149 sacrifice to protect the Lord

149 sacrifices to protect the Lord

Mo Jian had no knowledge before that Qingchan actually had this ability. When he was in a state of death, he suddenly became powerful.

What appears outside at this moment is just the virtual shadow of Qing Zen.

The original master of Qingchan is still in the Qiangong. There was a magnificent energy rolling all over his body that Mo Jian had never seen before. At the same time, Mo Jian also clearly felt that his vitality was rapidly weakening.

"Qing Chan, what's going on? What are you doing?" In the rapid flight that he had never experienced before, Mo Jian asked silently.

The two have always communicated with their minds. At this moment, Qingchan's thoughts are weak, and even the messages transmitted are extremely weak. Fortunately, this kind of divine exchange can know the other party's thoughts in a moment.

"Mo Jian, I'm afraid it's the only thing I can do for you! The old lion did not eat the hundreds of thousands of soul crystals before. Finally, some vitality was restored, and the soul seeds finally revived. Every spirit has a soul seed. It is the source of life that supports the spirit. The old lion himself did not expect that one day he would blow up the seeds of his soul.

The words introduced into the idea are already extremely weak, and the always manic Qing Zen is full of emotion at this moment: "My soul seed has been destroyed, and this energy will not last long, and it can only send you 30,000 miles away. Mo Jian, I can't be with you anymore. In the future, remember to be careful. I don't know how many strong people there are on this plane, and the ruthless are more like crucian carp crossing the river. You must have time to reach the top, but before you have this ability, you must know how to keep a low profile and protect yourself wisely. The way of cultivation, as you said, is to subvert the rules and change fate. But if you lose your life early, everything is false!"

"There are only so many heads of practitioners with more than four souls in the dry palace that the old lion can do for you."

At this time, Qing Chan's blue shadow, which was transformed at the cost of self-exploding soul seeds, still grabbed Mo Jian and ran rapidly in the air, and in an instant, he did not know how many distance he had crossed.

Mo Jian's eyes were tearful, and his whole body trembled. He said with difficulty, "Qing Chan, are you going to die?"

The green Zen in the Qiangong Palace, the magnificent energy sweeping around him has rapidly weakened, and his body is motionless, like a sculpture. The weak voice that came into Mo Jian's mind had a free and easy meaning. He clearly wanted to laugh as before, but there was no such strength at this moment: "Don't be sad! My Qingchan is just an artifact. If it hadn't been forged by the Zhennan Emperor, where could I be in the world? What does it matter if you die? Since I blow up the seeds of my soul for you, I am naturally willing. Qingchan has lived for nearly 20,000 years. Fortunately, I followed two excellent masters. The emperor of Zhennan respected me in the past, just like a brother. Although you are not very polite, I know the bottom of your heart and take me very seriously.

The transmission of divine thoughts suddenly slowed down, and Mo Jian's face was bloodless because of the shock. The weak voice slowed down a little and gently came: "My two generations of masters are both dragons and phoenixes among people. Although the Zhennan Emperor is the strongest at the top of the plane, your future achievements are far better! It's enough for a big man to go through a vigorous life..."

Speaking of this, Mo Jian clearly felt that the cyan virtual shadow suddenly slowed down a lot with his own speed. There was a great pain in his heart, tears rolled down, and he roared, "Qing Chan! Green Zen! Is there any way to save you? Tell me quickly!"

The cyan virtual shadow was originally in mid-air with Mo Jian, but now it quickly fell down.

"The Qing Emperor's heavenly bow... If you can find the Qing Emperor's heavenly bow, maybe I still have a life to come back. I don't know exactly..."

Bang!

As this idea stopped abruptly in Mo Jian's mind, the blue shadow suddenly disappeared. It just fell rapidly and is still insufficient. Mo Jian fell to the ground from a height of six meters. Looking at the dry palace, Qing Chan's body was lying motionless. At first, the energy on his body disappeared and there was no trace.

"Qing Zen! Qing Zen!" Mo Jian roared in his mind.

Qing Chan was unaware of it and did not move at all. It is clear that he has died.

Hot tears flowed out of his eyes, and Mo Jian still kept falling to the ground, stunned for a while, and suddenly pulled up his cheek fiercely. At first, Du Rulong suffered a serious internal injury in his hand, but now he exerted all his strength and vomited several mouthfuls of blood in his mouth.

On this journey of practice, Qing Chan is everywhere, and he is also a teacher and friend. In Mo Jian's heart, he is already his partner. I know more deeply that without Qing Zen, I can definitely reach today's place, and I am extremely grateful. Although he has never taken the initiative to propose, it has always regarded finding enough soul crystals to completely recover Qingchan as the first priority. Of course, this is to rely on the power of Qingchan, but it is more to let him see the sun again.

I never thought that my most loyal friends and partners would die.

All thoughts become empty in a blink of an eye.

Mo Jian's heart is sad and regretful. He also carried a chaotic charm on his body, and he hesitated for a moment before encountering Du Rulong and others. However, a chaotic rune is not safe to deal with the two powerful soul emperors. In addition, Lan Ya was willing to give up the fragments of the realm of condensed soul power for herself for this thing, and Dean Lan even let her mother Yesha leave. Although the two didn't say anything, Mo Jian knew that the chaotic charm was important to them. When the other party threw a peach, he rewarded him with a plum.

It's just such hesitation that he missed the best time and was strangled by Du Rulong's white bone. Even if he wanted to use this treasure again, it was too late.

How can you expect that just one thought will kill Qingchan?

If I had known this, Mo Jian would have tried anyway.

Mo Jian slowly got up. Although the tears had stopped, his heart was still heartbroken. Looking at Qing Chan's motionless body, he only felt that he had done too much for himself, but he had given him too little. For a moment, he scratched his heart like a hundred claws and secretly gritted his teeth and said, "Green Zen! Don't worry, I will definitely find the Qing Emperor to mend the heavenly bow, and I will definitely find a way to bring you back to life!"

turned to grab a black arrow, squeezed it into powder, and said secretly, "Otherwise, it should be such an arrow!"

The four heads were still in the dry palace. Mo Jian moved his mind and threw them all into the corner of the bright light treasure mirror. I just feel that this head is extremely dirty. How can it be placed on the side of Qingchan and stain his sleep? He launched the small reincarnation formula and turned into a 25-6-year-old young man.

Qing Chan died because he saved himself. From then on, it is natural to cherish this life. This is the first time that Mo Jian has deeply felt the preciousness of his life.

After picking up all the sadness, Mo Jian's eyes showed two fierce murderous murders and said word by word, "Du Rulong and Du Lei, I will definitely let you break thousands of pieces and avenge Qingchan!"

Qing Chan made it clear that the soul seed is only enough to support 30,000 miles away. He was afraid that Du Rulong and Du Lei would catch up again, and now he started his flying skills and ran forward. Half a day later, before a big lake. Looking up from afar, the smoke and waves are vast and endless. I didn't meet anyone all the way, and I didn't see all the scenes that initially entered the chaotic area of the plane. I don't know what great changes have taken place in the chaotic area of the plane.

At this time, Mo Jian's heart was finally certain. Another thought that he should be speechless and made himself tired of dealing with it. And Cai Qingmei, the son of the plane with no news, is also immortal. Now there are life and death enemies at the level of the soul emperor, and the future is long and there is a long way to go. The desire to quickly improve strength is unprecedentedly strong.

At present, we will launch flying techniques and fly on the vast lake. Although his current flying skills are only five levels, he can fly at least one or two hundred miles in mid-air.

The vastness of this lake is far beyond my expectation. After flying for two hours, he floated on the lake and rested three times, which was still endless. Subconsciously said, "I have flown thousands of miles, why is there still no end? Qingchan, do you know the origin of this lake?

The idea came out and there was no response. The mind was quiet, and there was no longer the roar or roar of the old lion. Mo Jian's body trembled violently, and his heart ached again, and the hatred became stronger and stronger. For so long, whenever he encounters something, he has been used to consulting Qing Zen, and this moment is no exception. But he suddenly realized that Qing Chan could no longer answer any questions.

Trying to restrain the grief and hatred in his chest, Mo Jian moved forward again and suddenly saw a faint light on the lake in front of him. My heart moved slightly, and the speed immediately accelerated a little.