Shui Qilin and Huo Yu usually followed Long Qingyue every step of the way, and this time was no exception. When they saw that Long Qingyue was in trouble, they ran faster than anyone else.
"Miss..." Mo Yan and others shouted. They were not as fast as Long Qingyue and Qin Lieyan, let alone the speed of Shui Qilin, so they had to wait for them at the entrance of the ancient forest.
His body swept rapidly, his speed was astonishing, one after the other, without stopping for half an hour, he ran nearly two hundred miles in one breath.
There are mountains and hills in the distance, the scenery is rapidly retreating behind you, and the cold wind is whistling in your ears.
Turning right, in the blink of an eye, Elder Luo's figure suddenly disappeared.
Long Qingyue stopped and saw the grass in front of him was covered with decaying grass, almost higher than a person's head, and there was still a blue sky above his head.
She frowned, raised her feet and walked forward. Under her feet was soft soil and pitted ditches. Is this a swamp?
What is Elder Luo doing here? Her tracking skills have always been very good. She is sure that Elder Luo didn't notice her just now. She squatted down, touched the soil under her feet, put it to the tip of her nose and sniffed lightly.
His pupils are even sharper.
She stood up and walked cautiously deeper into the swamp, feeling for her breath.
After searching for a while, it turned out that there was a faint smell of blood in the air. It was the stench left by Elder Luo's serious wound that had not had time to deal with and began to rot away.
The breath was getting closer and closer. Long Qingyue immediately held her breath and gently opened the tall reeds. She saw Elder Luo squatting on the ground, digging at the soil frantically, as if he was trying hard to find something.
Finally, I saw him peeling off a black bundle from the soil. The black cloth was opened, and what was wrapped inside turned out to be a pile of bones. He rummaged through the pile of bones, and after a while, he suddenly stood up and stamped on the bones.
He cursed angrily, "Damn Long Aotian, you're so abominable, you actually took away my Taixu magic skill! If it hadn't been for this brat back then, I would have learned the peerless magic skill long ago!"
How could we end up like this?
There was a trace of doubt on Long Qingyue's face. Did his father take away his Taixu Magical Art?
"Who!" Suddenly, Elder Luo's eyes sharpened, and his body rushed towards the reeds where Long Qingyue was hiding. His hands turned into claws, and the strong wind hit his face, grabbing straight at him.
Long Qingyue immediately retreated and avoided it.
Elder Luo's eyes changed, and he was a little stunned, "Is it you?"
He originally thought it was someone sent by the three major aristocratic families to hunt him down, but he didn't expect it to be Long Qingyue.
"It's me." Long Qingyue stood opposite him, her face unchanged at all. Now she has the ability to fight against him.
"You came just in time, hand over the Taixu Divine Art!" Elder Luo's eyes were red, with a crazy and angry light. His hair was messy, and his clothes were in tatters. After running away these days, he was no longer the same as he was back then.
His status and glory have become inhuman, he is haggard and extremely miserable.
"I don't know what Taixu Magical Art is." Long Qingyue answered directly.
Elder Luo narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He had also secretly paid attention to Long Qingyue's moves a few times before. The black power was very strange, but it was not the Taixu magic skill. I heard that the Taixu magic skill came from ancient times and was holy.
Power, "Could it be that Long Xiaotian was brought to the realm of gods and demons by Taixu magic at the moment of life and death..."
The voice was as thin as a mosquito, as if he was mumbling to himself.
But Long Qingyue heard it anyway. Long Qingyue felt as if he was struck by lightning, and the light in his eyes surged as if he couldn't believe it. He asked urgently, "You mean my father is not dead?!"
