"Praise my true name and give you strength."
"Praise my true name and give you strength."
An obscure voice kept ringing in Mu Qing's ears.
It seems like a Sanskrit sound that has fallen from the void across time and space, or a whisper that has broken through layers of taboos and emerged from the depths of my heart.
The feeling of tearing and exploding in his chest was so real. Mu Qing's face was so painful that he covered his ears with his hands and acted wildly. He didn't realize that the seal in his spiritual fetus had been opened silently.
It seemed like the starlight fell to the ground in an instant, but Mu Qing knew that it actually came from a very far away place. Just like the sound that kept repeating at this moment, Mu Qing could feel that the being who spoke must be very far away from him. But it always echoes in my mind and heart.
Mu Qing didn't want to endure such a weird and abrupt sound anymore, and subconsciously responded in her heart: "What's your name?"
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Silence, sudden silence, that vicissitudes of sound came and stopped suddenly.
Mu Qing just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
A bolt of thunder suddenly exploded in his ears, and a terrifying image was projected directly into his sea of consciousness. The little spirit fetus entrenched in the center of his sea of consciousness had already opened his eyes.
These were a pair of eyes that made Mu Qing feel extremely depressing and unfamiliar. Cyan and purple thunder kept flashing in his eyes. Those eyes were looking up into the sky, as if they were facing him.
Mu Qing's hair stood on end. The spiritual fetus was originally a collection of his thoughts, in other words, it was himself. But at this moment, what made Mu Qing feel absurd and frightened was that he knew that it was not him, but there was nothing he could do about it. , can only watch " helplessly " in the sea of consciousness.
The thunder appeared again, and Mu Qing became a little numb. He felt that every time his spiritual fetus spoke a word, a thunder would suddenly rise in the sea of consciousness.
"I am Meng Zhang, praise my true name."
After these words, Mu Qing's sea of consciousness returned to calm, and his spirit fetus returned to sit in the center of the sea of consciousness.
In reality, it is just a few breaths.
In the distance, Chen Qing chopped off the iron sword that was attacking him with one palm. Just as he was about to step forward, another sword light came on behind him.
Chen Qing frowned slightly, feeling a little impatient. The person hiding in the dark is very patient and has not taken action until now. Could it be that the other party's goal is not in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers? But how is this possible.
The pressure was taken away by her disciple. Huaifenghua pursed her lips and backed away quickly with some difficulty.
Three feet away from the battlefield, Huaifenghua stood quietly, breathed out attentively, and recovered quickly, but her mind recalled some things together uncontrollably.
After learning from Shaoyao that half of the jade pendant belonged to Mu Qing, Huaifenghua would always leave Wanhua Valley every now and then.
As the fourth elder, she could easily obtain information about some children who were still in training from Hidden Valley.
Mu Qing, who was trapped in the swamp, who was lost in the poisonous miasma, who was sad and frightened because of the death of his companions, actually didn't know that behind him, there was a woman watching him silently. Many times he was in crisis, and... He almost couldn't help but take action, but he held back the tears.
So Huaifenghua believes more than anyone else that her sister and his son can become the best men in the world.
Thinking of this, Huaifenghua's whole body became much better.
Huai Fenghua knows her own situation best. In order to help Mu Qing, she had been forcibly moving her qi. She had already injured many meridians. What she needs most now is to stop being angry and feel at ease. Recuperate, it may take half a year to recover slowly.
But as long as she continues to choose to fight, she will approach death step by step.
But at this moment, Huai Fenghua was calm and calm in her heart, without the slightest thought of regret.
After Mu Qing killed Lei Dian and was able to seriously injure a master like the fisherman, Huaifenghua understood that as long as she could protect Mu Qing from being implicated in what happened today, Mu Qing would go a long way in the future. .
Therefore, the real purpose of Huai Fenghua is to exchange her own death for Mu Qing's worry-free life.
As for this thought, Huaifenghua believes that the surviving senior sister will definitely figure it out when she comes to the negotiating table. Because at that time, there would always be people talking about Lei Dian's death.
Chen Qing retained too much after his appearance. Except for Murong Xiuming, who was carefully capturing everyone's movements, Bai Hu, who was a little far away, kept staring in a certain direction.
Mu Qing, who stood quietly and said nothing, gave Bai Hu a feeling of palpitations that must be taken seriously.
Yes, it's heart palpitations.
White Tiger no longer left his thoughts to the hidden rat, but was concentrating on looking at Mu Qing.
Mu Qing wanted to open his eyes but couldn't. Reason told him that he was seriously injured and should have a good sleep. However, there was an extremely profound thought lingering in his mind: "Get mysterious power and destroy everything." All enemies that stand before you.”
"Meng..."
His jaw was extremely sore, and the tip of his tongue was burning as if there were needles pricking him. Mu Qing's thin lips muttered a word.
A mixture of golden and cyan aura came out of his body, starting from his chest and gradually spreading to his whole body. In the end, only the center of his eyebrows was not covered by this cyan-gold flow of light.
The spiritual mist at the tip of my nose also carries the smell of flowers and plants in the valley, very much like the dew, grass and fragrance that you can smell every morning when you open the door.
Huaifenghua's face was calm and she tried her best to slow down the loss of vitality. Suddenly, she raised her eyebrows and looked back with a sudden change in her expression.
"What's going on? I can't feel the breath of that little guy anymore..." Huaifenghua's eyes were full of fear, and her eyes were bright. After cutting through the fog of more than ten feet, she easily found Mu Qing's figure.
At this time, Mu Qing had his hands hanging by his side and was standing quietly with his head lowered.
Huaifenghua's eyes were filled with confusion. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the corner of her eye captured a scene that shocked her to the core.
A bright sword light, parallel to the ground, struck towards Mu Qing as if it was about to separate the sky and the earth.
The white tiger moved.
He changed his previous leisurely attitude and actually chose to sneak attack Mu Qing.
Huaifenghua stamped her foot and rushed to the rear to save him.
The white tiger's speed is getting faster and faster. Amidst the roaring wind, the snow-white sword energy rises into the sky, and the night fog becomes a bit colder with a solemn killing intent.
The white tiger held the sword in both hands, holding it horizontally at his side, and rushed towards Mu Qing in such a simple manner. Under the anxious gaze of Huai Fenghua, the white tiger moved astonishingly even if he didn't move. His whole body's energy flowed to the snow in his hand. The King's Sword actually merged into one body, which meant that the Snow King's Sword had become a part of Bai Hu's body at this moment.
This seemingly simple sword cuts across the waist, which already coincides with the truth of simplicity.
But at this time, Mu Qing still lowered his head, showing no intention of avoiding.
Huaifenghua's silver teeth bit her slender lips, but she ran towards Mu Qing with all her life lost, but still could only follow behind Bai Hu. The Huaifenghua assassin was extremely frightened and shouted desperately: "Be careful!"
There was a cold metallic breath coming straight towards Mu Qing before he could finish the last word.
A surge of offended anger preceded rational judgment and took over Mu Qing's mind uncontrollably.
At this moment, Mu Qing's eyebrows were still not covered by the green-gold light, but he had already taken a step forward.
With an extremely crazy howl, Mu Qing raised his head, his energy suddenly surged, and there seemed to be thunder in his eyes.
Bai Hu, who had already rushed forward, was the first to bear the brunt and was locked by an arrogant and domineering energy. He looked at the scene of Mu Qing going crazy, and his face was so gloomy that he almost shed tears.
He had no intention of retreating or changing, and his fighting spirit and sword intent turned into his strongest move, slashing directly towards Mu Qing.
"Ding——" Mu Qingqu raised his fingers and flicked on the Snow King Sword.
The sword energy soared into the sky and thunder roared.
Everyone in the distance was attracted by the movement here.
The Snow King Sword, which moved forward inexorably, dragged out a dazzling snow-white sword light, which hit Mu Qing's finger. It retreated, hit again, and so on. I don't know how many times it hit in this short moment.
The bright cyan thunder lingered between Mu Qing's fingers, and the thunder exploded as many times as the Snow King sword struck.
Sword light and thunder light collided together, cyan and white intertwined, and everyone's eyes were blurred. After they closed their eyes and opened them again, before they had time to confirm the situation, they were stimulated by the series of "ding ding" explosions. His eardrums were swollen, and he subconsciously lowered his head and covered his ears.
Except for Mu Qing and Bai Hu, there was only one person who managed to hold on without any evasion.
Huaifenghua's eyes and ears were dripping with blood, but she still rushed towards the center of the battle desperately.
The Snow King Sword is still extremely sharp, and its blade is so clean that it can be used as a narrow mirror.
The white tiger's hands and jaws were burnt to pieces, and the white bones of his hands were exposed. The blue thunder exploded and then struck arbitrarily. His upper body clothes were completely shattered, and there were burnt black scars on his exposed arms and chest.
The scar was an inch deep, and none of the flesh and blood exposed to the air was intact, and all of it smelled like burnt hair.
But despite such a tragic situation, Bai Hu always held the Snow King Sword in his hand steadily.
The greenish-golden light all over Mu Qing's body had faded a lot, but his fingers did not leave any scratches after the collision with the Snow King Sword.
But Huaifenghua is still extremely scared, because Baihu's immersive state at this time gives people the terrifying feeling of truly ascending the sword, which is something that countless swordsmen may never appreciate in their entire lives, the real "sword in hand" , the state in which man and sword become one.
At this moment, Mu Qing moved first. His eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes to look at Bai Hu. His eyes were less crazy and more solemn and fearful.
But looking at Huaifenghua rushing towards this side from behind the white tiger, Mu Qing had no intention of retreating.
The blue-gold streamer flashes endlessly, the thunder rumbles, and the sword intent heats up.
Mu Qing shouted loudly, used the dagger in his hand as a medium, gathered the power of thunder, performed the method of Lihuo, and stabbed the white tiger in the head with one move of Lihuo Poling.
