Chapter 341

Trimming

Deep in the vast forest, twenty thousand miles underground.

Everywhere there are thick branches of spiritual trees and extensive root systems, which are intertwined and fill the deep ground.

Among the crisscrossing roots, extending deep into the ground, there was a faint flash of green space like a cocoon.

Three figures emerged from the green cocoon.

Mu Zhi was tied up with a new set of chains and thrown casually in the corner of the green cocoon.

He stared at Ling Mochen with a poisonous gaze, his teeth almost breaking.

How long has it been?

How long has it been since he suffered such humiliation?

If he has a chance to escape, we will capture both of them in the future, extract their souls and refine their bones, and put their spirits into the soul-refining lamp to burn until their souls are gone!

The space of the green cocoon is not big, about one hundred cubic meters.

Yan Qingyan and Ling Mochen sat opposite Mu Zhi, recovering from their injuries quietly.

The immortal's full-strength attack, the hidden energy and laws, cause extraordinary damage.

Ling Mochen's face was pale. He sat cross-legged and practiced his martial arts with all his strength.

Yan Qingyan sat behind him, continuously supplying him with vitality.

"Mo Chen, eat this." Yan Qingyan took out a nine-colored holy spirit flower.

"Qingyan, this kind of injury can be healed slowly, without any external force." A hint of pain flashed across Ling Mochen's eyes.

This is the immortal plant that Qingyan spent hundreds of years cultivating, and there is not much left in the space.

Yan Qingyan plucked off a petal and stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word.

Ling Mochen: ...

Seeing that Yan Qingyan still thought it was not enough, he quickly stopped her and said, "Qingyan, that's enough, I will refine the medicinal properties of this piece first."

Yan Qingyan stopped and looked at him, then smiled.

That's right, what's the purpose of raising these spiritual plants? All the resources for cultivating immortals are to be used, not to be hoarded and gather dust.

Ling Mochen held a flower petal in his mouth, his long eyelashes drooped, and his body was covered with mist.

Yan Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but kiss his cheek.

Ling Mochen:!

"Qingyan...there are outsiders here..." Ling Mochen turned his head away silently.

"He is not a human being!"

Yan Qingyan said disdainfully, she held Ling Mochen's cheeks with both hands and kissed his slightly pale red lips.

Mu Zhi widened his eyes, obviously not expecting to see this scene.

His consciousness told him that he should turn his head away and not look at anything inappropriate.

But somehow, I couldn't look away.

Is this how other Taoist couples get along?

Mu Zhi imagined the scene where Yu Qier took the initiative to kiss him...

No, it's impossible!

Yan Qingyan put her arms around Ling Mochen's neck, and their bodies moved closer.

Ling Mochen didn't even bother to heal his wounds and put his arm around Qingyan's waist.

Noticing Mu Zhi's somewhat envious gaze, Ling Mochen quietly opened one eye, with a hint of provocation in his eyes.

Mu Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Humph!"

They actually got intimate in front of him. How shameless!

Thinking about it this way, his Qi'er is better!

Mu Zhi comforted himself silently and refused to admit that he had just felt envious.

Yan Qingyan had kissed enough, and with her cheeks flushed, she leaned against Ling Mochen's chest and smiled with satisfaction.

Seeing Mu Zhi with a sullen look on his face, he snorted coldly, "What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll dig out your eyes."

"you!"

Mu Zhi was extremely angry and subconsciously wanted to use his spiritual power, and the chains on his body suddenly tightened.

"hiss!"

Mu Zhi cried out in pain, his heart suddenly sinking.

What kind of magical instrument is this? How could he be restrained for so long?

He glanced at Liuhuo, who was sleeping with his eyes closed on his shoulder, and intuitively felt that it was related to this strange spirit.

Ling Mochen gave him a disgusted look and gestured towards Liuhuo.

Liuhuo closed his eyes, but still sensed the meaning of the contract master.

Its fingers moved slightly, and the restraints on Mu Zhi became tighter.

"Stop struggling. You can't escape even if you try your best."

Yan Qingyan had a smile on her face, but she did not hide her murderous intent at all.

Mu Zhi's heart sank, knowing that he was in great danger.

But he was not afraid at all. His heart of Taoism had long been shattered. His current level of cultivation was already the limit. Even his lifespan was only half of that of a cultivator at the same level. He had long since put life and death aside.

He doesn't care about his own life, he only cares about whether he can be happy and content in the remaining life.

But what are the two people in front of me going to do?

"Why did you attack Qi'er?" Mu Zhi couldn't help but ask, "I was the only one who ordered Mu Yi to kill you."

"I know, I know. What does this lady not know? You don't need to repeat it."

Yan Qingyan made a gesture of digging her ears, with a somewhat impatient expression, "I know you want to kill us, so I captured you."

"That Qi'er?"

"Tsk, you two are in the same group anyway, so why not pick on the weak ones first?"

Yan Qingyan shrugged and continued nonchalantly, "You are the descendant of an immortal. Killing you will cause a big explosion. I will cut off your left and right arms first. Is that hard to understand?"

Mu Zhi understood, but Qi'er was not his right-hand man, she could only be considered his person.

But the meaning of the female cultivator in front of him was that as long as they were in the same group with him, they would be killed by him.

Mu Zhi lowered his head in hatred.

In the world of cultivating immortals, countless grudges and enmities occur every moment.

There are countless incidents of destroying an entire sect, wiping out an entire family, eradicating the roots, and bringing disaster to the entire family.

It was his lack of consideration that implicated Qi'er.

Yan Qingyan saw Mu Zhi lowering his head and could roughly guess what he was thinking.

But it's no use thinking about it. The murderous hatred is irreconcilable, and only one side can survive.

"If you have any last words, please leave them as soon as possible. You are not far from death. Don't worry, I will send your Qi'er to accompany you on the road to the underworld." Yan Qingyan went up and kicked him hard.

Bang!

Mu Zhi flew backwards and hit the green cocoon's barrier heavily.

Yan Qingyan still felt unsatisfied, but she was not good at saying hurtful words, so it was more satisfying to just take action.

She cursed inwardly.

Damn bastard!

She got angry when she thought of the injuries Mo Chen had suffered.

Is it because he is too handsome?

In the past in the Tianxuan Realm, because of the Yinhuang Sect, he was forced to hide his appearance no matter where he went.

Now that I've come to the Great Thousand Worlds, it's a rare opportunity for me to go out openly, but I've gotten myself into a lot of trouble.

What a fucking bad luck!

When Mu Zhi heard this, he struggled to get up, and then he was hit by a barrage of fists.

Ling Mochen felt warm in his heart. It was the first time he saw Qingyan beat someone like this for him.

There were 'bang bang bang' sounds coming from inside the green cocoon, occasionally mixed with suppressed groans.

Yan Qingyan was very measured when she attacked. She would not cause serious injury to the other party, so as not to trigger the protective restrictions in the body, but she also made the other party feel pain.

But Mu Zhi was a really patient guy. Yan Qingyan's hands were tired from beating him, but he still managed to hold back and not say a word.

Tsk, boring.

Yan Qingyan returned to Ling Mochen and took out a small green card.

"Mo Chen, his men have indeed contacted the immortal."

"It seems that the Mu Family Immortal thinks highly of his son Mu Zhi and wants to come here in person."

"We have to be ready."

Mu Zhi looked up suddenly.

Yan Qingyan glanced at him and sneered, "Don't be too proud too soon. Even if your immortal father really comes, we can destroy you before that."

Mu Zhi remained silent, his eyes hidden in the shadows, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Ling Mochen's eyes became fierce.

It’s so fast!

He underestimated the relationship between the father and son and thought it would last for several years!

Buzz——

Suddenly, a strong murderous intent locked onto the two of them, leaving them with nowhere to escape.