Chapter 21 Farewell

Seeing that the horrible thunder pillar was about to fall on Guo Mo, the little dragonfly on Guo Mo's right arm turned into a touch of streamer and rushed out of Guo Mo's arm. As the little dragonfly rushed out, the thunder pillar actually changed its target and chased after the little dragonfly.

With a "bang", the originally bruised little dragonfly was bombarded into the deep pit by the shocking thunder pillar, and there was no news, and the thunder disaster in the sky seemed to have completed its mission and slowly dissipated.

Guo Moqiang endured the injury and ran to the deep pit. The scene in front of him made his heart hurt to the extreme. He saw that Xiaojiao was covered with blood, black, his whole body was like mud, paralyzed in the pit, and there was no longer the original fierceness.

Guo Mo jumped to Xiaojiao's side and put the little Jiao that had been split back into his arms. Feeling the familiar breath, Xiaojiao said weakly, "Master, it's my honor to meet you. I can only be your favorite in my next life!" The words fell to the ground, his head was tilted, and there was no more breath.

Guo Mo roared "ah" and was extremely sad, constantly shaking Xiaojiao's body, "Xiaojiao, don't die, I will save you!"

"Ky, don't shake it!" An old breath appeared in Guo Mo's ear, and St. Peter in a white robe emerged from the ring.

Looking at the figure in front of him, Guo Mo suddenly was overjoyed, "Senior, save him!"

St. Peter smiled and made a move, and the ancient dragon scepter appeared in his hand and shouted, "Holy light shines!"

A milky light came from St. Peter's hand and turned into a miniature sun, shooting out a soft holy light, like running water, shining thinly on the body of the little dragonfly, covering the whole body of the little dragonfly.

With the continuous bathing of the holy light, Xiaojiao's rotten wound began to recover slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally recovered as before.

Looking at the original little Jiao, St. Peter was relieved and looked at Guo Mo's worried expression and said, "Don't worry, he just survived the thunder disaster and fell into a deep sleep. He will wake up in a few years!"

Guo Mo was relieved, "Little Jiao, have a good sleep! Wake up early! The power of the contract, collect!" A suction took back the little dragonfly and looked at the tattoo on his arm. Then Guo Mo looked at St. Peter.

"Senior, aren't you absorbing the spiritual power of the wind god? Why so fast?"

"Haha, it's not that fast. I just came out to say hello to you. I can't help you for a long time in the future. I want to refine the spirit of Fengshen wholeheartedly, so you should be more careful in the future!"

After saying that, under Guo Mo's gaze, he got into the ring and looked at the inconspicuous ring. Guo Mo sighed in his heart. How many times did St. Peter save him? If he hadn't taken action, he would have died several times! But now, even he is going to disappear for a period of time. Guo Mo can't help but be very depressed. He lost two major help in a day, and they are both deeply emotional people. This kind of loss is really not enough to eliminate it for a while.

Listening to the shouts on the pit, Guo Mo had to hide this loss deeply, because this group of green people had recognized him as the master, and he could not infect this sadness to them again.

The wings shook, and the purple dragon wings came out of their shoulders. A shaking, they appeared at the edge of the pit and smiled at the green people and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Everyone looked at Guo Mo's unscathed appearance, so they were no longer worried. They did not know the effect of St. Peter's forbidden spell just now.

"Pf patriarch, do you think there is a transmission array on those five floors? Then why don't you Qingluan family go to the mainland to reproduce? Guo Mo was not shy at all and went straight to the point. After all, there are still so many brothers in the family who are worried about him, and some people are looking forward to his return.

Listening to Guo Mo's words, the patriarch's face showed bitterness, "The owner doesn't know that it's not that our Qingluan clan is unwilling to return to the mainland, but because the wind temple is too strange. The first floor is okay, but some seventh-order and eighth-order wind element people, while the second floor is a complete eighth-order wind element puppet, and the third floor is all adult. Wind demon! As for the fourth and fifth floors, I don't know. After all, the master of our Qingluan family was only driven off when he reached the third floor, and no one has ever been there since.

Listening to the patriarch's words, Guo Mo couldn't help but look solemn and asked, "Is there any other way to the mainland?"

"No, there is only one way to return to the mainland in the historical records of our Qingluan family!"

"Then why can some green ruling fly to the canyon?"

"The owner doesn't know that it is only once in three years, and it can only be encountered in three years. On that day, the wind in the canyon is the weakest and the suction is the weakest, so it can fly out."

Once in three years, listening to the patriarch's words, Guo Mo was very depressed. Obviously, he was not willing to wait for three years. "It seems that he has to go through!"

"Qingfeng patriarch, you will come back to the clan now and organize your people to train well. The next time I come here, it will be when you return to the mainland!"

"Yes, master!"

"Don't call me master in the future, just call me young master!" Guo Mo said that his wings spread and turned into a drifting wind and flew towards the temple.

A group of green Luan talked about it later.

"Psm, I don't know what you think of this person!" A white-haired Qingluan asked the patriarch.

The patriarch's eyes were bright, and there was no longer a servile slave. Looking at Guo Mo's back, he shook his head and sighed, "I don't know. Anyway, this son is the person predicted in history books. I think he has something unique after all. If this son can really take us back to the mainland, what's not a blessing!"

"Yes, yes, looking at the power of the thunderstorm, it is so fierce that this son is safe and sound, and the ninth-level warcraft saw the eighth-order evil water green dragon a few days ago?" Another elderly Qingluan echoed.

"Yes, that's a ninth-order warcraft. Our Qingluan clan hasn't appeared for many years!"

"In this case, we might as well send some masters from the clan to follow him and help him to see if he can break out!" An elderly Qingluan proposed.

This question made all the Qingluan fall into thinking.

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Guo Mo said goodbye to Qingluan and flew towards the temple at a galloping speed. In a short time, he entered the first floor. There were no more wind elements on the empty floor. Guo Mo looked around and found a large step more than ten meters wide in the middle.

Guo Mo knew that this was the step to the next floor. Without any hesitation, he put away his wings, stepped on the steps, and walked towards the second floor step by step. Knowing that when Guo Mo was about to finish the step, a strange light emitted from Guo Mo and his whole body disappeared.