After doing all this, Mu Jiuke withdrew his gaze from a distance. There were complicated emotions in his dark eyes: "Let's go to the far north to bring Qiu Yu out first. As for the others... we can only continue to explore. News."
"Although I can regain my human form, I still don't have much strength left."
Thinking of this, Mu Jiuke couldn't help but feel a headache and pressed his eyebrows, as if he felt a little irritated. It was rare for him to experience such weakness.
The dragon inner elixir was not even a drop in the bucket for Mu Jiuke himself, but it was a great tonic for the previous juvenile state, pushing him into the growth stage. As for the state of being transformed into a human form - —
Mu Jiuke also tried it just now, but it was only at the golden elixir stage.
If it returns to the appearance of a ferocious beast, I am afraid that this power will be further compressed, and in the end it will only be at the level of a complete foundation building and a half-step golden elixir.
After trying to use his spiritual power again, Mu Jiuke sighed softly.
"That's all, that's all for now."
"As long as that stupid woman Feng Qingwu doesn't mess around..."
In fact, even Mu Jiuke himself didn't know whether it was right or wrong to leave like this, but... he once sat in the clouds, overlooking all living beings, like an ant, so powerful that a single eye could erase everything.
Such an existence is just like what Qiu Yu said.
He was unwilling to be bound by a mere contract, even if it was... a supreme contract that all strong men could not underestimate, it was also a restraint for Mu Jiuke.
This kind of restraint made him unable to help but want to escape when he signed the contract with Feng Qingwu, even if it was because of himself or the contract. When Qiu Yu proposed the method of making a puppet——
Although he refused, he can now transform into a human form.
Mu Jiuke still wanted to leave, wanted to leave.
Whether he is afraid of this unknown change, or he hates this shackle-like contract, maybe even Mu Jiuke himself doesn't know the reason for this, but the only thing he knows is-
Now he cannot accept such a change.
Whether it's because of Feng Qingwu or the contract...
Thinking of this, Mu Jiuke took a deep breath and looked in the direction of the strong aura of the Emperor Phoenix: "No matter what, I can escape from the seal. After all, I will accept your love and I will repay you afterwards. "
"If I can find a way to terminate the contract after leaving this time..."
He paused, subconsciously pressing the position of his heart that was being pulled by the supreme contract, and forcibly suppressed the throbbing and uncomfortable mood: "Then the cause and effect between us can be considered completely settled."
From then on, bridges returned to bridges and roads returned to roads.
Mu Jiuke is still the lord who looks down on all living beings like ants;
Feng Qingwu is still an imperial phoenix struggling in the world trying to spread its wings.
All the stories during this period are like illusions, which will eventually be broken. They are also like good dreams, but they are the easiest to wake up from...
Mu Jiuke seemed to have untied the knot in his heart, but also seemed to be hiding deep inside.
He straightened up and walked into the distance. Every step he took, although the steps were not big, seemed to be followed by a large space, which was rapidly breaking and then reorganizing. The next moment——
His figure suddenly appeared in the distance.
Perhaps because he was preoccupied, Mu Jiuke didn't notice.
When the corner of his clothes was lifted up by the passing breeze - there was a faint trace of transparent and crystal luster, as if it was blurred.
…
At the same time, inside the house.
Feng Qingwu collapsed to the ground, with blazing flames burning all around him. The rising temperature burned the air around him, distorting everything. The rare side rooms in this small village were burned down. .
In the darkness of the night, the flames almost engulfed the wing.
In order to ensure safety, Song Jinxi and Jiang Zicheng had already taken the few disciples of the Holy Sword Sect who were sleeping soundly and stayed away quickly, but even so, they could feel the billowing heat wave coming towards them.
For a time, several people lined up in a row with paralyzed faces.
Song Jinxi turned her head silently and looked at Jiang Zicheng: "Just tell me, I don't know how many tricks this woman has hidden."
Jiang Zicheng said with a dull face: "I don't know either..."
They were all stunned, but the villagers who came next to them cried hoarsely and fell to their knees on the ground with ugly faces.
"My house, my house—"
"This, this, this - this is what I spent half my life saving, just to look exactly like the good houses in other people's cities. Now..."
"woo woo woo woo……"
Hearing this, Jiang Zicheng, who was standing nearby, silently took out a few spiritual stones from the storage ring and squatted down: "This is compensation, I'm sorry."
"You do have a good attitude towards these mortals."
On the side, Song Jinxi, who was standing with his arms folded, raised his eyebrows and sneered.
Jiang Zicheng ignored her and continued to calm the man's emotions: "My senior sister didn't do it on purpose. With these, you can repair the house again. You can hire the best craftsmen to do this."
"Thank you, thank you..."
The mortal villager, whose face was stained with tears, looked at him gratefully.
After seeing this scene, Song Jinxi frowned even more tightly, and the emotion in her eyes changed slightly. She didn't say much, but there was finally some subtle change in the way she looked at Jiang Zicheng.
And at this time, when Jiang Zicheng stood up again, he no longer had the compassion for the villagers, and his face looked like a downcast dog with a drooped tail, full of resentment. .
The next moment I heard Jiang Zicheng say like a resentful woman——
"Senior Sister..."
"Why are you destroying wherever you go..."
In the past, there was Huacheng, which was in a state of turmoil, and in Shicheng, which was hammered to ashes. In the latter, there was a wing room in a village that was completely burned down.
When he thought of this, Jiang Zicheng's face became even more bitter.
When Song Jinxi heard this, he obviously thought of what happened before, and immediately tightened his lips. Then he and several other disciples of the Holy Sword Sect retreated together, as if they were far away from the god of plague, and they all distanced themselves from Jiang Zicheng.
Jiang Zicheng, who was still sad, was stunned for a moment:...It has nothing to do with me!
But at this moment, Feng Qingwu, who had caused a big commotion, had no idea. She was in a sea of fire, burned by the heat, curled up while lying on her side on the ground, and the raging flames condensed behind her back.
It's like...flame wings growing out of the back.
The flame wings were burning behind her, so huge that she was almost wrapped in them, and the wings were fluttering slightly, as if they were alive.
Feng Qingwu's thoughts were sinking heavily——
She only felt that the meridians all over her body seemed to be clinging to flames, and then flowed to all parts of her body. Even her dantian was burning, burning everything, but it was reborn amidst the destruction.
Everything is burned and everything is reborn.
Feng Qingwu felt that her entire body was transforming.
