Updated: 2013-04-04

"Where is this, why am I here?" he spoke, asking the question he wanted to know the most at the moment.

The woman didn't seem to expect him to calm down so quickly. She paused slightly, and then replied in a cold and plain tone, "This is the interior of the ancient altar, I will take action to ingest you here."

A bloody altar image suddenly appeared in Mo Yu's mind. When he looked at the woman in front of him, he couldn't help but breathe a breath of air. The eternal altar in the woman's mouth should be the projection of the altar he saw, which could pull him into this place, so she... was naturally a powerful existence suppressed by the altar!

"Thank you for saving your life. I have offended you before. Please forgive me." He spoke respectfully, with a very sincere tone. Whether it was the black bone palm or the three shattered divine suns, he would definitely die. He could still live now, obviously because he was rescued by the woman in front of him. This thank you was just right. But his body was stiff and unable to move at this moment, and he looked a little weird when he lay on the ground.

The woman obviously wouldn't care about this and said lightly: "You don't need to thank you. I will save you, but I want to gain hope for myself."

Mo Yu was slightly silent and said, "I wonder what I can do for you?"

The woman was a little satisfied with his reaction, but before she could speak, her face changed slightly. The next moment, the surrounding golden light shield suddenly shone brightly, and the dazzling golden light made Mo Yu unable to look directly.

"Qin Qing'er, you are no longer able to compete. I want to see how long you can hold on!" Senran shouted softly and suddenly came into his ears. Mo Yu instantly identified clearly. It was the person who had taken action before and wanted to kill him.

Qin Qing'er's face was calm and she said lightly: "A mere blood-robed guardian, if my body comes, I can kill you with one thought. Now my clone is suppressed by you. If I really can't break free, I will give up this clone directly. I have remembered your soul breath. When my body comes, no matter you escape to the ends of the world, you will never escape to death."

The voice of the Blood Robe Guardian suddenly fell silent, and after a few breaths, his sneer came, "If you dare to give up your clone, you have already shattered the altar projection, so why bother to support me? I think you have noticed that I am carrying a sub-body of the Holy Sect's artifact. Although I cannot exert all my power, it is enough to seal part of your soul when you abandon your clone. As long as you bring part of your soul back to the holy altar, my Holy Sect can grasp your life gate and use the soul-summoning technique to suppress all your souls!"

"Hahahaha! It is a great contribution to being able to suppress the most talented descendants of the ancient lineage. I can even get the sect leader to inject strength personally, and it is very likely to break through my own realm! Don't worry, I have enough patience to lose your strength bit by bit, and it depends on how long you can hold on!"

His voice dissipated, and the speed of the viscous blood and gas flowing from the outside suddenly surged. The golden light of the light shield burst and resisted with all his strength. The whole process lasted for a while before it recovered, but the light shield was compressed for several inches, leaving the two of them with more narrow safety space.

Qin Qing'er's face showed a hint of paleness, but her expression was as calm as before, and she said lightly: "You have heard that I want to break free from the projection of the ancient altar, and I can only abandon this clone. All you need to do is to protect part of my soul from leaving. As a reward, I will heal all your injuries before this, and even restore your soul cultivation, and will not leave any hidden dangers in the future."

Mo Yu looked at the woman in front of him. It was hard to imagine that she could resist the suppression of the Eternal Altar just by just a clone. Then how terrifying was her original cultivation? He was silent for a moment and smiled bitterly: "I don't seem to have a choice to refuse."

"Just understand."

Mo Yu took a breath slowly and said solemnly: "I promise that unless I die, I will definitely protect my soul from leaving."

"It's better, otherwise I will really give up this part of my soul and make you ecstasy." Qin Qing'er's tone was plain, and it was this calm that made her more powerful. "You start to use your martial arts now, and I will use my secret technique to steal some of the power of the ancient altar to help you recover. Remember, once my power begins, my power will pass quickly, so there is only one opportunity. If you can't grasp it, we will all die."

"Wait!" Mo Yu spoke in her slightly cold gaze, "Senior, have the three monks with me escaped from the eternal altar?"

Qin Qing'er was slightly stunned, and the chill in her eyes dissipated. She thought he was going to take the opportunity to make some requests, but she didn't expect it to be for this matter. She nodded and said, "They have escaped."

Mo Yu immediately showed relief and said respectfully: "Then there is no problem, senior, please start." In his eyes, he calmed down completely at this moment, and only firmness was revealed. Things were definitely not just as Qin Qing'er said. Even if she gave up her clone, she could seriously injure the Blood Robe Guardian, even if he had one tenth of his power left, it would be difficult to take her soul away! But since she had taken action to save him and did this arrangement, there was obviously some hope in things. This life was picked up. Since he had the opportunity to take a fight, he naturally had to do his best to leave here alive.

A trace of undetectable appreciation flashed deep in Qin Qing'er's eyes, but her flawless pretty face was still as cold as before. She stopped talking, raised her hand and grabbed it up, and her cuffs slid slightly, revealing a delicate and white piece of jade arms as delicate as white as her cream, shining with an ivory luster.

"Steal the sky and change the sun, take the power of the eternal altar for my use!" Qinglong shouted softly. Where her palms grabbed the fall, the golden light shield rippled like water waves, gradually turning into a vortex. It was quiet and breathless when it turned, but there was a stream of sticky blood mist overflowing from it.

Qin Qing'er's face was solemn, "Enable the exercises quickly and absorb the power of the altar to recover!"

Mo Yu closed his eyes, "Treading the Nine Yangs" directly operated, and a stream of blood mist was attracted, like a bird returning to the forest and melted into his body. His body was like a cracked earth that had been drought for a long time, and every inch of blood and flesh was crazily swallowing the power entering his body in cheers and excitement. The power of blood mist was almost the same as the gains from refining the blood pill, but the level of purity was far above the blood pill formed by Mo Yu's refining the qi and blood in Lincheng. After a few short breaths, his almost exhausted qi and blood were restored to a little.

Moreover, in the viscous blood mist, there was another mysterious power, which was slightly cool and integrated into the body, allowing the fatigue he felt to fade quickly, his thoughts became clearer, and the sensation between him and his body continued to increase.

This is the power of the soul!
Chapter completed!