Outside Longpan Mountain, a bright light suddenly flashed, and several figures inside it were slowly clear.

"It seems that this is it, I hope you don't disappoint me!" The leader was dressed in a blue robe and wore a red gold crown, and the old man with a white face and beard looked down and frowned slightly, and the red, blue and yellow brilliance around his body floated, and he was a Sect Master.

After speaking, he tapped the flying sword magic weapon under his feet and fell downward.

Just as a few people behind him looked down with joy on their faces, and the old man in blue relaxed his expression, countless wind blades suddenly appeared in mid-air, shooting towards the five people.

Seeing this situation, the old man in blue did not change his face and just snorted softly: "Hmph!"

The four people behind him who seemed to be the disciples of the next generation did not show any jealousy, these were just junior wind blades, and they were far from a threat to the monks who were at least in the early stage of foundation building.

No one in the group just relied on their vitality to release their vitality, and they rampaged inward, without the slightest scruple of the overwhelming wind blades.

But in the blink of an eye, a few people were a little overwhelmed.

Waves of wind blades seemed endless, and their power began to slowly increase, sometimes fire blades, sometimes ice blades, and finally gold blades.

Several people had no choice but to take out their respective defensive spirit weapons, and they saw various kinds of vitality flashing, blocking all kinds of sharp blades.

The old man in blue's face sank, and his divine consciousness suddenly burst out, and from his gradually gloomy face, it could be seen that the effect was not as good as expected: "I didn't expect that this sect also has a time to look away!"

"Master, what should we do?" asked a middle-aged man behind him as he resisted the attack of the wind blade and turned to the old man in blue.

"It's okay, it's just a formation, although the master doesn't have a deep study of the formation, but he still knows something, these formations are just second-order formations, you hit one place in front with all your strength, it's enough to break it!" The blue-robed grandmaster swore with a sworn face, and pointed to the front of several people.

"Yes, Master!"

"Yes..."

The annoying few people who had already been harassed by the wind blade responded in unison, and their subordinates did not dare to slack off, and used their vitality to shoot towards that place with all their might.

"Boom!"

......

"Huh?" Wang Mo's brows furrowed slightly, just now his heart suddenly sudden, he felt a burst of uneasiness, looked up at the sky, but saw that it was still empty, and he couldn't see the clue at all.

But for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, and such a feeling that he couldn't declare made his chest feel tight.

"Wang Daoyou, have you made a discovery?" Pang Tuli couldn't help but ask when he saw Wang Mo's contemplative expression on his face.

"How can you find anything with this little bit of cultivation, it's just that you're in a hurry!" Wang Mo's face softened, and he said casually.

"Hehe, Wang Daoyou has such cultivation at a young age, the deity really admires, but we are almost there, my senior brother and I have been looking here for several months!" Seeing that Wang Mo didn't want to say more, Pang Tuli was not easy to ask, thinking that he was just a young state of mind that was inevitably unbearable, and turned to talk about the events of the year.

"Both of them are powerful people, in the next nature..."Wang Mogang wanted to say a few words, to cover up his previous gaffe, and he didn't want to be interrupted by a voice.

"Hiss!"

The two of them listened to this voice all the way, and they were naturally very familiar, and the two glanced at each other and hurriedly galloped forward.

Passing through a stone forest, I saw the small body of the emerald golden python hovering and standing, staring at a stone gate in front of me.

To be exact, it was staring at the floating light in front of the stone gate, and it was the lock spirit disk that the two of them had been tracking.

Pang Tuli's eyes flashed with joy, his complexion changed several times, his divine sense quietly poked out, his hands quickly pinched, and the emerald banana fan that had been pinned to his waist suddenly shot out, and it rose in the wind.

Pang Tuli grabbed the fan in one hand and looked at Wang Mo with a hideous face: "Die!"

"Hoo 1"

Looking at the tongue of fire that appeared in front of him, feeling the fiery meaning coming from it, a sneer appeared at the corner of Wang Mo's mouth, and with a slap of the storage bag on his waist, the heavy sword instantly appeared in his hand.

But Wang Mo didn't attack Pang Tuli, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, and the heavy sword was raised high and slashed towards the Cuijin Python.

As a xenomorph elemental beast, the emerald golden python was also very agile in its own spiritual sense, sensing the strong wind attacking its body, its body suddenly tightened, and its back arched, like a full stretched bow, and when Wang Mo's heavy sword was approaching, it turned into a green arrow and rushed to the side.

"Er dare!" Pang Tuli was most distressed about the emerald golden python on weekdays, but he saw that Wang Mo's mind seemed to be attracted by the lock spirit disk, and he suddenly killed him.

But he didn't want Wang Mo's body to be too fast, and he lost his trace under his attack in the blink of an eye, and when he found it again, he saw Wang Mo's heavy sword slashing the green golden python, how could this not make him anxious?

Fortunately, the emerald golden python is not a fuel-efficient lamp, although Wang Mo's sword cut down too suddenly, but as a primordial beast, he naturally has a super sense of danger, and he avoided the crisis of being killed by a heavy sword at the last moment.

"Boom!"

A sword slashed through the air, and the rubble shot out, and dust and mist rose into the sky.

But the two people present are all building foundations and cultivating, where can a little dust block the divine consciousness of the two people.

Pang Tuli saw that the emerald golden python had dodged the thunderous blow, his heart was relieved, his eyes became more and more hideous when he looked at Wang Mo, he patted the storage bag on his waist, took out an emerald green paper talisman, and stimulated Wang Mo to fall between his fingers.

Wang Mo's divine sense swept over the paper talisman, and his face tightened: "Second-order spirit talisman bloodthirsty vine!"

I didn't have time to think about it, and quickly retreated, but behind him was a stone gate, and there was no way to retreat, and I felt a violent shaking under my feet.

"Click!"

On the hard rocky ground, cracks flashed, and huge vines tumbled out, the surface covered with hard barbed blades, glowing with a faint red glow, making the black vines more and more hideous and terrifying.

"Crackle!"

As soon as this vine appeared, it quickly whipped at Wang Mo, or entwined it, as if it were a living thing.

"Hmph!" Wang Mo looked at the hideous vines, snorted slightly at the end of his nose, shook his hand and threw out dozens of paper talismans, turning into fireballs and rushing towards the bloodthirsty vines.

But these are just the bloodthirsty vines transformed by the primary-level spells against the second-order spirit runes, but the effect is not very obvious.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Pang Tuli's mouth, as if he had seen Wang Mo dying and struggling, this was a second-order high-level spirit rune that he had spent a lot of resources to buy, and this time it was used here, although it was a little distressing, but in order not to change the trip, he could only endure the pain.

The heat wave scorched the air, mixed with a foul smell, and although the dozens of fireballs did not pose an effective threat to the bloodthirsty vines, it seemed to be a little uncomfortable, and the vines danced with a slight slowness.

"Drink!" Wang Mo drank intently, carrying the heavy sword upside down, his left hand quickly poked out, and with the flash of green gold lightning, a terrifying aura emanated.

"Not good!" Pang Tuli, who had been paying attention to the situation in the field, thought that he could trap Wang Mo to death with a second-order spirit rune, but he didn't want him to have such a high-end spell.

With a light touch of the Emerald Golden Python, the two had already been in contact with each other, and they saw it bow down, jump up from Pang Tuli's arms, and fall towards the bloodthirsty vine.

The blue eyes stared at Wang Mo, as if remembering the fear brought to it by Wang Mo's sword before, and suddenly opened its mouth and leaned forward.

A gray mist mixed with dark green shot towards Wang's ink cover.

At this time, a giant palm flashing with blue-gold light in front of Wang Mo had already formed, seeing the gray mist coming, Wang Mo did not hesitate, pushed his palm forward, and the giant palm slammed forward with the momentum of overwhelming mountains and seas.

Bang!

Although the bloodthirsty vine is extremely flexible, it is a spell illusion after all, and it is not as good as a real living thing, and when the giant palm is approaching, it still pounces on Wang Mo with its teeth and claws, without making an effective defense.

Filled with smoke and dust, mixed with a disgusting smell, a figure suddenly flashed, wielding the heavy sword in his hand to slash the few remaining vines of the bloodthirsty vine that was still attacking him, and his body chased straight towards the emerald golden python that was about to escape.

The power of the blow made Pang Tuli's heart awe-inspiring, but at this time, the Cuijin Python was pursued by Wang Mo, but he didn't care about his thoughts, and quickly sacrificed the banana fan with his wrist, and stabbed at Wang Mo with a wave of small wind cones, wanting to buy time for the Cuijin Python to escape.

He had seen how terrifying Wang Mo's speed was before!

Feeling the pressure from the wind cone, Wang Mo was not arrogant enough to shake it with his body, his body slowed slightly, but his hand was not slow, and with a flick of his heavy sword, he slashed straight at the emerald golden python that was about to escape from his attack range.

Although the emerald golden python is talented, but among the yuan beasts of the same level, the physical body is really not strong, in the face of Wang Mo's strange force, although there is Pang Tuli in front of the obstruction, escaping the doom of the body, around the so, it was still slashed by Wang Mo in the back of the tail with a sword, and a roar came out between the heavy sword smashing, covering the neighing of the emerald golden python.

It's a long story, but it's just a few blinks of an eye.

Wang Mo didn't chase the injured Cuijin Python, his body twisted and jumped back slightly, holding the lock spirit disc that was fading in his hand, and looked at Pang Tuli fixedly.

Looking at the lock spirit disk in Wang Mo's hand, Pang Tu's color was gloomy for a while, and he touched the neighing emerald golden python in his arms with a little distress, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Wang Daoyou is not strange, it's just that the inside is too dangerous, the deity just wants to try your cultivation, why do you want to hurt my baby?"

"Hehe, Pang Daoyou said with a smile, I just wanted to test the strength of the Emerald Golden Python, but I didn't expect it to be so unhelpful!" Seeing that Pang Tuli's momentum slowed down, Wang Mo was not aggressive, although the other party made the first move, but there was weirdness everywhere here, and it was better to have someone to lead the way.

"Haha, where did the words come from, Wang Daoyou cultivated in the early stage of foundation building, and so easily cut off the Cuijin Python, it can be seen that he has learned profoundly, I don't know where it came from?" Seeing Wang Mo mention the name of the Cuijin Python, Pang Tuli felt a pang in his heart, and he pretended not to ask when he was outside, but this time he deliberately pointed it out, not to remind him that what was it?

"It's just a loose cultivation in the mountains and fields, it's not as good as Pang Daoyou's background in the sect, and there is such a strange beast to protect him!" Wang Mo grinned at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't say a nutritious word.

Just when the two of them were thinking about how to deal with it, another person's voice suddenly sounded in the field, and the other two suddenly felt jealous in their hearts, and the meaning of their words shocked them even more.