Cultivating immortals is a hard job

However, Xiao Qian at this time was obviously no longer the young man who had just started practicing Taoism.

After being taken over by Wuji Sanren, his appearance did not change much.

After more than two hundred years of fusion of soul and body, the possessor had already completely controlled this body.

Wuji Sanren spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.

"I have no grudges against you, why did you break into the cave and do such a vicious thing?"

Mo Xun sneered.

"Why, you don't recognize me after just two hundred years?"

Upon hearing this, Wuji Sanren immediately showed some doubts.

But no matter how he recalled, he could not remember when he had offended such a big man.

More than two hundred years ago, he had just succeeded in possessing a body.

In order to avoid arousing suspicion from others, he spent most of his time practicing in Guyuemen, and even when he went out, he returned in a hurry.

In his impression, he did not seem to have any conflicts with others.

In fact, this is reasonable. Who would take a small Qi-refining master to heart?

In addition, with the improvement of his realm and strength, the aura that Mo Xun showed from inside to outside is no longer comparable to that of the past.

Even if the real Xiao Qian were alive, he might not be able to recognize him at a glance.

But when Mo Xun flipped his palm, a ball of purple flame jumped out of his palm, and then turned into a blazing fire phoenix.

"Xuantian True Fire!"

Wuji Sanren's eyes condensed, and he suddenly thought of something.

Although this is the true fire that has been promoted to the second level, the form it shows is undoubtedly Chi Li.

Then, Mo Xun stretched out his other hand.

Then he saw a ball of spiritual power slowly condensed in his palm.

The spiritual power gradually outlined the image of a tree in the void.

Looking closely, it was the Soul-Nourishing Tree!

The next moment, Wuji Sanren's surprised voice came.

"It's you!"

Mo Xun retracted his hands, and the Xuantian True Fire and the image of the tree disappeared.

His eyes fell on Wuji Sanren's face, which was so stunned that it could not be more.

"It seems that you have remembered it!"

Wuji Sanren was completely stunned.

"How could this be possible..."

In Wuji Sanren's opinion, this was indeed impossible!

He was a Qi-refining cultivator who had no power to fight back, and he saw with his own eyes that he fell into the Soul-breaking Cliff, which was enough to daunt even the foundation-building cultivators. Not only did he survive miraculously, but he also cultivated to a height that he could not reach.

"Should I call you Brother Xiao or Senior Wuji now?"

Mo Xun came to Wuji Sanren jokingly. If he had to say it, he would have to thank the person in front of him.

If the other party had not forced him back then, he would not have met the Fairy Yuehua.

And he would not have gotten the Linglong Ring!

You must know that this treasure has saved him from danger many times.

After a long time, Wuji Sanren seemed to come back to his senses from his shock.

"It seems that you must have had another opportunity under the Cliff of Broken Souls!"

In Wuji Sanren's opinion, the reason why Mo Xun didn't die and cultivated to such a level in less than three hundred years must be that he got a great benefit from that experience.

Mo Xun didn't respond, but pointed at Li Qingying on the stone platform.

"Tell me, what did you do to her?"

He came here, of course, not to humiliate this former enemy.

In fact, if it hadn't been for this, he would have almost forgotten the guy in front of him.

Wuji Sanren glanced at the stone platform, as if he suddenly discovered something, and then showed a grim smile.

"You are the leader of the Tianjian Sect!"

Mo Xun frowned.

I heard Wuji Sanren continue: "The elder brother Mo that the woman kept talking about before she died, I think it was you too!"

At this point, Wuji Sanren suddenly laughed.

"Hahaha... Even if you form a Nascent Soul, your woman will still die in my hands!"

When Mo Xun heard this last sentence, he was struck by lightning.

"You killed her!"

Mo Xun almost gritted his teeth when he said these words!

Wuji Sanren laughed unscrupulously, completely without the panic he had shown before.

Perhaps he realized that he would die anyway, and he had no scruples.

"Yes, but it's a pity that you came a little late. Even if it was half an hour in the morning, there would be a chance of rescue. Unfortunately, it's too late... Hahaha..."

Amidst his laughter, Wuji Sanren suddenly burst into flames.

This man actually destroyed his body in front of Mo Xun.

Even his soul was dissipated bit by bit in the flames.

Under this scene, even Mo Xun, who was always calm, could not calm down and was filled with rage.

This was the first time he felt powerless since he formed his infant.

In extreme anger, he slapped out with his palm.

The palm wind, which was full of boundless anger, directly blasted Wuji Sanren, who was still laughing in the flames, into a ball of blood mist.

Smelling the nauseating blood in the air, Mo Xun calmed down after a long while.

He turned around and his eyes fell on the thin figure on the stone platform.

The face could not be seen under the snow-white silver hair, familiar yet strange.

He walked slowly towards the stone platform, his face was already gloomy.

Perhaps he was worried that the face would overlap with the face in his memory.

He tore open a layer of barrier outside the stone platform with a casual tear.

When he saw the bloodless and lifeless face, Mo Xun closed his eyes briefly.

Li Qingying was the least visible woman he had ever met.

But it was undeniable that this girl had accompanied him through the most confused years when he first entered the world of immortal cultivation.

This was a girl without her own opinion. She started practicing because of her sister.

Later, she persisted just to catch up with Mo Xun.

How could Mo Xun not know the girl's ignorant feelings?

It was just that he was young and all his thoughts were on the road to immortality, so he pretended to be unaware.

He still remembered that when he parted with Li Qingying, he promised her that he would visit Jiuli Palace soon.

But this belated promise was fulfilled in front of him.

He grabbed Li Qingying's slender and white wrist with a little trembling, trying to feel a little vitality from her body.

But the result was regrettable!

Thinking back then, Li Qingying had died once because she saved him.

But that time, she was lucky that her soul was separated from her body. He used the Soul Nurturing Lock to warm the girl's soul, and finally he was able to use the secret method to help her return to life.

But this time, only a cold body was left.

Even if he had all the means, his soul was gone!

Thinking of this, he actually blamed himself silently.

If he had killed Wuji Sanren as soon as he returned to Southern Xinjiang, perhaps the girl would not have died.