Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Mo Jinghong didn't expect the scabbard of the Dragon Emperor Sword to appear so early.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qingran would get the scabbard and unintentionally open the sword tomb.

If Zhuo Yan hadn't told him about the Qingluan Sword and the scabbard, he might have planned to wait a few days before coming in.

Although there is danger hidden in the sword tomb, it is not enough to threaten Feng Qingran's life. Instead, it can make her strength grow rapidly.

Feng Qingran stood there not daring to move or speak.

When Mo Jinghong saw Feng Qingran who was like a quail, the coldness on his body dissipated and he said in a deep voice: "Little junior sister, do you know why those children from aristocratic families with outstanding talents and no shortage of resources insist on entering the sect?"

Feng Qingran raised her head, looked into Mo Jinghong's picturesque eyes, and shook her head.

Mo Jinghong's eyes were calm, "Because the sect holds secrets that the family doesn't know, and cultivating the world of immortality is not just about immersing yourself in cultivation. It also requires the guidance of knowledgeable people. Many things are not recorded in ancient books."

"Just like junior sister, you prepare the magic formulas and exercises for everyone, and you also make comments."

"Don't act rashly in the future. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. I won't hurt you." Mo Jinghong's eyes were deep and bright, shining like stars.

Feng Qingran's beautiful eyes were full of hope, her eyes were as bright as spring flowers, "Seventh Senior Brother, I'm sorry."

Feng Qingran apologized sincerely this time.

She made a big mistake this time. She chose a direct contract because of something in her memory even though she knew the scabbard was not simple.

She was afraid that things would change if things were too late, and she wanted to prove a fact.

She remembered that in the original work, Su Yanran took blood from Feng Qingran before contracting the scabbard.

Only then did he successfully contract the scabbard.

Later, when Su Yanran found the Dragon Emperor Sword, Feng Qingran was already dead.

But one thing is clearly written, that is, Su Yanran only contracted the scabbard, not the Dragon Emperor Sword.

The Dragon King Sword can be used by Su Yanran because Su Yanran repaired its flaws.

All kinds of clues are connected together.

Let Feng Qingran guess that maybe this sword should belong to Feng Qingran.

It should belong to her now!

Mo Jinghong's red lips curled up slightly, "Little junior sister, put these monsters away first, and I will take you to find the Dragon Emperor Sword."

He indeed kept these monsters here, but not to protect them, but to cover up the aura of the Dragon Emperor Sword.

In order to leave the Shifang Domain, those ferocious beasts have been looking for the whereabouts of the Dragon Emperor Sword.

They had no idea that the Dragon Emperor Sword was right under their noses.

Fortunately, Ye Wentian didn't take Feng Qingran into the river, otherwise no one would be able to save them.

The water in the river is weak, and once it sinks, it cannot be refloated without a special boat.

In addition, the weak water can isolate the smell, making the vicious beasts ignorant of everything happening here.

"Senior Brother Seventh, this was all caught by Master..." Feng Qingran thought carefully about her words.

"Just keep it all, he must be embarrassed to ask for it."

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The two walked along the river for about three miles.

Mo Jinghong stopped and said, "It's right here, but whether you can conquer the Dragon Emperor Sword depends on the junior sister herself."

"Senior brother, I will definitely conquer it!" Feng Qingran's eyes flashed with determination, she could not give up any opportunity to become stronger.

Ever since Ye Wentian told her about the Five Elements Spiritual Roots.

Feng Qingran had a vague feeling that maybe her enemy was not Su Yanran, but the Heavenly Dao behind her.

After all, Su Yanran is great because she is the heroine in the book, and because she has a treasure-hunting instinct, treasures will even be delivered to her door.

Including a group of male supporting actors, rushing to send resources to Su Yanran.

But these things may be arranged by heaven.

Because the stronger Su Yanran is, the less chance she has as a female supporting character to stand up, and the slimmer the chance she will have to achieve greatness.

This way Tiandao doesn't have to worry about having one more person weighing on his head.

Mo Jinghong looked towards the river, his eyes were cold, and his face was so beautiful that he could confuse all living beings.

His pair of phoenix eyes are as deep as a cold pool, his whole body has a noble temperament, and there is a supreme dignity that cannot be concealed between his brows.

Mo Jinghong raised his hands and drew something quickly in the air. His sleeves were caught in the wind, like a swimming dragon, as graceful as a Jinghong, and a red light flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, a whirlpool appeared in the river in front of him.

This vortex is different from the vortex created by Ye Wentian.

This vortex flows very fast, but the surrounding river water is calm and calm.

Suddenly, golden light shot out from the vortex.

The more golden light emitted, the stronger the pressure Feng Qingran felt.

Soon, the overwhelming coercion came towards Feng Qingran, making Feng Qingran's soul tremble.

Feng Qingran mobilized the remaining spiritual power in her body to resist the terrifying pressure.

But it's like an ant trying to shake an elephant, it's completely useless.

Feng Qingran's forehead was covered with fine sweat, her lips were slightly white, but her apricot eyes were shining with determination like glass.

As the golden light became more and more powerful, the golden light gradually gathered into a huge golden dragon.

The shadow of the golden dragon hovered above the river, but its empty pupils made people feel even more stressed.

"Little Junior Sister, this is the sword spirit you want to conquer. If it surrenders to you, the Dragon Emperor Sword will recognize you as its master!" Mo Jinghong's voice was cold.

Feng Qingran looked at the circling golden dragon, her spine felt chilly and her heart beat like a drum, but she still walked to the river bank resolutely.

When Feng Qingran walked to the river bank, the shadow in the mid-air became more solid.

Then an angry voice sounded, "You ant, you also want to be my master!"