After Luo Qing fell into a coma, without the suppression of the aura, the demonic energy made a violent comeback again, and the black marks quickly spread all over the body, and soon, Luo Qing's face was also covered with black marks, looking extremely hideous.

"Cold ......" A chill that suddenly seeped out of his bones made Luo Qing, who was unconscious, curl up, his lips became purple, and his eyelashes and eyebrows were slowly covered with frost, and then connected. Not only that, but the cold air was centered around her, spreading in all directions, and every time she passed, that place would be covered in ice and snow.

It's just that when the cold air passed by the bouquet of flowers on the square table, which looked like blood and could not be named, it was scalded, and the mist rose.

The stamens of the flower swayed from side to side consciously without wind, and the fragrance became more and more intense.

It was like encountering a nemesis, the spread of cold was losing and retreating, the ice and snow were shattered, and the interior was warmed up. The spiritual power in Luo Qing's body also mobilized, the frost on his body melted, and the black marks gradually disappeared.

The sky gradually darkened, and finally, Luo Qing opened his mouth and spit out a wisp of black gas, and his face returned to pale.

The flower shimmered in the darkness, and followed the aura to repair Luo Qing's damaged meridians.

It took two days for this demonic energy to be completely suppressed, and it was only on the third day that Luo Qing opened his eyes, and the essence in his eyes flashed, and then disappeared, shrouded in a warm glow again.

I see, she thought she knew the reason why Luo Qing hadn't become a demon for a long time before.

Luo Qing got up and looked at the bouquet of flowers on the square table, this was a nightmare flower.

Nightmare flowers, which are only grown in the land of the gods in the legend, are transformed by the essence and blood spiritual power of the immortals after the fall of the gods, the flowers are like blood, the dark fragrance floats, and never withers.

It is rumored that the Nightmare Flower can suppress the demonic energy, relieve the poison of the world, and apply it to the face to transform the face. What's more, if you take it, it can greatly increase your cultivation.

She was becoming more and more curious about how the original body got these treasures.

It's just a pity that although the Nightmare Flower can help suppress the demonic energy, it can't eradicate it. If the demonic energy is not eliminated, it has always been a hidden danger, but now it is only one step at a time.

It just so happened that today was the day to go to the Sword Fighting Sect.

"Master?"

Luo Qing collided with Mo Zhao, who was stepping out of Linghua Courtyard, and when Mo Zhao saw that it was her, his eyes flashed with joy, "Master, are you out of the customs?"

Mo Zhao has also changed into the dress of an inner disciple now, and he looks energetic and in a much better state.

Mo Zhao asked while quietly looking at Luo Qing's face. Seeing that her face was as usual, I was relieved.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

Luo Qing nodded and said, "As a teacher, I want to go to the Sword Fighting Sect today, and you go with me." “

"Me?" Mo Zhao was surprised, "What are you taking me for?"

"Why, don't you want to meet that elder?"

Luo Qing said lightly, but Mo Zhao clenched his fists suddenly, how could she know who actually said it in front of her, if she let herself know......

Mo Zhao lowered his head slightly, his eyes were full of cruelty, and a slight glance made people shudder.

Luo Qing saw him lowering his head and thought that he was afraid and unwilling, but she only remembered later that the name in the mouth of the person who was scolded by the Sword Sect was Mo Zhao, and now looking at Mo Zhao's reaction, she knew that she had not guessed wrong.

That person is also ruthless, and he can be so vicious to a child, so harsh. Thinking of Mo Zhao's scarred arms when they first met, Luo Qing raised his hand, and a flying sword appeared in his hand.

The sword was three feet six inches long, the hilt was slightly longer and wrapped in a circle of white cloth, the sword body was extremely thin, and the body was blue and clear in the sun, and the tail of the sword was straight and cold.

"This sword is given to you now, and you may name it yourself. “

"For me?" Mo Zhao looked at her in surprise, but still took it with both hands and touched it with great cherishment.

Speaking of which, in his past and present lives, the few kind gifts he received came from her, even though they may not seem worth mentioning to her.

Mo Zhao's eyebrows softened, "Then call it Asah." “

The bright moonlight scorched the morning sun.

"Master Xie, I like it very much. Mo Zhao's lips curled up slightly.

Luo Qing looked at him and smiled, "If you like it, how about it, would you like to go with Master?"

"Huh?"

Looking into Luo Qing's serious eyes, Mo Zhao reacted at this time, did he turn out that he was coaxed as a child?

An indescribable emotion spread in the bottom of his heart, and Mo Zhao's ears were hot, and he turned his head a little embarrassed.

The heart was beating excitedly, this feeling was a little embarrassing, but it made him want to grasp it desperately.

"When, of course. “

When Luo Qing arrived at the Sword Fighting Sect with Mo Zhao, some disciples were already waiting outside the door, and when they saw the two of them arriving, they hurriedly welcomed people in.

Mo Zhao followed in silence, his air pressure low. Looking at everything familiar and unfamiliar around me, the past comes to mind one by one. It seems that he has only been away for a few days, but in fact, he has been separated by a whole life.

The Battle Sword Sect was his yearning when he was young, and it was also a nightmare he would never forget.

"Mo Zhao!"

Mo Zhao's footsteps stopped abruptly, and the voice ...... A wisp of black gas quietly crossed his eyes. "Lu Er. “

Everything in his previous life was due to Him!

"Sure enough, it's you! You little rabbit cub is quite good at hiding! If you have the ability, don't show up for the rest of your life, see how I clean you up now!"

As soon as Lu Er saw Mo Zhao's figure, he was about to rush forward and twist his ears when he was about to get closer, a flying sword swished in the middle and buzzed slightly, as long as Lu Er dared to take a step forward, he would cut off his hand.

Lu Er was startled and hurriedly retreated, only to find that there was a woman standing in front of Mo Zhao.

Seeing that it was a woman, Lu Er's panicked expression immediately changed to disdain, "It turned out to be a woman, it scared me, where did you come from, dare to meddle in the Sword Sect?!No wonder the little rabbit cub dared not come back for so long, it turned out to be someone else, I just don't know ......"

Luo Qing listened to Lu Er's teasing and sneering, and the expression on his face was still the same, while Mo Zhao got up early to kill, and looked at him like he was looking at a dead man.

The disciple who brought the two of them in was frightened by Lu Er's big words, and his scalp was numb, and he stopped him repeatedly, "Elder, don't talk nonsense, this is!"

"What is it!" Lu Er interrupted loudly without waiting for him to finish, "How can you speak here!"

"You!" the disciple was very angry with him. An inner disciple was actually torn off his face and thrown to the ground by the elders of the outer gate in public. In anger, the sword was about to be unsheathed, "Elder, if you don't stop talking, don't blame the disciple for being rude!"

"Okay, here you go. Lu Er rolled up his sleeves like a splash, "I want to see if you dare to be rude to me." “

The two were about to fight, when they suddenly heard a sound in the crowd, "The sect master is here", and then the rest of the people scattered like birds and beasts.