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"My good master." The strong wind blew Wei Qing's black hair, and all he could think of was the figure in white on the wave.

Yingluo cried and laughed: "It's the suzerain, the suzerain has come to save us!"

Several brothers and sisters also covered their faces and wept.Lin Zhiyuan and He Jiyou stood on each side of the Tongtian chariot, and they also looked at Mo Xuanfang at the same time, their excited faces brightened by the purple aura.

Everyone knows that since Ziyun Sect Master cannot be trapped, there will be no one in the world who is an opponent of Ziyun Sect.

The Illusory Sea Nether Array completely collapsed.

Without the support of the formation, the entire Xinghai Terrace began to collapse inward, and the primordial demon energy at the bottom level poured out violently, devouring everything on the sea surface.

"The magic circle is broken." The dead cultivator of the Fu family screamed, regardless of their level of cultivation, everyone's faces were full of panic and panic, and they backed away involuntarily.

More monks were absorbed by the primordial magic energy on the bottom of the sea and fell into the endless abyss.

Fu Qingfeng cursed angrily behind them.But soon, the scolding disappeared, and Fu Qingfeng took the rest of the monks and flew away into the distance, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Only a sea hell full of holes is left.

The mighty fleet covering the entire sea broke into hundreds of ships in an instant, and countless people fell into the sea from the warships and died instantly.

The remnant souls caught in the bottom of the sea tore each other, forming huge whirlpools.But all struggling in the face of complete darkness is of no avail, and what awaits them is the sinking and eternal darkness until the end of the years.

At this moment, while Wei Qing commanded the Tongtian Chariot to climb rapidly, he was eagerly paying attention to the direction where Mo Xuanfang was.

He saw where the white shadow passed, the black mist receded, purple air rose, and Mo Xuanfang was actually saving people between rising and falling.

"Mo Xuanfang, you don't want to die."

Wei Qing slammed his fist on the railing, and he couldn't touch the master of the primordial magic energy deep under the sea.

Lin Zhiyuan beside him sighed and said: "This place is still under the jurisdiction of Ziyun Sect. The suzerain is worthy of being the suzerain. He doesn't distinguish between the enemy and himself. He always remembers the heavy responsibility on his shoulders. The disciples feel inferior."

Wei Qing closed his eyes, knowing that this is Mo Xuanfang's temperament, and that Mo Xuanfang is the only one in the world who still upholds the way of heaven at this time. With this kindness and arrogance alone, no one can match time.

Wei Qing was tormented in his heart, but he didn't dare to risk the lives of his senior brothers and sisters on the Tongtian chariot anymore. He could only watch Mo Xuanfang shuttle through the bottomless black hole. If he was not careful, there would be no bones left.

And those people who were beaten to death just now, but are now rescued by him, all crowded into the nearby warships that were not too damaged. Mo Xuanfang pasted mysterious symbols on those warships one by one, making the invasion of devil energy slow, and The people on the boat worked together to forcefully drive the boat to a higher place, and gradually left the Xinghai Terrace.

Wei Qing was terrified when he saw it, wishing he could go down and replace Mo Xuanfang.But he can absorb ordinary demonic energy, but the lowest level of primordial demonic energy is quite different from ordinary demonic energy. For some reason, when he saw the deep hole in the seabed, the primordial demonic energy gushing out made him feel sick.

After lying on the chariot and looking at it for a while, he couldn't take it anymore, turned around and sat down dizzily.

Ying Luo quickly walked over, touched Wei Qing's head worriedly, and channeled some spiritual power into him.

In a trance, Wei Qing saw a white figure approaching from far away, the man's face was cold, purple aura radiated from his chest, and he whispered "Xiaowei".

He only felt that this scene was extremely familiar, but he couldn't find where the memory came from after searching.

While he was anxious, he felt his head being shaken by someone, but when he opened his eyes, it was Ying Luo. Only then did he realize that he fell asleep in a short time just now, and it turned out to be a dream.

But between the sea and the sky is still a vast gray fog, and I don't know where is the exit and the end.The ears are quite clean, presumably they are far away from Xinghai Terrace.

At this time, there were more than a dozen spaceships around the Tongtian Chariot, all of them were people from the Tianyan Kingdom rescued by Mo Xuanfang from below. They crowded the side of the ship and saw that Ziyun's disciples did not move. Obviously, their spiritual power had already been exhausted. , everything is left to fate.

Wei Qing stood up and saw that Fu Xiaoyu was still kneeling in the corner, her whole body huddled into a small ball, and she didn't bother to care about it right now, just waiting to be handed over to the master.

He looked down into the mist again, and could faintly see some broken walls and ruins, slowly sinking downward.

He knew that those were alchemy buildings, which cost tens of thousands of people and many years to build, but now they were all destroyed by Mo Xuanfang.

This Shura sea is not inhabitable, let alone build fortifications.But in order to conceal people's eyes and ears, the Illusory Sea Nether Formation propped up the entire underground town and engaged in inhuman deeds. It deserves what happened to it now.

Everyone around cheered and shouted "Sect Master Ziyun", Wei Qing also felt relieved.But he missed Mo Xuanfang even more, and didn't know where he was.

At this moment, white clothes fluttered in the mist in front of him, and suddenly flew to his eyes. In the void, Mo Xuanfang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept coldly towards everyone.

"See the suzerain." Ziyun's disciples all knelt down.

"See Sect Master Ziyun." There were more and more distant voices, and everyone on the surrounding warships struggled and knelt on the ground.

Wei Qing's heart was beating wildly, his eyes were blurred by the purple brilliance lingering in Mo Xuanfang's chest, it was the appearance of the person in the previous dream.

No, it's not just a dream, he must have seen such a scene.

But where have you seen it?

"Si Ying..."

Mo Xuanfang had already boarded the heavenly chariot, getting close to Wei Qing, his eyes lingering on his face.

After a while, Mo Xuanfang nodded, and said calmly: "Well, it's fine."

Smelling the faint fragrance of his body, Wei Qing wanted to throw himself into Mo Xuanfang's arms and cry aloud, hugging and leaning on him like when he was a child, but now that there are so many people, everything is no longer what it used to be.

After all, he held back and stood where he was, and softly called out: "Master." He was about to kneel down.

A strong force immediately supported Wei Qing's sinking body and made him stand where he was.

"Today, I will be exempt from courtesy." Mo Xuanfang took a deep look at him, "For the teacher to know what you have done, it is a pleasure to have you as a disciple."

This sentence is worth a thousand words, Wei Qing rubbed his nose, his eyes were red.

But Mo Xuanfang flew into the air again, raised his big hand, and sprinkled dozens of mysterious symbols from his sleeves.

The mysterious talisman is good at resisting the wind, and it turns into a purple air belt in the air. At first, it rolls and twists randomly, gradually points to something, and finally stops slowly, spreads out, and extends into a road in the distance.

There seems to be a white light at the end of the road.

"I found the exit, you all come with the deity."

The crowd immediately raised their arms and cheered, and everyone immediately regained their spirits and couldn't wait to jump out of the boat and follow Mo Xuanfang onto the road paved with mysterious symbols.

Wei Qing put away the Tongtian chariot, and walked up with the brothers and sisters. Fu Xiaoyu also followed them, following them with empty eyes.

Ying Luo approached Wei Qing with a smile and said, "Xiao Wei, you are doing well now, and the suzerain praised you again, and senior sister is happy for you."

Wei Qing shook his head and sighed: "Verbal praise is useless, and I don't even look at how many magical medicines I have lost. The Qiankun bag is almost empty. Sister, why don't you tell the suzerain that in the future, Cailing Hall, Qiling Temple I can take care of the Pill Palace, and it will save other people from worrying about it."

Ying Luo was stunned for a moment, and said: "Ah... I am a soft-spoken person, so I dare not say this. Otherwise, I will go and ask the Palace Master to ask her to intercede for you?"

"Hey, my silly senior sister, you can believe that too."

Wei Qing laughed, stretched his head to look at the white figure in front, and quickened his pace.

The light is getting brighter.

After half an hour, they finally walked out of the ground.The sun was just right and the breeze was blowing. They breathed fresh air again in the outskirts of Suitian Town, which belonged to the air of the world.

The ground was full of people kneeling and humbling, and Mo Xuanfang saved at least 600 people. They kowtowed devoutly to him, shouting that Sect Master Ziyun is benevolent and righteous, and that Sect Yunzong is on the right path.

Mo Xuan's expression was indifferent, and he slightly raised his hand, causing them all to disperse.

Those who survived the catastrophe left joyfully, leaving only Yingluo, He Jiyou, Lin Zhiyuan and a dozen other Ziyun disciples, and Fu Xiaoyu tied aside.

Mo Xuanfang walked to Fu Xiaoyu's side, raised his hand slightly, and the fairy cord on Fu Xiaoyu's body fell off.

"You go away..."

Fu Xiaoyu raised her face, her eyes were full of astonishment.

Mo Xuanfang looked at Wei Qing, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, as if there was nothing else important, and there was only one figure under the sun.

Fu Xiaoyu opened his mouth, bowed his head and saluted slightly, buried a word of "thank you" in his heart, limped, turned and left.

Wei Qing watched her leave, turned around and walked towards Mo Xuanfang, who was also silently looking at him.

I remember that since childhood, I and my master have always been used to following each other's figure, even though there are many people and many things in between, this habit has not changed.

Wei Qing grinned, showing his fine white teeth. He sniffed hard, and in the sunlight he smelled the faint fragrance that only belonged to Da Luo Jinxian. It was so pure and unadulterated like before.

It turned out that the Guanyuan Scarlet Nightmare Pill was really useful, and An Sheng didn't lie to him.

Thank you, Yunyan.

Wei Qing seemed to see Yunyan turning into a swallow and flying into the free clouds.

He raised his head, a black speck appeared in the sky far away, and Mo Xuanfang flew out like a sword, blocking in front of the speck.

"boom!"

All the iron filings in the sky were crushed into powder. It was the Taiyin refined iron of the Bokelong people. Refined iron was rare in the world, but almost all of this rare Taiyin refined iron was collected by the Fu family to refine the dragon-suppressing Mosuo.

The young dragon in Wei Qing's body screamed hoarsely and rolled wildly.

His back was also drenched with cold sweat.

There were two more loud bangs, and Mo Xuanfang shattered another iron chain, and the other was cut off by Lin Zhiyuan and He Jiyou together.

"Master, be careful." Wei Qing turned around and waved at Mo Xuanfang, suddenly there was a chill behind his back, and something burrowed into his spine.

He convulsed.

He heard the huge silent wailing of the young dragon in his body, and he saw Mo Xuanfang's face, which changed color. For the first time in his life, he saw the face of Sect Master Ziyun who turned pale with fright.

At the same time that Zhenlongsuo was thrusting into his back, Mo Xuanfang also flew there almost at the same time, but it was one step too late after all.

Quen Guodan has captured the dragon spine fruit of the young dragon. Human and dragon are connected to each other. They are originally one body. Wei Qing's whole body is hung up like soft flesh that has lost its bones. Blood mixed with white slurry flows from eyes, ears, and mouth. , nose flow down.

The dragon clan does not die, but it seems to be dead.

"Si Ying..."

Wei Qing opened his eyes, and he saw tears in Mo Xuanfang's eyes, slowly falling down his cold face.

He felt Mo Xuanfang's fingers lightly caressing his shoulder, trembling like a leaf in a strong wind.

Master, don't cry, you are the Daluo Jinxian, the master of Ziyun.

Wei Qing murmured, but he couldn't make a sound.His whole body seemed to be floating, and the pain made him lose consciousness.

Master...

He saw Mo Xuanfang's face moving away from him.

If it was just a nightmare, he wished he could wake up by closing his eyes.

Fu Qingfeng's gloomy laughter came from the air. Behind him were two dragon shepherds, and the most elite monks in Heyang City with their magic weapons on their feet. .

"Mo Xuanfang, Sect Master Mo." Fu Qingfeng paused every word, "Please come with me, I am the capital of Tianyan Shang Kingdom, the Holy King is waiting for you."

"Oh?"

Mo Xuanfang took one last look at Wei Qing, and slowly stood up.

White clothes fluttered, the wind rustled the branches, and the ground was dusty.

The monks of the Fu family all took a step back, and lost their positions in an instant.

With a big wave of his hand, Fu Qingfeng stopped everyone, and his tone was a bit tougher: "Mo Xuanfang, do you agree or not?"

"If you save him, I will go with you." Mo Xuanfang said calmly, without even looking at Fu Qingfeng.

Ying Luo shouted: "Sovereign, save Xiao Wei." He fell to his knees crying.

All Ziyun's disciples also knelt down.

Quen Guodan has been integrated into Wei Qing's body, even if Zhenlongsuo is destroyed, the molten iron of Zhenlongsuo will still suck bones and eat soul in his body, until his body and soul are gone, only the Fu family can save him.

"You..." Fu Qingfeng suppressed the anger in his heart, "It's just that one disciple died, and you also ruined my entire alchemy department. If you don't want the rest of the disciples to suffer, follow me now."

"I want you to save him." Mo Xuanfang said.

Fu Qingfeng snorted coldly: "The dead cannot be brought back to life, and the old man can't do anything about it."

"If you don't save him, this deity will bloodbath Heyang City and kill all the fiefdoms of your Fu family."

Mo Xuanfang's tone was still calm, but under the calmness as usual, the purple energy gushed out violently. He was dressed fiercely in white, soared out of thin air, and flew in front of Fu Qingfeng.

"I don't believe it..." Fu Qingfeng forced himself to be calm, but the gourd under his feet involuntarily retreated to the ground, "You are the Ziyun Sect Master, and Heyang City is also the area under your Ziyun Sect's jurisdiction, and the people you protect."

"Are you saving it or not?" Mo Xuanfang asked again.

Fu Qingfeng gritted his teeth and said: "You ruined the largest alchemy department in Shang Kingdom, the Illusory Sea Nether Formation, and the 600-year-old foundation of my Fu family was destroyed by you. If you want me to save him, you are dreaming! I want you to try it!" Taste what it's like to lose a loved one."

"Okay..." Mo Xuanfang slowly raised his hand, his eyes were weeping blood, and the world was dark for an instant.

"Today, I will not be the Sect Master of Ziyun."

The sound of jade shattering...

Behind him, a strong wind suddenly blew up, mountains cracked rocks, rivers backflowed, and big trees were uprooted. From Suitian Town to Heyang City, the Fu family's thirteen fiefdoms were covered in a purple mist that would destroy the sky and destroy the earth.