Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 714 Outbreak

All vanished.

The two ninth-rank dragons died on the spot, and the two ghost kings who set up an ambush were also unwilling to drink their hatred one after another, but the atmosphere in the field was a little awkward.

A man and a woman obviously fall in love with each other, but their respective identities and strange emotions make them at a loss as to what to do for a while.

Mo Qiu has never been so heartbroken.

The moment Qin Qingrong drew the sword, he naturally understood the opponent's thoughts, cooperated with the sword, and guided the opponent to change the sword tactics.

Everything is so harmonious.

After the tacit understanding, there was silence.

He turned around and looked at Qin Qingrong. What caught his eyes was not the joy of reunion and the joy of the two, but a look of loneliness.

The white clothes fluttered in the wind, showing desolation.

Don't begging to speak:

"Qing Rong, do you have something on your mind?"

"Yes." Qin Qingrong raised her head, her voice was erratic, sad and reluctant:

"I'm about to die, is that a thought?"

"How could it be?" Mo Qiu shook his head:

"With me here, nothing will happen to you. At worst, you won't go back to the underworld. In this great world, isn't there a place for you?"

"I know that you possess many secret techniques, but the things on my body cannot be untied if you want to." Qin Qingrong said:

"As early as the moment I turned into a ghost, my soul was locked by the secret treasure of the ancestral temple, and even the emperor of the underworld couldn't unlock it."

Mo Qiu frowned, and approached:

"Let me see."

Qin Qingrong stretched out her hand and opened up her breath without any precaution.

The magic power of the Beiyin Xuanjing flowed through the whole body, and even followed the reason of the two people's spiritual friendship, and went straight to the heavily imprisoned soul.

After a while.

Mo Qiu withdrew his palm, his face gloomy.

Qin Qingrong is right, something in her body is connected to the soul of fate, even if it is him, there is no way to untie it.

even.

You can say that.

The soul of Qin Qingrong in front of her is incomplete, and the most crucial part of it is not in this ghost body.

Even if he has infinite secrets, he can't create something out of nothing.

"never mind."

Seeing Moqiu's expression, Qin Qingrong was not surprised, and withdrew her palm calmly:

"I have lived mediocrely in the ancestral temple for hundreds of years, but I don't even know who I am. Now that I have a name and understand the past and present, I am satisfied."

"not to mention……"

"And you."

"There is no other way?" Mo Qiu frowned:

"After all, this is the Dragon Burying Heaven. I don't know what happened here. You can go back and explain it. It should be fine."

"Or, I'll go back with you!"

His voice faltered, and he moved closer.

"You accompany me." Qin Qingrong's cold and clear eyes rippled, paused, shook her head and sighed softly:

"It's just that one more person died."

"As for me, even if I can live for a hundred years after I go back, I still have to sacrifice to the Holy Lord. But now that I have my own heart, I can't agree."

As early as the day when the Yin Division was resurrected, she was brainwashed by the people in the ancestral temple, and she was proud of waiting for the position of a saint to sacrifice her life to the Lord.

To this end, many struggles.

It wasn't until he met Mo Qiu for some reason that ripples appeared in his peaceful heart.

Moqiu when she first saw him, she didn't recognize him, but subconsciously her heart was beating, with joy and fear, she didn't know what to do, so she could only avoid it.

But the fate of the two is obviously not shallow.

After meeting several times, she not only recovered her past life memories, but also had deep roots in love.

Until this reunion, the throbbing in her heart made it difficult for her to control herself, or she didn't want to be tortured in her heart anymore, and she was willing to fly moths to the flame.

The saint is no longer there, only Qin Qingrong.

"century?"

Mo Qiu frowned, but slowly relaxed:

"A hundred years is enough."

"Huh?" Qin Qingrong was stunned for a moment, her face full of astonishment:

"Don't ask, I'm afraid you don't know what the ancestral temple represents."

"The reason why the king of the Kingdom of Shang can coerce the kings is not only his own strength, but also the ancestral temple that has been passed down for an unknown period of time."

"And that Holy Master..."

"It is the existence that is most likely to break through the limit of the ghost king in the past ten thousand years. Looking at the Great Burial Dragon Heaven, I am afraid that only the dragons of the twelfth rank can compete."

"The limit of the ghost king is still the ghost king after all." Mo Qiu said with a serious face:

"Qing Rong, give me a hundred years, and I will definitely take you out of there."

"You..." Qin Qingrong stared at Mo Qiu blankly. Although the other party looked serious, she only felt reluctance and inexplicable sadness in her heart:

"It doesn't have to be."

"You don't believe it?" Mo Qiu smiled lightly:

"Then let me ask you, how long has it been since that Holy Master became a ghost king?"

"No one knows about this." Qin Qingrong shook her head:

"That person is extremely mysterious, but as early as two thousand years ago, he was the Holy Master of the Ancestral Temple, and also the master of the current king of the Kingdom of Shang."

"Two thousand years." Mo Qiu said:

"I have practiced so far, but it has only been a few hundred years, and it seems that I am much stronger than him."

"It's different." Qin Qingrong sighed, then raised her head:

"There are dragon chasers coming, you go quickly."

From refining qi to nascent soul, it took hundreds of years in the underworld, which is surprisingly fast, but after the ghost king, it will be extremely difficult to go further.

There are many people who have not made progress throughout their lives.

"Aren't you leaving?" Mo Qiu asked.

Qin Qingrong was silent.

As early as the moment when she started to attack, Jian Guang didn't stab at Moqiu, but turned back towards her companion, she already had the will to die.

What about escaping?

Returning to the Taoist Temple, he still could not escape death.

Death, perhaps already the best result, is more likely to be worse than death.

"Nine steps at both ends, ten steps at one end."

Mo Qiu took a deep look at Qin Qingrong, then looked back at the sky:

"This should be the strongest group of dragons in the vicinity. Do you think we can take them down if we join forces?"

"Are you kidding me again?" Qin Qingrong frowned:

"Moqiu, although you possess a secret technique, it is by no means..."

Before she finished speaking, her beautiful eyes suddenly opened.

But in the face of the vast dragon power approaching from afar, Mo Qiujing finally gave in, and his divine sense rushed over against the trend like a volcano erupting.

"boom!"

Longwei and divine thoughts collided across the air, causing waves to appear in the void, silent air waves swept across all directions, and hurricanes visible to the naked eye emerged out of thin air.

"what are you doing?"

Qin Qingrong was shocked:

"Go, I'll hold them back!"

"No need." Mo Qiu waved his hand, with a rare dignified expression:

"Qing Rong, I want you to understand that since I said I would protect you well, I will definitely not break my promise, and it may not be impossible in a hundred years."

"you……"

"Zheng!"

Before the sound came out, the sound of the knife had already appeared.

Mo Qiu took a deep look at Qin Qingrong, the void behind him split open, and a saber glow suddenly appeared in the sky hundreds of miles away.

When the knife fell, a ninth-rank dragon was split in two by the sharp knife before he recovered his senses.

Yan Luo Dharma body!

boom!

A god-man about 100 meters high, holding a giant blade and wearing armor appeared in midair, his eyes flickering, and his whole body was blazing with flames.

Fighting mother seal!

"boom!"

"Boom..."

The berserk breath sweeps unscrupulously, and the mere blooming of the breath can cause the earth to shake.