This Xiyuan Demon Venerable is a generous person, and he has only been away for less than an hour, and he has prepared a variety of things for Mao Qing.

Red hibiscus flower bottom, gold thread hooked edge of the costume. There seems to be a golden light circulating between the hands and feet, and the wealth is extremely magnificent.

And that pair of small shoes is carved from nephrite. On the surface is the pattern of the phoenix chick ring, and it is surrounded by ethereal clouds of velvet.

Mao Qing settled down, took out the posture he had learned in Lang Chunyuan, and slowly walked into the room of the Xiyuan Demon Venerable with graceful lotus steps.

Lowering his eyes and saying nothing, he sat down beside him half-shyly and half-gently.

The right hand is slightly hidden in the sleeve, and the crank hosta is tightly held in the palm of the hand.

Xiyuan Demon Venerable sat close to him with a faint smile on his face, and looked at Mao Qing very carefully from top to bottom.

"This red color is also very suitable for you. In a flirtatious tone, one hand over her face, the other down...

Suddenly, he pinched the right hand hidden in his sleeve, pulled it in front of his eyes, stared at the hairpin, and rushed to the crown angrily: "I knew that you shouldn't be so easy, what is this?"

"Of course this is here to kill you!" Mao Qing pushed away the Demon Venerable with one palm, and the Qu Qing sword took shape and slashed straight at him.

The Demon Venerable frowned, although he hurriedly responded to the enemy, but the sword of Mao Qing was very calm.

"You should understand that you have a few pounds and a few taels, and the same tricks won't work for me!"

Mao Qing smiled disappreciatively. His eyes shifted, and he looked proudly at Ziyu's sudden assistance from the side.

As graceful as a swimming dragon, the purple jade slammed into the vest of the Xiyuan Demon Venerable with a palm as swift as electricity.

Demon Venerable's body was shocked and moved slightly, the qi and blood in his body surged, and a trace of blood overflowed from his lips.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and forced his strength to continue his strength, and his backhand was another blow.

Ziyu didn't expect him to resist so much, he didn't dodge in a hurry, he suffered this blow and was hit into the corner by Yu Li.

Blood immediately ran down his forehead, staining half of his vision.

Ziyu gritted her teeth and stared at the Xiyuan Demon Venerable, her hateful gaze wishing to directly devour him alive.

Hao Qing immediately ran over to help him, wanting to check on his injuries.

Ziyu grabbed Mao Qing and jumped onto the stone bed of the Demon Venerable, pressing a bulge on the wall.

The stone bed immediately flipped over, and the two fell into a tunnel together.

Mao Qing was stunned for a moment: This is the export? Isn't Ziyu unaware?

"Let's go, go to the ground first!, he's catching up!" Ziyu said in a deep voice, pale.

Mao Qing nodded, and had no time to dig deeper, so he quickly rushed to the top of the abyss with the purple jade.

Mo Yi was anxiously standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down, when suddenly a wild wind rushed out from the bottom of the abyss.

He covered his sleeves to resist, but before he could react, two figures flashed in front of him, and it was Mao Qing who rushed out with Ziyu.

Mao Qing was dressed in red, and because he thought the jade shoes were heavy, he abandoned them in the tunnel. The figure fluttered like a frightening wave, falling in Mo Yi's eyes like a scorching flame.

The worry in their hearts was finally half let go, and before they could move to Mao Qing's side, a golden figure followed them, and it was none other than the Xiyuan Demon Venerable.

As soon as Mao Qingfu landed, Ziyu immediately turned around and shouted: "Throw it over!"

Comprehending, Mao Qing stepped forward and threw the vial containing the purple liquid over.

I thought that I could slow down the action of the Xiyuan Demon Venerable, but I didn't want to have an unexpected effect on Mao Qing.

As soon as the purple liquid touched the Xiyuan Demon Venerable, a huge purple light net was immediately spread out around him, and it was locked inside together with Mao Qing.

"Soul Locking Array!!" Xiyuan Demon Venerable suddenly exclaimed, and knelt on the ground in pain.

"Ah!!h I wanted to escape, but I was locked up tightly, and I couldn't get out.

"Ahem~" covered his mouth and coughed, and a large area of blood poured out and fell on the ground under his feet, like a demonic red lotus.

Mo Yi's heart tightened, and he rushed forward, wanting to pull Mao Qing out. It's just that as soon as he touched the purple phantom net, it was violently bounced away.

"It's... What's going on?" Mo Yi turned to look at Ziyu.

It's just that as soon as he came into contact with Ziyu's eyes, he was stunned.

Ziyu raised her hand and wiped the blood from her lips, and slowly stood up, her eyes full of indescribable killing aura.

Xiyuan Demon Venerable looked at Ziyu's appearance fixedly, although his body was in pain, there was a playful smile on his lips: "It turns out that you are... The last person of the Purple Spirit Serpent Clan..."

"Purple Spirit Snake... Ziyu?" Hao Qing was so painful that she couldn't think, she couldn't understand such a purple jade.

The Xiyuan Demon Venerable smiled extremely darkly, and he didn't seem to feel how terrible it was waiting for him.

He turned to face Mao Qing with a hint of sympathy: "Do you know that you are being used by him! This soul locking array is used to consume your cultivation to destroy my soul! It won't be long before you and I will be gone." You seem to be still in the dark, how pitiful..."

Her eyes widened, and there was a roar in her mind, and she felt that she really couldn't understand the meaning of this Xiyuan Demon Venerable.

"Is what he said true?" Mo Yi understood. He grabbed Ziyu's sleeve and questioned in a deep voice.

Ziyu didn't even turn her gaze for two points, but just said the word 'yes' lightly.

"Stop! Our purpose is not to kill this so-called Xiyuan Demon Venerable! Now that you have collected this strange formation, we still have a chance to escape!" Mo Yi shook the purple jade, his eyes red from bloodshot.

"Escape, why do I want to escape? Your purpose is for that uncommendable broken wish, and my purpose is to kill him! I want to kill him, I must kill him!" Xiyuan Demon Venerable--Lou Qianchou !!" Ziyu shouted hatefully.

"Lou Qianchou.." The chaotic mind suddenly became clear. Yes, she'd heard the name.

When they were in the Forest of All Souls, elves and elves had nothing to do, and they all liked to use some major events that happened between heaven and earth as a topic for chatting.

Seven hundred years ago, there was a very big topic that occupied the gossip list for more than two months.

That was the Demon Venerable Lou Zhige who didn't know where at that time killed the Purple Spirit Snake clan in order to save his only son's life, and refined a blood pill with the blood of the whole clan, renewing the child's life.

It's just that in the end, because he went against the sky, the sin was too heavy, and he suffered a catastrophe from heaven, and his soul was scattered. And the child who inherited the title of Lou Zhige Demon Venerable seems to be called Lou Qianchou.

If Ziyu is the last descendant of the Purple Spirit Snake Clan, then he wanted to use his life to destroy Lou Qianchou who had swallowed the blood of the entire clan in his life. Thinking of this, Mao Qing was inexplicably a little uncomfortable.

It's ridiculous to think about, but it seems that she is really going to die at the hands of this Ziyu, whom she has mistaken for a friend.

Wu Zi hung his head, but Lou Qianchou's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "If you are willing to believe me, we don't have to die." ”

Mao Qing's expression moved, she really didn't want to die yet.

"You are the center of this Soul Locking Circle, as long as you recite the reverse spell, you can stop. Of course, you also know the consequences, you will lose five hundred years of cultivation in vain, and you will not be able to get back what you have just consumed. Lou Qianchou bothered his body and secretly conveyed these words to Mao Qing.

Mao Qing looked at him and nodded blankly. She really wanted to end this unbearable pain as soon as possible, whether it was life or death or an early end.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust..."Hao Qing recited the so-called reverse mantra according to Lou Qianchou's instructions.

The earth began to shake, and the jagged rocks began to move restlessly.

"Frustrate its sharpness, resolve its conflicts, and its light, and its dust..."The last word spat out, and the net of the purple phantom suddenly contracted, and finally turned into a small snake-like object, which hit Mao Qing's chest.

It was dark in front of him, and he fainted heavily.

Seeing that the Soul Locking Array had been broken, the Xiyuan Demon Venerable Lou Qianchou immediately dragged his injured body back to the Western Abyss.

Mo Yi staggered over and picked up Mao Qing, who had fallen to the ground.

"Haoqing!Haoqing!" shook her body and called her name.

It's just that her thick eyelashes, which are as soft as a pampas reed, are tightly closed, and her lips are pale and bloodless. The red robe on his body was stained even deeper by the blood that had been vomited.

Breathing is weak, as if it will stop in the next second.

Holding her hand tightly, the side of Mo Yi's face was cold and slippery, and without warning, large tears dripped down on Mao Qing's face.

Mao Qing felt that his body was very light, and he got rid of the pain of stirring his heart and lungs, and he felt that such weakness was a rare relief.

It's just that because of the vain loss of nearly a thousand years of cultivation, the mind has suddenly dispersed a lot, and it is still a little difficult to recondense it.

It seemed that someone was calling her name, and that kind of sad voice was a little familiar.

Is it raining? Something liquid is sliding down the lips little by little, bitter, sour... What will it be?

After struggling for a long time, she finally opened her eyes slowly.

Stunned, she seemed to have never seen Mo Yi's painful expression.

It's just that in a blink of an eye, Xu saw her wake up, and a bright color suddenly appeared in her eyes.

Mao Qing looked at him indifferently, and before he could say anything, he was hugged tightly, tightly into his arms.

Sticking to the heart of the mortal who was beating fast, touching the body temperature that was slightly higher than his own, Mao Qing was a little relieved.

I wanted to laugh at his weakness, I wanted to bite him as usual, but in the end, I patted him on the back, as if comforting, and whispered: "Don't worry, I'm fine, it's too good!

Her faint cloud-like voice rang in her ears, and Mo Yi's heart finally settled down, aware of her strangeness and gaffe, and let go of her embrace.

"I'm so tired, carry me to Ziyu. Mao Qing tried his best to pull out a smile and said in a very low voice.

Seeing that Mo Yi didn't move, he added another sentence: "It's okay, he won't kill me." I just wanted to ask..."

Biting her lip unwillingly, she finally responded to her request, picked her up horizontally, and slowly walked towards Ziyu.

Ziyu was still sitting in place in a daze, his eyes were already dead, what he had been waiting for was today, and he didn't expect it to end like this.

"How can this be, kill him, I'm going to kill him..."The lips opened and closed, the voice was hoarse, and the eyes were glazed.

"Put me down. Mao Qing said softly.

Sitting near him with Mo Yi's arms, looking at his desperate appearance, Mao Qing felt that he couldn't get angry.

After being silent for a long time, Fang said, "Ziyu, I want to hear the truth." ”

"Heh~" chuckled self-deprecatingly, his shoulders shook slightly, "Isn't it just what you see and think? Yes, I wanted to take advantage of you from the beginning! You were defenseless and believed in me too much." I told you a long time ago that I have the blood of the snake clan in my body, and it has been cold in my body for countless seasons, you say, how can you trust cold-blooded people?

Hearing this, Mao Qing sighed, adjusted his chaotic breathing, and muttered: "Lane Chunyuan... When you were in Chunyuan, the fabricated life experience you told Yinniang was actually an insinuation of yourself, right? Now that I think about your expression at that time, I seem to be able to understand a little..."Mao Qing turned to something else, and his eyes were slowly full of sympathy.