Mo Zhuochen took the clothes to Hua Qingming.

It's all brand new, men's suits, from the inside out.

Fortunately, it doesn't make much difference to wear it.

The Taoist robe of the progeny can also be changed in length at will, so Hua Qingming is still very comfortable wearing this robe.

"Thank you, Brother Mo!"

Hua Qingming made a salute to Mo Zhuochen again.

"You seem to be a little different!?"

Even if there was no test for Linggen, Mo Zhuochen could see some differences in Hua Qingming at a glance.

"The fireball that fell just now is in my dantian, and I seem to have become a spiritual root."

Hua Qingming looked at Mo Zhuochen and said truthfully.

In this world, apart from her parents, one of the people who helped her was Sun Piaopiao and the other was Mo Zhuochen.

If it weren't for Mo Zhuochen, she wouldn't know how many times she had died.

She knew that Mo Zhuochen didn't like to talk to other people, and even if she told him, he wouldn't do anything.

"Well, that's a good thing, let's go!"

Mo Zhuochen just said a little, and then walked towards the other side.

Hua Qingming also followed behind him.

The purple thunder and lightning in the sky were still being released continuously, and they were hitting downward.

Originally, Hua Qingming and Mo Zhuochen were still dodging, but after Hua Qingming was accidentally hit, she unexpectedly discovered that she was not afraid of these lightning.

On the contrary, these thunder and lightning are also a good thing, which seems to be nourishing the purple-red beads in the dantian.

Next, the two continued to walk forward, encountering thunder and lightning, and would never dodge, only to see the lightning that Hua Qingming jumped up and down.

After walking for a long time, they didn't find the way in or out of here. Neither of them gave up. They kept walking inside, and when they walked, they seemed to feel that this inside was just a square inch of land.

Soon, she swallowed all the lightning here. This place was originally full of lightning, because there was no lightning, huge changes have taken place.

In the sky, a huge vortex suddenly appeared.

"Come up!"

Mo Zhuochen sacrificed Feijian, stood on it first, and then let Hua Qingming come up.

Hua Qingming had quick eyes and quick hands, and soon stood on his flying sword.

He flew towards the sky and towards the whirlpool.

When finally shuttled to the vortex, Hua Qingming held Mo Zhuochen's clothes tightly with both hands, and when he looked back, he just saw the world behind him, slowly collapsing and sinking slowly.

Coming out of that place is above a sea.

"Are we in a normal place?"

Hua Qingming was still a little confused, and she asked Mo Zhuochen with some doubts.

"Ok!"

Mo Zhuochen nodded.

"Is there Qingyuan City in front?"

Hua Qingming looked down and looked at the small city under his feet, only as big as his nails.

"No... there is still some distance away from Qingyuan City, why do you want to go back!?"

Rarely, Mo Zhuochen has also learned to chat with people.

"Well, it's been a long time since I went back, I miss my parents!"

Hua Qingming nodded.

Cultivation has no years. In the blink of an eye, a few years will pass. Your spells will increase, your cultivation base will grow, and you can continue to live.