Return to the Fairyland

In the underground cell of Qing Yun Sect, the last trace of mana in the fairy cage has been dissipated.All around was cold and dark, empty and lonely.

Mo Yan's hand gently touched the last words left by his daughter on the ground, feeling choked up.

"It doesn't matter if Daddy is busy, I will deal with the big villain, and I will definitely defeat him!"

In the darkness, Cang Ming saw that the eyes of the man squatting beside him were red, and he reached out to hold his hand. There was no need to say anything more between the two of them, they already knew what the other person was thinking, that was——No matter what, We must rescue Chongkui!

Cang Ming turned into a black dragon again, carrying Mo Yan to hover in the air. They deliberately searched for the trace left by their daughter, and found that special mark easily.

It was a circle grabbed by dragon claws on rocks, ground, and trees. Inside the circle was a crooked earthworm-like dragon, which was exactly the same as Chongkui's meaning of "I" on the ground.

Not only that, but the direction of the faucet in the circle is also different, pointing Mo Yan in the right direction.

Mo Yan and Cang Ming kept flying towards the east.

He was so anxious that he opened up his six senses and felt a rush of shouts, but the shouts gradually disappeared as time passed.

In the end, even the imprint left by her daughter has disappeared. Should I cross the refining realm ahead and go to the Qiandongyan that Chongkui said, or look for it here?

Mo Yan didn't hesitate too much, he jumped off the back of the black dragon here, walked with the sword, and turned a semicircle in the air.

This is a world covered by volcanic ash that stretches for thousands of miles, and all the colors are only gray and red.

The entire air is filled with dust, and in the cracks in the ground, the red magma can be seen flowing slowly, as if in hell.

There is no one around, only the sound of magma flowing can be heard.

The dust all over the sky covered the sky and covered everything.

"There is too much smoke and dust here, and it stretches for thousands of miles. Let's look for it separately!" Mo Yan said, "I'm sure, she must be here."

Patriarch Qingyun looked at the little daughter in front of him, and he was sure of winning.He was not in a hurry to eat after he caught Chongkui, he wanted to know where Ren Xiaoyao was.Besides, how can such high-quality materials be eaten alive?After refining Qiqi for 49 days, she can achieve her maximum effect.Before that, torture yourself to find out what you want to know.

"Where's my senior brother!" Patriarch Qingyun grabbed Chongkui by the hair, lifted her up, and asked viciously.

Chongkui glared at Mu Cihang angrily. She had been interrogated for half an hour, and she would say "I don't know" at first, but later, she didn't even say a word, just puffed her cheeks and bared desperately. teeth, making all kinds of vicious looks.

"I don't know? Let me see if you know!" Patriarch Qingyun stretched out his hand and grabbed Chongkui, ruthlessly throwing Chongkui to the ground and kicking him away.

Although the child who got it was tough-mouthed and fierce, he actually had no ability to resist.Patriarch Qingyun didn't need to use any magic tricks to deal with this child rolling on the ground.He used the most primitive way to vent the anger of being imprisoned these days.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Every kick of Patriarch Qingyun made a loud noise, bringing up waves of smoke and dust, and kicked Chongkui ruthlessly and accurately.

"Where is he?! Where is it!!" Ancestor Qingyun almost roared.

The pain from being kicked made Chongkui tighten his body subconsciously.She curled up into a ball on the ground, gritting her teeth and enduring the torture.

She didn't know when Patriarch Qingyun would kill herself, let alone when he would cut out his inner alchemy.She only knew that as long as she could endure for a moment longer, Ren Xiaoyao, who was sealed in the trapped fairy formation by herself, would have an extra quarter of an hour to recover her mana.

She is not afraid of death even more, it's just...it hurts...

For the first time since she was born, she felt such pain.She felt as if one of her bones had been kicked and broken, and the severe pain made her whole body start to convulse.

"Where the hell is it?! Tell me, I'll let you die quickly!" Patriarch Qingyun's voice was even more ferocious, with a strong killing intent.

Chongkui just glanced at him in the dust, and spat forcefully on his face, smearing it with blood.

"Pooh!"

Patriarch Qingyun easily dodged the bloody spurning, the little girl's action annoyed him even more, he didn't want to ask any more, raised his palm, and slapped Chongkui's Tianling Gai with his giant palm.

"I'm here!" Ancestor Qingyun suddenly turned his head and looked at the alchemy mountain in the center like a cauldron. It was the voice of a sword fairy. He threw Chongkui away and ran towards it.

At the bottom of the Alchemy Mountain, a man covered in ashes was trapped in the Immortal Formation.Even though Ren Xiaoyao knew what was going on outside, even though he desperately wanted to go out and use his life in exchange for Chongkui's escape.But he still can't do it.

Back then, Hong Tongtian was trapped in the fairy formation and couldn't get out.

The same is true for Ren Xiaoyao today.

Until he shouted with all his strength, he still couldn't get out of the trap.

But now... Patriarch Qingyun was above the alchemy furnace, with his hands in the air, those jade cards in the trapped immortal formation shattered.

The last barrier placed by Chongkui was also shattered.

Mu Cihang looked at the helpless senior brother in mid-air and sneered: "Ren Xiaoyao, you... are dead!"

Without saying a word, an evil dragon came roaring through the dust and mist with thunder. The scales on the purple dragon's body were peeled off a lot, but the ferocious look revealed in mid-air did not diminish at all. He caught Mu Cihang, but he was no match for Patriarch Qingyun, who had practiced for ten thousand years and ate the inner alchemy of all the disciples of Qingyunmen.

puff!A slick of blood passed by, Zilong's claws were cracked, and the blood splashed into her nose and mouth, hot and slightly salty.

She tasted her own blood for the first time, and that unique fishy smell inspired the other half of her blood at this moment.

That is the blood of bravery buried in nature, the more frustrated the more courageous, the more injured the more ruthless.The blood and blood inspired the courage to fight to the death in her heart.

The dragon's roar shook the dust in the sky, and she attacked Patriarch Qingyun again, concentrating both mana and physical strength at this moment.

Boom!The dragon's body was hit, and Chongkui once again felt the pain of dizziness and suffocation.

No matter how brave she is, no matter how much she fights with her life, she is still no match for Patriarch Qingyun.

Mu Cihang grabbed Chongkui's foot, lifted it upside down, and threw it into the refining furnace composed of huge mountains.

"Today, both of you are going to train me into an elixir!" Patriarch Qingyun's voice was cold, and he used his mana to mobilize the magma in the entire refining area, rushing towards the bottom of the furnace.

Chongkui fell heavily into the bottom of the furnace, Ren Xiaoyao sacrificed his flying sword, spun Chongkui around the tip of the sword, and threw him out of the furnace with his strength: "Run! Use your last mana to run!"

Chongkui, who was thrown into the air, glanced at the bottom of the furnace, and she didn't intend to run away.

If you want to escape, if you are afraid, then run away from the beginning, why wait until this time?

She knew very well that if she left right now, Uncle Xiaoyao would become an elixir in the next second.

Even though she was tortured and decapitated by Patriarch Qingyun, even though she felt pain, and sometimes even felt fear, she never thought of leaving her partner to escape alone in a critical moment.

She even thought about it, if her father didn't arrive in time at the last moment, then she would cut off her own spiritual roots and destroy the inner alchemy, even if she died, Patriarch Qingyun would not get half of the benefits.Besides, it's not the last moment yet.

Chongkui opened his mouth wide in midair, and the body of the purple dragon suddenly grew longer. The body of the dragon gathered strength in the air and shrunk into a full bow.

Then, the bowstring sounded like a flying arrow, and the overwhelming rain also gushed out from the dragon's mouth.

That was when she used her last mana to maximize the abilities of the Dragon Clan.

The torrential rain sprayed from her mouth, and the huge water flow hit the bottom of the cauldron. When the cold water met the rolling rocks, white smoke was immediately filled.

The cauldron was extinguished, but she no longer had the strength to escape.

The purple dragon fell in mid-air, she didn't even have the strength to fly now.Is it time to destroy the inner alchemy and cut off the spiritual root?

Chongkui stretched out his claws and grabbed towards his chin without hesitation.

But at this time, a white sword energy came through the thick fog and dust, and the cool wind blew away the thick fog. A fairy in white stepped on the tip of the sword, hugged Chongkui tightly in midair, and flew straight into the sky. After escaping from the cauldron, it fell to the ground again.

"Chongkui! Chongkui!!" Mo Yan hugged his dying daughter in his arms, and at the moment of dying, Chongkui finally revealed her true appearance.

It was a half-dragon, half-human child.

Her upper body looked like a girl, her arms were covered with wounds, some of which were still bleeding out, her small face was dirty with ashes and blood, but her eyes were always bright.He looked at his father without turning for a moment.

She stretched out her hand and hugged Mo Yan's neck, her voice choking.At this moment, Chongkui, who returned to his warm embrace, suddenly felt how terrible what he had faced before, and how painful those scars on his body were.

She tightly grasped Mo Yan's sleeves and curled up in her father's arms. Ever since she was born, she had never felt so attached to her father like this moment.

She had been snuggling in such an embrace before, feeling that it should be like this, extremely unusual.

However, at this moment, she felt that such an embrace was particularly hard, warm, reliable, and safe.

"Daddy..." the girl's nostrils trembled, she was a little red, her voice was soft, and she refused to let go of her father's hand for a moment.It seems that once it is released, it will be caught again by Patriarch Qingyun and thrown into the furnace. "You're finally here...I almost couldn't hold on..."

Mo Yan looked at his daughter's bruised body.

Chongkui hardly has a piece of intact skin all over his body.

A large number of scales peeled off the dragon's body, and the blood stains were shocking.

When Mo Yan thought of the scene he had just seen in mid-air, Patriarch Qingyun held his daughter's feet upside down and tortured her, and he felt furious.

"Daddy, it hurts..." Chongkui curled up her dragon tail. She didn't feel pain at all when she was fighting just now, but now, being held in her father's arms, she felt really, really hurt.

It was because of the danger just now, the dragon couldn't allow himself to feel pain and fear in a dangerous place.

But now, his father's embrace was safe and warm, and the human part of Chongkui felt the pain and almost passed out.

Mo Yan hugged his daughter tightly, his voice choked up: "Don't be afraid of Chongkui, with Daddy here, no one can bully you!"

Chongkui nodded, then shook his head: "I'm not afraid, I'm really not afraid!"

Mo Yan raised his head and looked at the figure walking towards him step by step in the dusty sky.

That shadow had repeatedly appeared in his nightmares, and he had tortured him for a hundred years in his previous life. Even just now, he had slapped a little girl so hard.

Mo Yan took out the robe from the Qiankun bag, wrapped his daughter up, and put it on the ground.

He stood up slowly by himself, and walked towards the shadow in the mist.

Finally, he stood still and looked at the man in front of him.

At this moment, the hot wind hit, blowing away the smoke and dust between the two.The face of Patriarch Qingyun has never been so clear and so ferocious in front of Mo Yan.

The day finally came, and Mo Yan and Patriarch Qingyun stood quietly, facing each other.

There is always a battle.