Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

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Everything disappeared.

Two ninth-order dragons died on the spot, and the ghost kings who set up ambush at both ends were unwilling to drink hate one after another, but the atmosphere in the field was slightly embarrassing.

A man and a woman are obviously in love with each other, but their identities and unfamiliar emotions left them at a loss for a while.

Mo Qiu has never had such a heartbeat.

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

Everything is in such a tacit understanding.

After the tacit understanding, there was silence.

He turned around and looked at Qin Qingrong. What greeted him was not the joy of reunion or the joy of love, but a lonely face.

The white clothes fluttered in the wind, showing depression.

Don't ask to speak:

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

"Yes." Qin Qingrong raised her head, her voice erratic, like sadness and reluctance:

"I'm dying, isn't this a thought?"

"How come." Mo Qiu shook his head:

"With me here, you won't have any trouble, the big deal is not going back to the underworld, in the sun, isn't there a place for you yet?"

"I know you have many secrets in your body, but the things on my body can't be solved by trying to solve them." Qin Qingrong said:

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

Mo Qiu frowned, and drew closer:

"Let me see."

Qin Qingrong stretched out her hand, opening her breath without any precaution.

The mana of the Beiyin Profound Sutra flows through the whole body, and even follows the imprisoned spirit because the two have had a relationship with each other.

After a while.

Mo Qiu retracted his palm, his expression gloomy.

Qin Qingrong was right. Something in her body was connected to Fate Soul, and even he could not unlock it.

even.

you could put it that way.

The soul of Qin Qingrong in front of him is not complete, and the most critical part of it is not in this ghost.

Moqiu, even if there are endless secrets, they can't be made out of nothing.

"never mind."

Seeing Mo Qiu's face, Qin Qingrong was not surprised, her expression calmly retracted her palm:

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

"not to mention…"

"And you."

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

"This is the Dragon Burying Heaven after all. I don't know what happened here. Go back and explain it. It should be fine."

"Or, I'll accompany you back!"

His voice condensed, and he moved closer.

"You stay with me." Qin Qingrong's cold and clear eyes rippled, paused, shook his head and sighed:

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

"As for me, even if I can live for a hundred years, I still have to sacrifice to the Holy Lord, but I already have my heart and I can't agree to it."

As early as the day the Yinsi was resurrected, she was still brainwashed by the people in the ancestral temple, and she was proud of waiting for the saint to die.

To this end, work hard.

It wasn't until Mo Qiu met for some reason that ripples appeared in the calm heart.

When she first saw Moqiu, she didn't recognize the other party, but her heart was beating subconsciously, 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 restored her past life memories, but also had deep roots in love.

Until this time, the throbbing in her heart made it hard for her to control herself, or she didn't want to be tortured in her heart anymore, and was willing to moths into the fire.

The saint is no longer, only Qin Qingrong.

"century?"

Mo Qiu frowned, but slowly stretched out:

"A hundred years is enough."

"Huh?" Qin Qingrong was taken aback for a moment, with a stunned expression on her face:

"Mo Qiu, you are afraid that you don't know what the ancestral temple represents."

"The reason why the monarch of the kingdom of death can overwhelm the kings, apart from his own strength, is the ancestral temple that has been passed down for an unknown period of time."

"And the Holy Lord..."

"It is the existence that is most likely to break through the limit of the ghost king for nearly ten thousand years. Looking at the huge burial of the dragon sky, I am afraid that only the 12th-order dragon clan can contend."

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

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

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

"It doesn't need to be."

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

"Then I ask you, how old is the advanced ghost king of the Holy Master?"

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

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

"Two thousand years." Moqiu said:

"I have been practicing so far, but for hundreds of years, it seems to be much better than him."

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

"A dragon chasing soldiers are coming, you go quickly."

From refining Qi to Yuan Ying, it took hundreds of years in the Yin Division to be amazing, but after the ghost king, it is extremely difficult to go further.

There are too many people who have not made progress in their entire life.

"You won't go?" Moqiu asked.

Qin Qingrong was silent.

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How about running away?

Returning to the Taoist Temple, it is still hard to escape death.

Death may already be the best result, and it is more likely that life is not as good as death.

"Two ends with nine steps, one end with ten steps."

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 neighborhood, do you think if we two join forces, can we take them down?"

"What are you kidding about." Qin Qingrong frowned:

"Mo Qiu, although you have a secret technique in your body, you are definitely not..."

Before she finished her words, her beautiful eyes suddenly opened.

But in the face of the vast dragon power that was approaching far away, Moqiu was really unwilling to give in, and his spiritual thoughts were like a volcanic eruption, rushing past the trend.

"boom!"

Longwei and Shennian collided in the air, and the void suddenly showed waves, silent air waves swept across all directions, and hurricanes visible to the naked eye appeared out of thin air.

"what are you doing?"

Qin Qingrong was shocked:

"Come on, I'll hold them!"

"No need." Mo Qiu waved his hand, his expression rare and solemn:

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

"you…"

"Zheng!"

The sound did not sound, but the sound of the knife appeared.

Mo Qiu glanced at Qin Qingrong deeply, the void cracked behind him, and a blade of light suddenly appeared in the sky hundreds of miles away.

The knife fell, a ninth-order dragon clan had not yet recovered, it was split into two by a sharp knife.

Yama Dharma body!

boom!

A **** man with a height of about 100 meters, holding a huge blade and wearing armor appeared in the air, his eyes flickering, and his body was full of flames.

Fighting mother's seal!

"boom!"

"Rumble..."

The violent breath swept unscrupulously, and the breath blooming alone caused the earth to shake.