"Boom!"

Qingpi shot down the two ** treasures, twisted his body into a breeze, and appeared in front of the light mask in an instant, and lowered his head to the corner.

There was a loud crackling sound, and the bloody yin thunder instantly filled the entire light mask.

Wang Mo's eyes narrowed, and with the force under his feet, he suddenly turned into a streamer, and the halberd pierced the light mask.

With a soft pop, the light mask finally couldn't resist the successive blows and shattered.

Seeing that the trend of the war halberd was not decreasing, the sharp qi that was wrapped in it cut the old man's cheek, and in a panic, he hurriedly skimmed his body, and with a snort, the sword blade of the war halberd went directly into the flesh, and the sharp blade slid gently, without even a sound, and the old man's left arm was broken at the shoulder.

"Ahh

The old man only felt that the dantian was sinking, and the time to mobilize his vitality was already restricted, so he hurriedly used his divine sense to probe into the dantian, wanting to break through the resistance.

Wang Mo used the thunder system true yuan to block his golden pill in an instant, and the old man could completely break through with his divine sense cultivation, but where would Wang Mo give him this time, the halberd in his left hand waved, and with a soft sound, the old man's head rose to the sky with a flash of blood.

Looking at the old man's flying head, Wang Mo pinched the trick with his right hand, and several magic tricks did not enter his skull in a snap of his fingers, and one fell to the ground with a poof, and the bones rolled to the side.

"Whew!"

After doing this, Wang Mo gasped a few breaths fiercely, but before he could calm down, there was a loud noise beside him, and he hurriedly looked back.

"Boom!"

I saw the huge body of the green skin, lying on the ground like pushing a golden jade pillar, violently agitating on the abdomen, and the blood in the mouth and nose was measured and flowed out.

Obviously, he was in a hurry to savior before, and when his injuries had just stabilized, he used his natal supernatural power several times in a row, causing it to be added.

Looking at Qingpi's situation at this time, Wang Mo still didn't understand, he didn't care about the injuries on his body and fatigue, so he hurriedly patted the storage bag and took out a bottle of elixir, fed Qingpi to it, and then put it into the spirit beast bag.

Turning his head to see the old man's headless corpse still twitching, a touch of coldness flashed in Wang Mo's eyes, and with one hand, he shot into one of the spells, and then took out his golden pill.

Looking at this incomparably round crimson golden pill, Wang Mo waved his hand and put away the old man's body with the skull, and then sacrificed the night demon hidden clothes to put on and leave here.

......

Half a month later, Wang Mo woke up from his cultivation in a cave.

A cold glow flashed between his eyes opened and closed, and a red glow flashed on the ground between his palms, and an additional corpse with a separate corpse appeared.

"Hurry!"

I saw the corpse float up, and it exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a soft pop, and several blue-gold rays surrounded it before it burst open.

"Blood refining and soul chasing!"

Suddenly, Wang Mo drank lightly in his mouth, reached forward with both hands, and played a mysterious trick that did not enter it.

With his cultivation at this time, he can already perform the secret technique of refining blood and chasing souls without the need for a array.

After the magic trick was not entered, the blood mist made a snorting sound, and it rolled up rapidly, and after the tea was completed, a black and red mist was formed.

Then I saw the black mist surging, and gradually condensed into a figure, it was the old man who attacked Wang Mo secretly.

"You're so poisonous...... As soon as the old man appeared, he scolded Wang Mo.

But before he finished speaking, the magic trick in Wang Mo's hand changed, and the old man's soul burst out again.

I only heard a crackling sound, and under the soul refining technique, the original black-red divine soul mist gradually turned into a gray cloud.

Looking at this gray mist, Wang Mo slowly closed his eyes, and his divine sense moved to explore inside, only to see his complexion change for a while, and finally the corner of his mouth hooked up a rather playful smile.

A few days later, after Wang Mo recovered from his injuries, he took out a storage ring from his bosom and carried it on his fingers, without casting any hidden tricks.

Then he took out a set of red robes and put them on himself.

He took out the old man's two magic weapons, the giant hammer and the red gold sword, and practiced them with Danhuo, his body rattled with a crisp sound, and his hands rubbed on his cheeks, transforming into the appearance of the old man.

Then he got up and walked out of the cave, and his figure flashed, and he headed northeast.

From the old man's soul, Wang Mo learned that this person's name was Hu Yanlie, and he was a refiner.

This time, he was passing by here, and he wanted to go to the southwest to collect some flesh and blood from living beings to cultivate his own demonic flame.

Hu Yanlie, although he has been cultivating with the flesh and blood of demon beasts on the surface, secretly he doesn't know how many human souls he has sacrificed.

After all, human beings are primates, and they have spiritual wisdom when they are born, and they are extremely resentful after being tortured and killed, and it is best to use them to cultivate various magic skills.

Therefore, most demon cultivators mostly choose to sacrifice mortal souls, rather than choosing monsters and other living beings.

Zhongyang City, which belongs to the Blood Soul Sect, a first-class sect of the Demon Dao, is also one of the top monk distribution towns within a radius of 10,000 miles.

After a few days of flying, Wang Mo looked at the huge city in front of him, the information that passed through his mind, and walked towards the city with a proud look.

Hu Yanlie's status in Zhongyang City is quite high, not only because of his cultivation in the later stage of the Yudan, but also because of his status as a refiner.

Although after the monk enters the Dan stage, the golden pill can automatically give birth to Dan fire for refining tools.

However, most of the monks who have not only refined their natal magic weapons, but also found refiners to refine their magic weapons, after all, they specialize in the art industry.

And this Hu Yanlie, as a casual cultivator, was bullied by many people in the sect when his cultivation was low, and he swore never to enter the sect, and he was alone, so he naturally became the first choice for Wang Mo's identity change.

In addition, he is also a refiner, and there is a refining shop in Zhongyang City, with the help of this identity, Wang Mo can collect third-order refining materials in a grand manner, as long as he does not do it too high-profile, plus secretly collect some, it is enough to supply him with cultivation.

In this way, it is natural not to be suspicious.

"Grandmaster Huyan!"

"Huyan senior!"

Because of Hu Yanlie's identity, there were really many people who knew him in Chiyang City, and many low-level monks greeted him respectfully along the way.

Wang Mo put on a disdainful look and swaggered towards his 'own' store.

He has now made up his mind that he wants to stay in this Zhongyang City for a few years, this time the green skin breakthrough failed, and he forcibly used his natal supernatural powers, and under the injury and injury, even if he was assisted by a large number of elixirs, it was difficult to recover in a short time.

As for Wang Mo himself, although he has recovered from similar injuries over the years, he also has a lot of hidden injuries.

Half an hour later, Wang Mo stood in front of a shop with a sign with the word "scorching sun", took a slight look, and then walked inside.

"Boss, you're back!" As soon as he entered the store, he was greeted by the shopkeepers.

Wang Mo nodded casually and said, "Call Zhongyang, this sect has something to explain!"

"Yes, yes!" the servant nodded and ran upstairs.

On the first floor of the shop, many low-level monks were selecting magic tools and other things, and when they saw Wang Mo coming in, some people who knew him hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Wang Mo naturally ignored them and walked towards the back hall.

The backyard of this scorching sun shop is quite large, with a radius of one mile, and it is surrounded by forbidden formations arranged by Hu Yanlie himself.

There are three in and three out inside, and there are all kinds of courtyards and pavilions, and the place where they practice and refine tools is at the innermost end.

Wang Mo followed his memory, and after a while, he came to the place where he met in his usual leisure time, and sat swaggeringly at the top position.

In a short time, one of the servants brought tea and bowed down.

Immediately, I saw a middle-aged man walk into the hall, bowed to Wang Mo and said, "Liu Zhongyang visited the owner, I don't know what is the matter with summoning the little one?"

"There are indeed some things to explain, you can take a look at the things in here first!" Wang Mo glanced at him, flipped his wrist and took out a jade slip that had been prepared long ago and threw it over.

This Liu Zhongyang is a chief steward in the scorching sun shop, taking care of everything in the shop for Hu Yanlie, but it is just the realm of fake Dan, and he can't find out that the person in front of him is no longer his owner, but another person.

Liu Zhongyang took the jade slip in his hand, probed into his divine sense to check it, and after making tea, he frowned and said, "Owner, you have collected so many third-order refining materials, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do!"

"I also know about this matter, over the years, for the arrest of those who don't know if they exist, these treasures are usually supervised, you can rest assured that the purchase is, this sect needs these treasures to refine a few secret treasures, this time I went out to meet a few friends, and they also placed orders with this sect, but they can't shirk it!" Wang Mo casually recited the reason, took a sip of tea, and put on a full show.

"Yes, Zhongyang can save it!" it's just ......" Liu Zhongyang looked at Wang Modao with a little hesitation.

"Just say something, don't swallow it!" Wang Mo frowned, put the teacup on the coffee table, and pretended to be angry.

"Yes, in the month you have been out, the city lord has sent someone to discuss the issue of leasing with you!" Liu Zhongyang's body trembled and said cautiously.

"Leasing?" Wang Mo frowned, and after a little thought in his mind, he understood what was going on.

The city lord of Zhongyang City is named Yang Kaifeng, who is a monk in the late stage of Jiedan, relying on the ancestor of the Yang family to be born in the Blood Soul Sect, and has always been a powerful and blessed person in Zhongyang City.

As for the rental fees such as taxes for shops in the city, they can rise as much as they want, and many shops are complaining.

However, Zhongyang City, as the largest distribution center for monks within a radius of 10,000 miles, is very popular in the production areas of several unique treasures nearby, and the profits are also extremely rich.

Although Yang Kaifeng's taxes are quite high, none of them will leave.

Among the shopkeepers, Hu Yanlie is a well-known iron rooster, except that he will not deduct all the servants in his shop, and the treasures he sells are quite expensive.

But because of its refining level, it can be said to be the first in Zhongyang City, so no one said anything.

A city owner collects taxes, a shopkeeper refuses to pay, a greedy one, and a stingy one, and naturally there are differences in the rent increase.

For this matter, Yang Kaifeng and Hu Yanlie blew their beards and stared at each other, but there was never a real feud between the two.