It had been seven days since Mo Qi disappeared, and Nanchen lowered his eyes. All the villages near Qingming Mountain, the dense forests of large and small mountain ranges have been searched, and there is no trace of Mo Qi at all.

Nanchen frowned, turned around and walked into the dark room behind the screen in the study.

Take out the flute-shaped jade pendant from his sleeve, and with a little luck, the jade pendant floats in the air. Nanchen's hands were sealed, and the purple-gold aura slowly revealed in the jade pendant. The aura slowly condensed into a butterfly shape in the air, fluttered his wings twice, Nanchen's face slowly became pale, the Indian style in his hand changed rapidly, and the white light rose all over his body, and the white light seemed to be attracted by the purple butterfly, and they all went towards the butterfly, and as soon as they touched the purple ***, they were absorbed by the butterfly, and the purple butterfly slowly became larger, and it was still absorbing the white light on Nanchen's body.

Nanchen's face became more and more pale, and some fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?" came the voice of the crane boy outside.

"Here. Nanchen replied softly.

As soon as the crane boy turned the screen, his face suddenly turned pale, and he stammered, "Jun...... Jun Shang ...... You're ......."

Nanchen glanced at him, didn't speak, and continued to change the magic seal in his hand, the white light around his body was sheng, and the purple *** absorbed it all, as if he was full, he slowly flapped his wings a few times, spread his body, and burst into countless fluttershys and flew out.

Nanchen put down his hand and staggered back. Hetong hurriedly stepped forward to help, Nanchen waved his hand, "It's okay." As soon as he finished speaking, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Crane Tong hurriedly turned out of the screen and took a glass of water, ran in again, and handed the water to Nanchen, "How can it be okay, this is a forbidden technique!"

The technique used by Nanchen is the Ancient Secret Soul Devouring Tracking Technique, which can rely on the trace of breath left by the traced person to find the whereabouts of the tracked person, but the caster must use the aura of his own primordial spirit to nourish the soul eater beast, so that it can eat first before it will shatter into a soul chasing butterfly to find the whereabouts of the tracked person. Moreover, the more powerful the person cultivates, the greater the Yuan Shen Qi consumed, and once you start casting, you can't stop, you must feed the Soul Eater, if you stop suddenly, the Soul Eater will start to devour the caster's Yuan Shen because it is not satisfied, and if you are not careful or can't support it, the Yuan Shen will be eaten clean and wiped out.

Moreover, when the Soul Eater Beast devours the Yuan Shen Qi, the caster will have a pain like ten thousand ants eroding the bones, and it is completely impossible to use other spells to transfer this pain, otherwise it will also frighten the Soul Eater and cause it to devour the Yuan Shen.

This technique was too evil and difficult to control, so it was banned by the Celestial Clan a thousand years ago.

"Now is not the time to talk about this, go burn incense. Nanchen raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said to Hetong.

If the Soul Eater Butterfly does not return within the time of a stick of incense, it proves that the tracked person no longer exists between heaven and earth, that is, it has been annihilated.

Crane Boy had tears in his eyes and gritted his teeth, "Yes!" he said and quickly ran out of the dark room and burned an incense stick in the study.

"Nanchen...... Nanchen ...... "Mo Qi was running in a dark place, there was a faint light in front of him, and there was a faint person standing in the light, with black hair and white clothes, and his posture was outstanding. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, Mo Qi just knew that that person was Nanchen, and she tried her best to run towards his position, but that figure always kept a certain distance from her, and she couldn't get close even if she tried her best.

"Nanchen !!" Mo Qi shouted out anxiously, opening his eyes violently. Because of the exertion, there was a cone pain in the wrist and ankle.

Mo Qi lowered his head, his wrists and ankles were nailed to the wall with iron nails, and the blood was stained with iron chains, which looked a little mottled. With a little exertion, a bone-chilling pain came.

Mo Qi endured the pain and looked at the man sitting on the chair in front of him, Qianyu!

"How is it, little beauty, I have suffered a little, have you learned to be obedient? Qian Yu seemed to be in a good mood, and her fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, "You said that you, if you have been obedient and obedient, when I am my wife, why should you suffer this crime." ”

"Phew, you deserve it!" Every time Mo Qi said a word, his strength disappeared a point, and the consciousness that gradually woke up made the pain in his hands, feet and shoulders clearer.

"Tut-tut, you didn't say that a few days ago, and your current attitude really makes me very sad. Qian Yu made a sad look, but the coolness in his eyes was obvious.

"Heh, in this situation, is it interesting for you to pretend to be like this again. Mo Qi sneered.

"Huh?" Qian Yu tugged at the corners of her mouth, "It's still so hard, it seems that I'm too kind to you." Qian Yu turned into an iron whip in his hand and slowly got up, "It seems that I still have to give you a little bit more, a little lesson." As he spoke, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he whipped Mo Qi.

Mo Qi twitched in pain, gritted his teeth, and before he could say a word, new blood flowed out of his wrist. Blood was also oozing from his body.

Qian Yu saw Mo Qi's bloody appearance, and his eyes flashed with excitement, "Yo, little beauty, I didn't expect you to look delicate, but you can bear it, but I don't know, if you can bear it with my whip." As he spoke, he raised his hand and whipped again.

Mo Qi closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come.

"Childe! No ......"

Before the expected pain arrived, an exclamation was heard from outside the dungeon. But before the words could be spoken, there was no sound.

Qian Yu turned his head with a grim face.

When Mo Qi opened his eyes, he saw Nanchen, dressed in white, standing at the door of the dungeon with a sword.

"Nanchen ......" Mo Qi was a little stunned.

Nanchen stood with his sword in his hand, against the light, he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, and there was a murderous aura around his body, and the blood on the Qingying Sword fell at his feet drop by drop, and his body was not stained at all.

"What......" The guards beside Qian Yu were just about to speak, but Nanchen suddenly moved, his sword flashed, and the guards were already in a different place.

Nanchen raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Qi, his hands and feet were nailed to the wall, a big hole in his shoulder, and a whip mark on his body. Covered in blood.

The look in Nanchen's eyes darkened, and he instantly moved in front of Mo Qi, waved his hand, removed the iron nail that imprisoned Mo Qi, and took Mo Qi in his arms.

"Don't be afraid. Nanchen looked at Mo Qi in his arms and comforted him softly.

The fear and pain that had been felt for many days seemed to have finally found an outlet, Mo Qi opened his mouth, and finally did not say a word, but shed tears.

Nanchen placed Mo Qi by the wall and looked up at Qian Yu, the murderous intent in his eyes growing. "Benjun wants your life. ”

Saying that, he attacked Qianyu. Qian Yu dodged left and right, and from time to time grabbed the guards and maids around him to block in front of him, and Nanchen killed them all one by one.

Qian Yu swung his whip to meet Nanchen's sword that stabbed at his heart, and quickly distanced himself from Nanchen.

"Surveyor of the Heavens, be merciful to your subordinates, do you know who I am. Qian Yu gasped slightly.

"Stay with Yan Jun to talk about it. "Nanchen's offensive is unabated, and he is killed.

Qian Yu struggled to face the battle, and said unrelentingly, "I am the prince of the demon clan!"

"Demon Prince? Hmph, then you deserve to die even more. Nanchen picked up Qianyu's iron whip with a sword and sneered, "Benjun has changed his mind, you shouldn't go to hell, prepare to die in the smoke." ”

Qian Yu watched the murderous aura around Nanchen become stronger, and exclaimed, "If you dare to hurt me today, aren't you afraid that the Heavenly Clan and the Demon Clan will fight again!"

"Hmph, five thousand years ago, Benjun was not afraid, do you think that Benjun will be afraid of your demon clan today? "Nanchen's sword style is not weak, Qian Yu has been unable to dodge, and his shoulder is pierced.

Qianyu shouted. There was panic in his eyes.

"If you had known you were afraid, you shouldn't have touched her. After finishing speaking, he broke Qianyu's tendons and tendons one after another.

"Stop, stop!!" Qian Yu screamed. "It's Mu Ling! it's Mu Ling who asked me to catch her!" Qian Yu shouted as she crawled towards the door of the dungeon.

Nanchen's subordinates paused, squinting dangerously. It's really Mu Ling.

In the gap between Nanchen's men, a figure flashed at the door in an instant, taking Qian Yu away, dropping a spiritual thunderbolt, and with a bang, the entrance to the dungeon was blown down.

Nanchen didn't care about him, turned around and flashed to Mo Qi's side, picked up Mo Qi, set up a shield, and rushed out with a light tiptoe.

The dungeon collapsed completely behind him.

Mo Qi was lying in Nanchen's arms, the blood on his body polluted Nanchen's body, and Mo Qi frowned.

Nanchen thought it was Mo Qi's wound pain, and said softly: "Bear with me, I'll help you heal when you go back." ”

Mo Qi shook his head lightly, hesitated for a while, and still grabbed the placket on Nanchen's chest, "Nanchen...... I don't hurt ......."

Nanchen looked at Mo Qi's hand holding the placket of his clothes, and his heart tightened. This time she was really injured, Xu was really scared, so she clung to herself so tightly.

"Don't be afraid. I assure you that this will never happen again. After Nanchen finished speaking, he slowly transmitted true qi to Mo Qi's body to alleviate her pain.

The pain gradually became less clear, Mo Qi felt a little tired, and his eyes gradually couldn't open, but Mo Qi was afraid that this was just an illusion, as soon as he closed his eyes, when he opened them, he was nailed to the dungeon again, enduring the pain of eroding bones.

Nanchen looked at Mo Qi's efforts to force him to open his eyes, his heart froze, he didn't know why he felt this way, maybe it was a side effect of the Soul Devouring Tracking Technique just now.

"Sleep in peace, we'll be home soon, I'll be there all the time." Nanchen gently tightened Mo Qidao in his arms.

"Good ......" Mo Qi seemed to be unable to bear the fatigue of his body, and finally fell asleep slowly.

Nanchen looked down at Mo Qi, covered in blood, wounded everywhere, his face was pale, and his cherry red lips were usually bloodless, even because of blood loss, there were already cracks, there were still tears on his eyelashes, and there were still tear stains on his face, even when he was asleep, his hands were tightly clutching his clothes, as if he was afraid that if he let go, he would disappear. The wounds on the wrists, ankles, and shoulders were piercing back and forth, and the bleeding had stopped, but the flesh was turned out, which was very horrible.

Nanchen's eyes darkened, Mu Ling.