Quickly wear the cannon fodder, he made this short-lived script

Chapter 282 Upper Domain (2)

After getting the answer, Mo Ci calmed down and concentrated on practicing.

At the same time, on a fairy mountain, a little fairy boy was running anxiously and finally came to a temple.

"Master Zheng Qiu, Mo Ci, who was imprisoned in the cold cell, has disappeared."

The little fairy boy's eyes were full of anxiety, he knew very well how important Mo Ci was.

Even though Mo Ci is not favored by the immortal masters now, no one would think of letting him disappear.

Sure enough, the tightly closed palace was soon opened, and a handsome figure appeared in front of him.

The little fairy boy didn't dare to look directly at Zheng Qiuxianshang's face, but just repeated the same words.

When Zheng Qiu heard the news of Mo Ci's disappearance, he thought it was impossible at first.

That person had even his immortal bones taken away from him, how could he possibly escape from the cold prison?

What followed was worry, fear that Mo Ci had been kidnapped by someone else.

He doesn't care about Mo Ci's life or death, but he cares if it threatens Fan Chengye's safety.

That won't work.

Thinking of this, Zheng Qiu grabbed the little fairy boy by the back of his collar, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them appeared outside the cold prison.

Zheng Qiu looked at the cold prison. The restrictions here had not been broken, but he did not see Mo Ci either.

Zheng Qiu glanced at the fairy boy who was trying hard to reduce his presence, then walked into the cold prison.

There were dried bloodstains on the ground, which belonged to Mo Ci.

Zheng Qiu still remembers how painful Mo Ci was when his celestial bones were cut out alive.

But in Zheng Qiu's view, this is nothing. He brought Mo Ci back in the first place just for Fan Chengye.

But... where is Mo Ciren?

How did he, a mortal without immortal bones and a dying mortal, escape from the cold prison without breaking the ban?

and also.

Zheng Qiu's gaze fell on the little fairy boy guarding the cold cell. Just one glance made the little fairy boy shiver with cold.

"When did you disappear?"

The little fairy boy trembled, "Reporting to the Immortal Master, I don't know."

"Don't know?! You're in charge of guarding the cold cell, don't you know?!"

Zheng Qiu was furious and immediately killed the little fairy boy without any intention of listening to his explanation.

Mo Ci is missing, so he has to find a place to vent his anger.

The little fairy boy was indeed guarding the cold prison, but he was guarding a place some distance outside the prison and it was impossible for him to see the situation inside the prison.

What's more, in the little fairy boy's consciousness, Mo Ci is just an ordinary person without fairy bones.

It’s hard to say whether you can survive in this cold prison, so how can you possibly escape?

This also led to his death.

After Zheng Qiu vented his anger, he became even more dissatisfied.

What on earth is going on with this Mo Ci?

He raised his foot and prepared to walk towards Fan Chengye. Just as he arrived at the door of Fan Chengye's palace, he heard a loud explosion.

Even Zheng Qiu was affected.

Immediately afterwards, a strong smell of blood came over.

The palace, which was originally full of good things, was now razed to the ground.

Zheng Qiu stared at the scene in front of him in a daze, unable to react for a moment.

After a while, he ran inside like crazy, trying to find Fan Chengye's trace.

However, all he saw was this desolate scene; Fan Chengye was gone.

"Chengye?! Chengye—?!"

It was rare for Zheng Qiu to have such a big emotional fluctuation, and the commotion here quickly attracted the attention of others.

Soon, many immortal masters rushed over and saw Zheng Qiu covered in dust, looking for something.

Some people frowned as they looked at this place. If they remembered correctly, this place seemed to be the residence of Fan Chengye, Zheng Qiu's favorite disciple.

And now, this place has been razed to the ground, it's simply...

Hard to imagine.

Zheng Qiu also slowly calmed down after the madness, and he found a broken photo stone.

He picked it up and injected it with immortal energy, and a fragmented picture appeared before everyone's eyes.

I saw Fan Chengye seemed to be practicing. In just a moment, his whole body turned red.

It was as if something went wrong in his practice. Fan Chengye's body expanded rapidly, and then he died with a "bang" explosion.

Looking closely, before Fan Chengye self-destructed, a white light flashed within his body.

The people present had good eyesight and could tell that the white light was the immortal bone.

Zheng Qiu looked at the scene for a long time before uttering two words.

"Mo, Ci!"

None of the people who came knew about the immortal bone.

Therefore, only Zheng Qiu knew that the immortal bone did not originally belong to Fan Chengye, but was cut out from Mo Ci by him.

But Fan Chengye and Mo Ci's physiques are the most compatible, and their sacral bones are also the most compatible. Why...

Why does this happen?

Zheng Qiu couldn't understand why. Now that Mo Ci was missing and Fan Chengye had committed suicide, he could only place his hatred on Mo Ci.

The second time, he watched Fan Chengye die in front of him for the second time, and it was related to the same person!

Zheng Qiu's eyes were red, and the hatred in them made others frown when they saw it.

After Zheng Qiu calmed down, he found Fan Chengye's remaining soul and said to one of them.

"Bai Ru, can you lend me your soul-gathering lamp?"

Bai Ru was a man who looked somewhat romantic. Seeing Zheng Qiu like this, he couldn't help but sigh, then took out a lamp and handed it to Zheng Qiu.

"take it."

"Thank you."

After putting Fan Chengye's residual soul into the soul-gathering lamp, Zheng Qiu started talking about other things.

"My disciple Mo Ci murdered his fellow disciples and defected. If you have any news about this evildoer, please inform me immediately. I would be very grateful!"

Zheng Qiu still felt it was not enough and directly issued a bounty order, and the person who offered the bounty was Mo Ci.

Mo Ci himself did not expect that when he was in the Central Region, he was hunted by everyone because of the admission ticket he obtained by chance, and he would receive the same treatment in this world.

But the person he faced this time was much more powerful.

For Mo Ci now, all the troubles outside are nothing but clouds. He only needs to do one thing now, and that is to improve his strength!

On the other side, He Yu and Yu Xinya, who had left Mo Ci behind, suddenly became weak despite their healthy bodies.

This forced them to stop and relax.

He Yu felt his body was weak and became alert for a moment. He was worried that something around them was making them weak.

So he cheered up and supported Yu Xinya as they walked step by step towards the distance.

He had no idea that all this was thanks to Mo Ci's new golden finger.

The immortal bones reshaped by the system were indeed very good. Mo Ci could feel that when he was practicing, there was no hindrance and it was incredibly smooth.

Soon, Mo Ci felt that he had reached the bottleneck of his current practice, so he stopped practicing and prepared to wander around here for a while.

When he opened his eyes, Mo Ci saw a round head. The other person looked at Mo Ci with a pair of big black eyes, as if he had been looking at Mo Ci for a long time.

Mo Ci: ...

Is this a cat? Or a fox?

Mo Ci's hand moved slightly, and his natal weapon fell into his hand.

He looked at the creature in front of him, his eyes full of alertness.

"Ow~"

The animal in front of him tilted its head and barked, then rubbed against Mo Ci's leg, acting coquettishly and cutely, looking completely harmless.

Mo Ci did not feel any hostility from the other party, so he let down his guard a little.

He reached out and touched the little guy, but his sharp eyes swept around.

Just because this little guy is not hostile doesn’t mean his parents are not hostile towards him.

Especially since the little one was still by his side.

"System, how long have I been practicing?"

[Host, a total of ten days, nine hours, and forty-two minutes.]