Pregnant with the cub of Mozun's ex-boyfriend

Covering the eyes with white gauze to block the aura is really effective.

Zong Zhou quickly regained his composure, and the two of them walked and laughed for the rest of the way.

Even though she was getting closer to Tianzhu, it didn't affect Ling Qian's good mood at all when she saw Zong Zhou, and her eyes were crescent-shaped with a smile.

Zong Zhou held his hand, and it took him a long time to ask a question: "Xiaoqian, you must have looked ugly when you saw me when I was so demonic."

It's not that the appearance has changed, but that the fairy and the devil have different paths. The stronger the devil's aura, the more evil the devil's face will be for the cultivators.

It has been recorded that people who are lingering with demonic energy are frightened when they see them, and they all think they are evil ghosts and Rakshasas.

Ling Qian held her hand tightly, thought for a while, and said from the bottom of her heart, "Ugly, but cute."

"How ugly can you be cute?" Zong Zhou is not worried about his appearance, but is more curious about the face of the evil ghost Rakshasa. "Can you describe it? Or, can you draw it better?"

"I'm kidding you," Ling Qian walked around in front of the person, looking up at him innocently, "but you, why do you seem to be looking forward to being ugly?"

Zong Zhou took half a step forward, before he had time to retreat, he wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into his arms.

Gently rubbing his chin against the top of his hair, he said with care and concern: "It's getting older, walk backwards and step on the clothes carefully."

"You haven't answered me yet." Ling Qian grasped the front of Zongzhou's black robe with both hands, and raised her neck, her eyes for knowledge really shined brightly.

Zong Zhou pinched his waist, the elder didn't look like an elder, his eyes lowered, and he looked at his facial features very vaguely.

"Xiaoqian has learned how to joke and is still a studious baby."

How can anyone look at people so affectionately and call them babies?

With a push, Ling Qian flattened the man's skirt in a tedious way.

"It's a good thing to study hard." Zong Zhou held his wrist and pressed it against his cheek, as if trying to test whether his hands were cool, "I'm telling the truth, you might think that Moxiu has weird preferences."

Ling Qian rolled her eyes.

Zongzhou looked serious, and said: "Devils respect the strong, and they don't pay much attention to appearance like the fairy family. The relics of the demon clan, whether it is statues or murals, are all ugly and stronger. ...not even human beings, all kinds of animal heads and human bodies, human heads and animal bodies."

"Does Moxiu like this?" Ling Qian dared not imagine.

The fairy tales in his impression are diametrically opposite, the more unbelievably beautiful, the more ethereal and illusory, the higher the gods are.

If we talk about beasts, there are probably only immortal mounts.

Zong Zhou nodded without hesitation, and said: "Well, your fairy sect looks at the ugliest, and we often think it is the most beautiful."

"Including me?" Ling Qian said coldly.

"Well, including you." After Zong Zhou finished speaking, seeing Ling Qian angrily, he turned his head and wanted to leave.

As if he was waiting for this moment, he pulled Ling Qian back into his arms as soon as he exerted force on his hand.

"I'm just teasing you. Only when you're angry can you coax the essence." Zong Zhou smiled and shook Ling Qian in his arms, and he could really coax him back.

"People only look up to the strong, whether beautiful or ugly, when they seek strength. I admire you because you are a good match. Look at everything in this world. Even if a bird is looking for a mate, it must chase after the one with the most beautiful feathers."

There is no room for error in this statement.

Birds and beasts are mostly the males that have the most beautiful fur. They are both men, so they are naturally beautiful birds, and they are after more beautiful ones.

When he catches up with him, he likes pushing and pulling, looking for opportunities, and coaxing with sweet words.

"Who wants to be a bird with you." Ling Qian deliberately pushed the person away, turned and continued to walk towards the increasingly clear Tianzhu.

Zong Zhou followed unhurriedly, always keeping an eye on him.

The two love each other, whether it is a person or a bird, whoever wants to get used to a petty temper will use warm wings to shield him from the wind and rain.

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The abyss of magic flowers is a boundless flower, and people seem to never be able to get out of it.

Where the Tianzhu is located is a mirror that reflects the blue sky and white clouds. People on it feel like walking on ice or standing in an endless sea of ​​clouds.

The so-called endless.

It is this Tianzhu that can be seen anywhere, but it is always out of reach.

Since Ling Qian stepped into this place for a long time, the excitement gradually cooled down a lot.

"Huh, I thought we'd be there soon after walking out of the abyss of the magic flower." Now that his stomach was getting bigger and he was walking too fast, he couldn't help panting, "I was in a hurry, that magic flower..."

"Magic Flower, we have been away for forty days." Zong Zhou stroked his pregnant belly with one hand, and patted his back with the other. "Don't worry, take a rest when you're tired."

"But the Tianzhu is right in front of you, so close..."

Ling Qian paced around in circles on the spot, covering her forehead with her hands, feeling very worried.

It was the fact that it was close in front of his eyes, but he couldn't touch it, which made him anxious.

But this matter must be a bad thing because of impatience.

"I'm joking with you, I can see that I am getting closer and closer to the Tianzhu. When I concentrate on moving forward and only want to get close to the Tianzhu, instead..."

Zong Zhou didn't disturb his thinking, but just followed closely to protect him.

Ling Qian stepped forward for a while, then stopped suddenly.

Talking to himself, he said: "I know, the abyss of demon flowers provokes people's desires, and those who have no desire for the power of the demon world at all can't see the way to the demon world, and those who can't cultivate themselves can control their desires freely. Those who do not, will be trapped in the first gate of the Demon Realm endlessly."

"It's different here. If my master firmly believes that severing | desire | thoughts is the way to ascend to the fairy world, then if you want to get close to the Tianzhu, you must never think about getting close."

Ling Qian turned around and held Zong Zhou's hand, and suddenly closed her eyes tightly.

Niandao: "Cultivation is for ascension, not for ascension. I am dedicated to the Tao, only for the original heart of the Tao, without thoughts or desires. I am not a pillar of heaven, but for the grace of master's education, not for One person, but for my heart."

Let go of one thought, and travel thousands of miles.

With a clear thought, the Tianzhu is already in front of him.

Ren Lingqian had heard about this giant that supports the world, but he was still amazed when he opened his eyes and saw it.

Standing under it, one can only see a diameter of more than a hundred feet when looking at it from a level view. Looking at its shape from above, it is like a white marble hanging between the sky and the earth.

"This is the Tianzhu." Ling Qian looked reverently and exclaimed.

This sound was inaudible, if it wasn't for the close distance between Zong Zhou and the two of them, one could only see his dignified demeanor, neither humble nor overbearing.

"I see that this sacred object has no cracks at all." Zong Zhou is not a disciple of the Immortal Sect, so he naturally doesn't think highly of things in the Immortal World.

Ling Qian came back to her senses suddenly, and took a closer look at Tianzhu as far as she could see.

"Huh?" He was suddenly puzzled, but quickly relieved, and said, "Maybe Master has already repaired the Tianzhu during this trip."

"The things of the gods, if the cultivation base of the world depends on it, I'm afraid it's muddy cows entering the sea, and it's useless." Zongzhou frowned slightly, "Xiaoqian, I know I shouldn't say that your master is not, but if this matter gets rid of kinship, it will be useless." , you can think about it carefully, if he has the ability to restore the Tianzhu intact, how could he be trapped here and be rumored to die?"

"Maybe it's because... I've exhausted my strength." Ling Qian thought about this, and immediately went around to the other side of the invisible pillar.

But Zong Zhou tightened his hand and said more seriously: "I can feel the devil energy fluctuations of living people. There is more than one person. I advise you to wait a little longer."

"What do you mean?" Ling Qian was worried about Master's safety, but he trusted Zong Zhou.

The footsteps stopped very obediently.

Seeing him turn around, Zong Zhou softened his brows and eyes, and asked him, "Do you know what it means to be possessed?"

"The Dao heart is gone, and you can practice magic skills?" Ling Qian loves Zong Zhou, the demon cultivator, and he can't stop talking, so naturally he won't tell all the bad deeds that the people in the fairy sect insulted the demon cultivator.

"You're putting it mildly," Zong Zhou's eyes moved slightly, as if he thought he was not harsh enough, "There are still many demon cultivators who kill people without blinking an eye, are selfish, vicious, and do anything to improve their skills, such as today On the other side of the pillar, there are people who haven't finished eating the others yet."

Ling Qian looked puzzled, "Share food?"

Those who can be brought here by the master are all high-ranking monks from various sects and sects. No matter how late they are, they have opened the valley before the golden core. How can they be trapped for a long time...

Just eat people?

"There is a thing called Gu art, which is to lock a group of poisonous insects in a jar, the strong ones will eat the weak ones continuously, and use the weak power for their own use. The last ones who survive are Gu. It is to constantly absorb the spiritual power of others to strengthen oneself." Zongzhou said this, he still remembered clutching his stomach, remembering that he said not to scare the child with words.

Ling Qian seemed to have realized something, and became flustered, "Who are you referring to by the Gu?"

"Who do you think is the most powerful person among the Immortal Gates? Perhaps today, it is who you saw."

Zong Zhou held onto his shoulders, but refused to let him turn around and leave, "Xiao Qian, listen to me first, there are some nasty things about low-level demon cultivators, it's better if you don't watch them, wait a while, wait for him After sucking|feeding, he may try to ascend to the upper realm, you wait for him to fail and become weak, and you go there again, he will be more concerned about your well-being."

"I don't believe it." Ling Qian pushed Zong Zhou away.

Zong Zhou immediately turned pale, and said, "You would rather believe that he is a good person than believe what I say?"

"I, I'm worried that you said this because you are close to the Tianzhu, and the devil's heart is more difficult to control. You have always hated him." Ling Qian covered his forehead and stepped back, "He is my master, even if he What you said is true, even if it is true that he is hurting others, I should, at least stop him from doing more evil."

"Xiao Qian." Zong Zhou's voice was gentle.

Ling Qian turned around but was extremely decisive.

If he is such a sincere person, if he can listen to what Zongzhou tells him to let him go, he will really lose his heart.

Zong Zhou knew it clearly, but there was no way to stop him from rushing to save people by not telling the truth.

Seeing that persuasion was useless, Zong Zhou approached Ling Qian in an instant.

I thought that my hands were going to be empty again.

This time Ling Qian didn't insist on leaving, she turned around and threw herself into Zong Zhou's arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't say that I don't believe you, I'm just so confused..."

Zong Zhou patted him on the back and coaxed him in a low voice, "I understand, I will accompany you no matter what you choose."

People who seem to never be satisfied emotionally are the easiest to be satisfied.

"It's nice of you to come back for me.

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Ling Qian led Zong Zhou around to the other side of the Tianzhu.

To be able to persist in not letting go when he knew that he was going to face everyone in the Xianmen, especially the master, he already regarded this love above everything else.

However, looking around, there is no life.

He clenched his hands anxiously, and in a hundred steps he had already passed thirty corpses.

These people are dressed in robes of various immortal sects.

All of them died tragically, with distorted faces, as dry as old black and rotten branches.

However, it can be regarded as clean, with no trace of red stains on the clothes or the ground.

Ling Qian only checked a few people briefly, and found out that, as Zong Zhou said, these people all died of being drained of their spiritual power.

His steps eased.

He approached a man sitting on the ground, behind him, the man in white clothes and jade crown did not move, as if he did not notice his existence.

A doubtful and concerned "Master" came out softly.

The man in white finally turned his head.

I saw that this person had white and pure skin, a handsome fairy appearance, and his black hair was meticulously tied into a ponytail.

If it is quiet, it is like a god in a painting imagined by ordinary people.

Move, then at this moment, look back dignifiedly, with a cold glance.

Just one glance is amazing, it's nothing more than a fairy descending to earth.

"Ling Qian?" The man smiled slightly, it was the warmest time Ling Qian had ever seen this man in his life, "Are you here to find your master?"

"Master, I..."

Ling Qian's eyes narrowed, and she didn't know how to ask who killed the remains in this place.

But he saw the corpse in front of Master standing up suddenly.

Grasping Master's thin wrist, he clenched it viciously, and a spiritual light shone from the tight grip.

"Spiritual power, my, my, spiritual power..." The half-dead man had a fierce look on his face.

Ling Qian hesitated slightly.

The master returned to his ruthless eyes, and ordered coldly, "Hurry up and kill this filthy demon who has absorbed my spiritual power."

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