Fortunately, at this time, the trolls' minds were all on the corpses on the ground, and they did not attack them, otherwise they would have been distracted, and there would have been damage.

However, Wang Mo's behavior still caused the monks to look extremely ugly, and Huo Mingge, who had always looked down on Wang Mo, even scolded: "Wang Mo, you bastard."

In this regard, Wang Mo didn't seem to see it, and under the gaze of the cultivators whose faces were getting darker and darker, he still took care of the corpses on the ground.

These things are useless to him, but they are a rare supplement to the bloody clothes and green skins.

"Can't be wasted, can't be wasted, we're dragging our families now, Xiaohong and Qingpi, but two big stomachs, if it's a waste, we have to eat ourselves."

Although he ignored the strange eyes of the cultivators, Wang Mo was a little bold on his cheeks, muttering the reasons that he could let himself say, his body shook in a vague way, and he kept fighting with the troll for the corpses on the ground.

This scene fell in Xuan Mingkun's eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but in his eyes, a strange color flashed, and he looked at Wang Mo deeply.

Wang Mo, who was 'concentrating' on collecting the corpse, trembled slightly, and continued to move in his hands when nothing had happened, without the slightest intention of helping.

Seeing how to scold, Wang Mo had no intention of stopping, Huo Mingge seemed to feel bored, and he waved the giant hammer angrily, venting all his anger on the crippled troll in front of him.

Boom click.

Suddenly, a shattering sound swept through, and I felt several huge figures rush into the main hall and rush towards the cultivators.

At the same time, a green shadow instantly passed by one of them, but saw that it was Wang Mo, who had previously grabbed the remains of the troll outside the battle circle, and had already flown close to the temple gate, and shook his hand and threw out several rays of light.

Weng Ran shook and turned into several condensed light curtains of different colors, resealing the palace door.

Seeing such a scene, the cultivators complained a little in their hearts, although they were still a little resentful of Wang Mo's behavior, but they were not as good as before, intentionally or unintentionally finding him some trouble.

Don't look at their joy, but after such a long fight, the bag has long been shy, and the many defensive treasures and even the elixir have been used for a long time, and it has long been empty.

Even, when he resisted before, it was Xuan Mingkun, who occupied Zhuge Chaohua's body.

And now, Wang Mo consciously dedicates the treasure, which is naturally the best.

As time passed, wave after wave of trolls were introduced into the main hall and were besieged and killed by the cultivators, and Wang Mo also used defensive talismans to resist the entry of the trolls outside.

It wasn't until the fourth wave of trolls entered, and when the corpses on the ground had been collected by Wang Mo, they opened their mouths and spat out a green light, and their bodies joined the battle circle in a vertical way.

Poof.

The halberd in Wang Mo's hand flickered with a blue-gold arc, and the damage to these monsters was no weaker than the spells of those mid-stage cultivators.

In the gap between attacking the trolls, Wang Mo's eyes swept over the cultivators, secretly observing their situation.

This is not the exhaustion of mana in the body, but the uninterrupted swallowing of the elixir, without the familiar vitality entering the body, turning into mana, filling the meridians, and inevitably causing discomfort.

What's more, they have been fighting like this for a long time, and this is also a big test for the minds of the gods.

When his eyes touched the strange old man among the cultivators, his face was silent, and he muttered to himself: "Who is this person, how is he wearing Zhuge Chaohua's clothes?"

Long before, he had observed the situation of the cultivators, and he was hesitant about the identity of this old man.

Suddenly, just as he looked at the old man vaguely, the old man suddenly turned his head, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at him without a trace, showed him a dead countenance, and then turned his head and continued to direct a huge pen-shaped treasure.

When he saw the old man's gaze, Wang Mo only felt a shock in his heart, and there seemed to be a tingling in his eyes.

With his current cultivation, the other party actually brought him such a feeling, which already shocked Wang Mo to the extreme.

If it weren't for the shock of the mysterious gold leaf, I'm afraid he would be in danger of losing his mind at this time.

Seeing that Wang Mo was helping, the monks hesitated in their hearts, but they couldn't help muttering. Judging from the previous situation, Wang Mo didn't look like a generous person.

"Hmph, shameless thing."

Huo Mingge snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but show a look of understanding, obviously thinking that Wang Mo was unprofitable, and they didn't want to waste the extremely precious defensive talisman to resist the trolls outside.

"Wang Xiaoyou, but there are no defensive treasures."

Gui Xuancang is still in that old form, and even after the war for so long, he has not shown the slightest fatigue.

At this moment, if you really want to talk about it, Gui Xuancang can be said to be the strongest person in the field.

Its demon beast true body, and even its cultivation, have extremely strong staying power.

Even if it is Ero Mage and Xuan Mingkun, even though they have countless mystical spells, under such a long war, their own conditions have already limited their play.

It's just a clone, and naturally it's not as strong as the Xuancang body.

"When I'm out there, I use a lot."

Hearing this, Wang Mo shrugged helplessly, and said with a wry smile.

He was right, and the defensive seals he had prepared were only a dozen.

When everyone heard this, their faces were slightly relaxed, but the corners of their mouths twitched.

Before, Wang Mo used defensive talismans in a row, but they were all fifth-order talismans that were not low-level.

But seeing that he used more than a dozen pieces in a row, he didn't have a trace of distress.

Although it relieved the depression in their hearts a little, Wang Mo's worth made their hearts as uncomfortable as blocking a boulder again.

I didn't understand it in the battle before, but now I listened to it, and after thinking about it for a while, I understood.

Even if Wang Mo himself is rich, I'm afraid he won't be able to come up with more defensive treasures.

For a while, while the cultivators were killing the trolls in the main hall, they couldn't help but faintly pay attention to how many were outside.

A glance at the smell of the trolls outside, they couldn't help but feel a little distracted, and there were at least a dozen or so trolls.

Such a large number of them may seem to be about the same as those of the cultivators, but if they really rush in one by one, with their current state, I am afraid that they will lose nearly half.

What a terrible number, you know, in the battle against the demons, none of them lost nearly half, but Feng Wufang and the two god-transforming monks fell.

"Hehe, it's okay, this little friend seems to be a man of temperament, the old man still has a few fifth-order defense treasures here, so he can resist it again."

Xuan Mingkun smiled indifferently and pointed to the golden brush casually, piercing the troll's head.

When everyone heard this, their faces were slightly relaxed, and they all threw a touch of gratitude to Xuan Mingkun.

"I'm afraid a few won't help, and there are a few here in this seat, which are enough."

The Ero Magician, who commanded a crooked treasure, also raised his chin and glanced at Xuan Mingkun casually.

"That's the best, just kill all these monsters, and we'll be able to leave in peace."

Hearing the words of the two of them, everyone had different expressions on their faces, and Gui Xuancang pointed to the dragon staff while saying lightly.

Wang Mo, who was fighting beside a troll, swept his eyes vaguely over Master Erro and Xuan Mingkun, his eyes crossed a look of thought, and with his eyesight, he could already see a hint of something between the two.

The body swayed, and suddenly rushed forward, holding the Halberd in both hands, and spun in the air, turning into a streamer, and with a pop, piercing the head of a troll.

There was a bang, and he kicked out a blast in the void. In an instant, Wang Mo spun around, and without hesitation, he swung out a streamer, grabbing the troll that had fallen to the ground, and putting it into the ring.

Even the trolls who had been killed by Xuan Mingkun before did not fall and put them away.

He has never been in the habit of wasting.

Sensing Wang Mo's movements, all the cultivators turned their faces away, although they didn't look at each other angrily as before, but they labeled Wang Mo as 'picking up cheap'.

And this kind of people are usually miserly villains.

What outsiders think, Wang Mo doesn't care, and there is no intersection, why should he be affected by other people's emotions.

What's more, the friendship with this group of incarnate monks is really not very good, and it can even be described as bad.

Seeing a wave of trolls being exterminated, everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the Ero Demon and Xuan Mingkun.

Seeing everyone's eyes coming, Xuan Mingkun smiled kindly, waved his robe, and his figure swayed slightly and fell to the door of the main hall.

Shake your hands, throw out a few rays of light, all of them fall on the left and right of the temple gate in three directions.

The trolls outside were still roaring and beating the fading light curtain, and the cultivators were also hurriedly taking advantage of this hard-won gap, and took out all kinds of elixirs to swallow and recover.

Even if it's Ero Demon and Xuan Mingkun, it's the same.Don't look at their ease-heartedness.It's just to put pressure on each other.

From the moment the two met, they began to fight openly and secretly, and now it is just a temporary cooperation as a last resort.

Wang Mo flipped his wrist, took out a spirit pill and swallowed it in his abdomen, his eyes vaguely swept over the spirit pill taken by the cultivators, and when he saw it clearly, his eyes couldn't help flashing, and he secretly had a plan in his heart.

I saw the elixir in the hands of a group of god-transforming monks.Even if it was a late-stage major cultivator like Ye Chongyang, he only took out a treasure that slightly exuded the aura of a fifth-order spirit pill.The rest of the people can be imagined.

On the Heavenly Wind Continent, there are few that can threaten their existence.

For so many years, there have been a lot of survival of all kinds of treasures, just because there is no threat to life, and although there are backups for all kinds of healing elixirs, they are really not as many as the elixirs for various cultivation improvements.

At this moment, a few of them even used fourth-order healing ammunition, and their embarrassment can be imagined.

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