Looking at his figure, it was the fourth-order demon cultivator golden retriever who was rumored to be seriously injured and scattered by the demon infant a few days ago!

"You're here!"

Sensing that Wang Mo was approaching, the golden retriever monkey slowed down his movements and raised his head slightly.

"Hmm!"

Wang Mo didn't say much, nodded slightly, walked closer, and took out the previous bottles of elixir with a wave of his hand and placed them on the stone table.

His gaze swept over the golden retriever's body, and its originally shiny golden hair was already a little gray at this time, which seemed to make it feel like it was dying in its twilight years.

"You promised?"

The golden monkey slowly stretched out the Optimus Stick, flat on its knees, and did not lift its head.

"Hmm!"

Wang Mo bowed slightly, it was still a word that didn't hurt or itch, and he cherished words like gold as always.

"...... we in the future?"

After a long silence, the golden retriever monkey made a movement in his hand, and his head still did not rise.

"No!"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, he was concise and to the point, Wang Mo's brief response, although it was light, had its own sonorous in it.

"Huh!"

The golden monkey smiled slightly, his words still like gold and iron, but he revealed a sense of joy.

"Recuperate!"

Wang Mo got up slowly, and then walked out.

"Don't forget to have a drink with me when you go!"

Looking at his departing back, the golden monkey raised his head for the first time, and said a little sluggishly.

"Yes!"

With a slight pause, Wang Mo did not look back, and immediately crossed the prohibition and walked out of the courtyard.

Until he left, he never turned back.

"Hey, it's rare...... It's a pity ......"

Looking at the back that disappeared into the shadow of the courtyard, the hairy palm of the golden retriever monkey stroked the optimus stick, his lips moved slightly, and a low and hoarse muttering came out, dissipating into the empty courtyard.

......

More than ten days later, in a large city far away in the depths of the Demon Domain, due to the occupation of the Demon Clan, the original high-level monks were all suddenly killed, and only the monks below the foundation were left in fear.

But for some reason, a group of demon cultivators no longer slaughtered the high-level cultivators in the Demon Domain, but instead gathered these forces for their use, and then used them as a vital force to attack the cultivation world, so that this great city, which had originally lost its vitality due to the catastrophe, once again had a trace of vitality.

Although he knew that he would not become the target of the high-level demons, the low-level cultivators were still in fear.

If it weren't for the fact that several waves of monks who couldn't stand this atmosphere wanted to escape from the Demon Domain, and were killed by high-level monks, and because of this, the demon monks were obsessed with escaping once and for all, and slaughtered several big cities and sects one after another, which stopped the low-level monks' escape.

And in the most glorious and magnificent building hall in this city, a tall young monk with a rather gloomy face could not look at the first strong monk lying on the ground and a group of demon cultivators with joy and anger.

Beside him, a man and a woman were also sitting, watching coldly, and they couldn't help but tremble with the demon cultivators.

"The villain once inquired along the way, this person's name is Wang Mo, a figure who was born two hundred years ago, and there are many rumors about him on the mainland!"

The sturdy monk was lying on the ground at this time, arching his tense body, and burying his head tightly on the ground, looking sincerely frightened, and did not dare to face the young man who had been headed.

The trembling in his words shows the man's fear of the young man.

"You mean, just because of a junior of the Terran race who has cultivated for two hundred years, you were asked to wait for the feather to return, and you also lost three people?"

The young monk's eyelids didn't blink, as if the sound of the Nine Shadows was blowing, and it fluttered faintly.

"Yes...... No...... Return...... Back to adults, villains.......villains ......"

The stout monk seemed to be terrified, his body trembled slightly, and the dripping sweat fell to the ground, forming a small puddle in a short time.

Beside him, the seven or eight demon cultivators who were also lying on their stomachs were also trembling.

"Useless waste, you can't do such a trivial thing, what use do you want?"

The young monk's face was extremely cold, and he glanced at this group of demon cultivators with disdain, and said in a cold voice.

"No...... No...... The person that the adult and the villain met was only in the middle of the Yuan Infant, but his combat power was far above the Yuan Infant Great Perfection, and it was ...... Moreover, the villain suspects that Lord Shamosuo died at the hands of this person!"

The strong man was excited, and he seemed to have found the beginning of the conversation in a trembling voice, and hurriedly raised his head.

The face he showed was the demon cultivator who was forced by Wang Mo to betray his companions and flee, and his body was fat.

This group of demon cultivators is supposed to be the one who attacked Tianlang City that day.

"Whew!"

The young monk sneered, leaned forward slightly, and suddenly said rather flatly: "It seems that you are very good at making excuses for your incompetence?

"Slow!"

Suddenly, just as the young monk stretched out his hand, a hoarse and ugly voice sounded, but it made his hand move, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the demonic female cultivator, and frowned slightly: "Murong Qing, what do you mean by this?"

"Hear him clear!"

The woman's eyes were tightly closed, as if she was not aware of the dangerous aura coming from the young monk's body, and said lightly.

But strangely, its voice suddenly turned into a crisp sound, like its cheeks, half shrunken like a dried corpse, half full and radiant, comparable to any stunning color in the world, and even a head of extremely smooth black hair.

Wrapped in a plain white gauze dress, if it weren't for the weird and hideous face, I'm afraid anyone would think that this is a stunning beauty.

The young monk withdrew his palm, looked at the woman deeply, the jealousy in his eyes flashed, leaned back slightly, leaned back on the back of the chair, raised his eyelids slightly, and said, "Say!"

"Thank you, Lord Xie, thank you!"

Demon Xiu hurriedly kowtowed again and again, subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva in his mouth, and organized the next language: "The villain fought with this person that day, and he used three fifth-order jade talismans in a row, two of which were transformed into spells, which were the techniques of Lord Sha Mosuo's fame, the Huangquan sand table and the yellow sand were monstrous, and in the end, there was a jade talisman that did not be shot, a total of four fifth-order jade talismans, and they were all magic spells!"

Looking at his expression, he obviously finished what he knew in one breath, and he didn't dare to hide it in the slightest.

"Using four fifth-order jade talismans, this junior has some courage, but you just rely on these, you want to prevaricate the past, do you fail?"

The young monk, rubbing his hand against it, leaned forward slightly, looked at this person condescendingly, his right hand slowly reached out, and the tip of his index finger flashed with a blue-gray glow.

But in an instant, his complexion changed suddenly, and he looked at Murong Qing with a flash of anger on his face, suppressed his anger slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Murong Qing, you have repeatedly prevented this seat from disposing of your subordinates, what does this mean?"

"I just want to ask!"

Murong Qing still closed her eyes tightly, and her body didn't move, as if saying one more word would make her uncomfortable.

"Brother Mo, why do you want to do this for a junior? Murong wants to ask clearly, let her ask!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged monk who had never spoken out raised his eyelids slightly, stopping the young monk who was faintly about to erupt.

"Humph!"

The young monk's face twitched, he took a sip of wine, and turned his head away with a gloomy face.

"Say it!"

Seeing his expression, the middle-aged monk didn't say much, turned his head to look at the man and said lightly.

"Yes, yes, thank you for your kindness, thank you for your kindness!"

Hearing the words of the three people, this demon knew that he had walked on the ghost gate, and he was shocked into a cold sweat, thinking that he would die, but he didn't want to end there, and he was busy buttoning his head.

It's just that it is unknown to whom he thanked him, and looking at his panicked appearance.

"When the villain fought with this person, he found that this person was a thunder monk, although in the end, he used a magic spell, but he himself was a pure immortal monk, and after the villain checked all the way, all of them were in this jade slip!"

Although he didn't know what Murong Qing wanted to ask, after a little thought, he said everything he knew, and then took out a jade slip with a flip of his wrist, and raised his hands in a respectful expression.

Sou!

Regardless of what happened to the young monk, Murong Qing casually waved his jade hand, and then took the jade slip into his hand, and with a slight sweep of his divine sense, he threw it to the young monk.

The young monk, but with a wave of his sleeves that he didn't look at, the jade simply fell towards the middle-aged monk.

"This son has some means, and those who can do it like this in more than two hundred years are similar to the leaders in my Heavenly Demon Domain!"

The middle-aged monk took a look at it slightly, and said with some surprise: "It seems that this time it is indeed no wonder that they can use four fifth-order jade talismans without any distress, even if they have the elders of the Transformation God Great Repair as their backers, it is impossible to be so generous, I think it is really hidden by Sha Mosuo!"

"Don't get out of here!"

Hearing this, the young monk seemed to be quite irritated, and suddenly shouted downward.

"Yes, yes, Lord Xie!"

A group of demon cultivators, as if they had been pardoned, bowed their heads in a panic, and retreated out of the main hall.

"Murong Daoyou, where are you going?"

Suddenly, seeing that the female cultivator Murong Qing suddenly got up, she immediately flew away outside the main hall, and the middle-aged monk asked in some surprise.

Murong Qing's figure floated out of the hall in a flash, and then disappeared.

"Hehe, this woman's temper is really helpless!"

The middle-aged monk smiled indifferently, shook his head slightly, looked at the young man above, and said with a smile: "What do you say, Brother Mo?"

"Hmph, it's just relying on the identity of Mei Ji's demon master apprentice, and there is no one in his eyes!"

The young man snorted coldly and said with disdain.

But in his words, there was a strong sense of envy, although I don't know what this person relied on, he was so rude to a demon apprentice, but thinking about it, his identity was also quite extraordinary.

"Huh!"

The middle-aged monk shook his head worriedly, and then said with a straight face: "If Sha Mosuo really died at the hands of this person, and he has such a strong talent, he must be strangled by it!"

"Hey, it's just a junior of the human race, does Brother Hong think that we won't be able to occupy this continent before it grows up?"

The young monk sneered, as if he was quite disdainful of the middle-aged man's attention to Wang Mo, reached out and gently pinched a spirit fruit entrance, and said leisurely: "You know, there is the temptation of the true demon's breath, and no one will refuse!"

"Hehe, what Brother Mo said is true!"

The middle-aged monk smiled and responded, revealing a touch of greed when he heard the breath of the true demon, and when he looked up to drink, disdain flashed in his slightly closed eyes.