Because Qingyun put his hands on the ground and prepared to stand up, he had no time to block.
So as Ma Wang expected, the hairpin pierced Qingyun's left chest without any hindrance, leaving only the tail that was still buzzing and trembling on his chest. It hit the heart, and the expression on Qingyun's face was the same as just now. The dead Qi Fei is exactly the same.
As if he felt that this young man was bound to die, Ma Wang also regained his ancient ruthlessness, and heard him say slightly sinisterly:
"Boy, don't say that I am bullying the young. Since you are going to be with Qi Fei soon, I will give you a few words of advice. Maybe you can use them if you are reincarnated as a human being in your next life."
In Ma Wang's view, the angry Qingyun no longer had the slightest chance of a desperate counterattack. He originally wanted to end the other party, but somehow, Qingyun, who was also stabbed in the chest, couldn't help but think of Qi Fei who had just died.
The body with a feminine face and a peach-blossom face was still warm lying not far behind him. He couldn't help but said in a gentle tone without killing him:
"First of all, no matter what you say is true or false, you should not hide in the dark when I am fighting with others. This is a taboo among monks. No matter what you say, you will not be able to escape the suspicion of ulterior motives. This is One."
Following Ma Wang's comments, the blood on Qingyun's face was fading quickly, and his face was like gold paper. Ma Wang raised a finger and continued:
"Since you saw that I killed Qi Fei, if I let you go back and report the news, wouldn't I be looking for death once the old witch Li Xian receives the news? So I will definitely eradicate you, and it doesn't matter what your name is. , this is the second one, haha.”
Speaking of this, Ma Wang sneered twice, shook his head and muttered:
"Thirdly, when you are targeted by me, you still refuse to fight to the death. This is because you are stupid. You will only be slaughtered in the future. It is you who deserves to die!" "
After a pause, Ma Wang put away the smile on his face and said cruelly:
"It's better for me to send you on your way, to prevent you from being tortured in the hands of those evil-minded people, don't you think? Boy, we are going down soon, say hello to Qi Fei for me!"
After saying that, Ma Wang closed his mouth and stopped talking.
Qi Fei had an old relationship with him. Although he could not be said to be close friends, he had known each other for nearly twenty years. He felt somewhat sad and depressed about killing an acquaintance with his own hands.
But this boy not only lied first, but also violated a taboo among monks. He was seeking death in front of himself. He couldn't blame him. If he wanted to blame him, he could only blame himself for being stupid.
Qingyun didn't speak, and there was no complicated expression on his face. He just looked at Ma Wang, who had been teaching him a lesson for a long time, and looked at him intently. There was a hint of a learned look on his pale face. .
This gave Ma Wang, who was waiting for the enemy to raise his braid, a bad premonition for no reason, but he immediately rejected his idea. If you kill such an ant, you will kill it. If you die, you will die. How can you put yourself in danger? How ridiculous!
As a result, under Ma Wang's cold and ruthless gaze, Qingyun did not struggle at all. After a while, his arms finally softened and he fell heavily to the ground and stopped breathing.
The monks in the Lingyin Realm do not yet have spiritual consciousness. They only have a spiritual sense that transcends mortal perception. Although it is far from being as sharp as divine consciousness and can communicate with each other, Ma Wang has already felt the vitality in Qingyun's body, which is moving at an extremely fast speed. Time passed, but he still didn't act rashly.
In fact, he even felt a little mercy deep down in his heart for how he dealt with Qingyun. Being able to give this ant some time to breathe and leave him with a whole body was really his gift.
Of course, a large part of the reason was that his right arm was too seriously injured and he was no longer able to fight anymore. He also had the idea of a lion fighting a rabbit.
About another minute passed, and when he saw that Qingyun's chest had not moved at all, he finally let go of his last vigilance.
This kid's cultivation was pitifully weak, and his heart was punctured. No one could hold his breath for a quarter of an hour with such a serious injury.
Of course, he didn't know that Qingyun's spirit guide was just empty in the early stage. Not only did it have no moves, it didn't even have a useful weapon.
He just felt that with Qingyun Lingyin's initial cultivation level, he could already pose a major threat to his semi-wasted self, and he could use some conspiracy and trickery without losing face. Of course, how much is face worth in the face of life!
Thinking of this, Ma Wang was secretly proud of himself. He killed two monks of the same realm in one day, and obtained a cold iron hairpin knife that could be used for sneak attacks, as well as the treasure left by the master of the Yuan Hua Realm. What a blessing!
"First deal with this boy and Qi Fei's corpse to avoid further trouble, and then look for the treasure. If someone discovers it, I'm afraid Master won't be able to withstand the combined efforts of Wan Guliu and Granny Rixian."
After thinking for a while, Ma Wang decided to deal with the body first. At that moment, he no longer hesitated and strode to Qingyun, ready to pull out the hairpin from his chest.
Similarly, just at the moment when he leaned over to draw the sword, Qingyun's eyes, which were still half-open and half-closed, suddenly opened as if they were a bit stubborn, and two sharp cold rays of light suddenly shot out, immediately blowing away the bent man. Ma Wang was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were split apart, and his soul was agitated.
Due to the huge shock in his mind, Ma Wang couldn't stop his upper body from wanting to stop, and fell headlong towards Qingyun. At the same time, Qingyun also grabbed the opponent's neck.
Immediately afterwards, a winding line of blood slowly appeared between Qingyun's eyebrows, shining erratically like the eye of the sky, as if it would open at any time, and the violent anger and killing intent around him made the horse shudder in a matter of seconds. Wang's mind was completely shaken from the tremor.
Immediately, something happened that made him even more frightened!
Ma Wang felt a strange suction suddenly coming from his strangled throat. The suction was hot and bloodthirsty, but nothing seemed to be washed out of him.
But for just a short moment, he felt as if he had aged dozens of years. When he wanted to resist, he found that he could not even lift his hands.
If there was a mirror now, Ma Wang would be very happy, because he was so smart that he guessed correctly again. He is indeed dozens of years older! From a relatively handsome young man, he has turned into a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, and this aging trend is still intensifying.
At this time, Ma Wang didn't know where he got the strength, and his wrinkled withered claws tightly grasped Qingyun's slender wrist, trying to remove the clutch that could suck his life away from his neck.
But what made his heart fall into the abyss again was that when he just raised the spiritual power in his body, he realized that his Dantian had become empty!
It turned out that he was so frightened that he didn't realize that all his spiritual power had been plundered by Qingyun. But behind this fright, Ma Wang calmed down quickly, and even said in his heart in a strange and absurd way:
"It's really weird. How can this kid hold his breath for such a long time? Could it be that he has already achieved internal circulation? This is impossible!"
In just a few dozen breaths, poor Ma Wang had transformed from a young man in his early twenties to a dying old man, with no spiritual power left.
After Qingyun felt like it was like a stone and could no longer absorb the vitality and spiritual power, he released his clutches and kicked the old horse several feet away.
Landing with a thud, Ma Wang immediately vomited several mouthfuls of bright red blood, but he ignored his shattered internal organs. Instead, he stared blankly at his withered hands like chicken feet, and murmured:
"What's going on? I must be dreaming...it must be..."
However, Qingyun had no time to take care of the hateful Ma Wang. He quickly closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in his body.
He pulled out the cold iron hairpin knife on his chest. Although the blood spurted out, it quickly slowed down at an extremely weird and terrifying speed, just like the mouth of a stream blocked by huge rocks.
If Ma Wang was still conscious enough at this time, he would be scared to death again.
Less than a hundred breaths later, Qingyun's blood stopped flowing, and the wound slowly healed after the bleeding stopped. I am afraid that in a few more hours, the gap that pierced the heart would be restored to its original state.
After absorbing the surging spiritual power in Ma Wang's body, Qingyun found that his cultivation level seemed to have improved a bit, and he had a vague feeling that he had reached the peak of the early stage of spiritual guidance. He couldn't help but secretly thought:
"The Qilin Devourer is really defiant. It can repair even a punctured heart. And the spiritual power of a late-stage spiritual guide monk actually made my cultivation reach the peak of the early stage spiritual guide! No wonder Xiaoqi said it was almost immortal before. I really don’t know how this Tianlong tortured it to death in the end.”
But if Xiao Qi is still awake now, he might be so angry at Qingyun's words. Of course, he doesn't have Qiqi yet.
Torturing the majestic Qilin spirit to death? If it hadn't been for the catastrophe of heaven and earth, there would have been no sure way for all the spirits to avoid this catastrophe. He didn't need to make dangerous moves because he wanted to eat the most powerful celestial dragon at that time.
He is indeed inferior to Tianlong, but it is not a problem at all to retreat every time he loses. If he had not died anyway, he would not have touched Tianlong's bad luck, and then in Qingyun's heart, he turned into being tortured alive. die.
However, although Qingyun sighed in his heart, he also felt a great pity. Because his previous guess was correct, the power of the Qilin Devour in his hands was indeed much inferior.
Not only did he fail to completely kill Ma Wang, but even when Ma Wang was injured and he succeeded in a sneak attack, he still failed to drain all his spiritual power and vitality.
