Yun Qishen

Chapter 2246 Determination
Mo Langqin was prying open the giant monster's mouth with both hands. Although the ghost beast was protecting him and using its ghost power to resist the monster's attack, it still couldn't prevent the sticky saliva from the monster's mouth from dripping onto Mo Langqin.

"What the hell...are you!"

The creature's saliva carried a rusty smell, which made Mo Langqin frown and feel really disgusted.

“That foolish Taoist of Wu Fangshi thought he had gained the advantage of the Fuwa magic circle and wanted to use it to become an immortal. In fact, I was just using him to use the Fuwa to increase my magic power.

There is no reason not to eat this free food when it is right in front of your mouth!"

The creature tore apart Mo Langqin's ghost beast, and one of its claws pressed down on Mo Langqin's face and bit him.

"Uh--"

Although there was no blood on Mo Langqin's arm, he could clearly feel that the soul in his arm was gone. Then it was his legs, which were devoured bit by bit by the thing with enjoyment.

"Your body is delicious, and even your fate is... I really want to keep you and enjoy you slowly. You will be a very useful refining consumable." A calculation rose in the creature's scarlet eyes, and it looked at Mo Langqin with an increasingly strange look. Suddenly, a red ghost power pierced from another direction and directly hit the creature's scarlet eyes.

Green smoke came out of the creature's eyes as if it was burned by fire. It subconsciously swung its body to defend its surroundings, and Mo Langqin took the opportunity to escape.

Mo Langqin moved cautiously, dragging his unconscious arms and legs. In the blink of an eye, he saw Yan Cang's fragile figure from afar again.

Yan Cang? No, there was a force behind her that I had never seen before, controlling her. It seemed to be a ghost power... a ghost power that I had never sensed before.

Yan Cang's figure was a little unsteady, and she fell to the ground before Mo Langqin could get close to her.

Mo Langqin felt something was wrong. Why didn't Yan Cang's grandmother come with him? Where did the power behind Yan Cang come from? Too many questions disappeared in the monster's roar.

"Who is it! Who is causing trouble? I can't see! Damn it! Ah——"

The thing began to attack randomly in all directions, and the fire in the inner courtyard also spread over. The house collapsed, and the smoke and flames devoured everything around.

"I will destroy all of you--" the creature roared to the sky, and a white sword light slashed down its raised neck, and the monster's roar stopped abruptly.

【Saving the world and covering the long river——】

Jianshuhe's figure stood in front of Mo Langqin.

A vortex began to form in the center of the monster, but in just a few seconds the object was absorbed into the center of the vortex and formed a black pill.

"This breath is..." Mo Langqin raised his head and focused his eyes on Jianshuhe. When Jianshuhe turned around and looked at him, he found that Jianshuhe's face was very old.

Why is he an old man? Shouldn't he be a young Taoist priest...

Mo Langqin felt that it was impossible for him to confuse this feeling. The old man in white in front of him was the Taoist priest in white who had accompanied the Taoist priest Guanyou before.

"Little Taoist friend, this thing will be useful to you, so please keep it well." Jianshuhe handed the elixir refined from that thing to Mo Langqin, who also came back to his thoughts amidst the loud noise of a house collapsing nearby.

"what?"

Jian Shuhe patted Mo Langqin's head and pointed at Yan Cang who had been protected by magic not far away. "Don't be distracted. Go and take care of the child. We will meet again one day in the future."

Mo Langqin glanced in the direction of Yan Cang and turned back, and Jian Shuhe had disappeared. His arms and legs, which had just lost consciousness, also recovered.

When Mo Langqin carried Yan Cang on his back and prepared to leave, the deaf gardener also walked out of the blazing flames in the inner courtyard holding Wang Fangruan.

The two sides looked at each other, and the afterglow of the fire made the atmosphere even more tense.

"..." The deaf gardener was wet all over, as if he had just crawled out of the river, while Wang Fangruan in his arms was sleeping quietly, with no signs of burns on his body.

The deaf gardener looked at Mo Langqin and said, "Give my life to Wang Fangruan, and I will leave with you as Fuwa."