Marry Long Aotian

Mo Yang didn't remember how he got in, and when he realized it, he was already standing in front of Wang Chan, playing the piano continuously to increase his blood.

But no matter how many big moves he used and how much blood he added, it had no effect at all.The injected spiritual power seemed to be swallowed, and the mud flowed into the sea, making no waves.

Wang Chan's blood skin is always blood skin, no more and no less, which makes people frightened.

Wang Chan didn't wake up until Mo Yang's blue bar was cleared and he was exhausted.

Mo Yang couldn't help calling him: "Master."

The bottom of my heart is like falling into an ice cave.

He thought of a way, that is to carry Wang Chan down to find Xianfeng, and go to the elders of Xianzong for treatment.He is too young to see what kind of disease it is, but the elders must know it.

In a hurry, Mo Yang didn't think much about it, his face was pale, he put away the piano, and wanted to pull him——

But the moment he touched him, his pupils dilated and he fell to the ground.

The boundless snow and moon outside the hall seem gentle and bright, and a ray of breeze is sent into the hall.The master sits on the throne, as if warm and affectionate, letting the disciples lean on him.

But Mo Yang was trembling, his whole body was trembling, he wanted to cry out in pain, but he couldn't break free at all, he was about to be torn apart by this filth and evil thoughts as mighty and majestic as the black sea.

It came from the throne, piercing and torturing him.

He seemed to be lying on a bottomless abyss, the abyss was blocked by a huge log, but he was stared at by the blood-red pupils leaking from the gap, and smiled ferociously at him.

It seems to say that after eating this cork, he will be the next one.

It was only a hair's breadth away, and Mo Yang was about to be swallowed completely, but the evil thoughts as vast as the sea still couldn't swallow him.

Because in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness a little light gradually lit up, like a jade in the rough, but unyielding, tenaciously maintained a little bit of his sanity.

So he can keep his eyes open and fight against this black mist.

But he was in too much pain, too much pain.

He can't take it anymore.

When can it end?

Tears flowed from Mo Yang's eyes, silently and uncontrollably.

At this moment, a warm and dry hand slowly lifted up and stroked the back of his head.

Wang Chan opened his eyes, and the powerful and upright immortal energy was input to protect this young disciple.

He has been awake since the beginning.

Xian Yuan peeled off Mo Yang's head that was attached to his thigh, and lifted him up with spiritual power, away from the throne.

Wang Chan cast spells to erase Mo Yang's memory of breaking into the main hall tonight, and also blocked the record of the strange creature in his sea of ​​consciousness, and sent the disciple away from the main hall and flew to the small courtyard.

Mo Yang's open eyes gradually closed, unconscious.

Wang Chan sat on the throne and watched him leave.

After a while, he said slowly: "Go."

Go ahead.

On the second day, Mo Yang woke up in a daze.

When he woke up, he was lying on the bed with the quilt covered, but he felt a little cold.

And I don't remember at all how he came back yesterday.

Probably Wu Yu sent him back.

Mo Yang's eyes blurred for a moment, and a little gray flashed, making him ignore this question.

After washing and changing his clothes, Mo Yang took a last look around the small courtyard where he had lived for 18 years, and finally looked towards the main hall.

Today is the day when he left the sect, but the master still didn't come to see him.

Probably he was practicing, he would have to retreat for ten days and half a month, not to mention the immortal.

Gathering up his mind, Mo Yang left a jade slip on the table and said to the air, "Master, I can't say goodbye in person. This is a letter from my disciple. Please read it when you have time."

Then he bowed from a distance, and Yu Jian flew out of Xunxian Peak.

A small boat traveled thousands of miles into the sky, overlooking the snowy mountains of Xizhou, the originally unattainable peak gradually fell behind him.

When he came out of Xuefeng, Mo Yang vaguely felt a gaze on him, looking at him from afar.

He couldn't help but turned his head again, but because it was too far away, he couldn't see clearly.

……

Mo Yang passed through the Zongmen's teleportation array, and soon came to the shore agreed with the Shui tribe.

The aquarium that came to pick him up was already waiting there. Mo Yang hadn't found it before, but when he was looking for it, a huge wave suddenly surged in the distance of the sea, and a huge fish jumped out of the sea——

The long sound shook the sea area, and the sprayed water column reflected a brilliant rainbow.

Seventh-order monster, swallow the sea!

It is equivalent to a monk in the out-of-body period!

Tunhai has the blood of the ancient Kunpeng, and because of its status, there is no need to personally pick up a small Jindan cultivator.

But a few months ago, Xianzun personally went to the Hai Clan and asked him to pick up his only disciple by name.

Because the Kun leaps in the sea and travels thousands of miles.

Tunhai spit out the water polo and wrapped him inside.Mo Chao accepted obediently. Although the Shui tribe could take him to Central Continent through the ancestral land, it was impossible for him to see the route.

Tunhai put Mo Cai in his mouth, led him straight down to the deep sea, and rushed to the ancestral land.