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Chapter 4422: 5.0174 Refinement

"What's Qiao Qiao doing?" Feng Chen pulled his long sword from the wall, turned to look at Mo Lian, who was meticulously studying the illusion, and asked with a pout.

This place was truly bizarre.

It wouldn't let them meet Qiao Qiao, yet it constantly showed them her movements, making them itch with frustration.

Mo Lian remained silent for a while.

Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable impatiently walked over and pushed him. "What in the world is going on?"

"We'll probably meet Qiao Qiao very soon."

"Oh?" Feng Chen's interest immediately piqued.

For several hours, they had been walking back and forth in this dark, deep, and gloomy cave. The same path, the same scenery. They had already killed three snake kings the size of bowls, yet still couldn't find a way out.

However, each snake king was stronger than the last.

"Can you stop fantasizing and rein in your thoughts?" Mo Lian gave him a helpless glance. "Why do you always think about snakes and snake kings? Can't you think about scorpions or centipedes..."

As Mo Lian spoke, he suddenly realized something and slowly turned, meeting the flickering gaze of the rotten peach blossom.

Both of them abruptly turned back and saw a large number of centipedes and scorpions crawling down the walls. Without a word, they both took off running.

Their slender figures glided through the cave like lightning.

"Holy shit," Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable couldn't help but curse under his breath. "Mo Lian, are you a pig? You told me not to think nonsense, but what kind of unrestrained thoughts are you having? Why don't you think of something more, like seventeen or eighteen Qiao Qiaos, Qiao Qiao hugging gold bricks, Qiao Qiao hugging jade beads, perfect scenes like that?"

"It's useless even if I do. This Land of Misfortune has no good things." It would manifest seventeen or eighteen cute Qiaos for you? Dreaming!

"So, you're randomly thinking of centipedes and scorpions, why don't you think of an eight-horned centipede king that breaks through the wall?"

"Rumble!" The cave ahead collapsed.

A colossal, shadowy figure, dark and immense, rustled out of a crack in the wall.

Mo Lian's scalp tingled. He flicked out a black line of fire with one hand and cursed, "You're the pig!"

Feng Chen wished he could bite off his own tongue.

"Mu Xingchen, I'm telling you, block it! Block it!" Sīkōng Fúlíng covered a bleeding arm, her eyes wide with terror, staring at the large black dragon spewing lightning at them.

"One more hit like that, and I'm telling you, I'll be done for! Done for~"

In normal times, Sīkōng Fúlíng's flirty voice would surely evoke laughter, but now, they had no strength to laugh. Neither of them could even cry.

"Just die then." Mu Xingchen closed his eyes and haphazardly pulled out seventeen or eighteen divine power beads from his inner world.

"Wait, wait! Will they explode? Will they affect us?"

"What's going on, Mu Xingchen? Did you feel the ground shaking? No, no, it seems like the entire space is shaking and shattering!"

Mu Xingchen grabbed Sīkōng Fúlíng and leaped back. Just as he was about to throw the divine power beads in his hand, he saw the black dragon, thrashing its fangs and claws in mid-air, as if bound by something. It roared and writhed in the air, its entire body shrinking tightly into a whirlwind, as if being absorbed by some demon-subduing spiritual artifact. In an instant, it turned into a puff of smoke and vanished before them.

A "snap" of shattering sound came from their ears. Both of them cried out "Ah!" and their entire bodies plummeted downwards.

Qiao Mu caught a perfectly round, jet-black Heart of Misfortune, only to hear a soft chuckle behind her.

"Qiao Qiao."