In the early morning one day later, with light rain falling in the sky, a dilapidated donkey cart slowly drove out of Hongshuang City.
From south to north, it is gradually swallowed up by the rain curtain.
In the carriage, Suning sat cross-legged, looking painful.
Mo Zi'ao's immortal power was concentrated in the center of his eyebrows, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.
"Be patient, there are still many meridians in your body that have not been opened."
"Especially because of the blood stasis and blockage caused by the elimination of Dantian, it is difficult to use drugs to sort out the effect."
"Only by borrowing immortal power to resolve it many times can you truly recover as before."
Explain patiently and in a gentle tone.
Don't be conceited while leaning against the carriage, and don't forget to say to the big black donkey who is working hard as a coolie: "Take it easy, we can go slower, we are not in a hurry."
"By the way, do you know where to go to the demon world?"
On the muddy ancient road, the surrounding scenery gradually became blurred.
No one saw the big black donkey covered in mud and water soar into the sky and rise on the clouds.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
The strong wind howled like weeping.
In the distance, only the afterimages were seen floating, dozens of them at a time.
One by one, they disappeared one after another.
Mo Zi'ao reminded: "Don't leave from the fairy world, otherwise you will be sensed by Emperor Junyuan."
"No matter how bad that guy is, he is still a mid-level seventeenth-level True Immortal."
"Once he discovers our traces, it will be equivalent to exposing Suning's existence, which will cause a series of troubles."
"Hey, it's hard for two fists to beat four hands. The dream inkstone is still with Duan Ziqian, so my strength is greatly reduced."
"Eh."
The big black donkey raised its front hooves, followed Mo Zi'ao's instructions and slowed down: "I can understand that you saved Suning in order to complete the road of reincarnation that has been stagnant for twelve thousand years."
"So I came with you without any regrets. I did whatever you said and I did it willingly."
"But I really can't figure it out right now. What is your plan?"
There was anger in his heart, and it was difficult to suppress it. The big black donkey gritted his teeth and roared with secret sound transmission: "Aren't you going to give me a definite explanation for this matter?"
"In the demon world, oh, do you really think you are Duan Ziqian? You can go and leave whenever you want?"
"You want to die in vain, I don't mind hiding and watching."
"Why do you have to involve me in such a meaningless sacrifice? Why do I owe you in my last life?"
The big black donkey couldn't help but swore, and the big black donkey who was more of a relative than a relative of Mo Zizi was so angry that he breathed heavily: "Answer me."
In the carriage, the old Taoist priest remained motionless and turned a deaf ear.
The big black donkey went crazy, deliberately bumping the carriage and shaking violently: "If I can't kill you, can't I kill that kid?"
"Hey, come on, who's afraid of whom?"
With an angry hissing laugh, it transformed into a strange appearance with the head of a human and the body of a donkey, shaking its body vigorously.
Mo Zizi collapsed and said, "Can you please stop making trouble?"
The big black donkey said forcefully: "Then can you be more honest?"
The old Taoist priest did not move away, but opened the curtain and murmured with his lips.
Half an hour later, he got back into the carriage and carefully examined Suning's blocked meridians that had been combed by the immortal power.
The big black donkey was doubtful and asked with a grin on his face: "Didn't you lie to me?"
"According to what you mean, you have to bear half of the causality for Jiang Linan's death?"
"My dear, if Jiang Changnian and Qiao Wantang find out about this, they won't be able to chase you to the ends of the earth?"
"And Duan Ziqian, oh, I never thought in my wildest dreams that he would join forces with Wen Dian Jiuxing's layout, personally force Wen Dian's most outstanding disciple into a desperate situation, and eventually die of hatred in Taixu Mountain."
"this......"
Before he finished speaking, he received a slap on the head.
It was Mo Zi'ao who had fire-breathing eyes and his face was full of evil spirit and murderous intent.
The big black donkey said aggrievedly: "Okay, I won't say anything anymore. From now on, I will never mention this matter again."
"You are right, some things can be said and some things cannot be seen again."
