After some discussion between the two, Cang Yanweng agreed to Zhuo Bufan, and then helped, but when he felt that Zhuo Bufan had invited him before, he threatened him several times, and his heart was saved, and when the two of them were defeated, he would take action to clean up the mess.

When this Cang Yan Weng was about to end his life, he was able to break through the realm of Wuzun and read all the states of life, and he had already seen through Zhuo Bufan's mind, if he killed all of them, what could this Zhuo family endure himself?

But what I didn't expect was that Wang Mo, who had already calculated, was seriously injured by surprise, which can really be described as stealing chickens and rice!

"Xiaoyou, this time, it's not right to be old, it's not right, it's going to leave!" At Cang Yanweng's age, his face was already very thick, and when he saw that he couldn't do anything, he had the intention of withdrawing.

"Ahem!" I saw a light cough come out, but it was Zhuo Bufan, who everyone thought was dead behind Wang Mo, only to see that his figure struggled slightly to get up, and said to Cang Yanweng in a deep voice: "Snort! Cough... You treacherous villain!"

Zhuo Bufan's mood at this time is difficult to describe with anger, if it weren't for Cang Yanweng's refusal to make a move, how could he end up like this?

Seeing that the Zhuo family was about to be buried in the hands of Wang Mo, he was full of unwillingness, but he ridiculed Cang Yanweng, wanting to use this to provoke him to join forces with him to fight against Wang Mo.

But he obviously underestimated Cang Yanweng's mind, only to see him sneer: "Zhuo Lao'er, you don't need to say much here, I was deceived by you before, I thought that this little brother was a devil, and I didn't know what kind of devil I was doing.

This Cang Yan Weng is worthy of being an old monster who has lived for nearly two hundred years, and his face is not red or out of breath when he lies, but when he saw that he finished speaking, he continued to say to Wang Mo: "Little brother, the old man is so offended, when he sees each other again in the future, he will drink and talk to the little brother!"

At that moment, he bowed his hand to Wang Mo, stood up and was about to leave.

"Buzz!"

Looking at the figure of Cang Yan Weng who was about to turn around and leave, he secretly snorted coldly in his heart, Wang Mo's own true qi skyrocketed, and under the strong urging, the true qi on the surface of his body was slightly unstable, and Mo Cang's sword suddenly burst away.

"Humph!"

"Is it really good to be an old man?" Cang Yanweng gritted his teeth and stared at Wang Mo, although he thought that the other party would not let him leave easily, but he never imagined that Wang Mo would be so decisive, regardless of the combined attack of the two foundation building venerables, he made a brazen attack.

Cang Yan Weng was able to clamp Mo Cang's sword with his palms at the last moment, forming a confrontation again!

The surrounding people looked at this dramatic scene, and the leaders of those forces thought that the two major foundation building monks were sandwiching one person, but this time it was difficult to escape, and it turned around like this, and the heart that was mentioned at the moment fell back into the stomach, and with a tightening spell in his hand, he unfolded his body again and killed the people of the Zhuo family.

With a new round of fighting, followed by bursts of screams.

And as Wang Mo and Cang Yanweng confronted each other, the energy of both sides increased, and there seemed to be an invisible wave of qi around the two, rolling up the dust.

As far as the eye could see, there was only one golden cyan light cluster and a crimson light cluster clinging to each other.

As time passed, their faces turned purple and red, and the energy radiating from their bodies was no longer as bright as it had been at the beginning, as if they were about to run out.

And everyone thought that Zhuo Bufan, who had lost his combat power and had been falling to the ground and could only survive, slowly got up under the confrontation between the two.

"Boom!" Zhuo Bufan, who was in an embarrassed shape, looked at the two people in the confrontation, let out a burst of sinister laughter, and slowly walked towards the two.

When Cang Yanweng saw Zhuo Bufan get up, there was a look of surprise in his eyes, and his gaze at Wang Mo obviously revealed mockery.

And Wang Mo felt the movement behind him, his face was ugly for a while, obviously aware of the urgency of the situation, but he couldn't spare his hands at this time, so he could only keep maintaining the magic trick in his hand.

"Little bastard, you really damn it, hurt my Zhuo family like this, the old man really wants to pull out your skin, pull your tendons, and drink your blood!"

It seems that the victory is in hand, and the situation is a foregone conclusion!

And the situation in the field is indeed as he saw, Wang Mo and Cang Yanweng are fighting hard, and although he is seriously injured, it does not prevent him from cutting off one of them, just from the fact that he waited until the two of them fought hard and was about to run out before getting up, you can see what he has in mind!

That's why he talks more, and it seems that everything is under control!

Zhuo Bufan stared at Wang Mo's back, and his words were full of resentment, but they were also quite meaningful: "Little bastard, I know who you are, hehe, don't worry, after you die, I will make good use of the treasure of the grandmaster!"

From his words, he obviously recognized who Wang Mo was, but at this time, Wang Mo still did not move, as if he was powerless as if he accepted his fate, and still confronted Cang Yanweng.

At this time, Zhuo Bufan seemed a little hysterical, venting his hatred for Wang Mo in his heart, and there was still a constant fight outside the court, and no one paid attention to the situation here.

As Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he gasped for a while, raised his palm and slapped Wang Mo's back with a hideous face, and shouted angrily: "Go to death!"

"Bang!"

I saw a ball of cyan vitality, and a palm that emitted a golden cyan light, collided fiercely.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes exuded a look of disbelief and horror, obviously, something that he did not expect.

And Wang Mo, who was confronting Cang Yanweng, was turning his head to look at him indifferently at this time.

"How is it possible?" Zhuo Bufan's heart was full of incredulity, the situation of the two of them before had obviously reached the point of running out of oil and lamps, how could they be able to resist his palm in the blink of an eye?

Even if he was seriously injured at this time, his combat power was greatly reduced, how could he be resisted by the opponent's palm with one hand?

And Cang Yanweng, who was opposite Wang Mo, was also full of incredulity at this time, staring at the long sword on his chest, and then slowly lowered his head, and there was no more sound.

Leave only the eyes of life, the last trace of nostalgia!

Wang Mo's situation at this time was not easy, he had a fight with Zhuo Bufan before, although he suppressed him to death and was seriously injured, but his own true qi was also consumed violently, and in order to lure Cang Yanweng to make a move, he had to go all out.

After all, if the other party can cultivate to the foundation building realm, how can it be easy to get along? If you are not careful, you will end up being attacked by the other party from both sides!

Looking at Zhuo Bufan, who looked shocked and incredulous, Wang Mo pointed at the Mo Cang Sword with one hand, and in his frightened gaze, he slowly waved towards his arms.

And Zhuo Bufan looked at this scene, and immediately felt ruthless, and slapped his palm and stepped back.

But the two were already in a confrontation, and they retreated at this time to avoid the Mo Cang Sword, but forcibly withdrew their vitality, but the already seriously injured body was hit again, and the inner mansion was displaced and vomited blood.

If you don't retreat, you will be cut off by Wang Mo's sword, if you retreat, you will have to bear more serious injuries, under the dilemma, Zhuo Bufan has to choose to retreat, but at this time, it is like drinking to quench your thirst!

At this time, how could Wang Mo let go of the other party, his fingertips flashed rapidly, the sword momentum did not stop, and he should swing it as a stab and go to his throat.

"No!" only had time to utter, and in the last sentence in this world, Zhuo Bufan was pierced through his throat by a sharp sword that emitted a golden cyan light, ending his greedy and cruel life.

It's really impermanent, a hundred years of life and happiness, how can I be greedy suddenly, but I missed my own life!

Those foreign forces who came to the wedding banquet showed their fangs of hatred for the first time in the face of the Zhuo family, which had lost its strongest combat power and most of the strong people.

On the way to come, the leaders of these forces were intercepted one after another by Wang Mo, who was aware of the situation, and under both soft and hard measures, these people succumbed.

These people have long been dissatisfied with the brutal and unkind Zhuo family, if it weren't for the fact that no one has been able to resist Zhuo Bufan, these people would have already attacked in groups, this time seeing Wang Mo come out, he showed a super strength and was shocked, these people naturally would not be stupid enough to go to the Zhuo family to report the news.

After all, seeing someone come to the Zhuo family to seek revenge, these people are extremely happy.

For the mentality of these adventurers, Wang Mo has already seen clearly, they are both greedy and afraid of death, if they are not forced into a desperate situation, they will never make a move, and even after he and Zhuo Bufan fought to lose both, these people stabbed them in the back.

After Wang Mo killed the two foundation-building monks, the remaining adventurers killed the old and weak women and children of the Zhuo family, and swept away all the resources of the Zhuo family, the greed and cruelty of these people are no different from the Zhuo family, but they were suppressed by the Zhuo family before and did not dare to show their fangs.

In this regard, Wang Mo did not stop it, if the losers at this time are these people, then their fate may be even more miserable than this, this is a true portrayal of the law of the jungle.

Wang Mo just took away the storage bags of the two martial masters, and disappeared into the night without looking back under the awe-inspiring gaze of everyone.

......

The next day, when the light broke and the Zhuo family's mansion, which had been burning all night, was completely annihilated.

When he found that the Zhuo family's mansion was full of green smoke in many places, like a ruin, he was suddenly excited and couldn't help himself, and ran away from the ruins of the Zhuo family.

With the spread of ten, ten to hundred, in less than half a day, the people of the entire Wuzhuo City knew about the fall of the Zhuo family, and seeing the people running to tell each other, hugging each other and celebrating, you can know how unpopular the Zhuo family is in this city.

Although I don't know who did it, but it still does not reduce the gratitude of the people to these people, and in the future, on the ruins of the Zhuo family in Wuzhuo City, there will be a building called 'Yi Ancestral Hall'.

And the initiator of this matter had already left Wuzhuo City overnight at this time, and he didn't know anything about the actions of the people, but with Wang Mo's heart, even if he knew about it, I am afraid he would just laugh it off.

In a mountain col in the northeast of Wuzhuo City, Wang Mo sat in pranayama, and there were three golden cyan true qi lotus flowers floating above his head, slowly fluttering with the operation of Wang Mo's true qi, like a living thing.

Half an hour later, Wang Mo slowly finished work, and the 'potato' standing on his shoulder screamed with joy, as if it was very useful.

In fact, every day with Wang Mo's morning practice, it stands on his shoulder, as if it can use the rich heaven and earth vitality to cultivate on its own, these ten days, although the body size has not changed much, but the feathers on the body are much fuller, from a distance, like a small local chicken.

Reaching out and taking out a demon core to feed to the potato to meet its daily needs, Wang Mo got up and left the place.