Tiangong Creation Beast

Chapter 645 We are the Mist Knot Clan

"Mist knots connect hearts." Lu Qian breathed out softly.

Darkness surrounded him, but this seemingly invisible darkness could not arouse the fear in his heart. His mood was calm, and he even quickly regained his state in this familiar darkness.

That state of Lu Qian practicing in the dead darkness.

Lu Qian admitted that he didn't like that period of deathly silence and darkness, but he had already accepted it and was used to it. Faced with the darkness that seemed different in form but not in spirit, he would only exert more power than usual.

After all, he was born and raised in darkness!

"Mist knots connect hearts." Lu Qian sat down in the darkness very casually. He knew that this darkness was nothing but darkness.

It's the same everywhere. He just sat down, and what greeted him and held him up was something called darkness.

The man in red just sat down, and the darkness swallowed everything. In this silent darkness, he couldn't see the blazing color of his red clothes, but he didn't care.

Because he knew it was red, just like the colorful world he slowly outlined in his own world.

Although it was difficult for other colors to exist in the darkness, even in his heart, apart from a touch of blazing red, only a patch of duplicitous white occupied a small space.

But he is no longer the lonely Lu Qian he once was. He is accustomed to darkness, accepts darkness, and makes darkness his own strength.

In this way, it doesn't matter if there is only darkness in his world, there are other colors coexisting with darkness in his heart.

"Mist knots connect hearts." Lu Qian sat in a relaxed posture and slowly closed her purple eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered a touch of clear and vivid blue. That touch of blue broke into his world with the cunningness of a girl and a deep bond with him.

It existed in the darkness, and although it had not yet emitted its clear blue light, he knew that it existed.

"Mist knots connect hearts." Lu Qian slowly stretched out his hand. No one could see his movements in the darkness, but he could feel them.

Mist knot heart, the Mist knot clan who are best at illusory formations, are you unwilling to be angry and resentful of everything in your hearts when you are forced to become magic weapons...

Arouse the unwillingness in your heart, arouse the anger in your heart, arouse the resentment in your heart, arouse all the negative emotions in your heart...

The Mist Knot clan is essentially fog...

And I, Lu Qian, a quasi-emperor who was born in the darkness and silence and grew up in the darkness and vastness, the core of my power is the fog, not to mention that the body I am using now is the son of the fog closest to the fog...

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Come, communicate with me, serve me, become my dependent...

Lu Qian didn't break the illusion, even though he could easily do it, because he had a bigger plot in mind.

Everyone thought that the Wujie clan was extinct, and they died in the hunt of them by the cultivators of the universe.

But Lu Qian, whose origin is fog, can sense the rich vitality hidden in the light yellow mist at the moment when the illusion comes.

The Wujie clan did not really die, and what he encountered this time may be the remaining fire of the Wujie clan.

At the moment when he discovered this, Lu Qian did not have the thought that the monks in the world had made full use of the Wujie clan, even though Lu Qian knew that the Wujie clan's talent in illusions was truly unique in the world.

Unparalleled.

Because he knew that it would be too wasteful to make the Mist Knot clan become the Mist Knot.

It is clear that the Mist Knot clan is a huge treasure trove for sustainable development, and the act of making them become Mist Knots is simply killing the goose and taking advantage of the situation.

Lu Qian wants to make the Wujie clan his dependent clan, his subordinate race.

He gave shelter to the Mist Knot clan, and the Mist Jie clan served him.

He will not force this race, but as long as this race does not want to fall into a situation of being slaughtered by others, it will serve him voluntarily.

Lu Qian knew that he was the smartest and he had found the most correct path.

And he also has the confidence that he has the ability to do all this.

This illusion cannot trap him. Even if he does not take the initiative to break this illusion, this illusion will eventually be broken.

Lu Qian looked for the Wujie clan who communicated and created this illusion, while Tian Qing looked at the small clouds dancing in front of him with a confused expression.

What is this?!

Beside Tian Qing, the huge ice luan fell to the ground and transformed into the cold and cold little boy.

Liang Yue has a cold temperament, but she has a soft face, which bluntly neutralizes that coldness.

He looked at the jumping misty and light little clouds, and his cold and cold face slowly said two words: "It's fog."

These small clouds are just the concentration of fog, and their essence is still fog.

Tian Qing nodded and lowered her gaze to a light yellow cloud among the small clouds that seemed to be watching her as well.

That cloud gave her a somewhat familiar aura.

She still remembered that she had fought with the people of the Dark Night Blood Palace before, using Liang Yue to pretend to be her Ice Son's strength.

It is true that by fighting like that, she still exposed part of her strength and talent in front of the people of Dark Night Blood Palace and Dark Life Pavilion, but it doesn't matter, there is still an excuse in front of her.

And some people, what they need is that seemingly unnecessary excuse.

She had the absolute ability to protect herself, and the balance of victory in that battle was in their favor.

In this case, these clouds should be created by people from the Dark Night Blood Palace opposite.

Mo Tu, that monk who had a good brother who had many good things in his hands, Tian Qing locked onto the target almost instantly.

"Are you a demon slayer? What's the purpose of trapping me in this space?" Tian Qing didn't know if these little clouds could understand her, but she thought she had to communicate with these guys.

She didn't know what was going on in the space in front of her where only she and those little clouds existed, but she knew clearly that communication could solve 80% of the world's problems and the remaining 20%.

It can be solved by force.

Tian Qing's idea is to be polite first and then attack. If these little clouds of unknown things can't communicate, then just destroy them.

Destroy everything in this space except her, and she can always go back.

It just so happened that there was no one here except her, so she didn't have to worry about those emperors noticing in advance if she showed too much strength.

Tian Qing's left hand behind her back was quietly clenched, and her clear and agile eyes looked at the only cloud that gave her a sense of familiarity.

The clouds that Tian Qing was watching were swaying from side to side, seeming a little anxious, while Tian Qing, who looked gentle and harmless with a slight dimple hanging from the corner of her mouth, was very calmly watching everything that happened in front of her.

After a long, long time, Tian Ting heard a soft, intermittent voice suddenly ringing in her mind:

[No... we... are... the Mist Knot... clan...]

(End of chapter)