The unlucky demon Yeluo was first injured by the dragon, and not long after he woke up, he was frightened by the dragon's power. He fainted again, but by some strange combination of circumstances, he was spared the ritual of kneeling down.
And to say that the one in the best condition must be Mr. Qingyun.
Even in his human body, he still inherited the complete Qilin bloodline and was getting stronger all the time. His soul was also integrated with the remnants of the true spirit Qilin. It can be said that he was completely unafraid of the overwhelming dragon power.
"Sister, how are you?"
With the blood of the same high-level true spirit surging in his body, Qingyun easily resolved the terrifying oppression, and was about to help Xiao Luoyi dispel the dragon's power.
But at this moment, a slightly desolate but very elegant male voice suddenly came into his mind:
"Be careful, someone wants to kill you."
Qingyun suddenly frowned, because the voice felt familiar to him.
It's just that this familiarity is only the slightest, which means that this person may only have a relationship with him, but he has never seen many masters who can transmit sounds with spiritual consciousness. Who could it be?
But before Qingyun even had time to look around, a chill that made his scalp numb suddenly hit him, causing goosebumps all over his body!
"not good!"
The moment these two words rose in his heart, Qingyun suddenly saw clearly that a monk, wrapped in darkness with only a pair of dark pupils exposed, was attacking him at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!
Even in his last breath, this person was among the group of monks besieging Tianlong, and in his next breath, he was already in front of him!
"Return to the spirit realm!"
Qingyun was shocked!
He knew very well that under the suppression of Long Wei, there was only one possibility for his cultivation to be able to travel thousands of feet to him at such a rapid speed:
The pinnacle of all monks in the human world, the existence at the top that looks down on all living beings, returns to the spiritual realm!
This level of power has exceeded the limit that Qingyun can resist and even imagine. In other words, he should not even think of resisting.
Because in front of the monks in the Soul-Returning Realm, his so-called desperate fight or last-ditch fight has no meaning at all.
It would be a great shame if a Guiling Realm monk wanted to kill a junior in the Hundred Meridians Realm but had the other person fight back.
"Are you going to die?"
As the opponent rushed towards him, and raised his hand, Qingyun felt that his mind became very clear and peaceful.
This kind of peace is not the so-called enlightenment before death, but the temperament of the other person and the deep impression left on him by those blind eyes.
Qingyun could even feel the "empty" mood all over the person's body from the other person's palm prints.
It is as if this person does not exist, or can blend into the surroundings at will, and can turn countless tangible and invisible forces into "emptiness", or create something out of nothing.
Different from the past moments of life and death, he had no time to look back on his life, miss his relatives and friends, or even hate his known and unknown enemies.
The hatred for killing his father, the hatred for massacre of the village, all of these suddenly became meaningless in the other party's haste and "empty" artistic conception, leaving him no longer with any obsession to resist.
In the end, the only thing left in his heart was the charming and beautiful face that had taken root for a long time but seemed to have just sprouted.
But when Qingyun suddenly realized that the blackness in front of him was no longer black, and that the lingering gauze skirt once again covered his eyes, the meaning of all this seemed to come back to his mind.
But does it still have meaning at this time?
"Yi...Brother Yi? This is impossible!"
In the unbelievable trembling sound, Qingyun and the black-clothed killer were stunned at the same time, and then, an extremely familiar body crashed into his arms.
At the same time, the mutation reappears!
Ripples appeared in the void, and a tall figure with a white body and a face full of chaos suddenly appeared. Without any explanation, he also struck a palm towards the man in black.
"end!"
After recovering from his trance, the killer quickly made a hoarse voice, formed a seal with one hand, and shouted suddenly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-clothed monk's left arm suddenly stagnated, and then his body could not move any further. He only heard him say in surprise:
"Huh? Do you follow your words?"
However, as soon as he said the same words, his left arm flashed with brilliance, as if it shattered some kind of shackles, and in an instant, with the terrifying power of wind and thunder, he swatted towards the black-clothed killer.
"Disperse!"
The killer in black obviously didn't expect that the other party could escape so quickly. He was caught off guard and connected his palms with each other, and at the same time shouted loudly, and then a strange scene happened!
Unlike the grandeur of Yuan Anchu's Golden Tower Three Dragon Swords, these two peerless masters fought hand to hand. The majestic energy and spiritual pressure that should have exploded actually came from the outside in, and were instantly sucked into the space between the two palms, one black and one white!
In a matter of seconds, the exposed palms of the monk in white quickly withered and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the white robe on his body began to disintegrate and turn into powder!
However, since he can emerge from the void, if he does not possess a treasure that can break through space, it is because his cultivation has reached a level that no one can reach!
No one could clearly see his mysterious face hidden under the chaos, but the gentle laughter that came from it made the black-clothed killer's heart tremble!
"Could it be that...you are from the upper world?!"
Suddenly, countless chaotic lights appeared on the arm of the white-clothed monk. The arm that was about to collapse began to fill with flesh and blood again, as if it was covered with water and retracted, and time was reversed!
On the other hand, looking at the black-clothed killer, one could see that his figure was trembling slightly, as if he was exerting force but could not withdraw his arm!
Bang bang bang!
After several noises, his left arm shriveled up quickly and exploded into pieces, turning invisible without even a drop of blood flowing out!
The male cultivator in white actually destroyed the arm of a spirit-returning monk with one move. How terrifying!
"I said how you can escape from the dragon's power is because you have practiced speaking."
He calmly retracted his arm intact, and the male cultivator in white said calmly.
He did not answer the black-clothed killer's words, as if he had regarded him as a dead person, and then actually gave instructions on the other party's practice:
"But Tao generates Dharma, and Dharma generates magic. Most of your words and Dharmas are based on the artistic conception of 'empty'. You don't know that emptiness also has boundaries. You still want to steal my power and kill my chess pieces? You are really asking for your own death!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, the black-clothed killer's impenetrable eyes remained unmoved. He first decisively tore off the pieces of flesh on his arm to prevent the other party's spiritual power from further damaging his body.
Then without saying a word, he shielded himself from afar, while the male cultivator in white with a confused expression chased away.
It was at this moment that Tianlong also noticed, and then he let out a light sigh. However, when he saw the two Qingyuns in the distance, he frowned, and at the same time he released his pressure on everyone.
This made some people rush over eagerly when they saw Xiao Luoyi sacrificing his life to save Qingyun again.
At this time, Witch Xiao and Qingyun were already standing with each other hugging each other. It was obvious that the killer in black had already withdrawn most of his spiritual power when he saw her coming to stop her. Otherwise, they would have been killed with one stone.
Looking at Feng Xingyu who had slowly turned into pieces in Xiao Luo's hand, Qingyun carefully looked at her from left to right, and after confirming that the eldest sister was okay, he hugged her in his arms. Li, scolded gently:
"Sister, you scared me to death! Feng Xingyu was used to save your life, not to kill you!"
Hearing this, Xiao Luoyi, who was as tall as Qingyun, did not answer, but gently pushed him away, and looked intently at the young man's face that fascinated him endlessly, showing a beautiful smile.
Only this time, there was no trace of coquettishness in this smile.
"Mei Xiao!"
"Xiao Luoyi!"
"Yunlang!"
The sound came from far away, Qingyun turned around and saw that it was Bai Zhizheng, Jiang Liu'er wearing an ugly mask, and Alian, all running towards him like crazy.
"Sister, you..."
As he spoke, Qingyun, who was hugging Xiao Luoyi, seemed to feel a little warmth in his hands, but just as he was about to speak, he was lightly tapped by her bright red thin lips.
Immediately afterwards, a cold spiritual power instantly sealed him completely, and it seemed that his throat could no longer move, so he could only wonder in his heart:
"Isn't this eldest sister's 'Broken Jade' and 'Silent'?"
Xiao Luoyi's expression seemed a little painful, but he still forced himself to keep smiling, and slowly stepped back with trembling steps, until he completely left Qingyun's stiff hands, and then he discovered in horror:
Broken.
Yes, the bright jade ice piece between Xiao Luo's eyebrows slowly cracked, and at the same time, Qingyun's heart also cracked.
Blood gurgled out from her black hair, flowed to her snow-white neck, and spread to the long black gauze.
"No!!!"
At this time, Qingyun finally discovered that for him, being hoarse had become something he could only hope for.
The tears seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with him, but his whole body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, and the crystals could not even flow out of his eyes before they formed ice crystals.
He began to use the power of the true spirit crazily, wanting to break the seal like he did when he first met the Bamboo and Stone Sword Sect, but Xiao Luoyi kept shaking his head at him with a smile.
Gently removing the half piece of jade with the blood on her forehead, Witch Xiao still smiled and placed it in Qingyun's cold and stiff palm, and held it tightly for him.
Finally, she took out the Moon Whip without hesitation and wrapped it around Qing Yun. Then she seemed to have used her whole life's strength to throw the whip and herself towards Alian who was running in the distance.
After doing all this, Xiao Luoyi finally staggered two steps. With her swaying figure, she waved her hand towards the blue clouds in the sky, just like the rose after the rain on Weiyun Peak.
But there is no more poisonous thorn on this black rose that is about to wither.
Close your eyes and slowly fall down.
