"Entertainment Father, you really have a cruel heart. Is it for thousands of years to raise it, just for the present day?"

Mo Qingkuang lives in purgatory, surrounded by a restriction that is so strong that he cannot outweigh, but the person who binds him is his adopted father whom he respects extremely.

Qingyang in the ten directions of the cave heaven in the immortal world, the cave owner looks to the sky.

"Haha, why do you think I raise you? If it weren't for your Tongtian Qianyuan body that was of great use to me, I would have cultivated you for thousands of years and let you be the eldest brother in my Qingyang Cave Heaven?" Xiang Wangtian's hand moved without reducing, and he sneered.

The refining around was coming to an end, and Mo Qingkuang's spiritual sense was almost collapsed and he could not resist Xiang Wangtian.

The scenes of the long-term appearance appeared before my eyes. Mo Qingkuang never thought that the kindness in Xiangwang Balance was all pretended.

He knew that his adoptive father was seriously injured and had recovered for many years and had never reached his peak, so Qingyang Cave Heaven was suppressed.

In order to restore his foster father, he kept looking for spiritual medicine, but he did not know that he was the foster father's foster.

Tongtian Qianyuan Body, the second-ranked special physique in the fairy world, has become a nightmare existence for Mo Qingkuang.

"Ah...!!!" A roar resounded throughout the purgatory. For today, Xiang Wangtian had been preparing for a thousand years, just waiting for the maturity of Tongtian Qianyuan body.

Now, I finally waited.

The constraints of the forbidden have reached their peak. Mo Qingkui's sea of ​​consciousness collapsed instantly, and he could feel his body shattering, while his Tongtian Qianyuan body was being stripped away by Xiang Wangtian.

When the boundless pain ended, Mo Qingkuang was left with a scarred mortal fetus, whose dantian was destroyed, his sea of ​​consciousness was destroyed, and he was completely unable to move.

Xiang Wangtian in the distance is fusing to Tongtian Qianyuan body, his aura is rising steadily, and he has entered the realm of the peak Immortal Emperor in the Immortal World Martial Arts.

But Mo Qingkuang could only watch helplessly, and he was powerless, and he didn't even have the ability to move his little fingers, and death was approaching.

Even though I had a huge hatred, I wanted to peel Xiang Wangtian and get cramps, but I finally had no chance to achieve it.

The power in the body was gone, the Dantian was destroyed and the power could not be condensed. The force at the Immortal Lord's realm disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea...

"No need to waste your energy. You are already a useless person and there is no chance to come back!" Xiang Wangtian in the distance had been integrated, and the realm of the Immortal Emperor was completely natural.

Mo Qingkui stared at him fiercely, but the hatred in his eyes was ignored by Xiang Wangtian, and the voice slowly came out:

"Kuai'er, you are my most cherished disciple and my adopted son. Today, you should be happy to be able to recover from your adopted father's injury!"

Mo Qingkuang could no longer make a sound, but Xiang Wangtian could see clearly when his lips spoke clearly—

"Don't you regard me as your adopted son? I am just a tool for you to restore your strength!"

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

Xiang Wangtian smiled at the sky with a long smile, with a very arrogant feeling, but after a while, he put away his smile, his voice was chilling, and he fell into Mo Qingkuan's ears:

"So what, so what, no, I can only blame you for being too stupid all your life, but it's only then that I realize that it's not too late!"

"Xiang Wangtian, you are not worthy of being the Lord of Qingyang!" Mo Qingkuang held his breath, shouted angrily, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out, causing his injury to dizzy directly.

Looking at Mo Qingkuang's appearance, he felt a sense of coldness on his face, and raised his hand and took Mo Qingkuang to the junction between the Immortal Realm and the Cultivation Realm.

"Go, Xiang Wangtian is a good person. He doesn't want to be involved in killing evil. He should have a waste. He should go where he should be! Go for oneself!"

The voice was faint, accompanied by Mo Qingkuang's body and went straight into the lower realm. He was so frustrated. Now Mo Qingkuang is a mortal, so it would be better to just say that he would die.

Mo Qingkuang in the passage has never woken up. Perhaps he would rather sleep in this life than face his current situation.

However, at this moment, with a "huocha!", a divine thunder suddenly struck Mo Qingkuan, and with some other objects approaching Mo Qingkuan quickly.

But in the midst of lightning, Mo Qingkang's body, which was bombarded by divine thunder, rushed through the boundaries of the cultivation world and fell directly into the mortal world.

Very heavy...

This is Mo Qingkuan’s only idea.

However, in just a moment, Mo Qingkuang opened his eyes, turned over suddenly, looking around with confusion-

“Where is this?”

However, before Mo Qingkuan could figure it out, he was shocked by an unknown object in front of him. His short legs were shaking in the air, as if half of his body was trapped in the soil, and some babbling sounds were made.

Out of curiosity, Mo Qingkuang reached out and lifted his legs out. As soon as he met, he punched his nose, making Mo Qingkuang let go.

Tears were swaying, and Mo Qingkang then covered his nose and looked forward. A child about two or three years old, tied a bun, looked at himself with a hip and angrily said:

"Bastard, can you be rude to me? Let me tell you that even if I look like a ghost, I can beat you back to my mother's womb in minutes and rebuild it!"

Mo Qingkuang was speechless and was about to speak, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, his body curled up instantly, sweating profusely, and his face turned pale.

It was at this time that Mo Jing felt that something was wrong with his body. His dantian was destroyed and his sea of ​​consciousness collapsed, but this body seemed to have nothing to do.

No... it's not that it's okay, but that there is another big thing. The severe pain accompanied by a strange memory rushed straight into Mo Qingkuan's mind. It seemed that death was closer to Mo Qingkuan than the truth.

"Bastard, you can't die. What should I do if you die... Bastard..."

The little guy was screaming beside Mo Qingkuang, but Mo Qingkuang didn't listen to a word, his eyelids became heavier and he gradually lost consciousness...

When Mo Qingkuang woke up again, he felt that there was sunshine on his face. Although it was warm, he still felt dazzling with his eyes closed.

"Glamorous?" Mo Qingkuang was stunned for a moment. Didn't he die? What was the feeling of being on the verge of death just now?

I slowly opened my eyes, the sun became even more intense, and my position was still on the hillside where I fainted before, with a sleeping figure leaning against my arms.

Her little face is pink, she is wearing a red bellyband and a red rope hanging barefoot. She looks particularly cute when she looks like a big guy. But where did such a little guy come from?

The breath in his body had returned to calm, and Mo Qingkuang's heart gradually connected the strange situations in his body.

In the mortal realm, Lanwu Continent, and Zunyuan Dynasty, Mo Qingkuang did not expect that he could take over his body and be reborn. Although he was a little unclear, he had finally saved his life and seemed to have unexpected gains.
Chapter completed!