Kunlun Bestows Treasures, A Gift of Forgetfulness (1)

Wang Yu looked at Zhao Mo, who was still firmly protected by the Xuanhuang Pagoda. Even though he was being controlled by the Emotion Devouring Beast, the instinct of this Life-Bound Magic Treasure to protect its master still remained.

Its spirit was not so easily fooled.

Therefore.

Even after seeing through the Xuanhuang Pagoda that Zhao Mo was frantically ramming himself against the tower wall, Wang Yu could only say there was nothing he could do. This situation was not something he was controlling.

Rather, the other party's instincts were resisting this feeling of having neither body nor mind under his own control. Physical pain could often stimulate a person's spirit, making their consciousness clearer.

Unfortunately, Zhao Mo's physical body was too strong.

Even if his instincts wanted to save himself, he could not smash out any real sensation, which was why he kept repeating the same motion over and over.

Next, Wang Yu used a few minor methods.

Only after restoring the space in this area to normal did he say to Li Chunyi, "Fellow Daoist Li, let us speak somewhere private."

"Good, good, good!"

Only, before the two of them had landed, Mo Lian's companions shouted from far away, "Wei Wuxian, Sister Mo was only Spectating Battle. She didn't offend you, did she? The Mo Clan's founding ancestor was an existence who ascended, and she has the Qingyun Dharma Lineage backing her from behind. Don't bring ruin upon yourself."

"Oh?"

Wang Yu flicked his sleeve and sneered. "Then why don't you go report it and see if the Qingyun Dharma Lineage can reward you with a few bits of junk, to thank you, hm?"

"You..."

"Despicable. A demonic cultivator really is a demonic cultivator. A dog can't stop eating shit. Under the blue sky and broad daylight, in