When Wang Mo heard this, he didn't even mean to raise his head, and drank by himself.

For these people who were obviously looking for trouble, he really didn't have the heart to deal with them, not to mention, part of his mind was still paying attention to the progress of the bloody clothes controlling the big array.

You must know that it is not once or twice that the blood clothes have given birth to a rebellious heart, and when they broke through to the top of the fourth order this time, they originally had to continue to devour the blood and resentment until they broke through to the fifth order, if it wasn't for Wang Mo to stop it, it would really be a bit suspenseful to let it break through, and when the time comes, with Wang Mo cultivating, it will be a little suspenseful whether it can be suppressed.

Even if you can control it again, it will not be easy to think about.

"This is Meng Chiyun Daoyou, the Great Sage of Scattered Cultivation in Tianyun Prefecture, and this is also Daoyou Jia Qingtian, the Great Sage of Scattered Cultivation in Tianyun Prefecture!"

As if he didn't see Wang Mo's expression, Lu Huafeng introduced him to himself, and then turned his head to look at the two of them and said, "This is Wang Mo Daoyou, who I told you before, fought alone against the three great sages of the three major demon clans in Tianlang City, and killed one of them, and has the reputation of being the first sage under the gods!"

At this moment, Wang Mo has transformed his face, with his cultivation, although if he looks carefully, he can find a clue, but it is by no means ugly and transparent, but in and out of his words, he believes that Wang Mo is the one in Tianlang City.

Wang Mo was still drinking, looking indifferent.

"Humph!"

The red-haired old man Meng Chiyun snorted coldly, turned his head, looked angry, and said in a deep voice: "What is the first sage and the second sage, according to this sage, it is just relying on some strength to be a powerful person here!"

"Dare to ask Wang Daoyou, why is this place confined and other monks not allowed to come?"

Lu Huafeng frowned slightly, and asked patiently.

"That's why you're coming to the door?"

Raising his head and pouring a sip of wine, Wang Mo reached out and touched the bridge of his nose, his eyes swept over the monks behind the three, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Most of these people are familiar faces, and they have been here for more than two years in the past year, but most of them have come here about two or three times.

Although the Nine Ghost Blood Hell Array was deep underground, the movement of the Nine Fourth-Order top-level ghosts fighting each other was enough to attract the attention of others, and naturally attracted countless monks to come and check it out.

But every time the person who comes is weak, he is scared away by the fleeting green skin, and if the cultivation is high, if the green skin can't cope with it, he will naturally come forward again, so that the other party will retreat.

Such a strong fluctuation is naturally easy to attract the greed of those who have cultivated to the highest level.

These Yuanying monks thought that they were not rivals between Wang Mo and the bluehorns, so they called friends and friends, so they gathered here and came here again and again.

It's just that everyone has selfish intentions and doesn't want to share it with too many people, so as a result, several people were sent away by Wang Mo without much effort.

But looking at the situation at this time, it is not difficult to guess that what Wang Moshou is plotting here has already aroused the greed of these three Yuanying Great Perfection monks.

Although I don't know why these three people came together, Wang Mo is not afraid of the other party coming at this time, don't say that they can't keep themselves, even if everyone wants to do it, they have to think about what it is.

Long before, Wang Mo had tested the maximum intensity attack that the space here could withstand, and with the previous lesson, he was naturally not afraid of the other party's hard coming.

"Hehe, Langya Purgatory is a treasure left by the predecessors to all the monks in the whole continent, and the Wang Daoyou is forbidden here, which really damages the name of the first saint under the Daoyou God?"

The displeasure on Lu Huafeng's face flashed, but he still smiled as if he didn't care.

"As you said, if a certain family is the first saint under the gods, what are you?"

Wang Mo burped and glanced at him.

"Uh..... Wang Daoyou, can the old man think that you have drunk too much and are talking nonsense?"

The clay figure still has three points of fire, not to mention the great sage who has always been arrogant and has eyes above the top? Rao is Lu Huafeng is cultivation is excellent, and he can't help but be asked by Wang Mo's 'What is it' The face of the body was suddenly extremely cold.

"Lu Daoyou, why bother talking nonsense with such crazy people, although we can't do it here, but I want to go in, he still dares to stop it?"

Meng Chiyun scolded angrily, and with a flicker, he wanted to spare Wang Mo and enter the cave.

With a soft sound, a sharp aura suddenly emerged, and a biting wind suddenly rolled up around the agitation, mixed with a trace of coldness, and swept away everyone.

"You dare?"

Looking at the blue and silver blade that Wang Mo's fingertips turned, Meng Chiyun's pupils shrank suddenly, his body froze in place, and he screamed.

But looking at his body and demeanor, he is obviously extremely frightened.

"Huh!"

With a slight flick of his fingers, the Qingyun blade slipped around his index finger and turned in a circle, the sharp edge of the blade was close to the skin, but it did not bring any injuries, Wang Mo chuckled, looked at Lu Huafeng and said, "The surname is Lu, have you thought clearly?"

"Wang Daoyou, don't you rely on your cultivation to be profound, and you can't bully the old man like this? Or do you think that your contribution in the battle against demons can ignore others?"

Lu Huafeng's face was gloomy, and he could naturally hear the unkind meaning in Wang Mo's mouth, if he was kind and pleasant at this time, then the majesty of his great sage would really be lost to his grandmother's house.

"It's you who say that I'm the first sage under the gods, it's you who says I'm banning this place, it's you who said that I killed the demon cultivators with the help of the anti-demon war, and it's you who wantonly suppress you, so you haven't told a certain family, what are you?"

The corners of Wang Mo's mouth were slightly upturned, and he looked up at him, as if he didn't care.

The words fell, and there was a clattering sound, and the jade bottle in his hand was shattered by his hand.

Except for the sound of the jade bottle crumbs falling to the ground, there was silence all around, and everyone's eyes fell on Wang Mo, not knowing why he said this.

You know, anyone who says such words to others is going to be in a situation where they want to die with each other!

What's more, in front of him is a real Yuanying Great Perfection monk, even if you have the honorific title of the first person under the god transformation, you won't be so rampant and ignore a monk of the same level, right? It seems that you are only a cultivator in the middle stage of the Yuanying Dynasty!

"Okay, good, Wang Daoyou is the first saint under the gods, the old man asks himself if he is invincible, today the old man came to humiliate himself, the old man admits it, two Taoist friends, let's go!"

After being silent for a while, Lu Huafeng suddenly spoke, his face was gloomy like dripping water, he glared at Wang Mo fiercely, and then said to the two.

"This ......"

Meng Chiyun saw that the two of them were talking about the collapse, and he wanted to unite everyone in his heart, but he didn't believe it, Wang Mo really dared to do it in such a situation, even if he didn't care about the life and death of others, he always had to worry about his own life, right?

"Old Meng, let's go!"

Suddenly, Jia Qingtian, who had never spoken, suddenly spoke.

"Brother Jia, why are you like this?"

When Meng Chiyun heard this, he looked at him in some surprise, but his body involuntarily leaned towards him.

But looking at the words and demeanors between the two, they are obviously quite familiar.

Seeing this, Lu Huafeng naturally took the lead in turning his head and leaving.

Seeing this, everyone didn't dare to say much, but when their eyes touched the cave behind Wang Mo, and the majestic aura faintly emanating from it, they flashed a trace of greed and reluctance.

"Wait!"

Just when everyone had just turned around and had not taken a few steps, Wang Mo's faint voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Hmph, you guy, do you still want to keep me?"

Without waiting for Lu Huafeng to speak, Meng Chiyun snorted coldly and shouted angrily.

"Not to keep you, but to keep him!"

Wang Mo pointed at Lu Huafeng with an indifferent expression.

"Wang Mo, don't you want to deceive people too much, do you think that today you rely on cultivation to bully and oppress your fellow Daoists, just by virtue of your so-called name as the first saint under the gods, and a little contribution in the battle against demons, you can hide from the world?"

Lu Huafeng's face changed, and the panic in his eyes flashed, but he still forced himself to calm down.

"To go or not to go?"

Ignoring Lu Huafeng, Wang Mo looked at Jia Qingtian with a turn of his eyes and said firmly.

"Let's go!"

Jia Qingtian's eyes narrowed slightly, his essence flashed, and after a slight hesitation, he grabbed Meng Chiyun, who was about to speak out angrily, and said in a deep voice: "Go!"

"Lao Jia, you ......"

Meng Chiyun's face was slightly gloomy, and he looked at him with some puzzlement, but when he touched the look in his gaze, he couldn't help but froze, and then he walked with him helplessly.

Seeing this, most of the monks immediately chose to leave, and when it came to matters of the level of the Great Sage, it was no longer something they could influence.

At this time, it was obvious that this 'First Sage under the Transformation God' was not very good-tempered and wanted to target the end, while the two companions did not want to muddy the waters, so it was naturally better to leave quickly.

"Two ......"

Seeing that the two of them ignored themselves and left, Lu Huafeng's face was slightly pale, and he stretched out his hand to stop him at a loss, and when he saw that Jia Qingtian, who was the leader, was slightly stunned and was about to turn around, he thought that his ally would change his mind again, but what he said made him feel a chill in his heart.

"Wang Daoyou, if you have leisure in the future, when you go to Detian Yunzhou and pass by the Fuyun Cave, please come and talk about it, Jia will definitely sweep the couch and wait!"

Jia Qingtian didn't look back, but after saying that, he walked forward again.

"Hehe, it will!"

Wang Mo smiled faintly, nodded, but his eyes fell on the few people around Lu Huafeng, and said with a hint of playfulness: "You don't leave?"

When everyone looked at each other, they finally looked at Lu Huafeng with some apprehension.

Lu Huafeng glanced at him coldly, his originally kind face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "Today, the saint is decided, see how you can stay with the saint?"

As soon as the words fell, he turned his head and left.

Seeing this, several people glanced at each other, and they saw the situation when Wang Mo and Meng Chiyun fought before.

The two of them just struck casually, and a spatial crack appeared, if this seemingly 'demonic barrier' was talking nonsense, the 'First Sage under the Transformation God' insisted on leaving Lu Huafeng, he would definitely not be restrained.

The two are fighting each other with all their might, and the consequences can be imagined.

They don't believe that Wang Mo, who can cultivate to the current realm, will not understand the truth.

When the time comes, the first unlucky ones will inevitably be the two who made the shot.

It's just that what they didn't expect was that a group of more than a dozen Yuanying monks were so aggressive that the two sides had fought and talked for so long, and the two great sages left so indifferently, how could there be no catty among them?

What's more, before they arrived, they obviously came together, and in the situation that seemed to have an advantage, the two sages left their allies behind, but the meaning of this is enough to make people think deeply.