"It's not like this, it's not like this, it's Zhixuan's voluntariness, for the sake of my Tong family......"

Feeling the gaze of everyone, Tong Yansu's face turned pale, his body staggered backwards, and his eyes were full of uneasiness.

At this time, he is not the primordial infant saint who calls for wind and rain, his cultivation is banned, the spiritual sea is imprisoned, and if he is serious, he is only stronger than mortals.

Where can he withstand the gaze of so many Jiedan monks, not to mention the four Yuan Infant Sages.

"Old thief, do you remember the one hundred and seventy-six unjust souls of my Han family?"

At this moment, Han Yan, who was originally standing with Yang Shan'er, suddenly stepped forward, staring at the middle-aged man who seemed to be in his last years, and who had aged for decades in an instant.

"You...... Are you Hanyan?"

Tong Yansu, who seemed a little hysterical, glanced at Han Yan a little sluggishly, and then said a spirited way.

"Brother Wang, my little sister has a reluctant request, and I hope that Brother Wang can agree to the latest chapter of the ghost of the clan!"

The cold smoke suddenly turned his head, and his face was sad when he wanted to bow down.

"Don't be like this, the cold fairy, you and I have been through hardships together back then, if it weren't for the coincidence, I'm afraid you and I wouldn't be able to escape the fate of being imprisoned and refining into a robot!"

Wang Mo was willing to accept her worship, and immediately hurriedly helped her up, and said earnestly.

Although there were many changes back then, and today, it is nearly two hundred years, but the friendship of sharing hardships back then will not change, not to mention that Wang Mo still remembers the scene he saw under the underground volcano.

The dark golden, imprisoned divine souls, and half-finished robots, although there was no sound, but the slightest resentment lingered in them.

If it weren't for the red yang qi brought out from time to time in the boiling fire, it would not be impossible to scorch and consume that resentment and condense the resentful spirit.

"Thank you, Brother Wang!"

Hanyan gently withdrew his jade arm, staring at the pale Tong Yansu with a cold look in his beautiful eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "Please also ask Brother Wang to take out the soul of this evil thief, Hanyan wants to use him to pay tribute to the soul of my Han family!"

The people around them all showed a touch of sympathy when they heard the cold words, and their eyes at Tong Yansu were even more disdainful and disgusting.

In the cultivation world, even if there is a deep hatred, there are very few people who do anything to exterminate the clan, how easy is this kind of behavior with demon cultivation?

Although it happens secretly from time to time, most of them are headless public cases, and at this time, Tong Yansu was approached by someone, or in such a situation, his end was already doomed.

"Yes!"

Wang Mo bowed slightly, then turned to look at Tong Yansu.

"You...... What do you want to do?"

Tong Yansu's throat squirmed, his face was pale and he took a few steps back, then his eyes rolled, and he said with a little inwardness: "Wang Mo, I know it's you, even though the old man did something wrong, but after all, it was your master, do you want to be a heinous murderer?"

"Master, you are also worthy?"

When Wang Mo heard this, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, his eyes glanced at him coldly, and he slowly took a few steps forward.

Back then, Tong Yansu forcibly let himself apprentice, although he called 'master' a few times in his mouth, but he never sincerely admitted it.

"Okay, even if you don't recognize me as a master, I don't blame you, after all, I did something wrong back then!"

Seeing Wang Mo coming forward, Tong Yansu's face turned even paler, he gasped a few times, and said in a panic: "But at this time, the cultivation world is at the time of the invasion of the demon realm, and the old man, as a primordial infant saint, came here to contribute to my cultivation world, even if you want to kill me, can you wait until my cultivation world gets through this difficulty?"

Tong Yansu is worthy of being an old treacherous and cunning person, and he was a little nervous and panting at the beginning, but in the end, he actually regained his composure, calm, and awe-inspiring appearance.

His eyes slowly swept over the people around him, and many people were infected by his speech, showing a look of hatred and hatred, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Huh!"

Wang Mo smiled indifferently, shook his head slightly, glanced at Tong Yansu with a slight mockery, and said, "Tong Lao'er, aren't you here to be summoned by Second Elder Li Qingtian to come and contribute to the power of the Refining Weapon Sect?

"Uh...... You...... How do you know?"

Tong Yansu's expression froze, and his face was full of fear.

Looking at his complexion, it was obvious that he was said to be in the latest chapter of the screaming officer.

"Naturally, it's from Zhang and Li!"

Wang Mo shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said indifferently.

Although he has never liked to use the soul search technique, for daring to attack himself, especially targeting the people around him, this kind of behavior makes Wang Mo hate it deeply, and he will naturally kill him.

Compared to death, soul refining is just a more complete death.

"You ......"

Tong Yansu was startled, knowing that it could not be violated, but he was unwilling to be killed, and he was about to flee backwards trembling.

The group of clan disciples behind him, some of them were the well-qualified disciples of the Liu family left back then, and they were used as backups for refining tools, but most of them were descendants of the Tong family.

"Hurry up and stop him, the old man won't die, my Tong family can protect the thousand-year-old inheritance, why don't you hurry up?"

Tong Yansu was in a hurry, and he rushed to the doctor, and couldn't help shouting to his people.

But those clansmen, whose bodies just shook, dodged to the side, and didn't even look at him.

Among these monks, there were several people who were similar in age to Liu Zhengfeng, and there was a trace of hatred in their eyes when they looked at Tong Yansu.

Back then, Tong Zhixuan was in the Tong family, she could be described as the existence of a lady in the sky, and many clansmen had a crush on her, but they didn't expect to end up like this, so that these people who can't forget it, how can they let go of this resentment?

In particular, the ancestor who was originally respected by his own family did such an indecent thing that people and gods were angry and not as good as animals, so where did their descendants still have the face to care about this matter?

What's more, in the face of Wang Mo, who was able to kill the Yuan Infant Sage, he didn't dare to do so with a few of them.

"A few Taoist friends, I hope to help the old man, as long as I get rid of it today, there will definitely be a generous reward!"

Seeing that his junior disciples were silent, Tong Yan Su was spinning around like headless flies, and when he saw the four Yuan Infant Sages who were meditating and recovering from what he could say 'cellmates', he stepped forward to ask for help.

But before he could get closer, the children of the four people automatically leaned forward and blocked him from approaching.

"Okay, good, if you don't let me get better, you don't want to get better!"

Seeing this, Tong Yan's face was like ashes, and he swept over everyone with resentment, and finally fell on Wang Mo and Hanyan, and said miserably: "You must not know, this ......."

"Humph!"

Wang Mo, who had been looking at him, had a cold glint in his eyes, a slight hum at the end of his nose, and his figure came close to him in a flash, and he suddenly poked out his right palm.

The golden arc on it crackled, and it fell on the place of its dantian.

"Woo!"

Tong Yansu, who originally wanted to say the root of the cold smoke, but finally took the Yin King Mo, let out a miserable howl in the distortion of his face, and his whole body convulsed.

Tong Yansu opened his mouth several times, but he was pressed down by the severe pain, and he could only let out a whining scream.

When the people around saw this, they all avoided their eyes, but they didn't have the slightest compassion, after all, what Tong Yansu did really made people have no reason to help.

In this way, let Wang Mo cast a spell.

About a quarter of an hour later, Wang Mo slapped his heavenly spirit with his left hand, his fingers turned into claws, and suddenly took out a wisp of black-gray air, which emitted a cold aura, as if something was twisting and screaming in it.

Then I saw Wang Mo's wrist flip, suddenly took out a jade bottle, pinched the air flow into the jade bottle with one hand, and sealed it with a talisman seal.

His eyes fell on Tong Yansu's ring, and then he took it into his hand, leaving the silent Tong Yansu behind, and his body turned towards the cold smoke.

"Thank you, Brother Wang!"

Han Yanmei's eyes closed slightly, as if she had calmed down, and then she took the jade bottle and the ring, and said with a salute.

"As it should be!"

Wang Mo bowed slightly, there may be relics of the Han family in the ring, and they will be handed over to Hanyan to deal with, as for Tong Yansu's soul, it depends on Hanyan's mood.

But when you think about it, the end is definitely not much better.

Then he waved his hand to Tong Yansu, who had lost his soul, and ingested it into the ring, in front of so many people, he didn't want the bloody clothes to be devoured.

Seeing that a Yuan Infant Sage was captured by Wang Mo like this, and he didn't even leave a single treasure on his body, all the monks showed a trace of embarrassment except for unrelated people.

Among the Tong family, a few people opened their mouths, but after seeing Wang Mo's flat expression, they swallowed back what they were about to say.

"Hahaha, old thief, you also have today!"

Suddenly, Liu Zhengfeng, who had been quietly watching Wang Mo's actions to Tong Yan, raised his head and let out a wild laugh, and there seemed to be a trace of hysteria in his expression: "Zhixuan, have you seen it?"

Seeing him like this, Wang Mo sighed secretly in his heart and shook his head slightly, this is also a poor person with deep affection.

Knowing the ending of death, he still pretended to be ignorant of Tong Yansu's side, and let him be dispatched, although he knew that he was not Tong Yansu's opponent, but he also had to bite him fiercely at a critical moment.

"Under Liu Zhengfeng, thank you seniors for helping to solve the misfortune of my Liu family, I will bow and thank you!"

Suddenly, Liu Zhengfeng's face was straight, and he knelt down to Wang Mo.

The only few members of the Liu family in the Tong family also stepped out of the crowd, looking at the situation, they wanted to kneel down together.

"It doesn't have to be like this, this person has a grudge against me!"

Wang Mo waved his hand, stopped a few people from kneeling, and turned to look at the few Yuanying monks behind the crowd with an indifferent expression.

"Hehe, this time it's really a loss to Wang Daoyou, why don't I wait for a drink, and wait for someone from the Refining Weapon Sect to come, I'll ask for an explanation!"

Guan Shihua slowly walked out of the crowd and bowed to Wang Mo.

"I won't drink this wine for the time being!"

Wang Mo shook his head slightly.

He naturally understood what the other party meant, and he killed the two Yuanying elders of the Refining Weapon Sect by himself, even if there was a reason for the incident, the Refining Weapon Sect would probably have to be investigated.

But they are a group of five Yuanying Cultivators, this is a big force, and without the Refining Weapon Sect where the Avatar Cultivator is in charge, if they want to pursue this matter against Wang Mo, they have to weigh it.

"What's the matter? Wang Daoyou still has something to do? You might as well talk about it, and I'll come up with ideas for Daoyou!"

Guan Shihua raised his eyebrows, his gaze swept over the other three, and then looked at Wang Mo, frowning slightly.

"No, I want to invite you to the Refining Weapon Sect!"

Wang Mo shook his head slightly, a touch of melancholy crossed his eyes, and his face was quite solemn.