My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

He also hoped to rely on them to break out of this prison of heaven and earth, and of course he was reluctant to hurt their lives. However, if they really refused to give in, he would have no choice but to kill the chicken and scare the monkey and find someone to perform the operation.

Thinking this in his mind, his eyes became more gloomy and cold.

"Fenghua, step back!" Seeing the murderous intent in Ao Canhun's eyes, Mo Qingqiu's heart froze and he stepped in front of Gu Fenghua.

When he first came to this broken space and saw Ao Canhun, he knew that this old life would probably be ruined here, and he was already prepared to fight to the death. But he didn't expect that not only himself, but Gu Fenghua and others were also in dire straits due to Ao Canhun's conspiracy.

As one of the Eighteen Envoys of the Wuji Holy Heaven, he has lived for tens of thousands of years and has long looked down on life and death, but he does not want Gu Fenghua and others to perish in this broken space. Especially Gu Fenghua, both in terms of aptitude and temperament, it is rare to see him through the ages, and even his young self cannot compare with him.

He has high hopes for Gu Fenghua. If the catastrophe comes again, he hopes that she can turn the tide and resolve the disaster to save hundreds of millions of people.

Looking at Gu Fenghua's beautiful and young face, Mo Qingqiu secretly made up his mind and began to make a series of hand seals. The nine Holy Beads between the eyebrows and the nine Holy Soul Beads behind him appeared at the same time. The brilliant golden light was so bright and dazzling that it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.

And the golden light circulated around and merged together to form a ball of golden light the size of a fist, like silk and wadding. Although it was extremely soft, it still seemed to have substance, just like the blazing stars in the night sky.

Looking at the burning stars, one can feel a deep sense of sadness, as well as deep love and reluctance. At the same time, one can also feel Mo Qingqiu's unique energy, just like another Mo Qingqiu. Stand in front of me.

Holy spirit! Obviously, this is Mo Qingqiu's holy soul. Worthy of being one of the top experts in Wuji Holy Heaven, this holy spirit is obviously several times, even a hundred times stronger than Gu Fenghua's holy spirit.

However, what made Gu Fenghua feel uneasy was that in addition to the sadness, love and reluctance, this holy soul also faintly released the aura of destruction and death.

"Master!" Behind him, a middle-aged man who fell to the ground with blood all over his body exclaimed, it was Qing Fan.

Staring at the dazzling golden altar beads and holy soul beads, as well as the solid holy soul that seemed to be burning, Qingfan's eyes were full of horror: Obviously, the master was preparing to self-destruct the holy soul and make the final battle with Ao Canhun. One trick.

If it can't be condensed into a holy soul, that's it. Once it is condensed, it will become the foundation of the emperor's holy power. Once this holy soul explodes by itself, its power will far exceed that of the self-destructing holy bead or holy soul bead, but the consequences will of course be even more tragic.

With Mo Qingqiu's powerful cultivation, no matter whether he self-destructs the Holy Soul Bead or the Holy Bead, he can save his life, and even have a chance to recover his cultivation. However, if he self-destructs the Holy Soul, his body will be shattered, his soul will be destroyed, and he will not be reincarnated forever!

"Qing Fan, I am afraid that my master is in doom today. If I can exchange my life for your safety, I will die for my master without any regrets." Mo Qingqiu said calmly.

Others may not be able to see his intentions for a while, but they can never hide it from his direct disciples. However, he has already made up his mind and will not give Qing Fan a chance to persuade him.

Qing Fan was about to open his mouth to persuade him, but when he saw the look of despair on his face, he couldn't say what he originally wanted to persuade him. He turned over and got up with difficulty, staggered two steps, and fell to his knees again. On the ground, two lines of clear tears fell.