Airplanes!

There was a sudden sound of tremors in the cavern, where there was a roar and a lot of rage, and then the roar below was heard slowly, as if the roar of a desperate beast.

Roar, roar, roar!

The continuous ringing, as if it had been suppressed, as if it had been suppressed, continued to hum, and then slowly fell into a low voice.

"I can finally get out of this damn place!"

Wang Mo, who was standing at the entrance of the cave above, looked at the bottom of the cave where the blood was suddenly shining, and there was a faint excitement in his heart, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This place is full of bloody resentment, Rao is Wang Mo's cultivation is now profound, if he hadn't been using the formation to cover his own thunder true yuan, I'm afraid it would inevitably be eroded by this bloody resentment.

If it weren't for the bloody clothes to capture the eight blood souls of the Blood Hell Array, the movement caused was too great, attracting many advanced cultivators to come here one after another, Wang Mozhen wanted to wait in a pure place.

This stay is more than a year.

As he had thought before, fortunately, when he used the ease, the difficulty of these eight blood souls was beyond Wang Mo's expectations, so that it was delayed for so long.

But such a long wait was not useless, and the blood clothes not only cultivated to break through to the realm of the fourth-order top great sage, but also pressed the eight blood souls into the upper hand one by one after taking the initiative.

And the eight blood souls who were drawn from the bottom of the kettle by Wang Mo later, at this time, they had no power to fight back, and let the bloody clothes begin to slowly control the array.

It doesn't take long to complete.

"Hmph, it's really ghostly!"

Suddenly, Wang Mo frowned slightly, snorted coldly, and fled out of the cave with a shaken figure.

......

Howl!

At the same time, the Ghost Soul Sect, which was originally quite complete, had turned into a ruin at this time, a cyan unicorn demon beast the size of three zhang, with a tyrannical roar, and a hideous and jealous color flashed in its golden red eyes, shaking its huge head, staring at the surrounding more than a dozen powerful figures.

"Meng Daoyou, this bluehorn beast is quite a miracle horse, and those who can cultivate a demon beast to such a realm are really not to be underestimated!"

A white-haired old man, his right hand gently stroked the emerald green Ruyi in the crook of his arm, and said with some fear.

"Even if it can't be underestimated, this Langya Purgatory is not owned by him alone, he can come, I will come naturally, he alone will drive away many Daoists here, this is a big taboo in the cultivation world!"

A fat-faced old man with red hair said coldly with an unkind face.

"Yes, this person's behavior has already aroused the anger of the public, fellow Daoists, this is why you have asked me to come and administer justice, I think it is better to take down this evil beast directly, and then negotiate with this person?"

A middle-aged monk who looked like a Confucian waved the folding fan in his hand and glanced at everyone.

"That's exactly how it should be!"

"The words of the Blue Sky Great Sage are good!"

"I also hope that the three Great Sages will be the masters for us!"

When the monks heard this, they shouted in unison as if they had been greatly wronged.

"Hehe, what do you two think?"

The middle-aged Confucian Xiu smiled indifferently and closed the folding fan and looked at the two of them.

"It's just a beast, even if you take it, what can you do?"

The red-haired old man looked at the bluehorn beast that was whining and threatening everyone below, and his body flashed with brilliance, and his breath suddenly rose and was about to fall.

"Meng Daoyou, don't worry!"

The white-haired old man frowned slightly, and when he saw that he seemed to be about to make a move, his eyes flashed as if he remembered something, and he stopped him.

"What's the matter? Lu Daoyou still has any concerns?"

The red-haired old man's fiery brows froze, and he said with some dissatisfaction.

"Hmm!"

The white-haired old man nodded slightly, then looked at everyone, and said slowly: "Bluehorn beasts are already rare, and those who can grow to such a realm are even rarer, and it is rumored that in the battle against demons, there were a few demon cultivators!"

"If it's the devil's belonging, it's even simpler, kill at the moment, cramp and pull out the bones!"

The red-haired old man stared at him and said with some excitement.

"Yes, what's the point of waiting with a few demons? With you and me, so many Dao friends of the same level are here, and they can't take him?"

The middle-aged Confucian cultivator nodded, and said in some agreement.

"Two Taoist friends came from afar in Tianyun Prefecture, and they are a little unfamiliar with my Tianfeng Prefecture, this bluehorn beast reminds me of one person!"

The white-haired old man frowned, and his face was quite solemn.

"Isn't it the Demon Cultivator who has a bluehorn beast? Why is it involved with the Tianfeng Prefecture monk again?"

The middle-aged monk's face tightened, and he and the red-haired old man exchanged glances, a little puzzled.

"Among you, there is also my Tianfeng Prefecture monk, I must have heard of the title of the first saint under the gods, right?"

The white-haired old man didn't answer directly, and turned to look at the crowd.

"Could it be that the Great Sage is talking about that one?"

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, and a middle-aged monk said with some uncertainty.

"It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

The other seemed to know something, and thought for a moment.

"If it weren't for what you said, this person just drove you away, and didn't kill you, I wouldn't believe in such a coincidence, but if it's a demon cultivator, how could he drive you away and let you go?"

The white-haired old man took a deep breath and said with burning eyes.

"What kind of First Sage under the Transformation Gods? Lu Daoyou, you have to make it clear, when did someone in the cultivation world dare to claim to be the First Sage under the Transformation Gods? Could it be that you Tianfeng Prefecture have self-styled success? Hmph, there are such arrogant people on the mainland, this Saint really wants to see it!"

The red-haired old man stared at him with a sneering look in his eyes.

Looking at its fiery appearance, it is obvious that his temper is not very good, otherwise with his cultivation, he would never show his thoughts on his face like this.

"Lu Daoyou, aren't you kidding? The world is so big, although I don't know what kind of cultivators I am, but how many people dare to call themselves the first?"

The middle-aged monk flicked the fan in his hand and asked with a frown.

Looking at his expression, he was obviously shocked by the white-haired old man's words.

"This ...... This is not a self-proclaimed, nor is it a self-appointed monk of Tianfengzhou, but ...... It's the recognition of many scattered cultivation channels in Tianlang City!"

The white-haired old man didn't seem to expect such a reaction from the two of them, but with his mind, he naturally understood in an instant, which of these monks of the same level was not a genius?

Those who have been able to cultivate to the current realm, although their minds have long been extremely firm, and there are few people who are impressed by external objects, but they don't care about it, it doesn't mean that they don't care.

A false name is really nothing to their existence, because no one has ever possessed it.

But once this false name is possessed, it becomes a fragrant bait, and anyone wants to take a bite.

Just because, no one wants to see people who are equal to themselves trampling themselves under their feet.

"Tianlang City, isn't it the demon-resistant city tens of thousands of miles away here?"

The middle-aged Confucian Xiu frowned slightly and asked tentatively.

"A few people have been here for a short time, and most of them have entered here, and they are not clear about the outside world, and it is understandable, but it is rumored that this person faced three demon great sages alone and killed one of them, which gave him the honorific title of the first sage, and when he sat down, there was a bluehorn beast!"

The white-haired old man nodded, his expression slightly solemn.

"Whew!"

The red-haired old man sneered, and said with some disdain: "Fight three demon cultivators of the same rank alone, and kill one of them?

As the words fell, the red glow around his body that had dimmed suddenly rose, and his figure instantly rushed downward.

"Meng Daoyou......"

The white-haired old man was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, but was stopped by the middle-aged Confucian Xiu next to him.

As a slight retreat, when he shook his head helplessly, no one noticed that the strange smile that flashed at the corner of his mouth, and a trace of cunning that succeeded in his eyes flashed.

Howl!

The momentum of the red-haired old man's downward swoop was so amazing, and a large area of fiery aura rolled up in the sky, and the bluehorn beast that had been staring at them naturally looked at it.

When the figure retreated slightly, he didn't dodge, raised his head and roared, the cyan hair around his body suddenly stood up, and faintly a faint gray-red air flow flashed, making it even more hideous.

Behind it is an entrance to an underground cavern.

"What an evil animal, cultivating to such a realm, I don't know how much soul essence blood has been devoured, how can such a ferocious thing be kept in captivity by immortal cultivators?

The corner of the red-haired old man's mouth crossed a trace of cruelty, and a cold light burst out in his eyes, and he pinched the trick with one palm and slapped it down fiercely.

With a bang, I saw a blazing light suddenly gather under his palm, which instantly turned into a giant palm of flames and slapped down towards the bluehorn below.

Looking at its movements, it is obvious that it has moved to kill.

Seeing the flame giant palm coming, the bluehorn beast was about to meet it with all its might, in the cave behind him, the green rainbow flashed, and suddenly the blue-gold light burst out, and a blue-gold giant palm suddenly appeared, heading towards it.

Bang!

The two majestic air currents collided violently, and the surrounding air waves were suddenly stirred, and there were even more ripples, and a trace of faint black lines could be seen in the subtleties, but they were only fleeting.

Wang Mo's figure burst back a few steps, and he frowned slightly and looked at the old man who seemed to be in a rage, as if he was thinking about why the other party was so heavy-handed, and he dared to explode his own cultivation in such a dangerous place.

"How daring!"

Sensing that someone appeared to block his blow, the red-haired old man's eyes froze, and he burst into a shout, and his body shook and he was about to rush down again.

"Meng Daoyou live together, save misunderstanding!"

Seeing this, the white-haired old man above first carefully looked at the Qingyi figure standing beside the bluehorn beast below, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but in an instant, he flashed over the middle-aged Confucian cultivator, and hurriedly stopped.

"Hmph, what kind of first saint under the god is just a mid-stage monk, when this saint takes it down, he can naturally ask clearly, who gave him so much courage to dare to divide his belongings in this enclosure?"

The red-haired old man snorted coldly, ignoring his words, and shouted angrily, and when his body was in a vertical shape, his right hand suddenly stretched down, and then he turned slightly and drew a circle down a little.

Where his fingertips pointed, a thorny red blade of light suddenly appeared, and then when the light flashed, a strange-shaped ice blade buzzed out.

It was a treasure like a full moon, but it was surrounded by curved blades of light, which looked hideous, like a single wheel full of sharp blades.

With a buzzing sound, the single wheel suddenly spun at a rapid speed, and when the stabbing sounded, it suddenly turned into countless full moon light blades, buzzing bursts of stabbing through the void and slashing down.

Judging by the momentum and killing intent of his shot, it is obvious that he is not to take down Wang Mo, but to kill him on the spot.