After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

There was no response from Mo Xuanfang in the cave, and it was silent.

Wei Qing boldly went to sniff out the people underground, but the breath was so weak that it seemed that everyone had passed out.

He calmed down a little, and remembered that Lianzi mentioned in the previous response that there were guards at the entrance of the Youfu Cave. The disciples of the fourth hall were guarded. They must be the few lying on the ground. He can knock out seven or eight elite disciples of the fourth hall at the same time. This person is very powerful. I don't know if Mo Xuanfang is in danger.

Wei Qing couldn't control so much, and urged little Ah Zi to go into the cave.

Although this is not the entrance ten years ago, little Ah Zi is still flustered as before. Seeing him scratching his head for a long time, Wei Qing wanted to give up, but in the end he followed closely and turned into a soft sedan chair in front of Wei Qing .

After ten years, Tongtianchari has feelings, not to mention the master who accompanies him day and night.

Wei Qing's heart was burning like a fire, but fortunately, little Ah Zi could barely follow a little scent, looking for traces of Mo Xuanfang along the way.

The inside of the cave is still smelly and rotten, the roof is covered by black mist, and only a faint light of unknown light is barely visible.

Wei Qing found that the dust and smoke of corruption all over the floor was slowly spreading to both sides, and there seemed to be a small road opening in the middle, and he hurriedly urged little Ah Zi to walk along this road.

But little Ah Zi's speed was sealed here, her flight was extremely slow, and she staggered into some gray and rotten objects from time to time.

Those rotting things showed ferocious faces, many of them were shapeless, but all of them opened their mouths, obviously capable of swallowing people.

Wei Qing tried his best to control himself so that he would not make a sound.But some rotting things still smelled clues, and a few humanoid rotting corpses came together, sniffing and sniffing around Wei Qing, with hungry saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths.

The Consonance Pill, which conceals the aura, has half its effectiveness in this gloomy hell.Wei Qing had to call out the Qiankun bag, ready to use magic weapons to defend himself at any time.

At this time, little AhZi was forced by the skeletons to go around behind a small hill. She never thought that the hill would rotate by itself, meandering, and a gray snake head appeared.

The snake's head swallowed the clouds, and pieces of putrid gray scales fell off.

Little A'Zi flew swiftly, Wei Qing couldn't stabilize himself, and fell directly from the soft sedan chair to the ground, a roar like tearing silk shook him with fear.

The huge gray snake swam away as if it had been terribly frightened, flicking its tail.

The rotting corpses around were all swept into flesh/paste, but the rotting corpses had no spirituality, they were just some mechanical human-eating machines, and soon gathered in groups, whimpering and rushing towards Wei Qing.

Wei Qing was in a hurry, pulled out the magic weapon in the Qiankun bag and threw it out chaotically, trying to make a way.

But then, the roar of the unknown creature came from a distance, and even the ground under his feet trembled three times. Little Ah Zi hurriedly transformed into an invisibility cloak, and dragged Wei Qing to run wildly.

Suddenly a gust of wind hit, and all the carrion corpses around fell down straight, with a low cry of "woo woo".

Wei Qing's body lightened suddenly, and his whole body was swept up into the sky.

Little AhZi couldn't hold him back, so she had to turn into a purple rope and hook Wei Qing's ankle, barely losing her master.

This gust of wind came swiftly and viciously, like a big bag enveloping Wei Qing's whole body, Wei Qing couldn't break free with his cultivation level, he felt that all the rotten things he passed were overturned on the ground, and his ears were full of humming Ming sound.

He wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound, his body was dripping with cold sweat, knowing that something must be arresting him, but he couldn't help himself, and his life was over.

At this moment, the evil wind on his body suddenly turned in a circle, as if being pulled by another force. The two forces held each other for a moment, and suddenly the wind turned and went in another direction.

Wei Qing's body was ups and downs like a drowning person, suddenly he fell in the air, opened his eyes and saw that he had penetrated into a deep pool at the bottom of a valley.

He swooped down completely uncontrollably, the dark pool below looked like the giant eyes of Hades, and the body of "Gudu Gudu" had already sunk into the water.

With a sound of "dong", his head hit a hard object and fell heavily to the ground.

Wei Qing was dizzy from the pain, struggled to get up, and found that his whole body was soaked, but this place was very dry.

He rubbed his head, looked up, and saw that the top of his head was covered by a huge water polo, isolating the dark pool of water.And the place where he was was actually a crystal palace.

"Master?" He tried to shout.

Strange, isn't this the gate of hell?How could there be a palace.

He was suddenly blessed, could it be that this is the place where Mo Xuanfang retreated, which he couldn't find after searching all over Ziyun Sect?

There was a barely audible groan behind him.

Wei Qing wanted to turn around, but it was too late, his hands and feet were already stiff, and he fell backwards, and was immediately grabbed into his arms.

Everything in front of me became hazy and unreal.

It's like a paradise isolated by water curtains, the roar of those rotten things can no longer be heard around, and it is so quiet that there are only my own breathing and beating heartbeat.

There is also the entangled heavy breathing of the person in front of him.

Wei Qing smelled a delicate fragrance that he has been familiar with for ten years, and this fragrance is unique to only one person in the three worlds.

It belongs to the delicate fragrance of Daluo Jinxian.The fragrance of Mo Xuan Fang.

He opened his eyes and saw Master.

But the master is no longer the master of the past, the red light in his eyes is flowing, and he looks extremely strange in this transparent and white crystal world.

Mo Xuanfang was so close to him, so close that he could touch his lips and teeth with a light pout.

Wei Qing found himself pushed down on the stone table, the stone table was as cold as ice that would last forever, even with Mo Xuanfang's scorching arms, he couldn't stop shivering.

"Master, you..." Wei Qing squeezed out a few broken words from between his teeth.

His heart seemed to be hit with a heavy hammer, and it seemed to be rubbed vigorously in the turbulent flow of time. He vaguely felt that he had never seen such a situation before. He couldn't remember it, but he suddenly understood.

He understood why Master had to retreat frequently, why he was ruthless, and did not see him for a long time.

He once read in Shu Shi Tang Ji that the legend of Daluo Jinxian falling into the devil is just like the red aura lingering around Mo Xuanfang at this moment.

Mo Xuanfang frowned slightly, as if another person was tearing and struggling with him, he closed his eyes forcefully, redness overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and outlined a few seductive strokes on his handsome face.

"Master..." Wei Qing's eyes were moist, and the hand that was clipped behind his head violently twisted.

"Don't...you are Ziyun Sect Master, Da Luo Jinxian..."

But these words seemed to have stimulated Mo Xuanfang, he suddenly opened his eyes, the redness in his eyes became more intense, and he suddenly bowed his head.

His lips were hot, sticking to Wei Qing's lips seemed to be on fire.But he tried his best not to let himself down, he was like a prisoner in distress looking for the final redemption, the young man with bright red lips in front of him ignited the mortal heart that he wanted to cut off all his life.

Wei Qing felt his heart split.

Cracked into a bottomless abyss underground.

Going forward is an eternal sinking, while Mo Xuanfang is a noble fairy god in the sky, and the snow peak of Yukun Mountain will always shine on the world.

"No...Master..."

Wei Qing's front was scorching hot, and his back was icy cold stone.

"No, no, no..."

He suddenly woke up, he almost killed the master.He screamed in his heart, as if biting the tip of his tongue instinctively.

A trace of golden blood immediately wafted between the lips of the two of them along with a faint smell of blood, which couldn't be melted away.

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