Mo Qianqiu smiled: "I said that your two senior brothers looked down on me. But you went ahead and said a few words to me. It turns out that you have bad intentions."
Zhao Lan smiled and said, "Over the years, the cultivation of the Qianqiu Palace Master has improved a lot. Everyone thought you were going to challenge Chun Ning Jun to a duel on the Questioning Immortal Platform, but I know that if you challenge again, it will naturally be to my master Hao Fu."
Mo Qianqiu lowered his head, pursed his lips, and slightly curved the corners of his lips.
He shrugged his shoulders as if he had heard something extremely funny, and his body was shaking more and more violently.
"Hahahaha! Am I so overestimating my own abilities?" Mo Qianqiu pounded his chest and slowly raised his eyes.
In those eyes, there was a teasing look that did not take all the love, hate, and vengeance in the world to heart.
Zhao Lanjun said nothing, just looked at Mo Qianqiu.
Mo Qianqiu turned his wrist slightly, and the Qianqiu Sword turned around.
"Where is the Lord going?"
"Go back to bed."
"The Palace Master is probably not going back to sleep, but is worried that I am trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and someone wants to harm Li Chejun."
Mo Qianqiu shook his head and sighed: "Chongluan Palace is an important place for the immortal sect. If someone can harm the immortal saint here... who else can do it except Xiyuan Sword Sect Haofu himself?"
"Don't you want to see my master?" asked Zhao Lanjun.
The clouds are thick tonight, and in the inky black sky, only a faint moonlight shines through the clouds.
Zhao Lanjun's face was a little cold and weird in the darkness.
"I don't want to." Mo Qianqiu replied.
Then his expression changed and he headed towards Chongluan Palace.
Zhao Lanjun raised the corners of his lips and said softly: "But my master wants to see you, Palace Master."
After saying that, Zhao Lanjun pointed at Mo Qianqiu, and the Zhao Lan sword rushed out, swooping down like a falcon, straight into Mo Qianqiu's back.
A sword formation unfolded behind Mo Qianqiu, with a sound of vibrating spiritual energy, as if countless living beings were roaring, engulfing the Zhaolan sword formation.
During this moment of confrontation, sand and gravel flew between the cracks in the West Abyss, and the tiny bit of moonlight was completely obscured.
Mo Qianqiu turned around, his expression becoming even colder.
"Lord Zhaolan, when did Chongluan Palace also learn to attack from behind? Did your Sword Sect Master Haofu teach you this?"
"The Palace Master knows that our Sword Sect has been in seclusion for more than a thousand years. Isn't it embarrassing for him to ask him how he taught us?"
Mo Qianqiu knew in his heart that Lord Zhao Lan wanted to lure him out of Chongluan Palace, but what his purpose was was still unknown.
Could it be that he came here to discuss whether he should support him in the battle for the position of Xiyuan Sword Master
However, among the three brothers, Zhao Lanjun is recognized as the one with the highest cultivation level, and he is not afraid of challenges at all.
Moreover, given the grudge between himself and Xiyuan, everyone knew that in order for Mo Qianqiu to make peace with Xiyuan, the water in Dongxu would have to dry up and Xiyuan would have to split apart.
"Palace Master, do you know what's so special about this crack in Xiyuan?" Zhao Lanjun gently waved his sleeves along the direction of Xiyuan.
Mo Qianqiu tightened his fingers around the sword, frowned, and said to himself, "Not good."
"This is the place closest to the Demon City. There are no living beings except you and me."
The power borrowed by the Qianqiu Sword is the essence of all living things.
If there are no living beings, where does the spirit come from
"The sword formation that the Palace Master used just now was quite powerful. But he has already used up the momentum he borrowed before, right?" Zhao Lanjun looked at Mo Qianqiu with a smile.
Mo Qianqiu knew that Lord Zhaolan had a very high level of cultivation, and unless he was willing, the Qianqiu Sword could not borrow his spirit.
There are living things in Chongluan Palace, an ant or a flower, Mo Qianqiu can take advantage of them.
In this vast world, the only place without a single living thing is the cracked ground in the Western Abyss.
"Who said I have no power to borrow?" Mo Qianqiu snorted lightly, turned his head sideways, and looked at Zhao Lanjun playfully.
Zhao Lanjun also laughed: "Could it be that Lord Qianqiu wants to borrow his own spirit? It's not that I can't borrow it, but the spirit is out of the body, who will protect your body?"
Mo Qianqiu stood still, raised his hand and gently covered his chest. Under his clothes, he was wearing a small flute carved from a spiritual vine, only the size of a bean pod.
"Don't worry, I haven't reached the point where I need to borrow my own spirit. But Lord Zhaolan, I still want to know if you led me from Chongluan Palace to the Xiyuan Rift just to prevent me from borrowing the spirits of living beings?"
Mo Qianqiu thought that Zhao Lanjun’s purpose was unclear, so he couldn’t use this final killing move casually.
"Palace Master, although you said that you will never forgive my master, to my master, you are always the person he values most."
"Oh? Really?" Mo Qianqiu looked at Zhao Lanjun as if he were a fool. "Xiyuan's reputation is what he values most."
"No. Palace Master, can you look back?" Zhao Lanjun 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 desolate and dark West Abyss, it was like a firefly... so small that it seemed like it could be blown out by a breath.
But what did Zhao Lanjun ask him to see
Is there something strange in Chongluan Palace
"Palace Master, please look carefully. I cannot see the immortal gates in Chongluan Palace because I am in this mountain."
A bad premonition came to Mo Qianqiu's heart. He gathered the spiritual energy at his fingertips and touched his eyes.
—Open your eyes!
In an instant, he saw a huge evil formation formed by the black evil energy that seeped in from thousands of miles underground!
And Chongluan Palace is right in the center of Xie Town!
Chongluan Palace was originally built by digging out the wall. Now it seems to be suspended above the rolling evil energy, like a furnace being roasted by evil fire!
It’s just that this evil spirit has been hidden too deeply. Even someone with the cultivation level of Tian Miaochen Sword Sect in Nanli Realm cannot see it without deliberately opening his wisdom eyes!
"What do you want to do-"
The Qianqiu Sword sensed Mo Qianqiu's mood and began to tremble.
"My master was seriously injured in the battle between immortals and demons more than a thousand years ago, and has not recovered to this day." Zhao Lanjun said slowly.
"So - you want to use Chongluan Palace as a soul refining cauldron to refine the leaders and elites of each sect! When did you become one with the Demon City?"
Is this Lord Zhaolan's conspiracy, or is the entire Xiyuan involved
Haofu... Haofu knows or doesn’t he know
Or maybe, he has been seriously injured and has not come out of seclusion for these years... Has he already disappeared
Otherwise, with his upright character, how could he tolerate the collusion between Zhao Lanjun and Modu
"From what I see on the Palace Master's face, he seems to be very worried. But I wonder who he is worried about?"
Mo Qianqiu thought that he must get the information from Zhao Lanjun as soon as possible about who launched the soul refining town. Otherwise, let alone if something happened to immortal leaders like Miaochen Yuanjun and Kunwu, the four immortal gates would inevitably be in chaos!
The good guys have run out of luck, but the evil people in the Demon City are still doing whatever they want
More importantly... that little fool Lu Xiaochan is still watching the fun in Chongluan Palace!
If Lu Xiaochan and Shu Wuxi were refined together... Modu not only took back the chaotic fire, but also refined the purest cultivation in the world!
Who else can stop the evil god Chaos
Mo Qianqiu regretted deeply that he should not have brought them into Chongluan Palace!
"Because you lost to my master on the Questioning Immortal Stage, all the sects of the immortal sects believe that you have evil intentions towards Chun Ning Jun. In addition, your Qianqiu Sword can borrow the spirits of all things. They are all worried that one day their spirits will be borrowed by the Qianqiu Sword by accident. So your sword is evil, and you are also evil. Even if you don't hate them, you should not care about their life or death!"
Zhao Lanjun's expression must have shown that he saw through Mo Qianqiu's thoughts.
"Master Qianqiu, answer my question - are you worried about your master? Or your Lord Li Che?"
Mo Qianqiu didn't expect that even what he was most concerned about was known by Zhao Lan, and he knew that the situation was not good.
No matter who drives this evil town, I must get back as soon as possible!
Mo Qianqiu flew back dozens of feet on his sword. The spiritual energy around him gathered in the Danhai, and his clothes fluttered in the wind. Even though there were no living creatures to borrow from within a thousand miles, Mo Qianqiu was still "identifying spirits" to look for the soul.
Zhao Lanjun closed his eyes and sighed: "If the Palace Master was worried about my master, he would ask me where he is. You didn't ask, which means you don't care. You want to rush back at all costs, which means you are worried about Li Chejun. It's a pity that my master still misses the Palace Master."
After saying that, the spiritual energy around Zhao Lanjun surged, and he swung his sword and suddenly rushed in front of Mo Qianqiu. The sword flashed with a cold light, accompanied by a huge spiritual tide!
Mo Qianqiu held his sword horizontally to block, like a heavy mountain rising from the ground, and he withstood the attack of Zhaolan Sword.
The moment the two swords collided, the Zhaolan sword formation swirled up, and the essence of the mountains, rivers and veins of the earth poured into the Zhaolan sword. The power was so great that it suppressed Mo Qianqiu.
"Palace Master can resist the might of the mountains and rivers of Xiyuan by himself. His cultivation has really improved a lot! Fortunately, there are no living spirits to borrow here, otherwise I, Zhao Lanjun, would die here."
The strong winds of spiritual energy came from all directions, as if towering mountains were crushing Mo Qianqiu to pieces.
Mo Qianqiu gritted his teeth, thinking that he was really careless, which was why he fell into Zhao Lanjun's trap.
I have kept you in my heart for more than a thousand years, and finally I have to use you...
Mo Qianqiu took out the small flute from his collar and placed it to his lips. No matter how reluctant he was, he thought that if he didn't hurry back to Chongluan Palace, Lu Xiaochan would definitely be refined, so he had to blow the flute hard!
The sound of the flute was neither musical nor sharp, but it exuded a lingering breath, pure and light.
A gust of wind blew through the dead silence of the West Abyss Rift, as if all living things had begun to breathe.
This breath of energy penetrated into the body of his sword and then formed a formation from the tip of the sword. The sword formation was full of spiritual energy. It not only broke through the shackles of Zhao Lan's sword formation, but also rushed in front of Zhao Lan Jun in an instant, destroying him with overwhelming force.
"Ah—" Zhao Lanjian controlled the sword to form a formation, but he couldn't resist this powerful sword formation!
His skin and flesh were refined by Mo Qianqiu's sword formation, and his Dan Yuan was crushed by the sword formation, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhao Lanjun opened his eyes wide, totally unable to believe it.
He fell at the edge of the crack in Xiyuan, holding his sword tightly in his hand, and was unable to get up for a long time.
Mo Qianqiu had a stern expression, lowered his eyebrows, and looked at Zhao Lanjun 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 regardless of everything.
Lu Xiaochan, you fool, please don’t get into any trouble!
He clasped his chest tightly, recalling the time more than a thousand years ago when he accompanied Li Che in searching for white hydrangeas in Qianqiu Ruins.
That day, the sun was shining brightly, but the white desert of Qianqiuxu was very cold.
In the desert, there is a mirror-like body of water, and on the edge of the water there grows a large patch of purple flowers.
These purple petals are dotted with water droplets, and are particularly eye-catching in the entire white desert where no other colors can be seen.
A young man was lying among the flowers, his eyes extremely serious, and it was unknown what he was looking for.
Mo Qianqiu sat beside the flowers, propped up his chin, and looked at the young man with his back bent, and couldn't help laughing.
He suddenly had a bad idea, grabbed a handful of sand, brought it to his lips, blew gently, and with his spiritual energy, formed a small sandstorm.
The entire bush of flowers was flattened down, and the young man in the bush was blown down, with a mouthful of sand in his mouth.
When the wind passed, the young man climbed up with a grunt, grabbed a handful of sand, rushed to Mo Qianqiu, deliberately picked up his collar and threw it in.
"Ouch! You don't want to live anymore!" Mo Qianqiu quickly untied his belt and jumped on the spot, trying to jump out the sand.
The young man stood with his hands on his hips, watching coldly from the side: "Who doesn't want to live? We agreed that when no one is around, I will be your master! It would be fine if you didn't help your master find the white hydrangea, but you are still trying to trip me up!"
"Isn't it funny to see you bending over among the flowers?"
"Funny?" The young man was unhappy and took a step back, about to cast a healing spell, "I see you are full of bad water! Let the master purify you!"
Although the healing spell does not hurt people, its purifying power can still make people feel uncomfortable.
Mo Qianqiu quickly shook his hand: "No, no, no! Master Xiaochan, please show some mercy, I know I am wrong!"
This young man was none other than Li Chejun from that year. He had been searching for half a day but couldn't find the white hydrangea. He was feeling very upset, but after hearing what Mo Qianqiu said, he no longer wanted to search any further and instead wanted to play with Mo Qianqiu.
Who knew that Mo Qianqiu's expression suddenly changed, and the Qianqiu sword was unsheathed!
Lu Xiaochan opened her eyes wide and shouted, "It was just a joke—you draw your sword..."
In an instant, the essence of the hydrangea was borrowed into the Qianqiu Sword Formation. Lu Xiaochan looked at the formation and suddenly realized something. He turned around and saw a huge sand snake with its mouth wide open, as if it wanted to eat Lu Xiaochan in one bite!
The barbs on its cheeks are all open. If Lu Xiaochan is pricked by the barbs, he will be more spectacular than a hedgehog.
Lu Xiaochan was so scared that she ran towards Mo Qianqiu, and the Qianqiu sword formation instantly locked the sand snake's throat!
Mo Qianqiu pushed forward with his fingertips, and the Qianqiu Sword pierced through the sword formation, sank into the sand snake's throat, and then went out from its back!
The sand snake let out a mournful cry and rolled over on the ground.
Mo Qianqiu's spiritual energy continued to swirl, and the sword formation tightened, removing the sand snake's head.
Lu Xiaochan stood there watching stupidly until Mo Qianqiu refined it directly.
Legend has it that the sand snakes in Qianqiu Ruins are descendants of the ancient spiritual beast Teng Snake. They appear and disappear mysteriously in the sea of sand and are extremely ferocious.
"Disciple... Disciple! You are so awesome!" Lu Xiaochan clapped her hands.
"Master is pretty good at flattering people!" Mo Qianqiu replied.
"But the sea of hydrangeas that I had found with great difficulty is gone..."
"What you want is white hydrangea. Since it is called hydrangea, it is naturally purple. How can it bloom white flowers?" Mo Qianqiu shook his head and put away his sword.
Lu Xiaochan smiled and said, "Who says it can't bloom? Although unique things are easy to be destroyed, they are not gone. I see that you will be a white hydrangea in the future."
"What?" Mo Qianqiu laughed, "You're comparing me to flowers?"
"I mean, there are countless disciples in the world. If they were all hydrangeas, they would be precious, but I wouldn't feel bad if they were gone. But you are the only white hydrangea. Although you are different and easy to attract criticism, you are the most precious. If I want to refine the 'Spirit Building Pill', I must use the white hydrangea."
"What is 'Spirit Building Pill'?"
"Even if your body is damaged after you eat it, your Dan Yuan will not be destroyed, and you will have a chance to be reborn."
"Why do you always make such strange pills?"
"Is it strange? If you don't think about the future, you will have immediate 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?"
"Is there any place in this world without any living things? Even in Yehua Yuanjun's Yechuan, you can find some snakes, insects, rats and ants that love the heat."
"Where is the Demon City? The Demon City is full of evil spirits. Can you still borrow the spirits of evil spirits? Be careful not to get possessed by evil spirits!"
Lu Xiaochan tilted her head, as if she was really thinking about this question.
"Okay, Master, what do you think we should do?"
Mo Qianqiu had never thought about this problem. In his opinion, if one day he really fell into a situation where he had no living beings to borrow, it would be his fate.
"Let me think about it! Oh, I got it!"
"What happened?" Mo Qianqiu really didn't believe that he could find a solution.
Lu Xiaochan lowered his head and searched among the bottles and jars hanging on his body. Finally, he found a piece of spiritual vine. The vine had already wrapped around his waist two or three times and absorbed a lot of his spiritual energy.
Lu Xiaochan picked a piece, took out the small file she usually used to dig the soil, poked a hole in the spiritual vine, and then put it to her lips.
"What are you doing?" Mo Qianqiu was very curious. He always felt that Lu Xiaochan had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
He didn't answer Mo Qianqiu, but blew a breath in.
"Here you go. Keep it. It contains my breath and my soul."
Mo Qianqiu was stunned.
"Take it with you. If you are in danger someday and cannot borrow the spirit of a living being, take it out and use my power! I have cultivated for more than 600 years. Even a wisp of spirit power is much stronger than these flowers and plants!"
Mo Qianqiu took over the piece of spiritual vine, which still had a hint of warmth.
He never imagined that just a few months later, he would watch Lu Xiaochan being burned by the chaotic fire while on his way to the realm of nothingness.
He held the spiritual vine tightly, as if as long as it was there, Lu Xiaochan's soul would still be there.
That was Lu Xiaochan's last breath in the world.
Unexpectedly, the preparations Lu Xiaochan made for him more than a thousand years ago really came in handy tonight and saved Mo Qianqiu's life!
The Qianqiu Sword rushed through the wind. Mo Qianqiu only hoped that even if the soul refining formation was activated, Shu Wuxi could still protect Lu Xiaochan!
Who would have known that in the bottomless crack in the ground, spiritual energy suddenly surged, and a huge sword formation rose up from the ground, like a vast and boundless sky net, coming towards Mo Qianqiu.
Mo Qianqiu opened his eyes wide and retreated on his sword, but he was still a step too late!
Such a vast sword formation, with the essence of mountains and rivers embodied in it - it was exactly Hao Fu's heavy owl sword!
The force is as strong as a mountain and the pressure is overwhelming!
Mo Qianqiu was swept into the sword formation and instantly dragged into the endless abyss!
At this moment, he suddenly woke up - Zhao Lanjun was just a bait, the purpose was to force him to use up Lu Xiaochan's vitality, leaving him with no power to rely on!
Apart from Mo Qianqiu himself, the only one who knew the true function of the spiritual vine on his body was Xiyuan Sword Sect's Hao Fu!
He was tricked by Hao Fu!
Mo Qianqiu fell straight from the night sky into the abyss and was suddenly swallowed by the darkness.
At this moment, Lu Xiaochan, flying through the void with the Sword of No Traces, could not find the exit.
Wherever he went, he saw no living creature.
What is going on? Even in the void of Chongluan Palace, it can't be so empty!
Faintly, Lu Xiaochan saw a faint light!
There is someone in front! Maybe he is a disciple of Chongluan Palace. Maybe he knows how to leave this chaotic void!
Lu Xiaochan sped away, and that flash of inspiration also flew away very quickly.
Countless voids passed by Lu Xiaochan one by one. It was impossible to tell the direction here, but Lu Xiaochan had a premonition that he was rushing all the way down!
He could already vaguely see the evil energies overlapping one after another, forming a huge formation.
He couldn't see the whole picture of the formation, but he knew that it was extraordinary!
Chongluan Palace is the territory of a sword sect. Even if the original intention of its construction was to guard against the evil forces under the rift of Xiyuan, these evil spirits clearly have the potential to counterattack!
Is it really because Hao Fu was seriously injured that he couldn't calm down
Do we need to move forward
That elusive spiritual energy might be the bait of the Demon City!
But if I don't go, even in this void, I can't escape, and I will be confused and disoriented!
Don't be impulsive, be patient!
Lu Xiaochan focused his mind and stopped chasing.
But what he never expected was that a sword formation attacked him from behind, and when he turned around, he saw Master Faning!
Lu Xiaochan formed a formation with his sword, but was pushed by the sword formation and fell backwards, falling directly through this level of void!
Lu Xiaochan opened her eyes wide—how could it be Master Faning
In a blink of an eye, Lu Xiaochan was swallowed up by the darkness!
He felt his body sinking rapidly, and immediately summoned the Traceless Sword to hold him back.
Apart from her own heartbeat, Lu Xiaochan could not hear any other sound.
Where is he
Lu Xiaochan felt a chill down his spine. This was the first time... He had lost Shu Wuxi's protection and was now all alone.
He felt some kind of aura surrounding and testing him, so 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 already felt pain, loneliness, and death.
The author has something to say: After reading this, you should understand that the person Mo Qianqiu cares about is Xiao Chan.
But this is different from Shu Wuxi's feelings. Mo Qianqiu admires Xiaochan and regards her as a confidant. A man will die for his confidant, but Qianqiu has never thought of possession for the purpose of possession.
How should I put it? Xiaochan is his white moonlight, but this white moonlight is very down-to-earth. Hahahaha