Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 748 Planning

Although Yan Ping died, the things on his body remained.

Ma Chengwei quickly cleaned up the mess, picked up the token belonging to the ancestral temple, hurried to the prison, and rescued his family members.

Then he came to a secret place without stopping.

"senior!"

He pushed away the clouds and mist, and landed in a place covered with snow.

There is a huge ghost sitting cross-legged here, just sitting cross-legged is like a mountain, its power and power make Ma Chengwei bow his head subconsciously.

But if you look closely, there seems to be a crack in the ghost's head, and a black lightning hovers between the eyebrows, occasionally attracting thunder from heaven and earth.

Every time it fell, the ghost would grunt, and the ghost's body would tremble wildly.

Even so, Ma Chengwei still didn't dare to slack off in front of the other party, respectfully and saluted, and told the story one by one.

"snort!"

Hearing that Mo Qiu killed Yan Ping, the ghost's eyes moved slightly, and he said leisurely:

"It's really unexpected that the old man just reminded him a little, and he has already pre-empted and completely eliminated Yan Ping so quickly."

"Act decisively, strike fiercely..."

"amazing!"

"It's amazing!"

He reminded Mo Qiu to pay attention to Yan Ping, because he wanted to help Yan Ping when he did something, so that he could also get closer to Mo Qiu.

Did not expect.

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qiu sneaked into Yan Ping's mansion overnight, and found something wrong, so he cut the weeds and rooted them out.

Such decisiveness made the ghosts admire again and again.

Ma Chengwei pondered for a while, and said: "It should be that Mo Qiuben has noticed it, this time he just pushed the boat along with the current and made a move in advance."

"Yeah." The ghost nodded slowly:

"Di Ku is weak-tempered, he has a lot of reliance on Quanzhen Dao, and he has a sweetheart in Mo Qiu's hands, so he will not invade the Xuanyou Cave of the Upper Qing."

"Wang Huang is different!"

"As long as King Zhao stops invading and the chaos in King Lu's territory subsides, he will never let go of the tens of millions of creatures in the cave world. You can't help but understand this truth."

"Senior." Ma Chengwei's eyes moved slightly:

"That is to say, Lord Mo can form an alliance with us?"

"Yeah." The ghost nodded.

"That's really great." Ma Chengwei rubbed his hands together and said:

"Although Mo Dao's main cultivation level is not high, his strength is extremely terrifying. With Yan Ping's ability, he couldn't survive calling for help."

"Strength, far surpasses the intermediate level of the ghost king."

"Combined with seniors and princes, no matter how strong Wang Huang is, it's nothing!"

He had witnessed Mo Qiu show his supernatural power twice with his own eyes, once he single-handedly forced back hundreds of ghost kings in King Lu's Realm, and once he forcibly killed Yan Ping under his nose.

Be in awe of Moqiu's strength.

"Ah……"

Hearing this, the ghost said coldly:

"You underestimate the ability of the master of the ancestral temple. Even if the old man's strength is intact, he may not have a chance to win him."

"Moqiu's strength is good, but there is still a big gap from that existence, and it may not be possible for me to join forces with him."

"Ah!" Ma Chengwei was taken aback for a moment, but he firmly believed in the other party's judgment, and said in a low voice:

"And what about the prince?"

"Di Ku?" The ghost's expression darkened:

"My apprentice is full of great ambitions, and his heart is hidden in the world, but he is inexperienced. If he hadn't taken the initiative to give in, how could Wang Huang be where he is today?"

"How can the situation in King Lu Realm be so bad?"

"It's better to count on Wang Huang to back down automatically than counting on him!"

This ghost is obviously the old master of Qifei Palace, that unknown master who was rumored to have long since fallen.

For the apprentice who had placed high hopes, this ghost is obviously extremely disappointed now, and there is no anger and anger in his words, and he reprimands faintly.

"Then what should we do?" Ma Chengwei frowned.

"No rush." ​​The ghost slowed down his voice:

"Mo Qiu's strength is not weak, at least he can hold Wang Huang for a while, and if he does the calculation with his heart or not, his odds of winning are better than before."

"and."

"There is Taiyi Sect behind him. If we can invite one or two top monks, we may not be able to make a comeback in one fell swoop. Don't worry for now."

"yes."

Ma Chengwei should be.

…………

Because King Lu changed his position, all the forces around the palace also retreated, and many courtyards changed owners.

Among them, the most expensive part was given to Palace Master Wang Huang from the ancestral temple, while the most delicate part was occupied by Qin Qingrong.

There are many treasured pavilions here, but few ghosts can enter.

The saint retreated to thank the guests and devoted herself to practicing.

certainly.

Don't ask for it not to be included.

"Crackling..."

Inside the house, the Silver Soul Wood was held up by the Nine Nether Fires, burning and shattering, emitting green smoke many times, and the smoke permeated the house but did not disperse.

This kind of smoke is a great tonic for ghosts and ghosts.

One bite of the Yin Soul can condense the ghost body and transform into a fierce ghost, saving decades of penance.

And this was just something Qin Qingrong used to keep warm and nourish her body.

It is burned every day, which is thousands of catties!

"Congratulations."

Looking at Qin Qingrong, Mo Qiu smiled sincerely:

"Intermediate ghost king, Qingrong's cultivation has improved faster than mine, which makes Mo Mou who once uttered wild words a little ashamed."

"Your foundation is far more solid than mine, and your strength is also stronger than mine." Qin Qingrong was also extremely relaxed in front of Mo Qiu, so she was not humble about her progress, and handed over a jade slip as she spoke:

"This is the method of my practice."

The wonderful treasure of the divine fetus!

This is an extremely mysterious exercise from the ancestral temple. It is said that only ghost cultivators who meet certain conditions can be taught.

It is a serious crime to teach in private.

Now that Qin Qingrong handed it over, it seemed normal. In her opinion, as long as it was her own, the other party would know everything about it.

Mo Qiu stretched out his hand to take it, and when his divine sense fell inward, his expression became concentrated.

He has observed many secret methods, and he can tell the difference by just looking at the grades of the methods. This method is indeed rare.

After a while.

Mo Qiu showed his face and pondered, put down the jade slip in his hand, and said:

"This method, I'm afraid it will end up making a wedding dress for others."

"Hmm..." Qin Qingrong also had some guesses about this, but her face remained unchanged when she heard the words, and asked:

"What do you see?"

"The Miao Zang of the Divine Embryo is to conceive the Divine Embryo with itself as the body. The Divine Embryo is formed by the intersection of heaven and earth, so there is no bottleneck in the realm. As long as you have enough cultivation, you can improve." Mo Qiu opened his mouth and glanced at Qin Qingrong at the same time:

"It is precisely because of this, Qing Rong, that you can improve your cultivation so quickly."

"but."

"The mana acquired by this method is owned by the god's womb. The practitioner seems to deposit the mana he has worked so hard into as money, and then withdraw it when he uses it every day. It seems that there is no discount, and it is very convenient It is convenient, but it is very different from personal cultivation.”

Qin Qingrong's pretty face was tense, her eyes were serious, she nodded slowly and said:

"I also feel that something is wrong, but I haven't been able to find out where the problem is. Now that you say that, I understand."

As she spoke, she hummed softly:

"Holy Master is afraid that he wants me to be a furnace for practicing kung fu, and when the divine fetus is consummated, he will take it away in one fell swoop, so as to accomplish its great cause."

"This..." Mo Qiu pondered, shaking his head lightly:

"I'm afraid it's not entirely true."

"By the way, the holy master of the ancestral temple should be a woman, right?"

"Female?" Qin Qingrong was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head:

"The Holy Lord has never revealed his real body, and even the three hall masters don't know whether it is male or female, and even the voice is indistinguishable."

"Really?" Mo Qiu was noncommittal:

"This method is extremely mysterious, and it can ignore obstacles in the realm. It is fine for Qingrong to practice for the time being, but in the future, you need to pay attention to others taking credit."

"This point, it's not in a hurry."

"En." Qin Qingrong nodded:

"Your side, how is the situation recently?"

These days, she has been retreating and cultivating hard, and she hardly pays attention to the outside world, but she also knows that Moqiu's situation is not good.