"Uncle Jin, I'm out to buy groceries." Early in the morning, Lu Qingyang shouted at Wang Mo, who was greeting guests, and then spread his feet and ran out.

This small shop, located in the south, is relatively remote, and most of the people who come and go are low-level monks, so it also needs a lot of various ingredients, but fortunately, it doesn't take long to go back and forth.

Wang Mo looked up and saw only a trace of his back, and he shook his head helplessly, and immediately bargained with those low-level monks.

Over the course of a year or so, he grew to like this spitting business, perhaps because of his never-losing personality, which made him seldom lose when bargaining, if not at all.

Today seems to be luck, the guests who came to the door one after another, so that Wang Mo, who was immersed in the fun of bargaining, completely forgot the time.

It wasn't until the afternoon when he sent off arguably the most difficult monk of his year, that Wang Mo let out a long breath and sat down on the soft chair behind the counter with a slightly tired expression.

Wang Mo's brows furrowed deeply, and at this time, he realized that Lu Qingyang was not in the store.

"No, I came back early the other day." Wang Mo's eyes flickered, and he muttered to himself.

Thoughts flashed in his mind, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his majestic divine sense suddenly poked out. This city was only more than ten miles, and with the strength of his divine sense, it could completely cover it.

After the tea, Wang Mo opened his eyes violently, and his brows twisted into a Chuanzi: "No."

My heart jumped suddenly, and a bad thought flashed through my mind.

Although the demon cultivators are not all as brutal as the strong man, there are not a few.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo didn't delay, and left the store in a flash, jumping towards the place where the ingredients were bought and sold.

With the speed of their cultivation, these low-level monks couldn't see the slightest situation at all, they just felt an unprovoked breeze blowing.

In just a few breaths, Wang Mo came to a street full of stalls.

"Aunt Zhang, has Qingyang been here?" Wang Mo himself likes to eat some delicious food, and he is also quite familiar with the people here.

"Shopkeeper Jin, Qingyang has been here, I bought vegetables early, I went back, this kid is really a good boy, why, he hasn't gone back, maybe it's fun, don't scold him, you uncle." This Aunt Zhang seemed to be talkative, one question after another, she didn't notice it, Wang Mo's figure was already absent in front of her, and when she came back to her senses, she didn't understand what was going on.

In a corner, Wang Mo frowned tightly, and his divine consciousness spread again.

"Hmm." Wang Mo let out a puzzled sound, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of the mansion in the most luxurious part of the city.

At this time, there was a wide carriage, and the people in the carriage were carrying bulging sacks on the car. The leader was a middle-aged man in Chinese clothes.

"Yes, yes, so many people have been found in just one morning, and it will be done in a few days. The middle-aged man nodded with a satisfied expression.

"Second master, thanks to the treasure you always gave, it's so easy to use." The strong man with a hideous and arrogant face that day looked at the middle-aged man like a puppy at this time.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and the two of them still said absently, unaware that there was one more person in the field.

"Liang Zhaoshi, have you ever caught a young man who is not tall, thin, and has a beautiful face, eleven or twelve years old?"

The sudden sound made the two unsuspecting people tremble.

"Bastard, Jin Lao'er, you can't find death." Liang Zhaoshi was the strong man, and when he turned his head and saw that it was Wang Mo, he immediately scolded.

I saw Wang Mo standing expressionlessly beside the carriage at this time, looking at the two of them quietly.

"You're the principal." Seeing that he didn't answer the question, Wang Mo turned his head to look at the middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes.

"The deity sees that you are crazy, dare to come to my Liang Mansion to spread wild, come to someone, take it down for me, and concoct him." The middle-aged man's divine sense swept over, and he found that Wang Mo was only a late stage of Qi refining, and his face was frosty, and he secretly said in his heart.

"You're a golden old man, you're so daring." Liang Zhaoshi shouted angrily, as if he wanted to curry favor in front of his master.

But before he could get near, he felt a tremendous force rushing towards him, a force beyond his comprehension, and before he could scream, he turned into a pile of minced flesh with a bang.

The guards who were rushing quickly saw this, and the fear crossed their eyes, and their bodies fell backwards in unison.

You know, that Liang Zhaoshi has the cultivation of the peak of qi refining, he didn't even touch the corner of the other party's clothes, and he ended up like this.

"You ......" The middle-aged pupils in the gorgeous clothes shrank suddenly.Obviously, I didn't expect that it would be such a "Haitian Chinese" updated the fastest, and the result was the result of the hand-hitting.I was about to say something about the scene.But a touch of blue-gold brilliance flashed.It was a giant palm holding it in my hand.Without even a chance to resist.It was brought to Wang Mo's approach.

Looking at the man with a frightened face in front of him, Wang Mo did not hesitate at all, his right palm flashed with a faint black light, and he pressed it on the top of his head.

"Ahh The middle-aged man screamed like a pig had been killed.

And at the moment when Zhenyuan flashed, Wang Mo's original sallow face also returned to its original appearance in an instant.

"What people."

"Bold."

At this moment, two not weak breaths burst out from the Liang Mansion, and when he saw the middle-aged man being grabbed by Wang Mo in his hand, he immediately shouted.

But before they could get closer, one of the old men grabbed the man beside him and stepped back violently.

"Senior, I don't know how my second brother offended my senior, my Liang Mansion is willing to give treasures to appease the anger of my senior." That old man was Liang Mingsheng, the patriarch of the Liang family, who was looking at Wang Mo with a look of fear at this time.

Obviously, from Wang Mo's method of soul searching, he saw a little bit of roots.

And the guards were already gone.

"What, big brother, you said he was ......" The person who was pulled by him was the third child of the Liang family.

"Bastard, there's no way for you to talk here, why don't you get into the house quickly." Liang Mingsheng scolded angrily and pushed it towards the door, while glaring at it vaguely.

"Big brother, I...... He ......, "The third child is a muddy person, and he didn't realize Liang Mingsheng's intentions.

"The Nine Ghost Rotting Souls are scattered."

Suddenly, a flat voice sounded, although the voice was flat, but it sounded like it sounded in the bottom of people's hearts, and the charm of it was bland and made people feel cold, the kind of wordless cold that chilled through the heart.

Wang Mo is wandering in the Demon Domain, and the time is not short.

It is a poison specially refined for the soul, which can imprison the spirit of living beings in the body, and the internal poison erodes the soul.

In this way, after the death of the living beings, the tormented spirits are all angry ghosts.

And now, Wang Mo learned from the middle-aged man's mind that they had given these children the Nine Shades of Rot Soul Scatter.

Although he was using these children specifically to do something, Wang Mo could be sure that the other party was cultivating some kind of vicious secret technique.

Unfortunately, there is no cure for this kind of poison against the soul, and it can only be eliminated by relying on one's own divine cultivation, or the divine consciousness is strong enough to forcibly search the soul without harming the soul in the slightest.

But with Wang Mo's cultivation at this time, Mo said that these children have been deeply poisoned, and even if they have just been poisoned, they are powerless to return to the sky.

Casually left the body of the middle-aged man who had no sound on the side, and Liang Mingsheng, who didn't care about the frightened look on his face, waved his right hand suddenly.

The blue-gold true yuan flashed, and the carriage and carport not far away flew up in an instant, and even the cloth bags were scraped off half.

I saw that there were all small teenagers lying inside, and the oldest was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and the youngest was about five or six years old.

Even though they were different in age and appearance, they all had distorted faces, and their faces were abnormally red, which was a strange color of red and black.

But looking at the way they looked, it was evident that they were in great pain, and strangely enough, their bodies didn't move at all.

If it weren't for the slight fluttering of their noses and the heaving of their chests, I would have believed them if they were dead.

"Hybrids."

Wang Mo's eyes were cold, his body was shaking, and he came to Liang Mingsheng's side, and his hands were bluffing, and he saw two True Yuan giant palms burst out, instantly grabbing the two of them in his hands.

"Ahh

Two screams rang out almost at the same time, and in a short time the two followed in their brother's footsteps.

Slowly opened their eyes, and as soon as their hands were released, the two of them collapsed to the ground like mud, and there was no more sound.

His eyes turned slightly to look at the carriage, and there was a look of unbearability in his eyes, and he hesitated slightly, bit it, closed his eyes, and waved his right hand violently.

Qing "Haitian Chinese" updated the fastest, and the golden true yuan burst by, and the carriage and the children on it all turned into flying ash and blew into the air.

"Hey."

Wang Mo sighed, and with a slight touch of his feet, his figure suddenly rose and rushed into the sky.

Looking at the gorgeous Liang Mansion below, his right hand stretched out and released, and in the end, he just pointed out that he was afraid that the true yuan did not enter the Liang Mansion, and then flew upward.

Approaching the looming Guanghua prohibition, Wang Mo did not hesitate at all, his right fist was raised suddenly, and the gray-white qi on it gushed out.

When the ban was broken, the blue-gold true yuan around him skyrocketed, and a pair of light wings suddenly flashed behind him, and they disappeared in place in an instant, galloping away in the northeast direction.

The monks who left Fang alone all looked at the sky with only clouds floating across with shocked faces.

That strong breath, even though it may be the only time they encounter in their lives, but it goes straight to the depths of their hearts, and I am afraid that they will never forget it for the rest of their lives.