Marry Long Aotian

Chapter 65 The Throne

Mo Yang didn't remember how he got in, and when he realized it, he was already standing in front of Wang Chan, playing the piano continuously to increase his blood.

But no matter how many big moves he used and how much blood he added, it had no effect at all. The injected spiritual power seemed to be swallowed up, and the mud flowed into the sea, making no waves.

Wang Chan's blood skin is always blood skin, no more and no less, which makes people shudder.

Wang Chan didn't wake up until Mo Yang's blue bar was cleared and he was exhausted.

Mo Chao couldn't help but call him: "Master."

But my heart felt like falling into an ice cave.

He thought of a way, that is to carry Wang Chan down to find Xianfeng, and go to the elders of Xianzong for treatment. He was young and couldn't see what kind of disease it was, but the elders definitely knew it.

In a hurry, Mo Yang didn't think much about it, his face was pale, he put away the piano, and wanted to play him——

But the moment she touched him, her pupils dilated and she fell to the ground.

*

The boundless snow and moon outside the hall seemed gentle and bright, and a ray of breeze was sent into the hall. The master sits on the throne, like tenderness, letting the disciples lean on him.

But Mo Chao was trembling, his whole body was trembling. He wanted to cry out in pain, but he couldn't break away at all. He was about to be torn apart by this filth and evil thoughts as majestic as the black sea.

It came from the throne, penetrating and torturing him continuously.

He seemed to be lying on a bottomless abyss. The abyss was blocked by a huge log, but he was stared at by the blood-red pupils leaking from the gap, smiling ferociously at him.

It seems to be saying that after eating this cork, he will be next.

There was only a slight chance that Mo Chao would be completely swallowed up, but the evil thoughts as vast as the sea could never swallow him up.

Because a glimmer of light slowly shone in the depths of his consciousness, like a jade Winton, but he remained unyielding and tenaciously maintained a little bit of his sanity.

So he could keep his eyes open and fight against this black mist.

But he hurt too, too much.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

When will it end?

Tears fell from Mo Chao's eyes, silently and out of his control.

At this moment, a warm and dry hand slowly lifted up and touched the back of his head.

Wang Chan opened his eyes, and the powerful and honest immortal energy was input to protect this young disciple.

He was awake from the beginning.

Xianyuan peeled off Mo Chao's head that was attached to his thigh, and used spiritual power to lift him up and away from the throne.

Wang Chan pinched the secret and cast a spell to eliminate Mo Chao's memory of breaking into the main hall tonight. He also blocked the records of the weird creatures in his sea of ​​consciousness and sent the disciple away from the main hall and flew to the small courtyard.

Mo Chao's open eyes gradually closed, unconscious.

Wang Chan sat on the throne and watched him leave.

After a long while, he slowly said: "Go."

Go ahead.

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On the second day, Mo Yang woke up in a daze.

When he woke up, he was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, but he felt a little cold.

And I don’t even remember how he came back yesterday.

It was probably Wu Yu who sent him back.

Mo Chao's eyes blurred for a moment, and a flash of gray allowed him to ignore the problem.

After washing up and changing clothes, Mo Chao took one last look around the small courtyard where he had lived for eighteen years, and finally looked towards the main hall.

Today is the day he leaves the clan, but the master still hasn't come to see him.

He is probably practicing. He needs to be in seclusion for ten days and a half, not to mention the Immortal Lord.

After gathering his mind, Mo Chao left a jade slip on the table and said to the air: "Master, I can't say goodbye in person. This is a letter left by my disciple. Please read it when you have time."

Then he bowed from afar, and his sword flew out of Xunxian Peak.

A small boat traveled thousands of miles high in the sky, overlooking the snowy mountains of Xizhou. The originally unattainable peak gradually fell behind him.

When leaving Xuefeng, Mo Chao vaguely felt a line of sight falling on him, looking at him from afar.

He couldn't help but turn his head again, but because it was too far away, he couldn't see clearly.

…

Mo Chao passed through the sect's teleportation array and quickly arrived at the coast agreed with the Shui Tribe.

The water tribe who came to pick him up was already waiting there. Mo Chao hadn't discovered it yet, but when he was looking for it, huge waves suddenly surged in the distance of the sea, and a huge fish jumped out of the sea——

The long roar shook the sea area, and the jet of water reflected a brilliant rainbow.

The seventh-level monster swallows the sea!

Equivalent to a monk in the out-of-body stage!

Tunhai has the bloodline of the ancient Kunpeng. With its status, there is no need to personally pick up a small Jindan cultivator.

But a few months ago, the Immortal Lord personally visited the Hai Clan and asked him to pick up his only disciple.

Because the Kun leaps in the sea and travels thousands of miles.

Tunhai spit out a ball of water and wrapped him in it. Mo Chao accepted it obediently. Although the Shui Tribe could take him to Central Continent through the ancestral land, it was impossible for him to see the route.

Tunhai took Mo Chao in his mouth, took him straight down to the deep sea, and rushed towards the ancestral land.