I saw a blue-gold giant palm, a huge finger without roots, which was covered with golden arcs, and slapped straight at Yan Yongjun's back with a crackling sound.

Yan Yongjun's three magic weapons were too late to turn back to protect themselves from outside, so he had to forcibly operate the vitality in his body, and at the last moment, he laid out a vitality cover.

This attack came too suddenly, causing Yan Yongjun, who was a mid-stage powerhouse in the Yudan, to appear in his back at all.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and Yan Yongjun felt as if the bones in his whole body were about to shatter, and he couldn't help but spurt out several mouthfuls of blood one after another.

But what's even worse is that the chest was smashed into a pit by the male lion Neidan mongrel, and even the white bone stubble can be seen in the blur.

And the back that was slapped by the blue-gold giant palm, even though it was not as strong as this Neidan's attack, it also made his back scorched, emitting a scorched smell.

"Daddy......." Yan Haohai couldn't help but exclaim when he saw his father's tragic situation, and was about to step forward to help, but a green shadow in the oblique thorn rushed towards him.

Frightened, he hurriedly sacrificed a spiritual weapon to defend against the enemy, and when he looked closely, he found that it was a cyan puppy, but his coercion was not weaker than that of the monks in the later stage of foundation building.

It suddenly became clear that this was a second-order late-stage demon beast.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Yan Yongjun, who fell to the ground, and peeked at the sneak attacker, Yan Haohai's eyes turned, his body twisted, and he actually glanced at his father and galloped away outside the cave.

The cyan puppy was naturally greenskin, and it was not easy to come out at this time, and when he saw the prey, how could he let him go, and chased after him with a light extremity.

The person who attacked this sneak attack was naturally Wang Mo.

With the golden skin of the second-order top-level demon beast Night Demon Bat, coupled with the essence of the fur of the Night Demon Bat, the top-level Night Demon Hidden Cloak that was refined and the head band of the Breath Restraint corresponded to each other, giving Wang Mo the confidence to be invisible in front of the Jiedan monk.

What's more, this Yan Yongjun's mind was attracted by Lei Yanshi, where would he have the heart to find out if there were still people hiding in the cave among the previous foundation building monks.

Seeing that the sneak attack was successful, Wang Mo did not take it lightly, took out the heavy sword in one hand, and smashed Yan Yongjun who was in a state of confusion again with a brazen blow, making a sound of tooth sourness.

Yan Yongjun only felt that his body was his own again, and his majestic vitality was not working smoothly, so he fainted so he hung up. Wang Mo looked at Yan Yongjun, who seemed to have no power to fight back, patted the storage bag on his waist, and quickly sacrificed the demon spirit pocket.

Wrapping Yan Yongjun, who was still breathing, the rolling black mist surged, and for a while, a disgusting scorching smell came from the entire cave.

A series of movements can be described as fast as lightning, and the high degree of mental tension made Wang Mo feel tired, although he only shot twice, but it also made Wang Mo feel tired.

Even though he had a talisman treasure and claimed to be able to deal with all the Yudan monks, even the Yuanying monks, he was tired of calculating a real mid-stage Yudan Grandmaster in this way.

"Wooh!" The demon spirit came to his body, and Yan Yongjun felt as if his whole body was about to be melted, and he encouraged the vitality in his body to compete with the black mist.

But this black mist seemed to be corrosive, and after its own vitality was contaminated by the black mist, it seemed to have become nourishment.

Shocked in his heart, he hurriedly shouted to Wang Mo: "Junior, let go of this sect, this sect will help you break through the knot pill! This sect promises not to tell you the identity of a demon cultivator!"

"Hehe, Mo boy, this time it's okay, it's all the devil!" But before Wang Mo could answer, such a voice came from the demon spirit's pocket.

Wang Mo nodded noncommittally, ignoring Yan Yongjun's meaning in the slightest, and casually waved out a True Yuan to take the Thunder Yan Lion Inner Pill that had fallen into his hand.

Take out a jade box, put it in, and attach a few talismans to the storage bag.

Slowly walked in front of Lei Yanshi's body, looking at the foot-long blood slit above his head, obviously dead, Wang Mo finally sighed, and suddenly reached out to grab the blood slit.

I saw that Lei Yanshi's body twitched, and the blood hole ** came out, and it was grabbed by Wang Mo in his hand, which was the Danbao Nine-Bladed Sword that Yan Yongjun himself had cultivated.

At this time, Yan Yongjun was too busy to take care of himself, but he was unable to command the magic weapon to attack Wang Mo, so he could only watch as he entered the Dao True Yuan on the treasure, expelled the little divine consciousness he had left, and finally put it in the storage bag.

"Junior, let me go, I am willing to serve you as the master, I swear!" There were bursts of sharp pain on his body, and seeing that some places were about to be corroded by the black mist, Yan Yongjun finally put down his grandmaster's dignity and prayed to Wang Mo.

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon spirit pocket seemed to be afraid that Wang Mo would agree, and quickly stirred up a large black mist and wrapped it all.

"Woo!"

Immediately, Yan Yongjun let out a burst of screams, even though he was a Sect Master, he had the demonic aura contained in the demon spirit, as if he was born to devour the vitality.

Coupled with the ability to assimilate vitality, Yan Yongjun couldn't support it anymore, and his aura gradually withered.

At this moment, a green shadow flashed, it was the green skin that had been chased out before.

I saw that it was holding a bloodstained storage bag in its mouth, and it seemed that Yan Haohai, who had abandoned his father and fled alone, had become the soul of his mouth.

Wang Mo leaned over and grabbed the storage bag, didn't care about the blood stains on it, and stuffed it into his arms.

There was a touch of flattery in Qingpi's eyes, and he tore Wang Mo's trouser legs a few times, and then looked at the body of the Lei Yan Lion, his expression was self-evident.

"Okay, don't make a fuss, I'll give it to you when you break through in the future!" Wang Mo naturally understood that it wanted that inner pill, but at this time, Qingpi had just broken through, so it was not suitable to devour the third-order inner pill again.

Glancing at the corpses all over the ground, Wang Mo shook his head slightly, and then waved out the Dao True Yuan, turning all the corpses into flying ashes, and taking all the storage bags on them into his hands, and those scattered spiritual weapons were not spared, as well as the yellow beads and green sword magic weapons that fell in the distance.

Packed up all the things that should be done, and suddenly reached out and pressed directly on the top of Lei Yanshi's head, and the true yuan was agitated, and he entered the true yuan inside.

I saw that the skin and flesh of the Lei Yan Lion agitated for a while, and after a while, it turned into flying ashes, without the support of its own demonic power, but it could not withstand the violent power of the Thunder True Yuan.

"Huh?" Wang Mo's eyes froze, and he stretched out his hand to take a touch of cyan in the dust, but it was a piece of cyan scale armor that was one meter square, and it was the thing on Lei Yanshi's chest.

Looking at this piece of scale armor, Wang Mo's eyes flashed, and he flipped his wrist and put it into the storage bag.

Turning his head to look, he saw that the Demon Spirit Pocket had already refined Yan Yongjun at this time, and the black qi on it was surging, bringing bursts of cold qi, and the power was even more powerful than before.

Without waiting for the demon to speak, he put it into a storage bag.

"It seems that this thing should be used sparingly!" Although the power of the Demon Spirit Pocket is powerful, but its harm is not small, Wang Mo can't help but decide secretly.

After packing up his things, Wang Mo glanced around, he had not forgotten the original intention of this trip.

This place contains the third-order high-grade refining material Lei Yan Refined Iron, and Wang Mo himself needs this kind of treasure, in order to be able to break through to the time of the knot, and cooperate with the material in the heavy sword to refine a powerful natal magic weapon.

The divine sense probed out, carefully searched the surroundings, and finally found a clue in the place where Lei Yanshi was lying.

When he approached, he took a deep breath, and slowly stretched out his right palm, and saw a dazzling blue-gold light flashing, and a huge palm shadow appeared on the front of his palm.

There is no thick palm on it, and the broad palm surface is densely covered with golden arcs, like palm prints.

Wang Mo pushed lightly, and the giant palm whistled and slapped towards the place.

"Boom!"

A large piece of rock was swept away, and before it could hit the ground, it was swept into powder by the furious True Yuan, and scattered in all directions.

Wang Mo's sleeve robe swung to disperse the smoke and dust, and when he walked closer quickly, he saw that there were dozens of crystal clear and shining golden arcs of jade scattered in that bare place, which was exactly the appearance of Lei Yan Jingtie.

Seeing these jades, Wang Mo's eyes flashed with joy, and he leaned over and grabbed Lei Yan Jing Tie, but as soon as his fingers touched the stone inlaid with Lei Yan Jing Iron, he sent out a spark, and there were five obvious finger marks on it.

Shaking off his numb right hand, Wang Mo turned his head and called Qingpi to come closer, signaling it to dig out the Lei Yan Essence Iron.

Qingpi understood, stretched out his right claw, and saw five sharp claws as sharp as a hook flash on it, and buckled towards the ground like lightning.

Not long after, the Lei Yan essence iron in the rock was pulled out one by one.

Putting it in the storage bag, Wang Mo once again probed his sense, and after finding that there was nothing missing, he left the cave in a flash.

A few days later, thousands of miles away, in a cave.

Wang Mo looked at several spiritual weapons of different colors in front of him with a solemn face, but they were all low-grade spiritual weapons, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of five-colored brilliance, which was the Five Elements Yuan Xi.

As soon as the Five Elements Yuan Xi appeared, Wang Mo clicked on the spiritual weapon on the ground, and the Five Elements Yuan Xi rushed towards the spiritual weapon, wrapping it and floating.

Immediately, the five-colored light cluster began to circulate rapidly, and it was actually the appearance of refining these finished spiritual weapons.

"Crunch!"

I only heard a sound of sore teeth, and those spiritual weapons really began to decompose with the circulation of the five elements of the element.

Looking at the changes in front of him, Wang Mo's eyes lit up, and he pinched a true element with one hand and shot into it, helping the Five Elements Yuan Breath to speed up the decomposition and refining of the spiritual weapon.

Half an hour later, the spiritual artifact in the light cluster was turned into powder, and a trace of pure vitality was extracted from it, and it was slowly integrated into the Five Elements Yuan Qi.

Looking at the five elements that were still fused, Wang Mo took a deep breath and inhaled all of them into his chest and abdomen.

Then the Five Elements Yuan breath entered the body, and at the beginning, Wang Mo only felt like usual, but when he ran into the five internal organs, a cramping pain suddenly appeared on the ground, and his face turned pale.

If it weren't for the support of the Five Elements Yuan Breath in the body, I'm afraid that the five internal organs would be twisted into a ball by this pain.

Wang Mo gritted his teeth and mobilized the breath of the five elements in his body to wrap and refine that mysterious power.

After a few hours, Wang Mo's face eased up, and he looked scared, muttering to himself: "After this heavenly and earthly treasure is refined into a treasure, the sharp qi contained in it is really powerful, no wonder the practice of refining the finished treasure is not supported in the "Five Elements Refining Body True Gang", this sharp pain alone is unbearable, let alone cultivation!"

It turned out that Wang Mo actually wanted to use the finished treasure to decompose it with the Five Elements Yuan Qi, and refine and absorb it in the same way as refining refining materials with various attributes.

It's just that the sharp qi contained in this finished treasure, after entering the fragile inner mansion, causes severe pain, but it is not something that ordinary people can bear.

Fortunately, the effect received was also extremely significant, and Wang Mo obviously felt that the Five Elements Yuan Breath, after having the integration of that trace of sharp energy, was much more powerful.