My master is clingy

"Xiaofeng, hold my hand tightly." Mu Qinghan said this.

Jing Feng showed an impatient look, but he still held Mu Qinghan's hand tightly.

Baidi's body was like an ant compared to the huge Demon God's hand, but he still rushed towards that hand without hesitation.

With a loud noise, Jing Feng saw that the palm of the demon god was pierced through the center, and then a vortex that was too big to imagine completely covered Jing Feng's vision.

A strong suction pulled Jing Feng's body, if he hadn't held Mu Qinghan's hand, he would have been sucked away by the whirlpool now.

Mu Qinghan hugged Jing Feng's body, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he was simply delighted, he felt that it was good that Jing Feng was still by his side.

"Xiaofeng, Master can't hold on anymore. It looks like we're about to be sucked away by the vortex."

Hearing Mu Qinghan's voice full of laughter, Jing Feng was so angry that his teeth itched, he directly bit Mu Qinghan's chin hard, and cursed: "Master, that's not how you joke."

Mu Qinghan shrugged and smiled, "Master didn't lie to you, I really can't hold it anymore—"

Mu Qinghan's clear voice was directly swallowed up, and the bodies of the two were swept away by the whirlpool.

Inside the vortex, Jing Feng couldn't perceive any light, it was absolutely dark here.The only thing Jing Feng can feel is Mu Qinghan's embrace. Although Mu Qinghan is usually a little unreliable, at this moment, Jing Feng feels that there is no place in the world that feels safer than Mu Qinghan's embrace.

"Master." Jing Feng wanted to call Mu Qinghan, but found that he couldn't even hear his own voice.

This place is special, any sound and light is swallowed by an invisible force.

But in this situation, Mu Qinghan seemed to feel Jing Feng's call.Jing Feng couldn't hear Mu Qinghan's voice, but only felt Mu Qinghan's broad palm pat on his back.

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Feng finally sensed the first ray of light. He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Mu Qinghan's face.

Seeing that Jing Feng woke up, Mu Qinghan smiled at Jing Feng, "Xiao Feng, you're finally awake."

Jing Feng pushed away Mu Qinghan's approaching body and looked around.

This place seems to belong to the territory of the demon cultivator, the sky is blood-colored, and even the soil under his feet is dark brown and has a strong smell of blood.

Looking as far as the eye can see, there are no buildings, only bones and broken flags everywhere.

"This is an ancient battlefield. In reality, this place has disappeared, and a temple dedicated to the demon god was built on it." Mu Qinghan said.

Jing Feng had indeed heard about this matter, but he never thought that one day he would come to the former ancient battlefield.

The aura here is thin and full of violent aura. If it is forcibly absorbed into the body, it will explode and die within a few quarters of an hour.

"How should we get out of here?" Jing Feng withdrew his gaze.

Mu Qinghan looked rather comfortable, he didn't look like someone who was trapped, but rather he looked like he was looking at the scenery.

"Then what are you hurrying to do? Look around, maybe you can pick up something good." Mu Qinghan walked towards one direction as he spoke.

Jing Feng clicked his tongue, but still followed Mu Qinghan's footsteps.

"I've always been curious about one thing." Jing Feng looked up at Mu Qinghan's profile.

Mu Qinghan noticed Jing Feng's gaze, and he turned to look at Jing Feng, his clear glazed eyes met Jing Feng's.

Jing Feng's pupils are very dark, but he can see to the end at a glance.What Jing Feng is best at is duplicity, always saying the wrong thing, but he is very simple and easy to see through, which is the complete opposite of Mu Qinghan.

Mu Qinghan is always incomprehensible, you don't know what he has gone through, what he is thinking, or even what he will do next.

"What do you want to ask?" There was a faint smile in Mu Qinghan's eyes.

"What kind of place is the fairy world?"

Mu Qinghan opened his eyes, and the smile in his eyes restrained, "That place...do you want to go?" Mu Qinghan changed the subject.

Jing Feng frowned, "Don't answer questions with questions."

"Okay, then I'll answer Xiaofeng's question properly." Mu Qinghan didn't really want to recall that time.

It's not pain or escape, it's just that it's ridiculous to mention it again.

"The fairyland is not a good place. Xiaofeng, have you noticed that for so many years, I was the only one who went to the fairyland and came back again." Mu Qinghan looked at the blood-red sky and slowly recalled.

Countless monks are eager to break through the hurdle of crossing the catastrophe, and successfully ascend to the immortal world.But the fairyland is not as beautiful as they imagined, and there are no resources for cultivation in the fairyland.

Originally there were, but as more and more people became immortals, those resources were gradually exhausted.The lifespan of monks who ascend to immortality can be said to be endless. Without the death of monks to feed back the world with aura, they will only ask for it.

There is no way to practice in the fairy world, so they devour other monks.Every newcomer who has just ascended to immortality is extremely dangerous, because what awaits him is not the majestic aura of the immortal world, but the attacks of countless high-ranking monks.

Mu Qinghan, who tried his best to go to the fairyland, was like a lamb rushing into a pack of wolves. When he was trying to obtain the treasures of heaven and earth, he was never in such a mess as he is today.

In order to improve their realm, those monks devoured other monks, but once they did so, they would never be able to leave the fairyland again. This seemed to be a curse cast by the consciousness of the fairyland.

Those monks have completely lost the appearance of humans. They are more like beasts than humans. They never restrain their desires, leaving only greed and bestiality.

Mu Qinghan fought bloody with the Moon Sword, he was seriously injured and nearly died before he managed to escape from the fairyland and get rid of the group of blood-sucking insect-like 'immortals'.

At that time, Mu Qinghan was so fragile that even a monk in the Qi Condensation Stage could kill him.

Although his previous beliefs have collapsed and all his efforts are like a joke, he still doesn't want to die.

In a deep forest, Mu Qinghan met the young Jing Feng.

Mu Qinghan didn't tell Jing Feng what happened next, and it's not the time to remind Jing Feng of that memory.

"So that's the kind of place Bai Ruocheng desperately pursued in the fairy world?" Jing Feng wanted to laugh.

"Master has never told the outside world about the situation in the fairy world. What he thinks is that he doesn't know what the fairy world looks like. At least he has a goal that he can work hard for."

Jing Feng snorted coldly and said, "Oh, I think no one will believe what you said."

Mu Qinghan laughed, and said: "Well, it is true that no one will believe me."

"Master, didn't you say that you might be able to find a magic weapon if you walk around casually? Why haven't you seen anything yet?" Jing Feng hugged his chest and refused to leave.

Seeing this, Mu Qinghan waved his hand, and a pile of bones were swept away, revealing a statue carved from bones.

"What is this?" Jing Feng looked down.

Mu Qinghan picked up the statue, and he brushed the dust on it, "This is a magic weapon to assist cultivation, but it is of no use to monks other than demon cultivators."

"Then what's the use of this magic weapon?" Jing Feng glanced at Mu Qinghan in disgust.

Mu Qinghan smiled slightly, "It's still useful, you can melt it down and refine the magic weapon again."

Jing Feng rubbed his chin and felt that the idea was not bad. After all, the bone statue was too broken for ordinary monks to use. It is the best choice to practice after melting.

"But if you practice again, one is not enough." Jing Feng said.

Mu Qinghan put away the bone statue, and then walked in another direction, "Then look around again, there are quite a lot of things here."

Jing Feng pretended not to be interested, but in fact he was already thinking about what kind of magic weapon he should practice later.

Picking and picking all the way, Mu Qinghan and Jing Feng actually found about twenty magic weapons. Although most of them were broken, they could be regarded as quite fruitful.

"Xiaofeng, apart from being able to pick up leaks in the ancient battlefield, there is one more thing you can do. That is to communicate with the world and understand new moves. Master believes in Xiaofeng's aptitude."

Jing Feng wanted to stab Mu Qinghan with a sword, but he sneered and said, "Master, I don't think you believe me, but you are putting pressure on me."

New moves?That's not something everyone can do, savvy and luck are indispensable.The environment of the ancient battlefield is indeed very suitable for creating new moves, but the environment is only an external factor, and the important thing is people.