However, Bao Ling had no intention of letting Mo Qiandao go.
When Mo Qiandao took a step back, Bao Ling's gaze had already come over, completely cold.
Being stared at by such cold eyes, Mo Qiandao felt a chill on his back.
If he had let someone else go, Mo Qiandao would have fought the opponent directly.
But Baoling can't do that.
Because Mo Qiandao knew that he was no match for this Bao Ling.
So Mo Qiandao just smiled at Bao Ling in a friendly manner, and then continued to retreat.
He actually had a glimmer of hope, because he understood that the reason Bao Ling came here must be because of the commotion caused by Cao Jianan. Then Bao Ling would most likely deal with Cao Jianan first and would not have time to take care of himself.
However, Mo Qiandao did not consider another thing.
That is, if Bao Ling wants to kill Mo Qiandao, it actually doesn't take much time.
If Mo Qiandao, who is at the Tribulation Realm, were placed in the outside world, he would definitely be an undisputed strong man. It is not an exaggeration to say that Mo Qiandao could easily find a big sect and join it as an elder.
Bao Ling hadn't said a word from beginning to end, and now it seemed that he had no intention of saying anything. He just slowly raised his hand, then stretched out the index finger of his right hand and pointed at Mo Qiandao.
boom!
A white ripple blasted past.
Mo Qiandao immediately raised a black light shield, trying to block the ripples from Bao Ling. With a loud bang, the black light shield shattered.
Afterwards, white ripples hit Mo Qiandao's body.
Suddenly.
Mo Qiandao only felt that his whole body was hit head-on by a ten-thousand-ton mountain, and with a "puff" sound, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.
Is this the strength of the treasure spirit in this secret realm?
Mo Qiandao gritted his teeth, his heart filled with horror.
Because he could see that Bao Ling was just pointing casually, but he used almost all his strength to block Bao Ling's casual attack.
This strength has far exceeded Mo Qiandao's expectations.
Previously, Mo Qiandao had thought that Bao Ling was stronger than him, but he did not expect that he was so strong.
There is no way to fight at all.
Mo Qiandao decided that the best strategy was to use all his strength to escape, without any hope of luck.
Just when I was thinking about this.
Bao Ling's other finger came over again, and this was another white bombardment.
This time, Mo Qiandao just casually cast a black light shield, then changed his shape and after a few flashes, he flew away.
Bao Ling did not chase Mo Qiandao immediately.
Instead, he looked at Cao Jia'an.
At this time, Cao Jianan still had his eyes closed. The white light on his body was slowly receding, and at the same time, a vertical line appeared between Cao Jianan's eyebrows.
"Where did you get the inheritance?"
Baoling spoke for the first time.
He looked at Cao Jianan, not caring whether Cao Jianan could hear his voice or not.
In fact, Cao Jia'an couldn't hear the sounds outside at that moment.
However, Bao Ling's voice was directly poured into Cao Jia'an's mind, and it was difficult for him not to hear it. Now Bao Ling's voice was echoing in his entire spiritual consciousness.
Cao Jia'an didn't know whose voice it was, because he didn't hear Bao Ling speak. In addition, he had his eyes closed and couldn't see what was happening outside, so he didn't know Bao Ling was coming, let alone that Mo Qiandao had escaped.
Cao Jia'an also vaguely realized that the owner of this voice must be an extremely powerful person.
"This was passed down to me by an old man in a gray robe when I was little. He also said that when I'm in danger, I can use this mark he gave me. I just had no other choice. Mo Qiandao wanted to kill me, so I used the mark that old man gave me."
Cao Jia'an responded in his spiritual consciousness knowing everything.
Although it was not spoken out loud, Bao Ling could hear it very clearly.
Bao Ling knew that the Mo Qiandao that Cao Jia'an was talking about was probably the man that he had beaten away earlier, so he said, "Mo Qiandao is gone, you can open your eyes now."
Hearing this, Cao Jia'an was overjoyed and opened his eyes.
Then he saw a woman in a white dress standing seven or eight steps away from him.
This woman had long black hair that reached her waist, and she wore a white jade hairpin on her head. She had willow-shaped eyebrows, a delicate nose and a small mouth, and her skin was as white as mutton-fat jade. She looked like a fairy who had descended to earth.
She has an otherworldly aura about her, and just standing there makes people feel a little daunted.
There is such a beautiful woman in the world.
Could it be that she was the one who spoke earlier?
Cao Jia'an was in a trance. He looked at the woman in the white dress in front of him and couldn't help feeling a little sad.
Because he understood that a woman like this woman was not something he could even imagine.
He understood that the person who had spoken to him before should be this woman, and since Mo Qiandao had run away, it meant that this woman was even more powerful than Mo Qiandao.
Of course, Cao Jia'an doesn't know yet that this woman is Bao Ling.
Because in the past, Bao Ling always appeared in the form of a white light figure. In fact, Bao Ling's human form at this moment is a rare appearance for her in countless years.
Baoling rarely appears in its normal form.
Because there are not many people in this world who are qualified to see her, but the gray-robed old man who gave the inheritance to Cao Jia'an is one of them, so Bao Ling will meet people in this form.
"What's your name?" Bao Ling looked at Cao Jia'an and spoke softly and slowly.
Her voice was no longer the same as it was in Cao Jia'an's spiritual consciousness. Instead, it became lighter and more pleasant, as pleasant as the singing of a yellow oriole in spring.
Cao Jia'an had never heard such a beautiful voice in his life, nor had he ever seen such a beautiful woman in his life. Cao Jia'an was almost going crazy.
"My name is Cao Jianan." Cao Jianan spoke in a low voice.
In fact, Cao Jia'an has never been a person who values women very much. To him, it doesn't matter if he lives alone for the rest of his life. He will never feel lonely.
But today, Cao Jia'an was moved.
Because her heart was beating fast, Cao Jia'an was a little afraid to speak.
He felt that he was not worthy of the woman in front of him.
All of this was what he thought. In fact, Bao Ling was just talking to him and didn't want to do anything else with him. There was no need for him to put so much pressure on himself.
After hearing Cao Jia'an's name, Bao Ling nodded slightly and said, "I am the Bao Ling of this secret realm. I don't have a name. My master has always called me Bao Ling."
"Hello." Cao Jia'an didn't know what to say and smiled foolishly at Bao Ling.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
Bao Ling suddenly asked this question.
"She's beautiful. I've never seen anyone as beautiful as Miss Baoling."
Cao Jia'an said with a smile.
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