Mo Zhuochen gave the clothes to Hua Qingyao.
All brand new, men's suits, inside and out.
Fortunately, there isn't much difference when it comes to wearing it.
The length of the Taoist robe that he inherited could be changed at will, so Hua Qingwu was still very comfortable wearing this robe.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Mo!"
Hua Qingyao bowed to Mo Zhuochen again.
"There seems to be something different about you!?"
Even without anything to measure spiritual roots, Mo Zhuochen could still tell something different about Hua Qingyao at a glance.
"The fireball that fell just now is now in my Dantian. I seem to have turned into a spiritual root."
Hua Qingwan looked at Mo Zhuochen and said truthfully.
When she came to this world, apart from her parents, the people who helped her were Sun Piaopiao and Mo Zhuochen.
If it weren't for Mo Zhuochen, she would have died countless times.
She knew that Mo Zhuochen didn't like talking to other people, so even if she told him, he wouldn't do anything.
"Well, that's a good thing, let's go!"
Mo Zhuochen just said something lightly and walked towards the other side.
Hua Qingying also followed behind him.
The purple thunder and lightning in the sky was still being released, and it kept hitting down below.
Originally, Hua Qingyao and Mo Zhuochen were still dodging, but after Hua Qingyao was accidentally hit, she discovered that she was not afraid of these thunder and lightning.
On the contrary, these thunder and lightning are also a good thing, seeming to nourish the purple-red beads in the Dantian.
Next, the two of them continued to walk forward. When they encountered thunder and lightning, they no longer dodge. They only saw Hua Qingyao jumping up and down and following the lightning.
After walking for a long time, they couldn't find any way in or out of here. Neither of them gave up. They kept walking inside, and as they walked, they seemed to feel that the inside was just a small place.
Soon, she swallowed up all the lightning here. This place, which was originally full of lightning, also underwent huge changes because of the absence of lightning.
In the sky, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared.
"Come up!"
Mo Zhuochen took out the flying sword and stood on it first, then asked Hua Qingming to come up.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Hua Qingqing quickly stood on his flying sword.
He flew towards the sky with his sword, towards the whirlpool.
When he finally reached the whirlpool, Hua Qingqing held Mo Zhuochen's clothes tightly with both hands. He looked back and saw the world behind him, slowly collapsing and sinking.
Coming out of that place is on a sea.
"Are we in a normal place?"
Hua Qingyao was still a little confused, so she asked Mo Zhuochen with some doubts.
"Um!"
Mo Zhuochen nodded.
"Is that Qingyuan City in front of you?"
Hua Qingqing looked down at the small city under her feet, which was only as big as a fingernail.
"No... This place is still some distance away from Qingyuan City. Why do you want to go back!?"
It's rare that Mo Zhuochen learned to chat with others.
"Well, I haven't been back for a long time. I miss my parents!"
Hua Qingying nodded.
There is no time to cultivate immortality. In the blink of an eye, several years will pass. Your spells will improve, your cultivation will increase, and you can continue to live.
(End of chapter)