The bursting method he had left in the net-like treasure of the Demon Spirit Pocket before was the first layer of means to restrain the Demon Spirit's backlash.

And this primordial god is the second and final means of restraining the demon spirit.

Although Wang Mo used the heart of the demon spirit back then, he just took a fancy to its characteristics and kept it by his side as a big killing weapon. Over the years, the demon spirit has really done a lot of things for Wang Mo at critical moments.

But Wang Mo never forgot his greedy nature, so he kept these backhands as a restraint.

This is also why the demon spirit did not dare to force Wang Mo too tightly, but instead devoured it again and again, in order to be strong enough, with strong cultivation, the thunder strike took down Wang Mo.

What it was afraid of was that Wang Mo would destroy this primordial god, even though it subconsciously didn't think that Wang Mo's cultivation could destroy some of its primordial gods.

"Woo!"

Suddenly, the demon spirit who was fighting with everyone let out a wail, and his body suddenly froze, covering his hideous head with one hand, as if it was in pain, and the white bone war in his hand was also shaking, as if it was going to fade at any time.

And the defensive demonic qi around his body also subsided for a while, and there was no defense at all.

"Chance!"

In everyone's minds, a flash of inspiration flashed, and the vitality was output like a fate, and all kinds of spiritual weapons and spells whistled towards the demon spirit.

This blow everyone seized the opportunity, and its power obviously surpassed the power of the previous times when everyone joined forces.

"Boom!"

All kinds of brilliance flashed, and in the violent fluctuations of the vitality, a large cloud of smoke and dust was raised, and the demon spirit at the center of the explosion was also drowned in it.

As for the current situation of the demon spirit, Wang Mo was aware of it, but he didn't care about it in the slightest, just stared at the demon spirit primordial god wrapped in the breath of the five elements.

This primordial god is a supernatural power that can only be cultivated by a god-transforming monk, and its essence is the transformation of the divine consciousness after extreme condensation, in other words, it is another carrier of the divine soul.

The high level of its grade can be imagined.

If it weren't for Wang Mo's current Five Elements Breath Xiaocheng, he was only one step away from entering the Void Realm, I'm afraid he wasn't sure that he would be able to refine it.

The five elements restrain each other, and the unique crushing characteristic of the power of heaven and earth generated when it is in operation is enough to crush and wear out anything that is not in it.

But to this extent, there is also a strict hierarchical coercion.

If it weren't for the fact that the demon spirit was seriously injured, this silk primordial god might only be one ten-thousandth of its heyday, or even one in a billion, and the current demon spirit was only the weakest time.

In this way, there is no point missing, and Wang Mo can't wipe it out.

At this moment, the light net on the array disk behind Wang Mo also began to slowly open to both sides, and the blood-colored light curtain also opened an opening and slowly increased.

"Let's go!"

Suddenly, Wang Mo shouted, but he still sat upright on the ground and did not move, staring at the primordial spirit wrapped in the breath of the five elements in front of him.

Although everyone gathered together to fight the demon spirit for their lives, Wang Mo couldn't do it, so he left them and fled alone.

Hearing Wang Mo's shouting, everyone gathered for a while, and when they turned their heads to look, they saw a gap behind him, and it was getting bigger.

Everyone couldn't help but be overjoyed, leaving the demon spirit in the explosion on the spot, showing their figures, passing past Wang Mo, and running towards the gap.

Dozens of people rushed to the exit, which was only a meter wide, and the landing looked chaotic.

In the past, everyone could face the enemy together, but at this time, in the face of the hope of life, where can they take care of anything else, and it is right to flee for their lives.

Just when Wang Mo was refining the Demon Spirit Yuan Shen with all his might, he suddenly felt a vicious wind behind him, and before he could think about it, he hurriedly stopped the movements in his hand and jumped forward.

Turning his head and looking back, Wang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light flashed, but he didn't say much, but the action of refining the Demon Spirit Yuan God floating on his chest stopped.

"Humph!"

It's just the act of forcibly stopping the operation of the magic technique, which also made Wang Mo Zhenyuan surge, and a fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat, but he was pressed down by him.

He knew that this was a trace of internal injury caused by the vibration of the meridians in his body.

Looking at the man coldly, Wang Mo said in a deep voice: "Xiao Pingyuan!"

"Hehe!" Xiao Pingyuan smiled awkwardly, and then returned to normal: "I didn't expect to meet Lin Daoyou here, it's really a place in my life where I don't meet!"

It seems that the person who shot at Wang Mo before was not him.

A few people behind him saw Xiao Pingyuan shoot at Wang Mo, and they hesitated slightly, and then stopped.

Although some people in the crowd noticed that the two were tired, they were in a hurry to run for their lives, where would they have time to take care of what they didn't need.

"Roar!"

There was a roar in the distance, and everyone was startled, only then did they react, Wang Mo's previous approach was to contain the demon spirit for them, but Xiao Pingyuan and his party didn't know why they wanted to make a move on Wang Mo.

But at this time, where can they think so much, and running for their lives is the most important thing at the moment.

In the surging mist, a huge figure suddenly burst out of it, and it was undoubtedly the demon spirit.

It's just that its situation at this time is even more miserable than the situation when it was blown up by the Demon Spirit Pocket in the main hall before.

There was only a little flesh left on his body, revealing the dark red skeleton inside, and the most serious part was that the right arm that was originally holding the white bone warrior had been broken at elbow.

But above its hideous head, the eyes that shimmered red were still cold and terrifying.

"Die!"

At this time, the demon spirit had already escaped from anger, and since he got out of trouble, he had been repeatedly defeated, and at this time, he was even injured in the hands of a group of low-level monks.

What made it even more angry was that Wang Mo, who was hated by it, looked like he didn't care, standing in the distance, as if he didn't have any fear of it.

Thinking of the loss he suffered at Wang Mo's hands, his anger instantly extinguished the only remaining spiritual intelligence, and as soon as his body spread, he rushed towards the exit.

As the flesh and blood disappeared, the demon spirit completely turned into a huge dark red skeleton, and its originally severed right arm also grew.

The aura that was originally weak seemed to have increased at this moment.

As the body jumped, the original black demonic qi was also replaced by a blood-colored brilliance, and suddenly there were bursts of terrible howls, and from a distance, in the blood-colored brilliance, it seemed that there were fierce ghost faces churning and wailing in it.

When everyone found out about it, they were all shocked, even though the demon spirit looked seriously injured now, but still no one dared to underestimate it.

What's more, at this time, everyone has cultivated a lot, and they have consumed a lot of money after repeated battles, and they have the hope of living, and they have already lost their fighting spirit, so where will they care about Gu Demon Spirit.

In my heart, I only thought about how to get past the person in front of me and leave this hellish place early.

But at this time, this gap is only about a foot open, and half of the dozens of people are still eager to get out.

It's a long story, but it all happens in the blink of an eye.

For the coercion of the demon spirit rushing behind him, Wang Mo felt it, and Xiao Pingyuan and his party naturally felt it.

"Please also ask Lin Daoyou to hand over the Juyuan Golden Grass, I will leave later, you can also live!" Looking at the demon spirits rushing from far and near, Xiao Pingyuan's eyes twitched, but he still did not give up and asked Wang Mo for a reason.

The five people behind him, seeing that the demon spirit was approaching, were about to turn around and leave, but thinking of the importance of the Juyuan Golden Grass, their bodies shook slightly, and they stood in front of the gap again, blocking Wang Mo's way.

Their meaning was obvious, if they didn't hand over the Juyuan Golden Grass, they would block the gap, so that Wang Mo would not have time to leave.

Hearing this, Wang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't say anything, and his right hand was raised gently, and there was a trace of Yuan Shen that had not yet been fully refined.

That silk primordial god, wrapped in the breath of the five elements, even without the blessing of Wang Mo's magic technique, is still spinning rapidly, slowly consuming this silk primordial spirit, but it is not as fast as before.

But there was a terrifying aura rising from his body, and when faced with an irresistible enemy, he could choose to avoid it, and even agreed to the other party's threat.

But Xiao Pingyuan and his entourage are far from being irresistible.

Wang Mo raised this trace of primordial spirit, his meaning was self-evident, if the other party didn't get out of the way, he wouldn't mind releasing this primordial spirit that contained the demon spirit.

At this moment, it depends on who is more willing to die and who is not afraid of death.

Feeling the momentum emanating from Wang Mo's body, Xiao Pingyuan and his party twitched their cheeks, they couldn't imagine that Wang Mo would not compromise in such a situation.

And after this delay, the demon spirit had already come a hundred meters away, and it was about to arrive after a few flickerings.

Cui Zhanjiang and Shen Fengqun, who were behind Xiao Pingyuan, looked at the demon spirit who was rushing quickly, a look of fear flashed in their eyes, and they turned around and jumped into the gap.

"You ......" Feeling the movement behind him, Xiao Pingyuan didn't need to look at it to know what was going on, and said to Wang Mo a little anxiously.

"Roar!"

But before he could say anything, the demon spirit roared again, and its speed increased suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, it came closer.

Xiao Pingyuan, the poisonous camel, and the red-faced old man Chi Yan, whose pale face could no longer bear this demonic power, glared at Wang Mo hatefully, and then flashed into the gap.

In just a few breaths, at this critical moment, it can be described as changing rapidly.

Wang Mo had the heart to follow and leave, but this delay was a little too late.

The resentment in the demon spirit's heart against himself, Wang Mo knew very well, and he would definitely chase after him.

But at this time, since he couldn't avoid it, he could only take advantage of the other party's serious injury and fight to the death.

These thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, Wang Mo's eyes flashed with battle intent, and he suddenly turned to face the demon spirit, slapped the storage bag with one hand, and took out the heavy sword that had not been used for a long time and held it in his hand.

Around him, there are still a few people who have not had time to escape, all of whom have been consumed in the previous battle, and who have been seriously injured and missing arms and legs.

Facing the demon spirits who had come less than ten meters in front of them, their faces were full of despair, trembling and looking at the exit not far away, full of nostalgia for survival.

Ignoring them, Wang Mo calmly looked at the demon spirit that came to him, and at this moment, the trace of primordial spirit raised in his right hand finally turned into nothingness.

A battle to the death seems to be coming at this moment.