Chapter 322: The Cold Master of Destiny's Cherry Blossom Spirit (26)

"Do you really think you can get the Star Sword?" Mo Baici's cold voice spread inch by inch in this silent boundless land.

"Of course!" Yan Ruoyao bit her red lips and said, "You call yourself the only destiny master in Tianchui Continent, but in fact you are just that. You haven't even guessed my identity. How dare you call yourself so shamelessly?"

She never thought that the Star Sword would fall in this boundless land. If she had known earlier, she wouldn't have to go to Xuankongju to inquire about the news. Then she could stay by Su Qingxie's side forever and accompany him to see the vicissitudes of life.

This is her only wish in this life, but why did she accidentally see different emotions in the eyes of the man she loved most.

She hated him calling Luo Qingchen the little cherry blossom demon gently. Such a humble demon was not worthy of him calling her name.

Why are all the people in the world so kind to that little demon, even the always cold and arrogant destiny master in front of him is no exception

"Really?" Mo Baici's mouth drew a very faint smile, looking at her and said: "If you really do what you said, the person in front of you now should be Luo Qingchen. But you can't find her, right?"

Even in this boundless land, he still has a way to make her unable to find Luo Qingchen.

Because before coming, he had set up a barrier on her. Unless he died, Yan Ruoyao could not find her.

He knew everything...

Yan Ruoyao's identity, the location of the Star Sword.

Although he could not calculate Luo Qingchen's fate, he still spent three hundred years of cultivation to pray to the God of Stars and calculated her heavenly tribulation.

A little cherry blossom demon with only one layer of magic power could not survive this tribulation.

The only way is for him to suffer the tribulation.

Everything in the world has a cause and an effect. If he wants to survive the tribulation for others, the tribulation he needs to bear must be more than twice hers.

"You..." Yan Ruoyao's eyes were fixed on Mo Baici, and she said, "You calculated my identity? No... Impossible!"

"There is nothing in the world that I can't calculate, only those who are willing to calculate and those who are not willing to calculate." Mo Baici looked at her with cold eyes and said, "If you were not related to her heavenly tribulation, I would not spend time calculating your fate for a person like you."

"You knew it earlier?" Yan Ruoyao's body suddenly shook, and she looked at him in disbelief and said, "Then why didn't you kill me directly in Xuankongju, and let me come to Haihun Death Marsh with you."

It's not that she didn't think that Mo Baici could calculate her fate, but when she knew that he was going to bring her to Haihun Death Marsh, she began to doubt his ability as a destiny master.

If he really calculated her fate, he should have locked her up in the prison of Xuankongju long ago, instead of bringing her to this boundless land and letting the tiger go back to the mountains.

Mo Baici's face was as calm as water, with a glimmer of light in his dark eyes, and his moon-white robe looked so clean.

"Will you tell me or not?" Yan Ruoyao bit her red lips and said angrily, "Don't think I have no way out if you don't tell me! I will make you tell me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently waved her right hand, and red lotuses grew all over the ground, spreading upwards, imprisoning Mo Baici in place.

The red lotuses gathered tighter and tighter, as if they were going to crush his body in the next second...

But he still looked calm, only frowned slightly, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

If he could protect her, this little injury would really be nothing...