"Well!"
In pain, the young man was just about to curse, but unexpectedly, Wan Congfang's other hand struck another sword beam, which actually struck hard on the sword beam that had pierced Qingyun's right palm, and decisively cut it off.
A moment later, a scene happened that made the young man stunned!
In addition to the blood oozing from his wound, there was actually a little bit of viscous black liquid that was squirming on Wan Congfang's broken sword light.
Like black maggots, gnawing at the spiritual light crazily and devouring it all in a moment!
"This...this is!"
The young man was so shocked that he could hardly speak.
"This thing is hidden in the Infinite Purgatory at the deepest part of the sword. It is designed to defeat the spirit body, and you still say you don't know how to do it?!"
"Well…"
Qingyun knew very well what this black liquid was, immortal punishment!
Yes, it was the extremely evil force that trapped the little black man, but when did he take root in his body?
"Is that that time?!"
The young master suddenly remembered that that day, the little black man seemed to have covered his right hand with immortal punishment, and then controlled his imperial envoy Zang Feng. This made him feel weak in his heart, and he thought to himself:
"I'm not going to suffer the punishment of immortality, am I?"
But seeing Wan Congfang looking like he wanted to eat someone, he quickly said:
"This...Miss Fang'er, this doesn't mean that I can plunder memories. At most, it can only be said that Zang Feng has made his own decisions. Let me go!"
Suddenly, Qingyun seemed to remember something, frowned, and asked again:
"Miss Fang'er, how did you know that Zang Feng can steal other people's memories?"
"Um?"
As soon as these words came out, Wan Congfang's eyebrows wrinkled at the same time, which also made the scar between her eyebrows become a little distorted.
"I…"
Immediately afterwards, she touched the ground with her feet from the state of floating in the sky, her eyes were a little blurred and she began to talk to herself, but she just thought about it for a long time, but she didn't seem to remember anything.
"Let me go first, Miss Fang'er!"
The immortal punishment quickly swallowed up the sword light transformed from Wan Congfang's spiritual body, and the young man's wounds healed quickly, and then he spoke.
"Um…"
With a wave of his hand, the chains binding Qingyun's limbs turned into bamboo and stone sword lights again, and then all flew back into Wan Congfang's green clothes, which also made her retreat from her dazed state of thinking.
"You try it, maybe you can."
Wan Congfang's voice seemed to be full of exhaustion, but more of it was doubt and confusion. Looking at her changing face, Qingyun already had some answers to the other purpose of this trip.
But when He Bai handed the black sword back to his hand, he hesitated inexplicably.
Because this face that he had hated for a long time suddenly became no longer so annoying.
Especially the previous sentence "Rescue me" made Qingyun think of the skinny old horse on Weiyun Peak with exactly the same look when he looked at Xiao Qi.
"What's wrong? Can't you do it?"
Wan Congfang was always extremely wary of the hidden front in Qingyun's hands. She asked from a distance, but the answer she received immediately made her furious.
"Well, he is no different than dead now. I really can't do anything."
"Can't you do it? Can't do it!"
After murmuring once, Wan Congfang's pale face seemed to be faintly red, and he saw him throw out a palm. The sharp wind of the palm directly flew Qingyun away and slammed into the wall.
"You can't do it! You can't even do it to your enemies! Why did you do that to me back then!"
The green light all over her body was blazing, and countless invisible sword lights like bamboo leaves bloomed behind Wan Congfang like a peacock. Then all the sword tips pointed at Qingyun. It seemed that as long as she had a thought, Qingyun would be riddled with holes in an instant.
"Master, calm down!"
He Bai didn't know the grudge between the two, so he could only grit his teeth, half-kneeling and stood between them, begging for Qingyun's mercy.
"Master! Qingyun couldn't bear to do it out of love for his fellow clansmen. Why don't you let your disciple do it for you?"
Taking a deep look at Qingyun who lowered his head, Wan Congfang finally withdrew the bamboo and stone sword light, but her twitching eyebrows and clenched teeth made He Bai very clear that the master was suppressing his anger. .
With a lift in the sky, Hebai was lifted up by Wan Congfang's spiritual power and said coldly:
"You can't use that sword."
Just seeing Qingyun who was crestfallen, as if he couldn't even hold the hidden front, the anger in Wan Congfang's heart suddenly became strong again, and she saw that she smiled cruelly at first, and then stretched out her palms, and two green rays of light suddenly hit Qingyun. arms tied.
"You can't do it, right? Then let me help you!"
"you!"
The young master wanted to resist, but Wan Congfang's cultivation was too strong, and without direct contact, Zang Feng didn't seem to have any effect on Wan Congfang's spiritual power.
Even if he tried to absorb Wan Congfang's evil spirit with his sword, it would have little effect on resisting being manipulated.
"I know that you absorbed the living soul in order to protect the last remaining soul of Xiao Luoyi. Then use the powerful soul power of your clan to nourish your woman! By the way, you should also take a good look at Chen Ping's poor past and present lives. !”
Wan Congfang mocked viciously. Regardless of Qingyun's fierce resistance, she forcibly controlled him and stabbed Chen Ping's palace with his sword!
Passive killing plunged Qingyun into a strange fear. To this day, he already thought that he was not afraid of death, but when he faced this kind of weakness that he could not resist again, his despair would be magnified countless times in an instant.
It seemed that it was not Chen Ping whose life was harvested, but himself in the hands of Wan Congfang.
Zang Feng penetrated Chen Ping's temple as easily as cutting tofu. Qingyun could see that the painful expression only flashed across his face for a moment, and then he quickly stretched his twisted face, as if he had entered the sweet world. Dreamland.
A weak black light slowly lit up on Qingyun's right hand, and then gradually formed a layer of black armor gauntlet. The white mist representing the soul began to be quickly absorbed by Zang Feng.
"Look, he is very comfortable. After all, death is the most wonderful feeling!"
At the same time, Wan Congfang's ghost-like voice echoed in Qingyun's ears, with boundless hatred and ridicule, and he gradually closed his eyes.
Chen Ping's memories were like flashes of light coming from Zang Feng into the gauntlet formed by the Immortal Punishment, and then flowed into Qingyun's mind. The vast memories were too majestic. His eyelids were closed, but the eyes inside were beating crazily. .
He wanted to let go, but Wan Congfang's strength was too strong, and he couldn't resist at all, so he had no choice but to let Chen Ping's memory spread wildly in his mind.
Qingyun felt a splitting headache. His head was no longer filled with paste, but was driven from the outside into the inside with countless pains as sharp as nails.
Even blood had begun to seep out from his facial features. Such a tragic situation made He Bai terrified, secretly thinking that this Chen Ping was not being tortured, he was the real relief!
"Master, Qingyun..."
"What is he? If you want to pry into the secret, how can you do it without paying the price? If you can't bear this pain, what future will you have!"
The young man's expression of pain that he was worse than dead caused a cheerful smile to appear on Wan Congfang's face, which made He Bai feel a little creepy.
Deep in his consciousness, Qingyun seemed to be in a whirlpool, struggling but kept falling, falling into the sea of Chen Ping's memory.
I don't know how long it took, but his consciousness gradually adapted to this rapid tide of information, and he began to try to swim in the waves, pushing through the layers of waves to find the answer he wanted.
In this ocean of memories, Qingyun's consciousness has no body. If he is not careful, he will fall into the torrent of Chen Ping's memories and lose himself completely.
Fortunately, whenever he was about to sink, there always seemed to be a big black hand that picked him up. After his consciousness regrouped into a spirit, he was splashed into the ocean like water.
After repeating this for countless times, Qingyun finally saw the shining star on the sea level!
He didn't know if this was his imagination or an illusion, he just kept swimming in the direction of the light.
The seawater of memory choked him, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or awake. In this hazy intertwining of reality and illusion, Qingyun could finally begin to have a stable overview of Chen Ping's life.
From the little strange beasts in Baiman Peak, to taking over the bodies of ancient survivors after regaining their intelligence, to following a black-clad human monk to leave the thirty-three realms, the first half of "Chen Ping's" life seemed extremely ordinary and uneventful. .
"Mountain Sniper...it turns out that he is Mountain Sniper. It seems that he should be a transformed beast that took away human beings and left the thirty-three realms earlier."
Qingyun thought silently.
The mountain sniper in Chen Ping's memory had never shown his face. His whole body was hidden in a huge black robe. He looked quite eerie and strange. This fearful emotion was even engraved in his memory.
Then Qingyun, like playing the strings of a piano, used his empty palms to fast forward the images, filtering out those vague and chaotic memories, until the mountain sniper took him to meet an elegant man with tied hair, a crown, and a blue and white robe. Monk.
"It's him!"
The young man exclaimed, even though he had no mouth now.
Because what Qingyun saw was none other than the "boss" who failed to recruit Taoist Yemu on Wuhua Mountain and then severely injured him!
And this time, he also learned this person's name for the first time from Chen Ping's memory:
Jiang Qin!
"This person is probably an alien beast that escaped from the Thirty-three Realms. It seems that the Lord has cultivated a lot of shadow forces of his own."
Chen Ping was obviously very impressed by this experience, so the light and shadow of the two people including the mountain sniper in his memory were very clear, and even Jiang Qin's long hair on the temples looked particularly elegant.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Ping followed the two of them to a dimly lit secret room, seemingly preparing to discuss some ulterior secret.
But for some reason, as soon as Chen Ping stepped into the secret room, Qingyun could no longer hear their conversation clearly. What was even weird was that even Chen Ping's own conversation was completely silenced by entering the secret room.
