Unexamined.
Qin Changsheng didn't know who he was at this time, and he didn't know what he was going to do.
There was only one thought in his mind.
kill!
Kill everyone here.
Devour their flesh and blood.
Qin Changsheng's figure was like a ghost, and he began to wander around the chess game of heaven and earth uncontrollably.
He came behind the inner gate of the Temple of Destiny where he was fighting Ying Shuixian, and swung his sword.
The inner door of the Temple of Destiny raised his hand and knocked Qin Changsheng away.
Qin Changsheng was fearless and continued to charge.
Wang Teng looked at Qin Changsheng's appearance and frowned.
He knew that if Qin Changsheng was allowed to continue to fall, he might stay like this forever.
A genius falls, and a talented monster rises.
This matter is not good news for either the Tailing World or the Eternal Immortal Palace.
Wang Teng looked at Guang Guang and said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Guang Guang, please help my junior brother recover."
Guang Guang raised his eyelids, his face expressionless.
"Mercy, Senior Brother Wang, please forgive me. If I am not a junior monk, I will not help you. If my junior monk is like this, there is nothing I can do for you."
Wang Teng's face darkened.
How could he believe Guangming's words? The other party was obviously relying on the fact that he held Buddhist scriptures and was preparing to raise the price.
Normally, the life and death of ordinary outer disciples had nothing to do with him.
But Qin Changsheng was different.
Let’s not talk about the identities of the disciples of the two halls.
Just talking about his performance in the Tailing Realm is enough to prove that Qin Changsheng is a person worth cultivating.
He didn't want to die without saving his life.
Wang Teng looked at Guangming coldly and said, "Whatever you want, just say it."
There was a look of surprise in Guang Guang's eyes.
He looked at Qin Changsheng thoughtfully, pondered for a moment, and said, "Half of the gains from the Eternal Immortal Palace."
"Can!"
Wang Teng waved his hand and threw the fourteen bloodline roots directly over without even blinking.
Ying Shuixian and Tantai Feiyun didn't say much.
After all, both of them also care about Qin Changsheng.
Guang Guang opened his mouth and swallowed fourteen bloodline roots, then jumped up and came to Qin Changsheng's side.
"sit down!"
The power of the Great Perfection of the Emperor of Light explodes.
He directly pinned the crazy Qin Changsheng to the spot.
Guang Guang sat on Qin Changsheng's body, clasped his hands together, and golden streams of light appeared around his body, with Buddhist scriptures flowing inside.
The scriptures poured into Qin Changsheng's body.
Qin Changsheng let out a painful howl, brandishing the Greedy Wolf Sword wrapped in Shura armor, and struck Guang Guang's body continuously.
However, Fudo Myooh, who had already turned on the light, naturally ignored this level of attack.
More and more scriptures poured into Qin Changsheng's body.
Gradually, the frequency of his sword dancing slowed down and his breathing became much smoother.
After an unknown amount of time, a layer of sweat formed on the tip of Guangzhao's nose, and Qin Changsheng finally calmed down.
A purring sound came from his mouth.
The madness and violence in his eyes gradually dissipated, and clarity returned.
Qin Changsheng's eyes flashed with confusion, then his head tilted and he passed out.
Guang Guang stood up staggeringly, his feet so weak that he almost couldn't stand.
He looked at Qin Changsheng with some fear.
He didn't expect that this small period of Holy Sainthood could actually load him so much that his body was almost empty.
Guangming looked deeply at Qin Changsheng and secretly said it was a pity.
Then he turned around and said to Wang Teng.
"Fortunately, I live up to my fate!"
Wang Teng waved, and Qin Changsheng flew up and landed at his feet.
On the other side, Tantai Feiyun and Ying Shuixian saw that Qin Changsheng was fine. They all breathed a sigh of relief and began to seriously fight with their opponents.
…
Qin Changsheng had a dream.
Very long.
The dream was very confusing and sinister at first.
Later, a little golden light appeared on his body, sorting out his chaotic dream. Only then did Qin Changsheng realize what kind of dream he had.
Moreover, he saw the Ye family in his dream.
Of course it's from Ye Jianhong's perspective.
In the clear water pool, Ye Jianhong hummed a nursery rhyme and caressed her skin lovingly.
She looked at her face reflected in the water and fell into obsession.
"How can I be so beautiful!"
Qin Changsheng: "..."
Unexpectedly, the cold-blooded number one genius of the Ye family turned out to be a narcissist.
Ye Jianhong looked at his face for a while, then slowly walked out of the pool.
The sight of smooth and fair skin made Qin Changsheng’s eyes go straight.
I have to say that Ye Jianhong's figure is still good.
It should be convex, and it should be curved.
There is an ugly scar on the flat lower abdomen, in the ravine of the vest line, with a black horn in it. It is this scene that destroys the beauty.
Of course Qin Changsheng knew who did this.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have Ye Jianhong's perspective.
Ye Jianhong dressed and tied her hair, and then came to the front yard of Ye's house.
Along the way, the Ye family's servants and maids all looked respectful and respectful when they saw Ye Jianhong.
Ye Jianhong came to the Foreign Affairs Hall with her proud head raised.
When a man who looked like a housekeeper saw Ye Jianhong, he immediately showed a flattering smile and walked up to Ye Jianhong.
"Miss Hong, the person you are looking for has been found."
Ye Jianhongliu raised his eyebrows, quite surprised: "Where did she go?"
The housekeeper said: "Since Ying Tianqing left the Ying family, she went all the way north to the far north, and then she became anonymous and joined a small local sect. Ying Tianqing stayed in that small sect for a year, and then Once again, she went deep into the glacial abyss of the far north. She just came out not long ago, but she seemed to be much improved in strength."
"To what extent?"
Ye Jianhong asked in surprise.
The butler hesitated for a moment and said, "The pinnacle of the Holy Saint."
"What?" Ye Jianhong never expected that Ying Tianqing, who was originally only in the Saint realm, would actually reach the peak of Sainthood in such a short period of time.
The root of all this probably lies in the glacial abyss.
A trace of curiosity flashed in Ye Jianhong's eyes, and then she waved her hand: "Go down."
She returned to her room, stood in front of the tall mirror, lifted her dress, and touched the scar on her lower abdomen.
"Qin Changsheng, I have found your old sweetheart. I must get back what you brought to me in her body."
After saying that, Ye Jianhong packed up his things and headed straight to the far north.
Seeing this, Qin Changsheng withdrew his gaze.
There's nothing to see on the road.
He touched his chin and smiled: "You are already at the peak of the Holy Saint. It seems that you have a lot of opportunities. Is this a blessing in disguise?"
Just when Qin Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a strong pull.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Changsheng opened his eyes and jumped up from the bed.
He found himself in an antique room and was suddenly at a loss.
"Shouldn't I be in the Chess Game of Heaven and Earth? Why am I here?"
At this time, the room door opened.
A plump figure in palace clothes walked in carrying a tray.
When she saw Qin Changsheng, her face lit up.
"Junior Brother Qin, you wake up!"
