If they could help her get out of this place...

Mo Qilin has been insisting on practicing, and after another night, there was no change in his body.

His scarlet-dotted eyes were bloodshot, angry and unwilling.

He was once the proud son of heaven, with noble status and extraordinary talents, but in the end he fell into the hands of the demon he was closest to and trusted.

For that ridiculous power and status, the family ties he valued were worthless in their eyes.

He was designed, and during those days of imprisonment, his flesh was cut off and his blood was drained, and his pills were removed from every living thing.

Until it lost its last value and was thrown into the ditch of the abyss like garbage, accidentally falling into the legendary realm of the abyss.

He was dying, his body was broken, and he never breathed his last breath.

There were countless monsters all around who coveted his remains, just waiting for him to take his last breath and eat them.

He was unwilling to give up and felt that he had lived for more than three hundred years and had become a joke.

He doesn't want to die, he wants revenge!

The strong thoughts allowed him to activate the bloodline of the mythical beast Qilin in his body.

The ancient demon clans ascended or fell one after another.

But some of the remaining demon bloodlines include the bloodline of ancient mythical beasts, but they are too old.

It is said that his mother's family has the bloodline of the mythical beast Qilin, but it is too old and the bloodline is not pure.

He is considered to have the purest bloodline of the divine beast in so many generations, but that is just a trace. The dragon's blood suppresses that trace of the divine beast's bloodline.

Until this time, when the Jiao Dan was removed from his body and his body was destroyed, by chance, he stimulated a trace of Qilin blood in his body. After enduring the pain of reorganizing his bones, muscles, and veins, he turned into a Black Qilin.

But that's all. He turned into a Qilin. He tried to practice the same method as before, but it was of no use.

He cannot continue to practice, let alone speak. Apart from retaining some sanity, he is no different from a spiritual beast.

Diyuan doesn't have many resources, he can't even speak, and he can't transform.

Mo Qilin walked out of the cave and looked ahead as a habit.
Chapter completed!