"Ancestor, what does it mean to risk death and survive?" Qin Xuan asked anxiously.
The ancestor of the Qin family stood up and walked slowly around the two Qin Xuan.
"The other you is not someone pretending to be you, but the result of some kind of magic. It can be said that you created the second Qin Xuan in the world."
"So, this is essentially a fight between you and yourself. If you can defeat yourself and break through yourself, then the magic will be defeated by itself."
"Of course, this method has risks - the other one you may break through first."
The ancestor of the Qin family stopped and stood with his back to Qin Xuan, "You can also choose to wait and see what happens. The spell has a time limit. Once the time limit is up, it will be broken. However, I can't guess how long the time limit is. .”
Qin Xuan fell into silence, they lowered their heads, their cheeks were tense, and blue veins popped out on their foreheads.
Shao Qing, the two of them raised their heads at the same time and looked at each other.
"Do you dare to fight to the death with me?"
"Why don't you dare?"
…
In the practice room, Qin Xinyao took a pill and released its power into the meridians in her body.
Jing Yingrong separated a ray of consciousness into Qin Xinyao's body and guided her spiritual power to operate on a new route.
After completing two cycles, Qin Xinyao opened her eyes and asked in surprise: "Sister Jing, what kind of technique is this? The cultivation efficiency is so high!"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't know. Look...others practice like this."
She did not name the man.
Qin Xinyao shrugged: "Well, it doesn't matter what you call it, as long as it works."
Qin Xinyao began to practice with the new technique. The surrounding spiritual energy was continuously attracted, forming a small spiritual energy vortex above her head, with the funnel-shaped bottom of the vortex leading directly to her heavenly spirit.
Jing Yingrong stared at the spiritual energy vortex for a short while. She stretched out a hand and gently stirred the vortex with her fingers.
The vortex grew larger and larger, and the speed of spiritual energy gathering increased rapidly.
She removed her hand, and a wisp of aura came out from her fingertips, sketching it casually in the air.
She didn't deliberately depict anything, but gradually, the lines formed by the aura gradually formed a face.
Jing Yingrong looked at that familiar face, her long eyelashes were quivering like butterfly wings, and her empty eyes seemed to be filled with something.
Qin Xinyao was immersed in the comfort of her rapid growth, but unexpectedly, someone knocked on the courtyard door at this time.
The banging of the courtyard door was clearly audible even in the room.
Jing Yingrong was unmoved, but Qin Xinyao interrupted her practice unbearably.
Qin Xinyao stared at the door fiercely, gritted her teeth and said, "It's that bitch again!"
She stood up and walked out angrily. Suddenly she remembered something, turned to face the mirror and said, "Sister Jing, you don't have to come forward, just wait for me."
Jing Yingrong nodded: "Yes."
She really doesn't have to show up.
The terrifying consciousness effortlessly reflects everything outside into the sea of consciousness.
A charming and beautiful woman stood outside the door, followed by several bodyguards.
The woman and Qin Xinyao were talking, and they were tit for tat, both aggressive. Qin Xinyao's eyes were cold, but there was a fire burning underneath. The woman's sweet voice was sweet, with a fierce look in the corner of her eyes.
Jing Yingrong "watched" calmly.
Qin Xinyao's momentum was fierce. Although the women's side had a large number of people, they were gradually at a disadvantage due to the absolute suppression of their cultivation.
Seeing that the woman couldn't please him, she sneered and walked away.
When Qin Xinyao came back, the anger was still on her face.
Jing Yingrong said coldly: "You hate her."
After Qin Xinyao was stunned for a moment, her angry expression gradually turned ferocious: "Yes, I hate her. She is the culprit who killed my mother."
Jing Yingrong: "Why?"
"Jealous, she is jealous of my mother's position as the head wife. Huh, that man is the wife of a bride. Even if my mother dies, she will never be able to ascend to the palace of elegance!"
Jing Yingrong had no expression, but Qin Xinyao felt that she was confused.
She sighed and said, "Sister Jing, I can't explain this kind of thing to you in just a few words."
Jing Yingrong nodded and said: "You are in a turbulent state of mind now and are not suitable for cultivation."
Qin Xinyao bit her lower lip and said, "Yeah, I don't want to go crazy yet. Let's go out for a walk."
…
As soon as Qin Jianming returned to the Qin family mansion, he learned that the two Qin Xuan were going to fight to the death.
"Xuan'er, are you crazy?!"
Qin Jianming was furious and roared regardless of the presence of the ancestor of the Qin family.
One of them, Qin Xuan, said: "Dad, the child is indeed going crazy."
Another said: "My child can't bear to share with others what should be mine. Dad, you and your mother only have one son. My child's Taoist companion can only love one person. The Qin family can only have one Qin Xuan. In this world, , there can only be one Qin Xuan!"
Qin Jianming was stunned on the spot.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again. His anger had subsided, leaving only a look of deep exhaustion.
"Okay, okay, just... it's up to you."
…
After Qin Xinyao walked out of the hospital, she found that many people in the mansion were walking hurriedly in one direction.
She stopped a person casually and asked, "Excuse me, what happened?"
"You don't know? Qin Xuan is going to fight to the death with himself, right over at the competition ground. I won't tell you, I have to hurry up and get a good position."
The man said as he ran away.
Qin Xinyao raised the corner of her mouth, "A battle of life and death? Haha, that bitch came by chance this time, otherwise I would have missed this good show. Sister Jing, if they are essentially the same person, will they never be able to tell the winner? ?”
"Won't."
"Why? Is there a difference in strength?"
Jing Yingrong's voice floated faintly in her ears: "People have different thoughts. The same person, the same time, the same environment, the difference in thoughts, the results are vastly different."
Qin Xinyao's heart swayed.
"In other words, it is possible for him to defeat himself or even kill himself?"
"Um."
"Then what happens if the one who wins and survives in the end is fake?"
This time, Jing Yingrong did not answer immediately. After a brief silence, her voice sounded again:
"It's true or false, the outcome is the same."
…
The Qin family's martial arts competition ground.
On the stage, two Qin Xuan stood opposite each other; under the stage, the crowd was packed to the rafters.
The ancestor of the Qin family and all the elders of the Qin family were standing upstairs. The majestic voice of the ancestor spread throughout the audience: "The battle of life and death begins, no one is allowed to interfere in the battle, regardless of life or death, the battle will never end. Qin Xuan, have you decided?"
"I've made up my mind!"
They both replied at the same time, their words categorical.
"Then let's get started."
Hearing the voice of the ancestor of the Qin family announcing the start of the battle, the two Qin Xuan on the stage both sacrificed their magic weapons, transformed into the afterimage of the wind, and started fighting.
Qin Xinyao was crowded in the crowd. She glanced at the two identical people on the stage with red eyes. She moved her eyes upward and saw Qin Jianming upstairs who looked worried.
Her petal-like lips curved in an expectant and joyful arc.
