The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

As soon as Miaomiao finished speaking, the painful roar of a dragon and the distorted screams echoed throughout the entire Destiny battlefield in the black fog.

The monks below who were still trying to remove the eye of the formation were also shocked to the point of bleeding from all seven orifices, but they still continued to fight forward, not daring to relax.

Faster...faster!

Ji Qingzhou looked down and saw countless tentacles twisting in the black fog, tearing at the dragon's body, sometimes tearing off a few scales, sometimes directly tearing off a piece of flesh and blood, quickly rolling away and sinking into the depths of the black fog, with a sticky chewing sound.

The dragon looked miserable, but it still fought firmly with the tentacles.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the dragon was already at the end of its strength.

Miaomiao was not panicked at all, as he had already held on for long enough.

Below, another array eye was removed.

The soul-devouring and blood-swallowing formation was on the verge of crumbling.

Perhaps realizing that they didn't have much time, the tentacles moved more urgently. The screams were thin and dense, forming an unclear female voice that was somewhat similar to Pei Jiangqu's: "Give it to me... give it to me! They are all mine... mine!"

The tentacles wrapped around the dragon's body, as if to swallow him whole.

If I really let this monster eat me and take away all my luck, I'm afraid even the Heavenly Dao will stand on the monster's side.

However, this was a doomed game, as Miaomiao had no chance of defeating the tentacles.

If he continued, he would be torn to pieces and the monster would succeed.

But how could Miaomiao do as she wished?

Miaomiao had already thought of the last link, and he looked at Ji Qingzhou.

Ji Qingzhou noticed Miaomiao's gaze, seemed to understand something, and took a half step back: "No..."

She said hoarsely: "There must be another way..."

Miaomiao was slightly startled when she heard this, and then she smiled.

"No wonder they like you so much."

Miaomiao's eyes swept across the Farewell Sword in Ji Qingzhou's hand, the white flower bracelet on his wrist, the immortal flower hanging around his waist, and the tail feathers of the Red Kite tribe.

It was the existence of these things that made him, who had just opened his eyes and lost his memory, unconsciously walk towards Ji Qingzhou, wanting to stay with this human.

"It's a pity that I can't leave you anything touchable now."

Miaomiao raised her hand to wipe away Ji Qingzhou's tears, but the phantom could only vaguely trace Ji Qingzhou's curves on her cheek: "After all, I am already an illusory existence."

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of a dragon from below went straight up to the sky.

The blue dragon broke through the tentacles, flew out of the black fog, and rushed towards Ji Qingzhou.

The tentacles made a shrill sound and quickly chased after them from behind.

Some of them tried to pull the dragon, while others stabbed Ji Qingzhou.

The giant blue dragon hovered over Ji Qingzhou at the last moment, protecting him in the middle, and looked down at the human being who was so tiny compared to it.

In front of Ji Qingzhou, Miaomiao, who was a phantom, was also staring at the person in front of her, as if she wanted to imprint her appearance in her mind.

The next moment, in Ji Qingzhou's blurred vision, Miaomiao and the blue dragon turned into white light and merged into her body.

Ji Qingzhou felt like he was bathing in a warm ocean.

In a trance, she saw countless dragons hovering in the sky, riding the clouds and flying freely.

At the very end of the dragon group, a giant dragon as blue as the sea, elegant and beautiful, carrying a long dragon with a broken body, black scales and golden eyes, slowly caught up with the main group and flew towards the distant, illusory end of the sky.

Ji Qingzhou subconsciously reached out his hand to him. He had a thousand words in his heart, but they were all stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter a single word.

Suddenly, the long azure blue dragon turned around and looked at her from afar.

Those azure blue eyes were like the smallest ocean in the world, gently reflecting Ji Qingzhou's figure.

Ji Qingzhou couldn't help sobbing.

Until this moment, the sadness of separation swallowed her up.

She murmured, "Goodbye."

Miaomiao, goodbye.

"What happened in heaven?"

"What a dazzling light!"

"Don't be distracted! As long as this formation eye is removed, the Soul Devouring Blood Formation will lose its effect!"

On the ground, hundreds of monks continued to bombard the center of the formation. They also saw the changes in the sky, but they didn't know what was happening.

They can only try their best to do the things in front of them and use all their strength to shake the center of the formation.

Above, the tentacles saw the luck that had transformed into a real dragon continuously flowing towards the person in the center.

She had no way to fight for the luck that was offered voluntarily, and could only scream in anger. She couldn't even break through the layers of luck barriers and tear the human into pieces.

Just at this moment, the entrance to the dragon tomb in the sky condensed into a solid entity.

The tentacles immediately rolled up a large amount of black mist and rushed towards the gate.

"Shh."

Bathed in white light, Ji Qingzhou suddenly opened his eyes.

She came face to face with the tentacles wrapped in black mist.

One is at the peak of the Golden Core stage, and the other is blessed by a divine formation, comparable to a deity.

The outcome is almost clear at a glance.

however--

"boom!"

Ji Qingzhou's aura surged and condensed at this moment, as if it had finally reached a critical point. The sound of a sonic boom was heard in the surrounding space. The spiritual power in her body underwent a qualitative change at this moment, and her realm continued to rise -

The early stage of Nascent Soul, the middle stage of Nascent Soul, the late stage of Nascent Soul, the peak stage of Nascent Soul...

"boom!"

Below, hundreds of monks attacked with all their might, and beneath the ground, a black nail covered with cracks finally couldn't withstand the heavy pressure and exploded and shattered!

The black mist around the tentacles instantly dissipated, and the power of the magic circle surrounding her continued to shatter and fall -

The Spiritualization Stage, the Tribulation Stage, the Mahayana Stage, the Nascent Soul Stage…

Countless black mists dissipated, revealing a group of tangled tentacles that were difficult to describe as a "living creature."

The force of her fall rapidly weakened her.

The distance between the two sides was reduced to zero at this moment!

"laugh!"

Ji Qingzhou's sword pierced into the center of the tentacle. There seemed to be a sound of something breaking, and the tentacle screamed in pain. The surrounding black fog completely dissipated, and one explosion after another came from the ground below.

The remaining small part of the array's core that had not been removed was all self-destructed at this moment!

"Boom!"

Ji Qingzhou held the Farewell Sword in his hand and smashed the tentacle-like mass directly to the ground. The smoke and dust that were splashed made it impossible to see clearly within a radius of more than ten miles!

In the center of the smoke and dust, Ji Qingzhou looked at the tentacles below that were only twitching occasionally. He held the hilt of the sword, slowly stood up, and drew out the Farewell Sword.

The tangled black tentacles turned gray at this moment, as if they were really dead, and they fell off one by one.

Finally, a red, slightly trembling mass of flesh was revealed in the center.

There was an obvious sword wound on the piece of meat, and bright red blood was flowing from it.

"You are... Pei Jiangqu?"

Ji Qingzhou stared at the lump of flesh that was only the size of her fist, muttered to herself, and felt a chill in her heart.

"I am... Pei Jiangqu?"

Unexpectedly, the piece of meat trembled slightly and made an unclear sound, which was very similar to Pei Jiangqu's: "I am not Pei Jiangqu... No, I am her... I am not..."

"I am Pei Jiangqu, and I am not Pei Jiangqu."

"The father is the father, and the father is not the father."

"why why?"

The piece of meat was shaking, and the sound seemed like layers of resonance.

Finally, "she" seemed to remember something——

"Because... Father ate something he shouldn't have eaten."

"He ate piece after piece of food that he shouldn't have eaten...ha...hahahahaha...hahahahahahaha!!!!"