"Don't ......"

Seeing this, the white-haired old man showed regret and fear on his face, and suddenly shouted, but it was obviously impossible to stop it.

"Humph!"

Wang Mo, who took a few steps backwards, his face was slightly gloomy, he also snorted coldly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and when he flicked his sleeves, his right hand went up a little.

A touch of blue-silver light blades appeared, and when it buzzed, countless phantoms suddenly appeared around it, and then countless light blades conjured out, like raindrops, piercing the void with a stabbing sound, and greeted it upwards.

The corners of Wang Mo's mouth were slightly upturned, and as soon as his wrist turned around, the Qingyun Blade body was immediately withdrawn, and then he put it away with a wave of the Qingpi sleeve, and his body suddenly swept downward.

In the previous blow, he only used his own cultivation to collide with it, and the middle stage of the Yuan Infant collided with the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, and he naturally fell behind.

But Wang Mo had already noticed that when the two collided, there was a faint sharp tearing aura in the space, which was a sign of the appearance of the spatial crack.

Now sacrifice the top-level true treasure and do it with all your might, and the other party, as a strong person of the Yuanying Great Perfection, is even more of a killer, and the two are tough and tough, which is likely to lead to a spatial crack.

Don't flash now, but when!

It was too late, it was fast, and in a flash of light and shadow, Wang Mo's figure disappeared into the hole.

At the same time, the white-haired old man and the middle-aged monk even changed their complexion and retreated, and shouted loudly: "Retreat quickly!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately understood the reason.

This is Langya Purgatory, although I have tried this place before, and I can withstand the fluctuations of the vitality of the Yuanying Monk, but the person who fights at this time is by no means a simple Yuanying Monk.

A great sage, a strong mid-Yuan Infant cultivator, if the battle between the two really caused a spatial crack to appear, at such a close distance, it would really be troublesome.

Crackle!

The blue-silver light blade and the crimson arc blade collided in one place, and suddenly let out a piercing sound that pierced the sky, and the sharp light of the Dao Dao burst into the distance like a sharp arrow.

The exchange between the two caused a large ripple in the surrounding space, like a wave, rolling out layer by layer.

There was a low sound of stabbing, like a crack, and a pitch-black gap suddenly appeared in the space where the two intersected and collided, like an invisible beast, opening its huge mouth that could not swallow anything.

In an instant, the crack turned into a hundred meters long, and then a majestic suction force was displayed, and the streamers that were originally shooting into the distance seemed to pause slightly at this moment.

"Spatial rift!"

Seeing such a scene, the red-haired old man's face changed, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinpoint, and he circled his wrist without hesitation, and when he buzzed for a while, his special treasure wheel was submerged into his palm.

At the same time, a strong red glow suddenly erupted around its body, and it exploded back.

Although the opening of this spatial crack is several times smaller, or even more than ten times smaller, than the spatial crack that is common in purgatory, the suction force that appears within it is not much weaker.

At such a close moment, the red-haired old man felt a majestic suction force swept towards him.

Under the ugly face, the wrist that didn't want to think about it, and when the brilliance flashed, a red-gold jade talisman appeared, and it was quickly pinched and shattered with a click, and it was thrown back suddenly.

With a muffled buzzing sound, a large cloud of red-golden brilliance suddenly appeared behind him, and then suddenly turned into a light shield of a hundred and ten meters in size, blocking the front of the spatial crack.

With this light shield blocking, the red-haired old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression was still extremely solemn, and the brilliance around him skyrocketed, and he swept into the distance in a flash.

But in just a few breaths, he heard a tooth-aching clicking sound behind him, and the red-haired old man, who was already rushing into the distance, trembled his body, and the brilliance of his body soared again, and the speed was also a little faster, leaving a burst of gas explosion in the air.

Fortunately, at this time, it was already within the range he could bear, and he swept dozens of breaths without stopping, and after throwing out several defensive talismans of not low rank, he finally got rid of the majestic suction force of this spatial crack.

This spatial crack came and went quickly, and in just a dozen breaths, it disappeared into the void in a flash.

But despite this, the rest of the suction force left behind was also embarrassing for everyone, even if this red-haired old man was a Yuanying Great Perfection monk, it was all like this, and the rest of the people could be imagined.

Among the Yuanying cultivators, there was even one person who was not cultivated enough, and as a result, he was swallowed up by the spatial crack, and there was not even a trace of dregs left.

The rest of the people, who were not able to cultivate to the late stage of the Yuan Infant, were also extremely pale, panting, and busily taking out the spirit pill and swallowing and refining, looking weak and abnormal.

At that moment before, the place where the spatial crack appeared was really too close to them, if it weren't for the jade talisman issued by the red-haired old man blocking a few points, I'm afraid there would be more than one person falling.

"Bastard!"

The red-haired old man looked at a deep ravine below, looking like he was all over the place, his face was blue and white for a while, and finally he scolded fiercely.

The jade talismans he had thrown out before to deal with the spatial cracks, each of them was a fourth-order top-level treasure, and it was also a defensive talisman seal, and its preciousness could be imagined.

Even though he was a Yuanying Great Perfection Cultivator, he definitely didn't have many things, and such a spatial crack almost made him consume everything, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret in his heart.

But the next moment, it turned hideous, and the cold light in his eyes flashed, obviously killing him.

Boom!

Just when everyone was in a state of grief and mourning for their deceased companions, there was a noise below.

When he looked down, in the midst of a mess of rocks, a figure suddenly rushed out, it was Wang Mo, who had been working with the red-haired old man before.

When the dust and mist dissipated, the mouth of the dark hole inside was revealed, and it was obvious that the moment the spatial crack appeared, it escaped into it to dodge, which was naturally much easier than the people who had no support in the air.

"Little bastard, Ben Sheng slaughtered you!"

Seeing Wang Mo appear, the red-haired old man's eyes flashed with coldness, and he burst out, and the coercion around his body rolled out, and his body flickered, but in an instant, the hatred in his eyes flashed.

Obviously, he thought about the consequences of doing something here, and even if it was him, he had to think carefully about whether it was worth it.

Wang Mo ignored it, casually waved his sleeves, blew away the surrounding dust, and then grabbed it to the ground.

A stone platform appeared with a clatter, and Wang Mo sat cross-legged on it, took out a bottle of spirit wine, and drank it without a sip.

Seeing that he looked like this road was me, and if he wanted to live from now on, he would leave behind the appearance of a scoundrel who bought road money, and the monks had no idea.

I want to fight with more people, but I am really full of endless fear for the spatial crack that will appear at any time.

Don't fight, seeing that it is so carefree, and the arrogant Yuanying Sage really can't get off the stage.

What's more, don't look at the other party as just a mid-Yuan Infant cultivator, but if you have the courage to match the Yuan Infant Great Perfection Monk, and you don't put a group of Yuan Infant Monks in your eyes, where will everyone not understand, people are not afraid.

In the face of such a hob meat that could not be mouthed up and down, the monks were usually full of confidence and advanced cultivation, and they had no idea for a while.

"Uh......"

After seeing everyone looking at each other, they all turned their eyes to themselves, and the white-haired old man who had spoken out to dissuade the red-haired old man couldn't help but look stagnant, as if he was quite hesitant, and then his beard trembled, and his body fell downward.

"Old man Lu Huafeng, dare to ask Daoyou, but Wang Mo Sage?"

Walking slowly to the front, all his breath was constricted, indicating that he had no malicious intent, and the white-haired old man clenched his fists slightly with both hands and asked tentatively.

"Is it different if a certain family is Wang Mo or not?"

After a slight pause, Wang Mo raised his head slightly and asked lightly.

"Hehe, the old man Guan Daoyou's cultivation is in the middle of the Yuan Infant, and it is also the thunder mana, and he can fight against Meng Daoyou without falling behind, presumably Daoyou is Wang Mo Daoyou, who has the title of the first saint under the gods!"

Lu Huafeng and Xun smiled and looked Wang Mo up and down, not at all angry because he didn't answer his question.

"A certain family does have the surname Wang, a single name in ink, but it is not Wang Mo, who is known as the first sage under the god as you say!"

Wang Mo raised his eyebrows, still looking indifferent.

"Hehe, Wang Daoyou is really as modest and casual as rumored, the title of the first sage under the gods, from the moment he fought with Meng Daoyou before, the old man can see that Daoyou is not in vain!"

Lu Huafeng's beard trembled, and he complimented with a smile.

"The first saint under the god is just some people talking nonsense, and it can't be true!"

Wang Mo glanced at him deeply, his eyes flashed slightly, and he sneered.

In the corner of his eye, the faces of the monks who were slowly falling above him were already in his eyes.

The red-haired old man who fought with him had a rather ugly face, and the middle-aged Confucian cultivator beside him also looked at him with frowns.

Judging from the reactions of the two to their own title of 'the first sage under the gods', they obviously don't agree very much.

And this Lu Huafeng praised him unabashedly, and repeatedly brought up the matter of fighting with the red-haired old man, which obviously has ulterior motives, reminding you that even a mid-Yuan Infant monk can't beat him, so why talk about slaughtering people?

"Uh...... Haha, Wang Daoyou is really an easy-going person, but this title is jointly recommended by all the scattered cultivators in Tianlang City, especially nonsense? It's rare for Daoyou to have such talent, and he is so humble, he is really a model for my generation!"

Hearing this, Lu Huafeng's expression froze, and then he looked up and smiled heartily, brushed his beard with one hand, and couldn't stop praising him.

"Humph!"

Before he could finish speaking, a group of monks behind him had already approached, and an inexplicable chill mixed with anger came, apparently from the red-haired old man.

"Look at my memory, I was happy to see Wang Daoyou, and I forgot to introduce two friends from afar to Wang Daoyou!"

Lu Huafeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he patted his forehead casually, and said with a wry smile.

Listening to his words, there is a sense of admiration for Wang Mo in and out of his words, if people who don't know what they are in can hear, I'm afraid they really think so.

But with his cultivation of the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant, if he is facing a great cultivation of the Transformation God, so it is fine, but Wang Mo is only a cultivation in the middle of the Yuan Infant, even if he has the honorific title of 'the First Sage under the Transformation God' that someone with ulterior motives gave him, he will not do so.