Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Feng Qingran didn't want to expose the Emperor's conspiracy now.

She was only worried about other people from Lingyun Sect taking a dip in the problematic Immortal River.

After listening to Feng Qingran's analysis, Mo Jinghong asked softly: "If the immortal river is cut off, how can we transform the spiritual roots into immortal roots?"

Feng Qingran's apricot eyes turned, and she said crisply: "I haven't thought of this yet, but I am sure that soaking in the Immortal River to transform the immortal root is a conspiracy! And it is also false that you must soak in the Immortal River for three months."

People in the immortal world are also born with spiritual roots.

However, they never had to soak in the Immortal River. They all cultivated to a certain level and their spiritual roots automatically transformed into immortal roots.

Whether born in the fairy world or in the small world, they are all human beings.

What's the difference between the two?

"Yes! Mark! Seventh Senior Brother, do people in the immortal world have unique marks on their bodies?" Feng Qingran looked at Mo Jinghong with bright almond eyes.

"Mark?" Mo Jinghong thought of the marks on the necks of those heavenly soldiers and Mu Chen.

That mark that belongs exclusively to the fairy world can only be seen by those with special eyes or those with extraordinary strength.

The junior sister seems to be neither.

How did she come up with the imprint?

But Feng Qingran didn't notice anything unusual about Mo Jinghong, and said in surprise: "Look, those heavenly soldiers can recognize us as ascended people at a glance. It must be because we are different from people in the immortal world. Could it be related to the mark?"

"Maybe with the mark, we can absorb the immortal power, and the spiritual roots will automatically transform into immortal roots..."

Feng Qingran was not sure whether the mark existed.

She just vaguely remembers where she heard about imprints?

At this time-

Zhuoyan flew up and said: "The master's body is full of evil spirits, and there is even a little evil spirit. It doesn't look like a place in the fairy world at all."

"There are several paths going down next to the altar. I used my spiritual consciousness to explore one path, and I seemed to hear the sound of water flowing."

"I don't recommend you go down there. The evil spirit down there is no ordinary evil spirit."

"And when I look down at the altar, I always feel like it's like a bloody mouth, waiting for prey to enter."

"In short, this altar should not appear in the fairy world."

After Zhuo Yan analyzed it, he received Mo Jinghong's eyes and flew to Feng Qingran's shoulder.

Zhuo Yan complained in his heart: Humph! The master is becoming more and more partial!

Feng Qingran glanced at the burning flames on her shoulders and looked towards the altar.

It is important to cut off the source.

It is related to other people in Lingyun Sect.

But continuing on despite knowing the danger is a foolish act.

Feng Qingran suddenly missed Feng Ci. If Feng Ci was here, the danger below would probably not be dangerous.

Feng Qingran was thinking.

Zhuo Yan was transmitting a message to Mo Jinghong: "Master, the altar below looks like a teleportation array, but it is not for living beings. I suspect it has something to do with luck."

Since the beginning of Chaos, in every war, the most contested thing is luck.

Luck is an intangible thing.

It's unclear.

But it can also take away luck in tangible ways.

The simplest thing is to steal someone's luck.

Always when a person encounters a good thing, he deliberately destroys it.

When a person encounters something good, he also takes it away.

If this continues, this person's good luck will disappear and be transferred to another person.

Of course, this kind of blatant robbery often involves consequences.

There are also some extremely hidden ways to steal luck.

Just like the following, set up an altar and share the luck of others little by little until that person's luck completely disappears.

This method will basically not be discovered by Tiandao.

There will be no cause and effect.

Obviously, the altar below is robbing the overall luck of the fairy world.

"Is there any danger around the altar?" Mo Jinghong asked via voice transmission.

"There is no danger on the surface, but the person who set up this altar definitely has a backup plan. In addition, the evil spirit below will also affect your recovery from injuries." Zhuo Yan's voice was slightly worried.

It could feel that Mo Jinghong was thinking about it.

Feng Qingran is now in the fairy world, and the existence of the altar will definitely affect Feng Qingran.

Based on its understanding of Mo Jinghong, Mo Jinghong would not allow this situation to exist.

Zhuo Yan suggested: "Master, how about calling Qi to handle it?"

Mo Jinghong's eyes flashed slightly, "Qi went to investigate the matter of the decaying energy, and is now in the underworld."

The affairs of the rotten are more important than the luck of the immortal world.

The Corruptor affects the entire plane.

Zhuoyan rolled his eyes and said through the message: "Master, you can go on if you want. I remember that Feng Qingran has a Hongmeng sapling in her hand. You can ask her for a leaf, so that your injuries can be recovered a little. There is no need to be afraid. The evil spirit below..."

When Zhuo Yan said this, he suddenly paused: It actually asked the supreme master to ask for something! ?

If this is transmitted back to the Immortal Realm, will it be killed?

Zhuo Yan shuddered all over and hurriedly sent a message to Mo Jinghong: "Master, I'll give it to you. You need to rest first."

Mo Jinghong refused: "No need."

Zhuoyan:...

Mo Jinghong's red lips curled up slightly and he said directly, "Little junior sister, I need a leaf from the Hongmeng sapling."

"Ah?" Feng Qingran probably didn't react, looking at Mo Jinghong with wide-eyed eyes.

I saw Mo Jinghong's starry eyes sparkling with beauty, and his appearance was even more stunning.

Feng Qingran was almost obsessed with it!

The seventh senior brother is so charming when he smiles!

Feng Qingran asked slightly nervously: "Seventh Senior Brother, I will... pick it for you. Is that one enough?"

Hongmeng Sapling: Are you polite?

"Yes." Mo Jinghong's eyebrows were dyed with a warm color.

Feng Qingran picked a leaf from the space and handed it to Mo Jinghong, "Senior Brother Seventh, how did you know that I have Hongmeng saplings?"

Feng Qingran almost wanted to slap her forehead!

I was deceived by the beauty just now, but now I realize it!

At this time, Feng Qingran heard the cry of Hongmeng sapling from the sea of ​​consciousness, "You...you took away my greenest leaves. If you do this next time, I will ignore you!"

Feng Qingran could still take care of the Hongmeng saplings.

Her thoughts at the moment were all on Mo Jinghong.

"In Xionghu Ridge, you forgot the ingot in the pit..." Mo Jinghong took the leaf with the Hongmeng aura and reminded him.

"Senior Brother Seventh, you had already guessed at that time that the buds were Hongmeng trees!" Feng Qingran felt that she was hiding something, as if she was too stingy.

Mo Jinghong's eyes flashed slightly, and he gently touched Feng Qingran's head, "Little junior sister, you have done a good job. You must be cautious in everything. You can trust me, but you don't have to show me all your cards."

"Aren't you sad that I guarded you?"

"Everyone has secrets." Mo Jinghong said in a deep voice.

Zhuoyan: I am air! I don't exist! You two might as well just stay together where you are!

Zhuo Yan complained, but he didn't dare to go crazy in front of Mo Jinghong.

"Master, are we still going down?" Zhuo Yan asked in a gentle voice.

"Seventh Senior Brother, are we going down?" Feng Qingran vaguely felt that she had missed something.