Mu Qing was deeply touched by Murong Jing's words.
Because this scene now seems familiar to the two of them.
I remember when they joined forces underground, they thought Bai Hao had been killed, but the result was endless trouble.
As Murong Jing jumped with her fingers, the fire bird in mid-air closed its wings and surrounded the monster's spiritual light, causing the monster to yell crazily: "You can't even think of succeeding. If I become a sword spirit, I will be the first one to kill." It’s definitely you.”
Mu Qing's eyes were cold, and he made secrets with both hands. The Demon Suppressing Sword flew above the Fire Bird with a buzzing sound. The tip of the sword slowly dropped, and ripples rippled in all directions instantly.
"Etc., etc!"
The monster is still struggling.
It desperately collided with the fire bird. The fire bird's spirit body was gathered by the power of the mysterious flames. It was difficult to trap the monster before, but now the monster has thrown away all its cards, and even the black flame has been completely sealed. It only allows the monster in mid-air. The fire sparrow spirit body dimmed a bit.
However, the blood energy and karma around him seemed to have felt the summons of the monster, and was rushing towards this direction crazily.
Murong Jing snorted coldly, raised her delicate hand, and circles of cyan fireworks spread out with her as the center, instantly blocking those chaotic forces.
The movements on Mu Qing's hands were something he had never heard before. A mysterious aura enveloped the entire fire bird spirit body with the Demon Suppressing Sword as its core. Every inch the Demon Suppressing Sword dropped, the monster's cry became sharper.
"This is the art of locking souls."
Mu Qing raised his head and looked into the air. The obscure aura had completely blended with the fire sparrow. The cooperation between him and Murong Jing had reached a harmonious level.
"Um."
Murong Jing nodded gently. Mu Qing's calmness showed a kind of confidence in controlling the situation. She had very little curiosity about Mu Qing's secret skills. Now she just hoped that all this could end soon and everyone would be safe.
Perhaps the two of them had already connected with each other in this simple response. Mu Qing sped up his movements and whispered: "Lian."
"boom--"
The Demon Suppressing Sword fell suddenly faster, and the inscription with the word "Devil" on the sword's body suddenly lit up.
The tip of the sword pierced into the Fire Bird's spirit body, and wisps of pitch-black flames poured down from the tip of the sword.
"Ah!!!" the monster screamed repeatedly: "Stop it! Stop it!"
In the blink of an eye, pitch-black flames enveloped the monster, and pitch-black flames surrounded the originally white fire bird spirit body.
The black flame that clearly constitutes itself is now being used to refine itself. This is the greatest shame for the monster.
The scream of the monster suddenly stopped at a certain moment, and it suddenly said with great hatred: "Master Hei must make you regret it!"
Deep in the black flames, that little spiritual light had dimmed to the extreme.
At the last moment when its consciousness was about to escape, the monster took the initiative to rush towards the Demon Suppressing Sword.
The monster has been forced to make choices, and even now, it has chosen the one that is not the worst among two bad results.
Even if it wants to be connected into a sword spirit, it must retain its own meaning.
Mu Qing did not expect that the monster completely gave up its resistance. The Demon Suppressing Sword was descending and the monster was rushing up. In an instant, the Demon Suppressing Sword was like a little spiritual light absorbed into the blade.
"Buzz buzz."
The demon-suppressing sword hung in mid-air and began to tremble violently.
"Hurry up!"
Mu Qing stood in front of Murong Jing.
Murong Jing and Mu Qing cooperated seamlessly, with their eyebrows slightly raised, the fire sparrow spirit body took the initiative to dissolve.
"boom--"
As soon as the fire sparrow spirit body dissipated, the endless black flames spread in all directions with the Demon Suppressing Sword as the center.
Murong Jing formed a barrier in front of her and Mu Qing, but they were both shattered in an instant.
The demon-suppressing sword seemed to have been provoked. The inscriptions on the sword flashed and shot straight at Murong Jing.
"court death!"
Mu Qing shouted loudly, with an angry look on his face, and took the initiative to greet him.
The Demon Suppressing Sword seemed to be a little afraid of Mu Qing, and its speed stagnated.
But the next moment, a voice came from the sword: "Humph!"
A dark word "Devil" appeared out of thin air. After the Demon Suppressing Sword passed through the word "Devil", billowing black flames filled the sky, and its power reached its peak.
Mu Qing, however, still refused to dodge, seemingly unprepared for the collision.
"laugh--"
The sharp cracking sound spread far away.
Those black flames seemed to have become sharper, shaking continuously, like sheets of swords and swords trying to devour Mu Qing.
But in the next moment, they collided with each other, and they were all destroyed.
Mu Qing's figure was revealed in the shattered night, he tilted his head slightly and lowered his gaze.
He grabbed the sword with his hand.
It's not the hilt, but the location of the word "魔".
The demon-suppressing sword originally contained spirituality, and now this spirituality and the monster were devouring each other. In Mu Qing's case, the monster easily gained the upper hand.
But this advantage is actually somewhat short-lived.
As if he knew that this was his last chance, the black flames receded like a tide, and the monster's voice came from the Demon Suppressing Sword: "I can swear to you to be your sword spirit for a hundred years. If you betray me during this period, It’s up to you to do whatever you want.”
Mu Qing's eyes moved slightly, this monster's face was indeed comparable to Bai Hao's.
He said calmly: "Bai Hao can't stop even after he dies. I hope you can be different from him."
The monster was anxious: "You must know that if you erase my consciousness, your sword will not be able to produce a sword spirit immediately."
The words of the monster are true. The best choice for the soul-locking technique is naturally a complete soul.
However, Mu Qing is willing to smash the evil existence of monsters and become a spiritual part of the sword.
Mu Qing's silence is often the answer.
The monster screamed, and at this moment it actively accepted the fusion with the spiritual essence in the sword, thereby gaining the opportunity to fully control the demon-suppressing sword.
The Demon Suppressing Sword broke free from Mu Qing's control with a scoff and flew forward.
Its target is still Murong Jing.
Both it and Bai Hao knew Mu Qing's weaknesses very well.
Murong Jing was mobilizing her strength at this time to suppress the intensifying underground rock flow. When she heard the whistling sound getting closer and closer, she raised her eyebrows slightly and turned her face.
Sometimes, her confidence in Mu Qing exceeds her own.
Mu Qing did not disappoint her.
When the Demon Suppressing Sword was only one foot away from Murong Jing, a breath came first and rushed into the Demon Suppressing Sword in an instant.
The monster's desperate screams came from within the sword.
Murong Jing narrowed her eyes, looked at the demon-suppressing sword that was shaking in the distance, and sighed softly in her heart.
The breath just now had a dark head and a gray tail. She just looked at it for a moment and lost her consciousness for a moment. Was that the original energy condensed by Mu Qing?
It was only after she escaped from the mortal world that she gathered her original energy and truly walked out of her own way.
Mu Qing was earlier than her, and the Taoism that made people lose their consciousness at just one glance had a somewhat profound and unfathomable feeling, a feeling of being unique in the world.
Was it Mu Qing who had gone further than her from the beginning, or was the Tao in her eyes not her own?
"What's wrong?"
Mu Qing flew to Murong Jing's side and asked with concern.
Murong Jing came to her senses, and there was no more noisy shouting in the world. Her eyes slightly turned to Mu Qing's hand.
Mu Qing flicked the Demon Suppressing Sword with his fingertips and showed a tired smile: "Bai Hao has no future, he and it are both dead."
Murong Jing saw that one of the inscriptions on the sword was missing. When she took a closer look, it was the word "魔". Although she was a little curious, she was more willing to believe the smile of Mu Qing in front of her.
She looked at Mu Qing. Mu Qing's eyes were bright, but the fatigue between his brows was very deep and heavy. She blinked and said, "A whole day has actually passed since early yesterday morning to this time. Fortunately, .”
Mu Qing felt warm in her heart and took the initiative to hold Murong Jing's hand.
The rock flow was raging here, and she was a fire spirit, but her hands were soft but cold. Mu Qing subconsciously rubbed Murong Jing's fingertips.
Murong Jing blushed with shame and quickly took out her hand.
She rolled up her hair and looked around.
The night in the inner city was probably frightened away by the endless movement.
Due to the continuous high-temperature transpiration, the sky in the central area has long lost the texture of volcanic ash. The night is quiet, but it is dyed through by endless rock flows and firelight.
If someone were to paint this scene from a distance, it would look like fireworks blooming, but the world in the painting would be upside down. Among the fiery trees and silver flowers, the two figures standing in the sky would look particularly harmonious.
"call--"
Mu Qing took a long breath and relaxed his brows.
Murong Jing looked away, looked sideways and asked, "What's wrong?"
Mu Qing said: "I like this situation very much. When I stay by your side, I can not think about anything."
Murong Jing's beautiful eyes were full of beauty, her eyes were wandering on Mu Qing, and the corners of her mouth moved.
She likes it too.
The two people experienced so many obstacles and dangers, and finally stood together. It seemed that all the resentment and sadness before had become embellishments.
Her eyes moved slightly, looking in a certain direction.
At this moment, she believed that no one could stop her and Mu Qing from spending the rest of their lives together.
She believed Mu Qing believed the same.
Because Mu Qing felt the security of body and mind by her side, and she felt the confidence to hold hands and watch the wind and rain beside Mu Qing.
"She found us."
Murong Yun said softly on a roof on the edge of the inner city.
His voice sounded calm, but the look on his face gave him away.
After confirming that Mu Qing and Murong Jing were fine, Huaifenghua's slender eyebrows rarely relaxed and she said: "I don't know if Murong Yin said she has become a traitor, but after watching her for so long, you always feel You should make your own judgment."
Murong Yun's eyes moved slightly and he looked at Huaifenghua, "The two of them have a true love. My eldest brother probably thought that it was not easy to cultivate her, so he thought of breaking her up."
Murong Yun had no intention of doing those things again. He paused slightly and asked, "I stayed here and didn't take action. Don't you blame me?"
Huaifenghua turned her head and Murong Yun looked at her face with calm and clear eyes.
Huaifenghua sighed softly, lowered her gaze and turned sideways: "I have wondered why you didn't take action many times before. I was surprised and confused, but never angry. If..."
Putting aside the talk of "Embrace the Wind and Flowers", Murong Yun blinked and answered for her: "If you had my strength, you would have passed by long ago, right?"
The corners of Huaifenghua's mouth moved slightly, and Murong Yun felt bitter in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "You've always been like this."
Huaifenghua didn't know what to say. Maybe the incident between Murong Jing and Mu Qing touched him?
I still remember that Murong Jing liked him before. Even if he didn't like him, he would still sigh a lot, right?
Murong Yun did not remain silent and took the initiative to explain the question: "I haven't taken action because I think neither Mu Qing nor Murong Jing is needed."
"Have you noticed that the two of them have made great progress in this battle. If I rush over there rashly, I will destroy some things that have been established through water channels."
Huaifenghua nodded, her eyebrows relaxed.
Murong Jing looked at her and sighed in her heart.
This is actually not the answer in his mind.
The reason why he hesitated to take action was because he didn't want Huaifenghua to feel that she owed him a favor.
It was only after he left the river that he realized that if he really wanted to change his relationship with Huai Fenghua a little bit, it couldn't be the current relationship.
If Huaifenghua is asked to forget someone because she agreed to a certain condition, this is not the best choice.
The best choice is to let her know his request in her heart, but not owe him any favors.
He didn't know how long he hesitated to grasp this delicate relationship.
In the relationship between men and women, there is a saying that is right. The person you fall in love with first will think a lot more.
Huaifenghua didn't explore Murong Yun's complicated mental journey at all.
She chuckled and said: "My perspective is different from yours. After this battle, the relationship between the two of them has been completely confirmed. Mu Qing has also learned to cooperate, which is very important."
Murong Yun heard something strange and asked, "Hasn't the relationship between Mu Qing and Xiao Jing been established a long time ago? Even if the eldest brother always disagrees, it won't be an obstacle to the two of them, right?"
Huaifenghua was speechless for a moment. She hesitated for a moment, and finally answered truthfully: "Mu Qing is more than just a woman."
"What?" The calmness that Murong Yun had deliberately maintained collapsed instantly. He looked at Huaifenghua in astonishment and asked after a while: "How could he?"
"How could he?" not "How dare he?"
Murong Yun was indeed a little confused at the moment, and it was hard to tell how the stiff expression on his face was part surprise, part anger, and part inexplicable envy.
Is the Muqing model popular in today’s aesthetics?
Does he still have a chance?
Huaifenghua felt that Murong Yun's expression was wrong when he saw her, and she felt a little regretful.
She doesn't know how to explain it now.
Mu Qing did tell her everything he had done on the road, but these were Mu Qing's private matters. If she could tell Murong Yun like that, she regarded Murong Yun as half of Murong Jing's natal family.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Murong Yun took the initiative and asked, "Does Xiaojing know?"
Huaifenghua frowned and recalled it carefully before replying: "She may have heard something from Sister Wang, but she probably doesn't know who the two girls are?"
"Bang bang."
The tiles under Murong Yun's feet broke into several pieces. His eyes widened: "Or two?"
Huaifenghua blinked her eyes and didn't know what was going on. It was obviously the bad thing done by that brat Mu Qing, but why did she feel a little guilty?
"Then the other two girls know about Xiaojing's existence?"
"Their families don't have any objections?"
On the other side of the inner city, Mu Qing and Murong Jing were working together to suppress the turbulent rock flow underground. Little did they know that on the eaves here, Murong Yun was throwing out issues that undermined the stability of their relationship.
Huaifenghua discovered that Murong Yun's questions were getting more and more tricky, and she couldn't even answer them.
Murong Yun asked a lot of questions, but when he saw the innocent look on the face of the beloved woman in front of him, he suddenly restrained his emotions and instead raised his chin and said, "Don't worry, I'm definitely not that kind of person."
"Um?"
"Oh, I mean this is a matter between Xiaojing and Mu Qing. Although I am her brother, if she doesn't have an opinion, it's useless for me to have an opinion."
Huaifenghua sighed softly: "That's all I can do."
"But you are right. Even if Mu Qing did something like this, even if he didn't hide it deliberately, Murong Jing should know. When things stabilize here, we can find a place to have a good talk."
Murong Yun's heart moved: "In what capacity? Am I considered my mother's uncle?"
Huaifenghua curled her lips and lost interest in talking.
I feel like men are not good at all.
Sometimes brother, sometimes uncle.
