Head Mound

The blood mist was gradually absorbed, and a black flame seed fell into Tian Luo's hand. Watching those cultivators leave without the slightest hesitation, a trace of disappointment surfaced on Tian Luo's face.

I was still too excited. I should've shown some weakness and made it look more difficult. Only after killing the Midday Midnight Snake would those people have had the confidence to take a gamble.

Tian Luo slowly walked over to Bai Yu and held it out. Looking at the Nether Cold Flame seed before him, Bai Yu accepted it and handed it to Liu Qingli.

Liu Qingli's expression froze at the sight, then she shook her head.

"It seems that from now on, this humble woman will need your protection..."

Liu Qingli's voice was full of emotion. As Bai Yu grew so rapidly, he seemed to have unknowingly surpassed her already. Even something like Divine Fire could be given away as casually as this.

Though the feeling left her somewhat unaccustomed, Liu Qingli could sense that he was no longer the person she could once casually tie to a phoenix carriage.

"The Heavenly Demon Sect is my strongest support. If it develops quickly, that will be the greatest help to me."

Bai Yu raised his brows at Liu Qingli. Without her, the Downstream and Midstream truly could not have kept running on Jing Linghan alone. Thus, she deserved this Nether Cold Flame.

After all, they had made the difficult trip to God-Imprisoning Mountain. They could not possibly leave with only a little fortune.

Though Liu Qingli was somewhat cold and proud, she was still quite willing to accept Bai Yu's gifts.

After accepting the Cold Nether Flame seed, Liu Qingli and Ning Zhirou looked around and discovered that the cultivators who had originally been following them had