Divine doctor son Ben Hongzhuang

Chapter 564
Mo Jiu bit his lip, resisting the strong uneasiness in his heart, flew down, put Rong Hua on a flat ground for the time being, and began to look for the figure of Emperor Zun.

At this time, the earth was buried under the white snow, and it looked peaceful and serene, but who knew how many things were buried under the white snow.

It is not easy to recruit a man under a snow after an avalanche.

At this moment, Mo Jiu's mind was in a mess, and he searched aimlessly in the snow, but found nothing.

A gust of cold wind blew past, blowing snowflakes and slapping his face.The cold wind hit his face, Mo Jiu didn't feel any pain, but woke up the dreamer.

wind!She has wind spirit power herself, and she even forgot about it?

Mo Jiu seemed to wake up from a dream, and began to mobilize his spiritual power.The wind spirit power emanated from the palms, blowing away the thick snow in front of the eyes, and the snow finally revealed other colors besides snow white.

When the snow was blown away, a large area of ​​rocks fell from the avalanche.Below the boulders were downed trees, and some wild animals that hadn't escaped.

Looking at the corpses of those beasts, Mo Jiu's heart sank again.

Mo Jiu was in the air during the avalanche, and she could see clearly that all the creatures who tried to escape the avalanche were buried by the avalanche and the avalanche, including high-level beasts.

Mo Jiu took a deep breath, and suppressed the uneasiness in his heart again.

No matter how high the level of the beast is, it cannot exceed the ninth level.And Emperor Zun is a figure called a god by this continent, how can he be compared with a fierce beast.

Mo Jiu has never seen the end of Emperor Zun's spiritual power, but at least it is above the blue rank.Maybe it has already reached the purple rank that no one can match.

With such a high level of spiritual power, even if he had already escaped from the collapsed mountain, he might not have escaped.

He comforted himself in this way in his heart, but the movements of his hands did not stop. The wind energy from afar came out from his palms, swept across the snow in front of him, and then checked the objects buried under the snow, carefully inspecting them.

Spiritual power is not endless, so in the past, Mo Jiu's spiritual power was also exhausted, and after the last wave of spiritual power was sent out, Mo Jiu collapsed on a mess of stones.

Just after collapsing for a moment, Mo Jiu forcibly got up again.The fastest way to restore spiritual power is to meditate, and lying on the ground will only waste time.

But just as Mo Jiu got up, he found a piece of cloth not far away.

Not knowing where the strength came from, Mo Jiu flew over.

Sure enough, it was a piece of clothing, and the white fabric was very conspicuous.But it's just the corner of the clothes, you can't tell which part of the clothes it is, and you can't tell what style of clothes it is.Because except for that piece of clothing, the whole person was buried in the soil.

Mo Jiu didn't think much about it, and started digging up the soil with his hands.As for the shovel in her portable space, she ignored it.

One is that she can't think of using a shovel at this time, and the other is that using a shovel in her subconscious may hurt Regal.

The delicate hands were cut several times, and blood flowed out, but Mo Jiu didn't seem to know it, and continued to dig the soil with his hands.

A moment later, the people under the soil showed their faces, it was not Emperor Zun, but the seventh son.

Mo Jiu's expression changed drastically in an instant, from disappointment to relief to anger.

If the Seventh Young Master hadn't left them behind to pick snowy flowers at the last moment, how could Emperor Zun's life or death be unknown?

Mo Jiu's eyes gradually turned cold, and a red light slowly condensed into shape in his raised hand.

(End of this chapter)