On the top of Qingyun Mountain, in a cave surrounded by stones, the small Wang Mo was sitting cross-legged on a futon and cultivating.

A rootless wind blew, and the shadow behind Wang Mo deepened.

"Master, you gave half of the Demon Blood Bead to Miss Su, what about the seal in your body?"

Wang Mo opened his deep and bottomless black eyes, his mouth didn't move, but a voice came into the ears of the black shadow, "It's okay, half a demon blood bead can also help me break the seal, but the restored cultivation will be affected, however, there are many ways to restore the cultivation, I will find a way." ”

"But," the shadow tried to persuade

Wang Mo's eyes sharpened, "Or, do you want the night demon to be born again?"

The black shadow twitched his blurred lips, but he still didn't dare to speak, he always felt that the master gave half of the demon blood bead to Miss Su, not really worried about the birth of the night demon, but worried that Miss Su would be devoured by the night demon.

"Alright, it's time for you to leave, and the old thing should be here. ”

The black image disappeared silently when it came.

Wang Mo closed his eyes again, covering a pair of vicissitudes of black eyes that looked extremely inconsistent with his immature appearance.

A quarter of an hour later, Ziyang Zhenren suddenly appeared behind Wang Mo, and his voice was still full of concern for him as always, "Good man, how is your cultivation, do you have good intentions?"

Wang Mo opened his eyes and turned around, it was the first time in his life that he smiled so gently at Ziyang Zhenren, "Master is really at the right time, if it is half a day late, the disciple will be married." ”

Ziyang Zhenren said excitedly: "It's good if you don't have a Dan, and you can rest assured if you don't have a Dan as a teacher." ”

Wang Moxiao's face raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Master, what do you mean by this?"

Ziyang Zhenren also showed a flattering smile to Wang Mo as in the past, "It doesn't mean anything special, I have been your master for more than four years, and in the past four years, my teacher has not only taught you to cultivate, but also personally taken care of your food, clothing, housing and transportation." When you first entered the sect, in order to help you wash the marrow and cut the veins, I went to the iceberg alone for the teacher, just to pick a holy snow lotus for you; after you embarked on the road of cultivation, the teacher was even more stingy with you, and almost spent all his life savings on you

To be a teacher is to pin all your hopes on you. ”

Wang Mo, who has always only called Ziyang Zhenren a stinky old man, is rarely sensible, "Over the years, Master has worked hard. ”

Ziyang Zhenren endured the eagerness in his heart and rubbed his hands, "No hard work, no hard work, all this work for the teacher is worth it, after all, from now on, your body without impurities and full of hope will belong to the teacher." ”

Suddenly hearing the truth, Wang Mo did not show the slightest surprise, but continued to smile: "Master, you have been waiting for today for a long time, right?"

"Yes, I've been waiting too long, before I found you, I traveled around for the teacher, just to find a good boy with a god bone like you, the emperor lived up to his wishes, and the teacher finally found you, and finally waited for you to prepare for the pill. Good man, it is too dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the suffering of demons, so let go of your mind, accept the soul of the teacher, and let the teacher make the pill for you. ”

After that, Ziyang Zhenren's originally crane-haired and childlike face suddenly distorted, and then that ruddy and smooth face became like a ninety-year-old man who was about to enter the wood among mortals, and every inch of his face was full of wrinkles exuding death.

Ziyang Zhenren gave birth to a skinny veteran, with long nails reaching into Wang Mo's eyebrows, and he had completely regarded Wang Mo's body as his own.

This disciple who has been cultivated by himself is indeed a genius, and it is difficult to meet opponents among the monks of the same period, but he has not yet formed a Dan, he is only a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building, and in front of himself, an old man in the middle of the Yuan Infant, he is like a newborn baby, and he will only have no power to resist.

The wrinkles on Ziyang Zhenren's face stretched a lot at this time, and there was a happy smile on his face, as if he had seen his soul penetrate into Wang Mo's body through his fingertips and regain his life.

"Why! Impossible!" But the fact is that Ziyang Zhenren suddenly roared unwillingly, his dull soul did drill into Wang Mo's Zhihai Palace through his fingertips, but what he saw in Zhihai Palace was not a short Wang Mo, but a tall phantom, this phantom was more than a hundred times stronger than his soul in his infancy, and its fluorescent-sized soul light point, wanting to devour this fist-sized phantom, was undoubtedly a mantis arm blocking the car, and he was dying.

Ziyang Zhenren completely lost the will to fight, turned around and fled.

But how could Wang Mo let his soul escape, as soon as the door of the Zhihai Palace was closed, the fist-sized phantom approached the fluorescence step by step, and then devoured him.

When the fluorescence completely disappeared, the phantom also burst out with a light, and then the blurred shadow became clear, revealing the face of a young man with facial features as deep as a knife, eyes as deep as a black hole, and a temperament as domineering and evil as a demon king.

A moment later, Wang Moru, who had completely broken the seal and recovered some cultivation, broke through the cave with an unsheathed sword and flew out.

Then, the entire Qingyun Sect shook.

The head of Qingyun was leisurely drinking a little wine in the main hall, while listening to the disciples below to report how many spirit stones he had dug up from the spirit veins this time.

Suddenly, a disciple in Tsing Yi rushed in, "Master, it's not good."

The head of Qingyun glared at this disciple with great dissatisfaction, "How many times has the teacher told you, we are cultivators, and we must pay attention to peace of mind, how can you become a great tool if you are frizzy like this?"

The disciple in Tsing Yi shook his head eagerly, "No, Master has really happened this time."

"Wait!" When the disciple in Tsing Yi was about to say that something big had happened, Ziyang Zhenren stopped him, and then slowly poured a glass of wine and handed it over, "Drink this glass of wine first, calm down your mind, and then you speak." When can you practice the mentality of being a teacher like a mountain and not moving like a mountain, when will you be able to form a Dan. ”

The disciples in Tsing Yi were all sweating in a hurry, but the master's order did not dare to do anything, so they could only dry the wine at hand in one gulp.

The head of Qingyun was still dissatisfied and taught him a lesson: "You, you are a good wine, you should take a sip and taste it slowly, your way of drinking this cow drink is really bad." As he spoke, he picked up the flask again and poured himself another glass of wine.

At this time, the master in charge was not in a hurry, and the disciple in Tsing Yi couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted loudly: "Uncle Ziyang has fallen!"

As soon as the head of Qingyun let go, the wine pot containing the thousand-year-old spirit wine in his hand fell to the ground, the lid of the pot fell off, and the wine overflowed to the ground.

"What are you talking nonsense!" Reacting, the hand of the head of Qingyun was already pinching the disciple's neck.

The disciple in Tsing Yi rolled his eyes and squeezed out a sentence in pain, "It's true, Uncle Ziyang's life card is broken." ”