A year later, Wang Mo, who was sitting upright in cultivation, suddenly frowned, his face suddenly tightened, and then turned pale.

But looking at his complexion was red and white, and the blue tendons on his forehead were jumping suddenly, he was obviously restraining something.

Half an hour later, Wang Mo slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and muttered, "It's so hanging!"

When he was cultivating just now, he only felt a sharp pain in his body for no reason, which almost made him go mad.

But the divine sense searched, but could not find the slightest clue.

Then his face became gloomy, his eyes flickered, and finally he gritted his teeth and slapped the storage bag on the ground.

A cold air blew through the air, and I saw a black curtain emerge, it was the Demon Spirit Pocket.

The black mist on it surged, and its piercing and hoarse voice came out: "Mo boy, what are you looking for this demon?"

"Demon Spirit, use your special ability to find out if there are any special prohibitions on me!" Wang Mo said with a gaze.

The black mist above the demon spirit pocket surged, and he seemed a little hesitant, but he still replied, "Okay!"

"Come on!" Wang Mo said in a deep voice.

But in his heart, he is ready to take precautions, ready to operate the true yuan at any time, as long as this demon spirit dares to make any changes, he will wipe out his spiritual wisdom.

Hearing this, the demon spirit spread out and slowly attached to Wang Mo's body, and there was a strange fluctuation on it, which was indescribably weird.

Wang Mo felt the cold qi surging on his body, his brows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say much, just silently waiting for its result.

After the tea effort, the demon spirit pocket flashed in the dark and appeared in front of Wang Mo.

"How is it?" Wang Mo said with a little nervousness.

"You do have a special prohibition on you, but the current demon cultivation is a big loss, if you can devour some more flesh and blood inner pills, maybe you can help you get rid of it!" the demon spirit replied.

Hearing this, Wang Mo's eyes flashed, and he said, "Do you know what the prohibition is?"

But he avoided talking about what he said about devouring flesh and blood, and obviously didn't believe much in the words of the demon spirit.

"This prohibition is specifically aimed at the meridians in the body, it occurs about once every six years, and it will be strengthened each time, with your current physical strength, you can hold on to ten times at most, a long time!" Demon Spirit Dou explained.

Hearing this, Wang Mo took it back casually, and his face sank.

He had guessed before that the illusion prohibition set up by the old man on his body could not have done anything else.

What the demon spirit said made him confirm his guess.

Thinking that there was still a year to return to the Qingyu Sect, and two years later, the Langya Secret Realm opened, and it was obvious that the old man was plotting something in it.

With his cultivation, he will inevitably see the secret of Wang Mo's body, and it is precisely because of this that he is forbidden to control him, and what he likes is Wang Mo's rare combat power during the foundation building period.

And what it is trying to do must be extremely dangerous.

It must be that with the terrifying cultivation of that mysterious old man, there are very few things on the continent that can move him.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo exhaled slightly, as long as there was still time, he could find a way to deal with it.

"It's time to go back!" Wang Mo said secretly in his heart.

Even though there was still a year to go before the agreed date, he didn't want to wait until that day to return.

God knows if this hidden prohibition on his body will be triggered because he has not returned, and it will be a living crime at that time.

.......

Half a moon later, Wang Mo flew with his sword and galloped all the way out of the Gurung Mountains.

As he got closer and closer to the sect, he found that many foundation building monks were also on their way to the sect, and they were all casual cultivators without exception.

In Tianhuo Continent, there are only three major sects that can have a cross-state teleportation array, namely the Refining Weapon Sect, the Qingyu Sect, and the Luhua Sect, because among the three sects, there has been a god transformation overhaul, and this is also the most basic condition for establishing a cross-state teleportation array.

Without caring about these scattered cultivators, Wang Mo rushed to the Qingyu Sect wholeheartedly.

It's just that along the way, there is no peace as he expected.

When he was halfway there, several figures suddenly appeared in front of him, and Wang Mo had no choice but to stop and look at a few people: "I don't know how many Taoist friends stopped me, what is the matter?"

"Hehe, Daoist friends are going to Qingyu Sect?" said one of the middle-aged men.

"That's right, I'm going to the Qingyu Sect next!" Wang Mo said with a flash in his eyes.

"It's a coincidence, the four of us are also going to the Qingyu Sect, why don't we go together?" said the middle-aged man with a smile.

It's just that as soon as his words fell, the three people behind him faintly dispersed, and they actually had the intention of surrounding Wang Mo.

"No need, I'm used to being alone, if it's okay, I'll take the first step in the next!" Wang Mo frowned, and then said.

"Hehe, I'll be kind enough to invite fellow Daoists, why should Daoists refuse to be thousands of miles away?" the middle-aged man smiled and said, but his face turned cold.

The other three were beside them, and there was a faint appearance of vitality fluctuations coming out of their bodies.

Wang Mo saw that these people were not kind, but he didn't want to make trouble at this time, so he just said lightly: "I am a disciple of Huoyunfeng of the Qingyu Sect below, and this trip is to return to the sect to restore my life, so I won't chat with all my fellow Daoists!"

After speaking, a little Qinglin Sword under his feet, and he was about to leave.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man glanced at the other three, and then sacrificed spiritual weapons one after another, and surrounded Wang Mo, but said in his mouth: "It turned out to be the senior brother of the Qingyu Sect, I just happened to make friends!"

"Hmph, look for death!" "The divine consciousness has already been secretly dispersed, there is a faint trace of evil aura on these people, obviously killing a lot of monks, so he paid attention to a few people, and now seeing their movements, Wang Mo secretly snorted coldly.

With a quick wave of his right hand, he saw that five of the golden rings were like streamers, striking towards the four of them.

A piercing demonic sound came out of the air, which made several people in a trance.

In the midst of the horror of several people, the Qinglin sword under Wang Mo's feet flashed with a whoosh, turning into a sword several zhang long, and with a snort, one of the monks was chopped into minced flesh and scattered all over the sky.

The middle-aged man, who had the highest cultivation among the four, was the cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, and after a trance in his mind, he reacted and happened to see such a scene.

Immediately changed color in shock, didn't care about anything else, swelled his vitality, and sacrificed his spiritual weapons one after another, but he didn't have the intention of fighting Wang Mo, and turned around to flee.

Before, when they saw that Wang Mo was alone, they wanted to intercept him here, so as to take his treasure for themselves, but they kicked it to the iron plate.

Looking coldly at the direction of the middle-aged man's escape, Wang Mo was willing to let him go, a little magic sound ring, shrouded it, and disturbed his mind with the magic sound in it.

I saw that the middle-aged man's body flashed with brilliance, even though he was on guard, but the power of the magic sound ring was too strong, and there was still a sharp pain in his heart, but the spiritual weapon under his own control was flawed at this time.

Wang Mo's eyesight was so strong, two cold rays burst out, and his right hand quickly poked out, and he saw a blue Zhenyuan giant palm rushing straight towards the middle-aged man's back.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man's defensive cover flickered for a while, and because of the vibration of his divine sense, the rain shield was unstable, and when he encountered a powerful blow, he shattered in response, and a large cloud of blood mist spat out of his mouth, accompanied by small internal organs falling to the ground.

The other two monks came back to their senses at this time, with indescribable fear and horror in their eyes, and shouted in unison: "Misunderstanding, Taoist friend misunderstanding!"

Wang Mo didn't leave his hand at all, the spirit boots under his feet flashed, and he chased after the two of them.

During the flight, he pointed to the magic sound ring, and with a roar, it covered the top of the two heads, and this magic sound ring was dedicated to the divine sense, and the four of them were on the Tao before.

But among the four people, only three of them are mid-foundation building monks, and the highest one is the middle-aged man, even he can't bear the power of the magic sound ring, these two foundation building monks, where can they escape.

The Qinglin Sword was displayed again and again, and the talisman treasure was smashed, and the two of them followed in the footsteps of the screams.

With his cultivation at this time, don't say that a few mid-stage foundation building plus one late foundation building stage, even if a fake Dan monk confronts him, he will only have the share of hatred on the spot.

With a flash of light, he lifted the storage bags of the two and swept downward.

His consciousness spread, and he searched for the storage bag of the person who was killed first, and his body shook, and he came to the middle-aged man.

"Say, why are you here?"

"Ahem!" The middle-aged man turned pale, coughed a few times with difficulty, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood again, and glanced at Wang Mo with a slightly blank look, but he didn't speak.

Wang Mo frowned, glanced at him lightly, and then pointed out.

I saw a blue-blue true yuan shot into the middle-aged man's forehead, and his body was pumped, and he died on the spot.

casually put the storage bag in his hand, turned the corpses of several people into flying ashes, and his body flashed, and he left the place.

Half a month later, when Wang Mo reappeared, it was not far from the Qingyu Sect.

In the past half a month, he has encountered such interceptions several times one after another, and gradually let him feel a little bit of the inside.

When the Langya Secret Realm is opened, all the monks know that the heavenly and earthly treasures contained in it are impossible for any monk to resist the temptation.

And because of the limited number of places, a teleportation array can only carry a hundred people, because the number of operations cannot exceed three times, and the sect accounts for seventy percent, three continents, plus the hidden teleportation array, I am afraid that the monks who go to the Langya Secret Realm can reach thousands of people.

Therefore, in order to reduce their competitors, these casual cultivators began to join forces to block and kill monks who went to the sect.

One is to reduce competitors, and the other is to get other people's treasures.

After all, the monks who dared to go were fully prepared, and they must have all the treasures with them.

In this way, it aroused the covetousness of these monks.

Unexpectedly, after they learned that Wang Mo was a monk of the Qingyu Sect, they even dared to kill them in a row, which shows how deep the grievances between the sect and the scattered cultivators are.

If it weren't for the scattered cultivation, there were also so many great primordial saints who hindered the sect, I am afraid that there would already be no place for scattered cultivation on this continent.

For these people who intercept and kill their own desires, Wang Mo has no mercy at all.

The so-called murderer, people will always kill them!

If his own cultivation is insufficient, I am afraid that his own fate will not be much better than that of these monks.

Since he has cultivated, he has long been accustomed to seeing life and death in the cultivation world, and for those who dare to expose his killing intent to himself, he will definitely die in his heart.