Qing Mo was quite anxious and said, "Why are you practicing anytime and anywhere? Can you walk faster? I feel that their breath is weakening rapidly. If we don't rush over, the consequences will probably be unimaginable."

Zhang Ruochen withdrew his move, surprised and said, "Can you still feel their breath weakening?"

Qing Mo didn't know how to explain to Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Please do it, can you? Why can't we really delay it. If Sister Nalan is captured by the Rakshasa clan, you will not be at ease, right?"

"Okay, okay, lead the way."

Zhang Ruochen hated contact with monks in Kunlun Realm, but when he saw Qing Mo's pitiful face, he couldn't hate it no matter how hard he saw it.

Not long after, they entered the depths of the two polar swamps. A hundred miles away could be seen a temple standing in the flames and cold air.

"That is the temple of the goddess Siming, they must be there."

Qingmo no longer waited for Zhang Ruochen, turned into a blue stream of light and rushed towards the direction of the temple.

Zhang Ruochen stopped, looked around, and noticed that a large number of Rakshasa marquis were hiding in the dark. Then, he said to himself: "How much can you solve the problem of eating the holy flowers?"

"Master, with my current peak cultivation level of the Supreme Saint, even if I can't kill them all, I can at least restrain them."
Chapter completed!