, he lit a pile of dried vegetable firewood.

The flames burned, driving away a trace of chill, and then sat cross-legged, silently operating the spiritual power, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth, and trying to restore his cultivation.

"Haha, it's hard to walk, it's better to find a lamp to warm the chill in my heart!" A middle-aged man with a big beard walking in with a big gourd walked in.

Seeing Wang Mu sitting next to the fire, he smiled freely and handed his wine gourd to Wang Mu: "Little brother, drink two sips to warm up." ”

"Thank you, you don't have to!" Wang Mu said lightly.

Seeing that Wang Mu was not enthusiastic, the bearded man was not angry, but just put the gourd back by himself, and then poured two sips of wine, laughed and said: "Happy, a manly man should drink the strongest wine and ride the wildest horse." The little brother is also in a hurry, don't mind if the big brother is here to disturb me. ”

"Please!" Wang Mu finished speaking and entered the cultivation again, this bearded man did not have the slightest aura on his body, not like a monk, he was not dangerous to himself, Wang Mu did not care about the beard.

"Little brother, thank you here. After the bearded man finished speaking, he went out to collect some dry firewood, which Wang Mu picked up was not enough for him to use overnight.

After putting in two arm-thick dry firewood, the bearded man sat opposite Wang Mu, near the tattered doorway, although the ruined temple was dilapidated, but the fire in the house could also block the cold wind outside.

The bearded man took out two oil-paper wrapped things from his arms, and then gave them to Wang Mu and said, "I'm in a hurry, I don't have much to eat, a piece of oil cake, don't dislike it." ”

Wang Mu took the pancake and put it in front of him, but he didn't eat it immediately.

Spring has just arrived, and there is a cold wind coming, which has no effect on the monks, but for mortals, it needs a place to shelter from the wind.

The bearded man took a mouthful of oil cakes, three sips of old wine, and added two dry firewood from time to time, an hour later, suddenly there was a sound of horses' hooves outside, Wang Mu frowned slightly, why did so many people come tonight, they didn't feel the momentum and spiritual power of the realm, they were not cultivators, and Wang Mu didn't care.

A little later, a sound of footsteps sounded outside, and then from far and near, he walked through the temple door and into the dilapidated room where Wang Mu was.

The place where Wang Mu is in the middle of the temple, which should be the main hall, so the roof has not completely collapsed. The group walked in, led by a grim-faced white-faced man with a pair of narrow eyes full of viciousness.

He came in and took a look at the beard, then walked into the fire, and glanced at the dusty wooden jar, the white-faced man walked to another place, and a black-clothed man behind him hurriedly took out a blue cloth and put it on it, and the white-faced man slowly sat down.

After the white-faced man sat down, the five people around him were divided into two sides, each looking at Wang Mu and Xie Hongyun vigilantly, Wang Mu was still sitting cross-legged without the slightest movement. Xie Hongyun put a fine piece of wood while drinking, since Wang Mu didn't speak, he wouldn't be nosy.

"My lord, that gang of thieves must pass by here tonight, why don't we ambush them around and catch them off guard, they didn't expect that we would ambush here!" said the white-faced man's henchman.

The white-faced man glanced at Wang Mu, and then stretched out an orchid and pointed at the head of his henchman: "Hehehe, what a fool, this official took action personally, why use the next means, you think this official is not the opponent of the thief." ”

"The subordinates don't dare!" The henchman hurriedly bowed his head, he knew the methods of the person in front of him, but if he provoked him, he would be ruthlessly killed, as his henchman, how could he commit such a stupid thing.

"Hmph......" The white-faced man took out a white silk scarf from his sleeve and put it at the corner of his mouth and coughed lightly twice before he said slowly: "If it weren't for the uselessness of your waste, how could this official take action personally, and when the matter is over, you will all give this official a punishment!"

At this time, there was a low shout outside: "Dog thief, I really didn't expect you to really dare to leave the palace, this time I will definitely take your head!"

A long sword shot from the outside, piercing the white-faced man's chest.