After all, the only outsiders who truly know Ye Yunji's identity are him and his master. Although it seems that he has no malice to Wuji Shengtian now, he knows people and faces but not the heart. It is difficult to draw bones when painting tigers and skins. What if it happens?
One day, he became ill-behaved with Wuji Shengtian, and no one knew anything, so he would definitely be unprepared for it.
If you don’t leave yourself to beware of him, how can your master feel at ease!
"Fenghua, although Qingfan's talent and cultivation are quite acceptable, he is too indecisive. If there is an accident, I hope you can help him. If this disaster is unavoidable, I hope you can do your best.
Can, save more people and keep a glimmer of hope for this continent." Mo Qingqiu said to Gu Fenghua and others again.
"Yes, Lord, Lord," Gu Fenghua and others responded in unison, with tears in their eyes.
Everyone knows that Mo Qingqiu's trip to Zitian Prison this time is full of dangers, and the hope of returning alive is extremely slim.
And he himself even knew this better than outsiders, but for Yunyuan City, Wuji Shengtian, and the entire continent, he went there without hesitation.
Mo Qingqiu flew up, passed through the cracks in the barrier, and entered the Purple Sky Prison. The purple mist swelled and rushed towards him like a tide. The old figure was so tragic.
His appearance soon attracted the attention of the Purple Soul Beast, and hundreds of Purple Soul Beasts roared at him.
Mo Qingqiu let out a clear roar, and the sword broke out in his hand and slashed out. The sword light slashed through the purple dust fog and slashed into the beast group. The dozens of purple soul beasts in front were the first to be attacked and instantly turned into nothingness, and the one behind was also
He was split into pieces and was killed on the spot by this sword force, but his death was completely different, at least he still kept the corpse.
Seeing this, Gu Fenghua and others' hearts sank again. Obviously, in the dust of the world, the strength of the Purple Soul Beast is even stronger than that of the Wuji Holy Heaven, and Mo Qingqiu's cultivation level after he arrived at the Zitian Prison
But it will be greatly reduced. With one drop and the other rising, will his hope of returning to life become even more slim?
Just as Gu Fenghua and others were secretly worried about Mo Qingqiu, purple soul beasts rushed towards him in groups. Mo Qingqiu's feet did not stop and his sword was slashed down again.
One sword, two swords, three swords... More than ten swords were cut out in succession, and nearly a thousand purple soul beasts fell on the desolate and barren land. Mo Qingqiu's figure finally came to the core of the formation that seemed to be the center of a rainbow. There was no trace of it.
At a pause, he quickly set off pieces of pure gold and mitral, and then made a handprint.
In the Zitian Prison, the colorful light shone brightly, and the colorful rays that enveloped the entire city lord's mansion also became even more dazzling. The space formation was activated, and the cracks that broke the barrier began to slowly repair.
Gu Fenghua and others held the hilt tightly, looking at Mo Qingqiu from afar excited and nervously.
Almost as he set out the fine gold and silver and made his handprint, groups of purple soul beasts rushed towards him one after another.
Mo Qingqing hurriedly set off the fine gold and silver, then made a handprint with one hand and waved the sword with the other.
The purple soul beasts fell one after another, and as the dust and smoke rolled, more purple soul beasts rushed towards him.
As a result, there were fewer purple soul beasts rushing towards the crack, and Gu Fenghua and others responded more easily. From time to time, they used a sword to slash out, and completely blocked the crack.
But their mood was not at all relaxed. Looking through the faint purple dust of the world, Mo Qingqiu's figure seemed a little illusory and hazy, but he could still vaguely see his increasingly pale face.
The sword light gradually lost its previous lightness and became heavier.
Time passed slowly, and the cracks in front of us were constantly repairing and refining, but Mo Qingqiu's figure was also shaking gently, as if it was shaking, and the sword light that was cut out became heavier and heavier, as if every
He had to use all his strength to slash out with one sword.
"No, he is about to be unable to hold on. I have to help him!" Tang Junhou became more and more anxious as he looked at him. He stood up uneasy like an ant on a hot pan. Suddenly, he shouted nervously, and towards the knot.
The boundary crack rushed out.
Gu Fenghua and others never expected that this guy was so bloody, and was shocked to see his actions.
With Mo Qingqiu's strong cultivation, his strength will be greatly reduced when he goes to Zitian Prison. Isn't he seeking death if he goes? Gu Fenghua subconsciously wanted to step forward and stop him.
"I'm still waiting for him to help repair the house. Who should I look for if he dies? Lord, you can't die, you must not die." At this moment, Tang Junhou's crying sounded in his ears again.
Wailing.
So Gu Fenghua stopped: Forget it, he wants to die and let him die.
"Roar..." At this time, a rough beast roar came, shaking the eardrums and even the mind was trembling!
Ancient ferocious beasts! Gu Fenghua and others were all shocked.
Only from the powerful pressure contained in the roar of this beast, it is not difficult for them to infer that the power of the roar owner is probably not weaker than that of the ancient beast Li Tian, or even Li Tian itself.
With the roar of the beast, all the purple soul beasts roared in unison, rolled up dust in the sky, rushed from all directions, and rushed straight towards Mo Qingqiu.
Seeing this scene, Gu Fenghua and others changed their faces drastically.