Chapter 693 The Real Purpose Is Not the Wine, But...

Zheng Tuo:......

As expected, Mo Xiaoqi never sticks to trivial matters when speaking, and speaks directly and harshly, without giving you a chance to elaborate.

"The Great Demon God should not interfere with the affairs of young people. If you can't solve such a problem yourself, how can you be called the son of the Demon Emperor."

Zheng Tuo spoke slowly, without losing his composure because of the other party's threats.

And what he said is not unreasonable.

I am afraid that the entire world of immortal cultivation knows how much the Great Demon God likes Mo Xiaoqi, his niece.

That being the case.

The Great Demon God did not take the initiative to talk to him or ask him for help.

The problem is obvious, it is up to Mo Xiaoqi to solve the problem by himself.

"laugh!"

Mo Xiaoqi was displeased, apparently being told the central issue by Zheng Tuo.

She knew that if she went to ask her uncle, he would definitely help her capture Wu Mian.

But she also knew that her uncle respected the strong. She didn't want her to ask him for help in everything. She wanted her uncle to know that she was strong and worthy of his pride.

"Tell me how you can help. Be careful not to make any random and rude requests."

Mo Xiaoqi made it clear that everyone is a decent person and don’t embarrass me.

Zheng Tuo has reservations about this.

"Mo Xiaoqi, I have already said that if you want me to help, just tell me why I want to help you. I should know a reason. If not, I will feel uneasy."

Zheng Tuo didn't know what happened to Mo Xiaoqi.

Think about it.

It should be something very special.

A person's clone is actually more powerful than his main body.

And as an immortal cultivator, Mo Xiaoqi actually suffered from a terminal illness.

You must know that Mo Xiaoqi is the son of the Demon Emperor, and no one knows how terrifying the Demon Emperor's strength is.

Even so, Mo Xiaoqi's stubborn illness cannot be cured.

He really couldn't figure out what happened to Mo Xiaoqi.

When Mo Xiaoqi saw Wu Mian's resolute attitude, he was very hesitant in his heart.

Some things need to be resisted by one person after all. Even if you tell others, others will not understand.

"Wumian, can I not ask?"

Mo Xiaoqi asked tentatively.

Zheng Tuo didn't reply and gave him a look of understanding.

Seeing this, Mo Xiaoqi hesitated for a long time.

"I can't say too much about the original body. I can only tell you that only you can save the original body. That's why I come to beg you."

For Mo Xiaoqi, asking for help is very rare.

It can even be said that this is the first time in her life that she has asked for help.

Facing Mo Xiaoqi's pleading, Zheng Tuo struggled in his heart.

As a man, even if he is an immortal cultivator, it is difficult to refuse the help of such an outstanding goddess.

I believe most cultivators would agree.

"All right."

Zheng Tuo let go.

Mo Xiaoqi immediately smiled.

Looking at Mo Xiaoqi's bright smile, Zheng Tuo said: "Okay, since you don't want to talk about it, let's drop this matter."

Saying this, Zheng Tuo stood up.

"After today, you take your Yangguan Road and I cross my single-plank bridge. We will never see each other again."

Zheng Tuo waved his hand, turned and left.

"You stop."

Mo Xiaoqi immediately stood up and stopped in front of Zheng Tuo.

She looked at Wu Mian, who had no intention of joking, and cursed that he was really a piece of wood.

"Mo Xiaoqi, there is something called sincerity. I wasted so much time here with you, not to promote friendship and chat with old friends. From the beginning to now, I have not felt the slightest sincerity from you. Maybe in your heart , I am indeed not classy enough, and my back is not big enough, but I have what you need, so you have to beg me, right."

Zheng Tuo looked at Mo Xiaoqi in front of him calmly.

After experiencing twelve Nascent Soul reincarnations, he became very indifferent.

Looking at Mo Xiaoqi now is like looking at a child, letting him firmly hold the initiative in the field in his hands.

"No, I don't think you're not good enough. It's just that I really can't say too much about the body. Why don't you follow me to where the body is. After seeing the body, I believe you will understand everything."

Mo Xiaoqi put forward constructive suggestions.

Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. It’s not that she looks down on Wu Mian.

The so-called background is useless in her opinion.

On the contrary, Wu Mian's methods were extraordinary, and he even suppressed an era with his own hands.

She admired such a person in her heart.

Zheng Tuo looked at Mo Xiaoqi for a long time, then turned and returned to his seat.

Seeing this, Mo Xiaoqi immediately returned to sit opposite Zheng Tuo.

"It's impossible to accompany you to see your true form. So, I won't embarrass you."

Zheng Tuo said, taking out a small black bottle from the Qiankun bag.

The small black bottle is about the size of a palm. It may not seem big, but it is actually a very precious space container.

There is a unique cave inside, filled with a large amount of special demonic energy, which Zheng Tuo specially prepared for this exchange.

Seeing the black vial appear, Mo Xiaoqi's eyes lit up.

As a demon, he felt the presence of special demonic energy, presumably because Wu Mian purposely exposed it to him.

"As you think." Zheng Tuo said: "The Qiankun bottle is filled with a large amount of special demonic energy. You should have felt how much there is in it."

Zheng Tuo took the initiative to tell Mo Xiaoqi.

Mo Xiaoqi looked at the Qiankun bottle, with light flashing in his eyes.

Special demonic energy can extend the life of the body. A bottle like this can probably extend the life of the body for about ten years.

After observing for a long time, Mo Xiaoqi withdrew his lustful gaze.

"Tell me what you want. If possible, I can give you anything."

Mo Xiaoqi was generous enough, saying that whatever you want is fine, I am willing to do it.

She was willing, but Zheng Tuo was not.

"What I want is very simple, I want your... magic pattern."

Zheng Tuo said what he was thinking.

His goal was very clear, that is the magic pattern.

The magic pattern is a powerful spiritual pattern that is not weaker than the domineering pattern. If he can learn it, it will not only greatly improve the combat power of the body.

He can also let one of the twelve gods learn the magic pattern and become a powerful existence.

Moreover.

After learning the magic pattern, it will be twice as effective when fighting against the demons.

"You want the magic pattern!"

Mo Xiaoqi's words were full of surprise!

"Wumian, don't you know?"

"What?"

"If you want to learn the magic pattern, you need to awaken the demon nature through my demon clan's magic pool before you can practice the magic pattern. If you don't awaken the demon nature, you will be controlled by the magic pattern and become a half-human, half-demon monster. What do you think, do you still want to learn the magic pattern?"

Mo Xiaoqi looked like a little woman, her beautiful eyes narrowed into slits, and she smiled at Wumian.

Not everyone can learn the magic pattern. Although you, Wumian, have the power to suppress an era, the magic pattern is the result of thousands of years of practice by my father. How can anyone learn it?

"Really?"

Zheng Tuo played with the Qiankun bottle with one hand.

There is a special magic energy in the bottle.

Logically speaking, as a human cultivator, how could he have a special magic energy?

But it is so unreasonable that he has a special magic energy.

Seeing this, Mo Xiaoqi's smile drooped.

"Tsk! Boring."

She didn't know why Wumian, as a human cultivator, had a special magic energy.

She only knew that this guy in front of her could never be judged by common sense.