Chapter 153 This group of favors is inappropriate

As Qi Chengjing entered, the vast white fog blocked his vision. He could only use his spiritual power to enhance his five senses to find Shen Zhi.

"Shen Zhi," Qi Chengjing raised his voice, groping in the white mist for the little phoenix on the verge of collapse, "Shen Zhi?"

Qi Chengjing took out the spirit stone from the storage bag and threw it into the air according to the directions of the Eight Trigrams. The weak spiritual power contained in the spirit stone emitted a faint light and fell to the ground along with the spirit stone.

"Break!" Qi Chengjing broke through the fog in front of his eyes and was able to see things with difficulty.

Qi Chengjing walked cautiously on the arena and called out tentatively, "Little Phoenix?"

No one responded.

Qi Chengjing couldn't help getting anxious. He was too impulsive and just barged into the arena like that.

But he couldn't just watch Shen Zhi being humiliated by the original owner by having his clothes blown off.

"Little Phoenix?" Qi Chengjing held the Molten Flame Sword in his hand and cleared a path for himself, taking every step carefully.

The burning temperature of the Molten Sword's hilt gathered in his palm. Qi Chengjing was already sweating slightly and couldn't help but clench his fist tighter.

Cold sweat rolled down Qi Chengjing's forehead, and he felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, and his breathing became tense.

The sharp sound of wind passed by his ears. Qi Chengjing subconsciously raised his sword to block it, but the Molten Flame Sword in his hand was cut into two pieces.

Qi Chengjing was forced to retreat by this sudden attack and looked up.

"Qi Chengjing" in a black robe walked out of the mist, with a bloodthirsty smile on his gloomy face. He glanced at the half-broken Molten Flame Sword on the ground, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes, "Interesting."

"Who are you? You look so much like me. Are you a ghost ready to take over my body?" Qi Chengjing's neck was pressed by the blade of the sword, and a few traces of blood fell.

Qi Chengjing looked at the sinister and fierce original owner, and his reason slowly returned. No, this was a dream. How could he get the spirit stone in his current spirit body? How could the Molten Flame Sword be with him? ! !

The overly sharp pain in his neck made Qi Chengjing confused. Mo Li's attack before did not hurt him at all, but why could "Qi Chengjing" hurt him now?

Qi Chengjing moved his lips, and a bold guess arose in his heart. The answer was about to come out, but he couldn't say it because he didn't understand.

"Don't you know?" Qi Chengjing looked at the original owner of the sword with his gloomy eyes, and his voice was as light as a cool breeze.

"Qi Chengjing" stared at Qi Chengjing's face, which looked like his own. After a long while, he suddenly smiled, his voice as hoarse as a ghost, "I should know, indeed, I should know."

It turned out that it could be successful. Qi Chengjing was in a good mood, and the smile on the corners of his lips seemed to have more sincerity.

"Qi Chengjing" looked at Qi Chengjing critically, scanning his face inch by inch, as if he was examining a doll made by him. He had absolute control over it, and anything that did not suit his wishes would be arbitrarily erased by him.

Qi Chengjing raised his eyebrows slightly, lowered his gloomy eyes, and said, "Tsk, I don't like your eyes. They scare people."

It was so fast that only a flash of white light could be seen, and Qi Chengjing's Molten Flame Sword slashed through Qi Chengjing's right eye.

Warm, fishy blood flowed from my eyelids.

Qi Chengjing raised his hand to wipe the blood that had overflowed onto his face, and saw a red-gold light suddenly burst out from the side.

The "Qi Chengjing" who was leisurely and calm just now suddenly looked extremely ugly, and rushed into the bright and dazzling light without thinking, "Little Phoenix!!!"

Qi Chengjing was shocked. Something had happened to Shen Zhi.

Qi Chengjing hurriedly followed the original owner, but was stopped by a folding fan, "You should leave now."

"Why are you here too?" Qi Chengjing frowned and looked at the visitor warily.

Also? Hu Zang pondered over this word, with surprise flashing in his eyes.

Hu Zang put away his folding fan, glanced at Qi Chengjing's suspicious expression, raised the corners of his lips, and said arrogantly: "So you know it, but there is no need for me to explain it to you, right?"

Qi Chengjing secretly gathered his spiritual power, but no matter how fast he was, Hu Zang was even faster.

Hu Zang's eyes were cold, and he attacked Qi Chengjing's heart with a palm, saying coldly: "I just created a substitute, but you dare to think of replacing me? You really don't know your own limitations."

Qi Chengjing vomited blood from his throat, and his body fell uncontrollably, landing heavily on the edge of the arena.

A substitute. He was actually a substitute created by the original owner.

Qi Chengjing's brain was in agony from the impact of Hu Zang's words; the excessive amount of information blocked his rational functioning.

No wonder he had no relatives and no ties in his previous life. Even if he came here by chance, he didn't have a strong desire to go back, he just felt that he should go back.

No wonder he also had such hatred towards the Qi family. At that time, he thought it was the original owner's emotions at work, but he didn't expect that it was also his own anger.

Qi Chengjing finally understood why, after arriving here, he could open the original owner's storage bag at will, use the Molten Flame Sword that had already recognized its master, and even why his cultivation speed was much faster than the original owner of the same bloodline as the Immortal Demon.

He is a soul separated from the original owner who went against the will of heaven, and his blood is filled with pure immortal veins.

And Hu Zang is indeed the other half of the devil's vein.

Qi Chengjing was extremely dizzy, and his ribs were broken by Hu Zang, so he couldn't walk.

Qi Chengjing couldn't care less. No matter who he was, he was himself now, and he himself told himself that he had to save Shen Zhi now.

Qi Chengjing's eyes were blurred with blood, and he stared at the red-gold light in front of him that was burning into a gilded flame. He had to ensure the safety of the little phoenix.

Qi Chengjing gritted his teeth and gathered all his strength to crawl towards the flame, "Little Phoenix."

Hu Zang lowered his eyes and looked at Qi Chengjing, who was lying on the ground in a terrible state, and kicked him unconscious indifferently.

"From now on, you're no longer needed," Hu Zang's light voice announced Qi Chengjing's fate.

The folding fan simply passed over Qi Chengjing's head and enveloped his entire body.

Mo Li has no way to deal with the soul, but his master has absolute control over it.

Qi Chengjing, who had fainted on the ground, gradually became fainter and more transparent until he disappeared.

When Hu Zang saw the flame, his expression turned cold, but he did not move forward at all, just watched.

From the flames came heart-wrenching howls, screams and cries of blood and tears.

Hu Zang gripped the folding fan more and more tightly, and the bulging blue veins seemed to burst through the skin and flesh.

The noise inside became smaller and smaller, leaving only a few vague and faint breaths.

Hu Zang tried to move on tiptoe, but was frozen in place by a look from the man who came.

Mo Li saw Hu Zang, his eyes trembled slightly, and without saying anything, he flashed into the flames.

Mo Li entered the sea of ​​fire and found Shen Zhi, who was burned beyond recognition in the center of the flames. His breath was so weak that it was almost impossible to tell whether he was still alive.

Mo Li quickly fed the Phoenix Pill in his hand to Shen Zhi.

Rebirth from the Phoenix Ashes is a necessary step for every adult phoenix, but Shen Zhi was born weak and there was no guarantee that he would survive the Phoenix Fire.

Originally, Mo Li discussed with "Qi Chengjing" that they were going to take advantage of this immortal-demon competition to stimulate the potential of the little phoenix and help him grow up.

Mo Li also prepared the Phoenix Pill, the Phoenix Clan's most precious treasure, for the little phoenix, but unfortunately it still failed.

Mo Li picked up the little phoenix that was weakly supported by his chest, a look of pity flashed in his eyes, he flicked his sleeve to put out the flames, and walked out.

"Failed again?" When Hu Zang saw Mo Li appear, he quickly walked towards him. Although he knew the answer, he did not give up and wanted to verify the result again.

Mo Li repeated the word "return" from Hu Zang's mouth, raised her eyelids and looked at him, "Although I don't know why I failed, but you seem to have known it?"

Hu Zang still didn't dare to take it lightly when facing Mo Li, even if it was the Mo Li from a hundred years ago.

Seeing that Hu Zang remained silent, Mo Li changed the question: "Or you have confirmed it now."

Hu Zang's lips were straight and he didn't answer Mo Li's words. He just moved aside so as not to block Mo Li's way.

Mo Li did not press the matter, but left with the little phoenix in his arms, and flew back to his own residence with the sword.

Mo Li placed the little phoenix in the same hot spring pool and used the hot spring water to wash away all the dirt on the little phoenix's body. He then took out the bird's nest that he had prepared earlier and placed the little phoenix in it.

The bird's nest is covered with thick fluff, and at the bottom is the fire silk stone that nourishes the phoenix's spiritual veins.

The legendary treasures were piled up around Shen Zhi, forming a formation and continuously pouring into Shen Zhi's body.

Mo Li covered the little phoenix with a thin blanket and gathered his spiritual power to transfer it to the Fire Silk Stone.

The burnt bald little phoenix's color gradually returned to normal, but it still looked weak.

"How is he?" A deep male voice broke the silence, causing Mo Li to pause slightly.

"Fortunately, the result is not too bad," Mo Li replied simply.

"Qi Chengjing" handed the storage bag in his arms to Mo Li, "This is his storage bag."

Mo Li took over the storage bag from Shen Zhi. It was embroidered with fiery red cloud patterns, a gold thread lock edging, and a few scattered bright little flowers on the bottom, making it look a bit more childish.

"If nothing else, I'll go practice first." Mo Li listened to "Qi Chengjing"'s words, without raising his head, and suddenly asked: "Will you hurt him?"

Qi Chengjing's breathing slowed down, and his hand holding the Molten Flame Sword tightened. He then pretended to smile and said, "Why do you ask that? Isn't this the result of a conspiracy between you and me?"

Mo Li closed his eyes and said after a while: "I just saw a very strange person. I have never seen him before, but I know him."

"Qi Chengjing, take care of yourself," Mo Li said, he couldn't decide what "Qi Chengjing" was thinking, this was the last bit of advice he gave him out of consideration for their master-disciple relationship.

"Qi Chengjing" took a deep look at the little phoenix that was breathing hard in the bird's nest, then left in a hurry with a frown.

After "Qi Chengjing" left, Mo Li opened Shen Zhi's storage bag and checked the spirit stones inside. They were exactly the same as he had put them in before.

Mo Li put all the spirit stones in his storage bag into it, tied up Shen Zhi's storage bag, took out a long thin red whip, and tied it to the end.

"A gift for you as you enter adulthood." Mo Li placed the whip and the storage bag next to Shen Zhi, touched its warm little wings with his fingertips, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Shen Zhi's clothes were blown off by "Qi Chengjing" and she stood naked in front of "Qi Chengjing".

That’s not all, he was also pinching his chin, and I don’t know what he was feeding himself.

Shen Zhi was so angry that he used his spiritual power to attack, but he felt an unbearable burning pain in his lower abdomen, causing him to lose control of his body and fall to the ground.

"What did you give me to eat?" Shen Zhi questioned the "Qi Chengjing" in front of him, but it was obvious that he couldn't get an answer.

Later, Shen Zhi's consciousness gradually became blurred. He seemed to be buried in a sea of ​​fire. This fire was more fierce than the fire of his phoenix and burned him in great pain.

Shen Zhi endured it again and again, unable to escape, and had to endure the severe pain of the fire.

Then he smelled his mother's scent. His mother fed him a pill, which melted in his mouth and soothed the burning pain on his body. Then Shen Zhi felt himself being picked up by his mother and put in a safe place.

Shen Zhi's throat was dry and hoarse, and he couldn't stop coughing. He opened his eyes with great effort, and his blurry vision gradually became clear. What he saw was the curling hot spring pool, but his mother was nowhere to be seen.

Shen Zhiyi felt around and found the storage bag hanging on the tail of the slender red whip.

It must have been prepared by my mother, she has been here before.

This realization made the little phoenix happy. Shen Zhi transformed into a human form, put on the clothes that his mother had put in the storage bag for him, picked up the whip and flew out.

He wants to find his mother.

The little phoenix had just recovered, his mind was not very clear, and his sense of direction was even more chaotic. He flew aimlessly and flew into a place surrounded by mountains.

There are all kinds of birds and beasts in it, and countless white bones.

The little phoenix had sharp ears and heard the noisy conversation between the two people. Without thinking, he flew over.

The chaotic conversation reached the little phoenix's ears.

"You are not worthy of being my mother!"

"Hahaha, just kidding. It makes me want to be your mother."

The little phoenix pouted unhappily, how could he talk to his mother like that? If he liked his mother, why didn’t he come?

He must teach this bad child who doesn't listen to his mother a lesson.

But when the little phoenix flew in front of the two people who were talking, she saw a woman holding a sword and about to kill the pale-faced man on the ground, "I'd rather not give birth to you. It's better for you to die."

The enthusiastic little phoenix frowned, not understanding how a mother could want to kill her own son. She swung the whip and wrapped it around the woman's sword, blocking the man. She tilted her head and said to the vicious woman, "My dear mother, you can't hit the child~"