Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 347: Raising Gods 27

She is pretty, delicate and fair, but if other people in the Void Realm saw her, they would probably be frightened to the point of becoming incoherent and losing their souls.

Because this child's eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as the one in Kunlun Temple!

When Yaying saw Him for the first time, he was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time.

Especially after confirming that the child indeed had the blood of gods, they were shocked.

The one in the Kunlun Temple is a god who has existed since ancient times. Because he was deprived of all emotions by the gods since birth, he was able to draw the sword of rules and become the supreme heavenly way.

In other words, because he is ruthless and desireless, he is always fair and just, and is the defender of the rules. Once he is tempted by desire, the backlash of his ruthlessness can burn his soul to ashes.

But now, this god has a child.

Crow Shadow knew that as a Heavenly Dao, it would be easy for him to have a child with his own blood.

But if this child has a mother, it would be very interesting.

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Qing Wan used forbidden techniques to take Qiu Yueming away from the Qishan Sword Sect at all costs. Because they were in a hurry, they just randomly booked a place.

So when she came out of the formation and looked at the huge forest in front of her, she was stunned for a moment.

Everywhere you look, you can see giant trees that are hundreds of meters tall, with strong branches and strange shapes, and protruding roots that are intertwined and covered with green moss.

It was clearly daytime, but the treetops that blocked out the sun blocked most of the sunlight. The dim and gloomy, depressing environment that seemed to have no end seemed to make it even more eerie.

Qing Wan was dizzy due to the excessive consumption of forbidden techniques and rested for a long time before he recognized the place.

She had read about the Bone Forest, the land of death, in books. The tree spirits that inhabited the area were all thousand-year-old monsters that lived on carrion.

Of course, if there are no corpses, they will create corpses.

Qing Wan looked at the increasingly restless branches and tightened her grip on Fen Ji again. Her clothes were torn in many places and her veil had fallen off. Invisibly, the scent of the peony became stronger because its owner was in danger.

In the dim light, the tree spirits became more and more restless, whispering to each other, and in a flash, the branches twitched, looking eerie and terrifying.

When Qing Wan tensed her body and prepared to fight to the death, the treetops above her head suddenly retreated, and the sunlight poured in instantly. The dancing branches burst into pink flowers, which climbed to Qing Wan's feet as if to please her and rubbed against the tips of her shoes.

But in an instant, the originally cold and weird place turned into a large sea of ​​pink flowers, and the sweet fragrance was as warm as cotton candy in the sun.

The most luxuriant bunch of flowers swung in front of Qing Wan in a very cocky way, twisted into a seductive pose, and said in a greasy voice: "Girl, are you alone?"

Qing Wan: “…” Is Qiu Yueming, whom she is carrying on her back, a ghost?

Knowing that the danger was temporarily over, Qing Wan ignored the tree spirit who was courting her and hurriedly put Qiu Yueming on the ground. The tree spirit was very attentive and immediately shook the branches to weave a rattan chair.

Qing Wan hesitated for a moment, but still put the person up, and then held her breath and examined Qiu Yueming's body.

The tree spirit next to her liked everything about her and deliberately lowered his voice, imitating the bubbling sounds of humans to tease her.

"Is this your husband?"

"I think he's dying."

"If he dies I can...Aaaaah!"

Before it could say a few words, the entire branch was cut off by the wind blade condensed by Qing Wan's spiritual power.

The tree spirit twisted its body and screamed. Qing Wan stared at him impatiently and said coldly: "Shut up!"

Her eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, revealing an incomparably cold and stern look, which frightened the tree spirit so much that it shut up instantly and drooped its mouth.

Qing Wan ignored it. The fear in her heart was still grabbing her breath like a substance.

At that moment just now, she did not feel Qiu Yueming's heartbeat...

But after she calmed down, she found that the wounds on Qiu Yueming's body were healing very slowly.

Qing Wan's breathing, which had been stifling in his chest, finally became a little smoother, and he realized that his hands and feet were getting cold.

Qiu Yueming is her only relative in this world. For Qing Wan, who has never lived an independent life and has been deliberately raised to be dependent, she cannot afford the cost of losing Qiu Yueming now.

They can't go back to Wuwang Mountain for the time being, and they can't go anywhere where there are people. The succubus's ability is not that strong to bewitch spirits, so Qing Wan plans to take Qiu Yueming to settle down in the Bone Forest first, and make further plans after he wakes up.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes. After a whole month, Qiu Yueming has not woken up. His physical injuries have almost healed, but Qing Wan has not been able to remove the resurrection nail from his body.

The tree spirit said that this thing needs soul-transforming water to be completely removed, otherwise it will remain embedded in the body and torture people all the time.

And this soul-transforming water is only available in the Qishan Sword Sect.

The tree spirit analyzed for her, "The Qishan Sword Sect was founded by Qiu Yueming, and it was thanks to him that they were able to maintain their position as the largest sect in the Immortal Realm. They would never abandon such a backer."

Qing Wan also understood this, and now she had a reason to leave here -

No food.

Qiu Yueming was unconscious, so naturally he could not feed her. The tree spirit's luck was low, so even if he had love, it would be like rice with husks in it, which he could not eat at all.

With no other choice, Qing Wan, who had been hiding for a month, returned to the Qishan Sword Sect.

But when she looked at Mount Qishan across the cliff, she could hardly believe her eyes.

The largest sect in the fairy world that was once magnificent, luxurious and elegant is now filled with blood and fire. The ruined remains burned by the fire are dark and silent, and white corpses can be seen everywhere.

The three thousand long steps of the sect were stained red with blood, the scattered corpses gave off a foul stench, and the blue and white sect uniforms they were wearing were stained with blood and became filthy.

Destroy the whole family.

The thoughts in Qing Wan's mind were scattered by these two words, and her figure suddenly scattered like petals on the ground. In the blink of an eye, she appeared in the discussion hall of Qishan Sword Sect.

This is where Qiu Yueming was punished.

It was pretty much as she had guessed. There were corpses and bones everywhere. Everywhere you looked were broken limbs and remains.

Is it because of her?

Qing Wan's breath felt like ice chips piercing her heart and lungs, causing her to panic and feel the pain.

It must be because of her.

These people died because of her...

The sticky blood under her feet burned her skin like tongues of fire. She staggered away, the air in her chest suffocating her and making it difficult for her to breathe.

As her ears were buzzing, she suddenly heard a faint cry.

Frail and pitiful, with an expression of extreme fear.

Qing Wan held her breath and subconsciously wanted to leave quickly, but the voice sounded very familiar, like...

Duan Chenming, the leader of the Qishan Sword Sect.