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Mo Qianqiu smiled: "Let me just say, when your two senior brothers saw me, they looked down on me at all. But you said a few words to me on the pole. You really have bad intentions."

Zhao Lan smiled: "For so many years, the cultivation of Qianqiu Palace Master has grown a lot. Everyone thinks that you are coming to Jun Ning for a decisive battle to ask Xiantai, but I know that if you make another invitation to fight, Naturally, I will lay down the bridle for my master."

Mo Qianqiu lowered his head, his lips were pursed, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved upwards.

As if he heard something extremely funny, he shrugged his shoulders and trembled more and more.

"Hahahaha! Am I that overwhelmed?" Mo Qianqiu thumped his chest and slowly raised his eyes.

In those eyes, there was a teasing that didn't take all the love and hatred in the world to heart.

Mr. Zhaolan didn't say a word, just looked at Mo Qianqiu.

With a light twist of Mo Qianqiu's wrist, Qian Qiujian turned his head away.

"Where is the Lord going?"

"Go back to sleep."

"I'm afraid that the palace master is not going back to sleep, but he is worried that someone will harm Mr. Li Che because I transferred the tiger away from the mountain."

Mo Qianqiu shook his head and sighed: "Chongluan Palace is the most important place for the immortal sect. If someone can harm the immortal saint here...except for Xiyuan Jianzong, who else can do it?"

"Don't you want to see your tutor?" Mr. Zhaolan asked.

The clouds are thick tonight, amidst the blackness, only a little hazy moonlight falls through the clouds.

Mr. Zhaolan's face was cold and strange in such darkness.

"No." Mo Qianqiu replied.

Then his expression froze, and he headed towards Chongluan Palace.

Mr. Zhaolan raised the corners of his lips, and said softly: "But my teacher wants to see you, the Palace Master."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Zhaolan pointed at Mo Qianqiu, and the Zhaolan sword galloped out like a falcon, swooping down and directly hitting Mo Qianqiu's back.

A sword array unfolded behind Mo Qianqiu, with the sound of spiritual vibration, as if countless creatures roared, engulfing the Zhaolan sword array.

At this moment of confrontation, sand and stones flew between the Xiyuan cracks, and the slightest ray of moonlight was completely covered up.

Mo Qianqiu turned around, his expression became more and more cold.

"Mr. Zhaolan, when did Chongluan Palace also learn to sneak attack from behind? Is this how your sword sect taught you?"

"It's not that the Palace Master doesn't know that our Sword Sect has been in seclusion for more than a thousand years. If you ask him how he taught us, isn't this embarrassing him?"

Mo Qianqiu knew in his heart that Mr. Zhaolan wanted to lure him out of the Chongluan Palace, but what the purpose was is still unknown.

Could it be that he came here to discuss, to support him in the battle for Xiyuan's sword?

But Mr. Zhaolan is recognized as having the highest cultivation level among the three seniors, and he is not afraid of challenges at all.

Besides, based on the grievances between himself and Xiyuan, everyone knows that Mo Qianqiu and Xiyuan should repair each other unless the water in the East Ruins dries up and Xiyuan cracks flat.

"Hallmaster, do you know what's so special about this crack in Xiyuan?" Mr. Zhaolan flicked his sleeve along the direction of Xiyuan.

Mo Qianqiu tightened his fingers holding the sword, frowned, and secretly said "no".

"This is the closest place to the devil's capital. Except for you and me, there are no living beings."

The momentum borrowed by the Qianqiu Sword is the soul of all living beings.

If there is no living being, how can there be a soul?

"The sword formation of the palace master just now is quite powerful. But you have used up the momentum you borrowed before, right?" Mr. Zhaolan smiled and looked at Mo Qianqiu.

Mo Qianqiu knew that Mr. Zhaolan had a high level of cultivation, unless he was willing, Qianqiu Sword would not be able to borrow his soul.

There are living creatures in Chongluan Palace, an ant, a flower, Mo Qianqiu can take advantage of it.

But the world is so big that there is really no living thing, only this Xiyuan is cracked.

"Who said I have no power to borrow?" Mo Qianqiu snorted softly, turned his face sideways, and looked at Mr. Zhaolan jokingly.

Mr. Zhaolan also laughed: "Could it be possible that Palace Qianqiu wants to borrow your own soul? It's not that you can't borrow it, it's just that the soul is out of the body, who will protect your body?"

Mo Qianqiu stood still, raised his hand to gently cover his chest, and under his clothes, he wore a small flute carved from spirit vines, which was only about the size of a bean pod.

"Don't worry, I haven't reached the point of borrowing my own soul. It's just Mr. Zhaolan, I still want to know that you led me from the Chongluan Palace to the Xiyuan Rift just to prevent me from borrowing the soul of living beings?"

Mo Qianqiu thought to himself, Mr. Zhaolan's purpose is unclear, so he can't casually use this last ultimate move.

"Hall Master, although you said that you would never forgive the teacher, but to the teacher, you are always the person he values ​​the most."

"Oh? Really?" Mo Qianqiu looked at Mr. Zhaolan with the eyes of a fool, "Xiyuan's reputation is what he values ​​most."

"No. The lord looks back?" Mr. Zhaolan pointed in the direction of Chongluan Palace.

Mo Qianqiu turned his head and looked in the direction of Chongluan Palace in the distance. In the entire desolate and dark West Abyss, it was like a firefly... so small that it could be blown out with a single breath.

But, what did Mr. Zhaolan show him?

Is there something different in Chongluan Palace?

"Hall Master, look carefully. Those immortal gates in Chongluan Palace can't be seen, it's just because of being in this mountain."

A bad premonition welled up in Mo Qianqiu's heart, he gathered the spiritual energy on his fingertips, and touched his eyes.

——Open your eyes!

In an instant, he saw a huge evil formation formed by the black evil energy penetrating thousands of miles below the ground!

And Chongluan Palace is in the center of the evil town!

The Chongluan Palace was originally built by chiseling out walls, but now it seems that it hangs above the billowing evil energy, like a pill furnace, roasting on the evil fire!

It's just that this evil energy has been hidden too deeply, even if the Nanlijing Tianmiaochen Sword Sect is so cultivated, if he doesn't deliberately open his wisdom eyes, he won't be able to see it!

"What do you want to do--"

Qian Qiujian sensed Mo Qianqiu's mood and trembled endlessly.

"My master was seriously injured in the battle between immortals and demons more than a thousand years ago, and he hasn't healed yet." Mr. Zhaolan said unhurriedly.

"So - this is to use the Chongluan Palace as a soul refining cauldron to refine the heads of various factions and their elites! When did you become one with the devil?"

Is this Mr. Zhaolan's conspiracy, or is the whole of Xiyuan involved?

Mo Fu... Do you know Mo Fu or not?

Or, he has been seriously injured all these years and has not left the customs... Is he already dead?

Otherwise, with his upright heart, how could he tolerate the collusion between Mr. Zhaolan and Modu?

"Looking at the expression of the Palace Master, the Palace Master is very worried. I just don't know, who is the Palace Master worried about?"

Mo Qianqiu thought that he must get out of Mr. Zhaolan's mouth as soon as possible, and who is the person who launched this soul-refining town, otherwise, not to mention the fairy heads like Miaochen Yuanjun and Kunwu, if something happens, the Sifang Xianmen will be in chaos!

With all the energy of decency exhausted, the evil crowd in the devil capital still don't do whatever they want?

What's more... That little fool Lu Xiaochan is still watching the excitement in Chongluan Palace!

If Lu Xiaochan and Shu Wuxia were both refined...Modu not only took back the Karmic Fire of Chaos, but also refined the most pure cultivation in the world!

Who else can stop the evil god Chaos?

Mo Qianqiu regretted it unceasingly, he should not have brought them into the Chongluan Palace!

"Because you lost to the family teacher at Asking Xiantai, all the sects of Xianmen believe that you have evil intentions against Chunning Jun. In addition, your Qianqiu Sword can borrow the spirit of all things, and they are all worried that one day you will be careless. My own soul was borrowed by Qianqiu Sword, so your sword is evil, and you are also evil. Even if you don’t hate them, you shouldn’t care about their life or death!”

Mr. Zhaolan's expression should have seen through what Mo Qianqiu was thinking.

"Lord Qianqiu, answer my question—are you worried about your teacher? Or your Lord Li Che?"

Mo Qianqiu didn't expect Zhao Lan to know even what he cared about the most, knowing that the situation was not good.

No matter who is driving this evil town, I must rush back as soon as possible!

Mo Qianqiu retreated dozens of feet away with Yujian, the spiritual energy all over his body gathered in the sea of ​​pills, and his clothes flew up, even if there were no living beings to borrow in a thousand miles around, Mo Qianqiu was still "identifying spirits" to find the spirit.

Mr. Zhaolan closed his eyes and sighed: "If the palace master is worried about my teacher, he will ask me where he is. If you didn't ask, it means you don't care. If you want to go back desperately, it means you miss Li Che Jun. It's a pity, the master still misses the Hall Master."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Zhaolan's aura surged, and he swung his sword, and suddenly rushed to Mo Qianqiu, with a cold light of the sword, accompanied by a huge wave of aura!

Mo Qianqiu's horizontal sword resisted, like a mountain rising from a deadly land, forcibly withstood the blow of Zhaolan sword.

The moment the two swords collided, the Zhaolan sword circle swirled, and the energy of the mountains and rivers poured into the Zhaolan sword. It was so powerful that it suppressed Mo Qianqiu.

"Hall Master can resist the momentum of Xiyuan's mountains and rivers on his own, and his cultivation has improved a lot! Fortunately, there are no living spirits here to borrow, otherwise I, Mr. Zhaolan, will collapse here."

The wind of spiritual energy came from all directions, as if the mountains and mountains were crushing layer upon layer, wanting to smash Mo Qianqiu to pieces.

Mo Qianqiu gritted his teeth, thinking that he was really careless, that's why he followed Mr. Zhaolan's way.

I have hidden you in my heart for more than a thousand years, and I still have to use you...

Mo Qianqiu pulled out the flute from his collar and put it between his lips. No matter how reluctant he was, he thought that if he didn't rush back to Chongluan Palace, Lu Xiaochan would be refined, so he had to blow the flute hard !

The sound of the flute is neither musical nor sharp, only a lingering breath overflowing, pure and light.

A gust of wind blew through the dead silence of the Xiyuan Fissure, as if all living beings were breathing.

This burst of breath submerged into his sword body, and then formed a formation from the tip of the sword. The sword formation was full of spiritual energy, not only breaking through the shackles of Zhaolan sword formation, but also rushing in front of Mr. Zhaolan in an instant, overwhelming and unstoppable.

"Ah—" Zhaolan Sword formed an formation with his sword, but he couldn't resist this mighty sword formation!

His skin and flesh were refined by Mo Qianqiu's sword formation, and his Danyuan was crushed by the sword formation, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

His eyes widened, Mr. Zhaolan couldn't believe it.

He fell on the edge of the crack in Xiyuan, holding his sword tightly in his hand, unable to get up for a long time.

Mo Qianqiu looked cold and solemn, lowered his eyebrows, and looked at Mr. Zhaolan as if he was looking at a dead person.

"No...impossible...you borrowed...what did you borrow?"

"Just a breath."

Mo Qianqiu turned around and rushed towards Chongluan Palace desperately.

Lu Xiaochan, you idiot, don't worry!

He clasped his chest tightly, remembering that he accompanied Li Che to search for white hydrangeas in Qianqiu Ruins more than a thousand years ago.

On that day, the scorching sun was in the sky, but the white desert of Qianqiu Market was very cold.

In the desert, there is a mirror-like water pool, and a large purple flower bush grows on the edge of the water pool.

These purple petals are dotted with water droplets, which are particularly conspicuous in the entire white desert where no other colors can be seen.

A young man was lying on the ground among the flowers, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely serious, and he didn't know what he was looking for.

Sitting on the edge of the flowers, Mo Qianqiu propped his chin, and couldn't help laughing at the young man's pouting appearance.

He suddenly became wicked, grabbed a handful of sand, brought it to his lips, and blew lightly, using his spiritual energy, a small sandstorm was formed.

The entire field of flowers was overwhelmed, and the boy in the flowers was blown to the ground and ate a mouthful of sand.

When the gust of wind passed, the boy got up angrily, grabbed a handful of sand, rushed in front of Mo Qianqiu, deliberately picked up his collar, and threw it in.

"Ouch! You don't want to live anymore!" Mo Qianqiu hurriedly untied his belt, jumping up and down on the spot, trying to jump out the sand.

The young man put his hips on his hips and looked coldly at the side: "Who doesn't want to live anymore? It was agreed that when there is no one else, I will be your master! It's fine if you don't help your master find white hydrangeas, and you can still use it for me at the side." tripper!"

"Isn't it funny to see you squatting in the flowers?"

"Funny?" The young man was not happy, he took a step back, and he was about to form a healing curse, "I think you are full of bad water! I will purify it for you, Master!"

Although the healing curse does not hurt people, the power of purification can also make people feel uncomfortable.

Mo Qianqiu waved his hands quickly: "Don't, don't, don't! Master Xiaochan is merciful, this disciple knows his mistake!"

This young man was Li Che-Jun back then. He searched for half a day, but he couldn't find the white hydrangea.

Who knew that Mo Qianqiu's face suddenly changed, and Qianqiu's sword was unsheathed!

Lu Xiaochan opened her eyes wide and yelled, "Isn't it just a joke—you use your sword..."

In an instant, the spirit of this piece of hydrangea was borrowed into the Qianqiu Sword Formation. Lu Xiaochan looked at this large formation and suddenly realized something. Turning around, she saw only a huge sand snake with its mouth wide open. I want to eat Lu Xiaochan in one bite!

All the barbs on its cheeks were opened, and if it got hit by the barbs, Lu Xiaochan would be more spectacular than a hedgehog.

Lu Xiaochan was so frightened that she ran towards Mo Qianqiu's direction, and Qianqiu's sword array instantly locked Sand Snake's throat!

As soon as Mo Qianqiu gave it away with his fingertips, the Qianqiu sword passed through the sword formation, sank into the Sand Snake's throat, and then came out from its back!

Sand Snake let out a mournful cry, fell to the ground and rolled over.

Mo Qianqiu's spiritual energy kept swirling, and the sword array tightened, and Sand Snake's head was removed.

Lu Xiaochan stood aside and watched in a daze until Mo Qianqiu directly refined it.

It is said that the Sand Snake in Qianqiu Ruins is a descendant of the ancient spirit beast Teng Snake, which appears and disappears in the sand sea, and is extremely ferocious.

"Tu...Tuer! You are amazing!" Lu Xiaochan clapped her hands aside.

"Master's flattery is not bad!" Mo Qianqiu replied.

"But the hydrangea sea that I finally found is gone..."

"What you want is white hydrangea. Since it is called hydrangea, it is naturally purple. How can there be white flowers!" Mo Qianqiu shook his head and put away his sword.

Lu Xiaochan smiled and said: "Who says it can't bloom? Although something different is easy to be destroyed, it is not without it. I look at you, you will be a white hydrangea in the future."

"What?" Mo Qianqiu laughed, "You use flowers to compare me?"

"I mean, there are countless immortal disciples in the world. If they are all hydrangeas, they are precious, but I don't feel bad without them. But you are the only white hydrangea. Although you are different and easy to be criticized, but But it is the most precious. If I want to refine the 'Building Spirit Pill', I must have white hydrangeas."

"What is 'Building Spirit Pill'?"

"Even after eating it, one day the physical body will be damaged, and the alchemy will not be destroyed, and there is still a chance of rebirth."

"Why do you always make such weird pills?"

"Is it strange? People have no long-term considerations, so they must have near-term worries!" Lu Xiaochan patted Mo Qianqiu's chest, and suddenly thought of something, "Wait, your Qianqiu sword borrows the spirit of living beings, what if there are no living beings ?”

"In this world, is there any place that is devoid of life? Even Ye Chuan, Lord Yehua Yuanjun, can find some snakes, insects, rats and ants that love the heat."

"What about the devil's capital? The devil's capital is full of evil spirits, can you still borrow the spirits of evil spirits? Beware of going crazy!"

Lu Xiaochan tilted her head, as if she was really thinking about this question.

"Okay, master, tell me, what should I do?"

Mo Qianqiu had never thought about this question before.In his opinion, if one day he really falls into a situation where there are no souls to borrow, it will be his fate.

"Let me think about it! Hey, I have it!"

"What's wrong?" Mo Qianqiu really didn't believe that he could find a solution.

Lu Xiaochan lowered her head, searched around in the bottles and jars hanging on his body, and finally found a section of spirit vine, which had wrapped around his waist two or three times, absorbing a lot of his spirit energy.

Lu Xiaochan picked a section off, took out the small file usually used for planing the soil, poked a hole in the spirit vine, and put it on her lips.

"What are you doing?" Mo Qianqiu was curious, always feeling that Lu Xiaochan had countless tricks.

He didn't answer Mo Qianqiu, but breathed in.

"Here, keep it. Here is my breath, which holds a strand of my soul."

Mo Qianqiu was stunned.

"Take it with you. If there is any danger in the future and you can't borrow the soul of a living being, take it out and borrow it from me! I have cultivated for more than 600 years, and even a ray of spirit power is stronger than these flowers and plants. many!"

Mo Qianqiu took that section of spirit vine, it still had a hint of warmth.

He didn't expect it at all, but within a few months, he was on his way to Wujingtian, and he watched Lu Xiaochan being burned by the chaotic karma.

He clasped the spirit vine tightly, as if as long as it was still there, Lu Xiaochan's soul would still be there.

That was Lu Xiaochan's last breath in the world.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xiaochan's preparations for him more than a thousand years ago really came in handy tonight, saving Mo Qianqiu's life!

The Qianqiu Sword galloped through the wind, Mo Qianqiu only hoped that even if the Soul Refining Formation was urged, Shu Wuxia could protect Lu Xiaochan!

Unexpectedly, in the bottomless cracks in the ground, suddenly the spiritual energy surged, and a huge sword array rose up like a vast and boundless sky net, coming towards Mo Qianqiu.

Mo Qianqiu's eyes widened, and Yu Jian retreated, but he was still a step too late!

In such a vast sword formation, the essence of the mountains and rivers is concentrated in it-it is the heavy owl sword!

Pulling out the mountains and rivers, the pressure is overwhelming!

Mo Qianqiu's sword formation engulfed him, and he was instantly dragged into the endless abyss!

At this moment, he suddenly woke up - Mr. Zhaolan was just a bait, the purpose was to force him to use the ray of anger that lost Lu Xiaochan, making him really powerless at this moment!

Apart from Mo Qianqiu himself, the only one who knew the true effect of the spirit vine on him was Xiyuan Sword Sect!

He was tricked!

Mo Qianqiu fell straight into Xiyuan from the night sky, and was suddenly engulfed by darkness.

But at this moment, Lu Xiaochan, Yu Wuhen sword shuttled through the void, and couldn't find the exit no matter what.

No matter where he went, there was not a trace of life in sight.

What the hell is going on, even in the void of Chongluan Palace, it is impossible to be so empty!

Vaguely, Lu Xiaochan saw a faint aura!

There are people ahead!Maybe he is a disciple of Chongluan Palace, maybe he knows how to leave this chaotic void!

Lu Xiaochan galloped away, and that flash of spiritual light also flew away very quickly.

Countless voids passed by Lu Xiaochan's side one by one, and he couldn't tell the direction here, but Lu Xiaochan had a premonition that he was rushing all the way down!

He could already vaguely see one after another of evil energy overlapping, forming a huge formation.

He couldn't see the whole picture of this formation, but he knew that this formation was extraordinary!

Chongluan Palace is the territory of a sword sect, even though it was originally built to guard the evil people under the crack of Xiyuan, but these evil spirits clearly have the tendency to invade!

Is it really because of the serious injury of Li Fu, so I can't hold it down anymore?

Do you want to move forward?

The looming aura might be the bait of the devil city!

But if you don't go, even in this void, you can't escape, and you will still be confused!

Don't be impulsive, just bear with it!

Lu Xiaochan gathered her mind and stopped chasing.

But what he never expected was that a sword formation struck from behind him, and what he saw when he turned around was Zhenjun Fanning!

Lu Xiaochan formed a formation with his sword, and when he was pushed by the sword formation, he fell backwards like this, directly falling through this heavy void!

Lu Xiaochan opened her eyes wide - how could it be Fanning Zhenjun?

In an instant, Lu Xiaochan was engulfed in darkness!

He felt that his body was sinking rapidly, and immediately summoned Wuhen Sword to hold him back.

Lu Xiaochan couldn't hear any sound except her own heartbeat.

Where is he?

Lu Xiaochan's back felt cold, this was the first time...he lost Shu Wuxi's protection and was alone.

He felt that there was some kind of breath surrounding and probing around him, and Lu Xiaochan immediately formed a formation and wrapped himself up.

Don't be afraid, Lu Xiaochan, don't be afraid.

Don't be afraid.

It's just life and death, you've been in pain, you've been alone, you've been dead.