Zhang Qing's heart was unconsciously filled with bitterness: "I couldn't stop him from coming, and I couldn't stop him from leaving. I didn't even know until he left that he was my father."
"This is so strange, don't you think? What can stop a Demon Lord? He is obviously a Demon Lord, why didn't he kill anyone when he came here? Why is there still a small sect like Tianshan Sect? Spies exist, what do they want? And..."
"Qingqing." Yi Qusheng felt that her mood was wrong, so he interrupted her: "Don't think so much, it will arouse the inner demons."
Zhang Qing forced himself to stop thinking and closed his eyes, feeling a dull pain in his head.
Yi Qusheng climbed up to the roof from below, looked at Zhang Qing with some worry, and said softly: "Qingqing, the most important thing for a monk is peace of mind, I know that the things you said are indeed strange, but they have already happened, we can't Staying stuck in the past.”
Zhang Qing felt a warm hand on her shoulder, turned around and saw Yi Qusheng's worried face: "We have to pay more attention to what will happen in the future, and Su'er and Uncle Xiao are already discussing it, right? ?"
Zhang Qing curled up, buried his head in his knees, and said in a muffled voice: "Brother, I know, I just... I just really want to know what all this is about."
In the world of cultivation, it is understandable to encounter anything at any time. For example, the Demon Lord will appear at Tianshan Gate, and there will be spies at Tianshan Gate.
This could also happen in other sects, so she didn't have to worry about it. But the increasingly clear nightmare did not allow her to ignore these things.
They must be vaguely connected. This nightmare must be related to her lost memory. She doesn't want the scene in the dream to happen in reality.
She didn't want to either, holding that cold head.
Click...
Zhang Qing suddenly raised his head, his pupils tightened.
Something cracked in your brain?
At the same time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around her suddenly gathered towards Zhang Qing, violently entering her veins, and quickly forming a vortex around her.
"Junior sister!" Yi Qusheng was startled by this sudden turn of events. When he saw Zhang Qing stagnant in place, his expression suddenly changed.
Qingqing broke through! If you don't adjust your breath quickly when you break through, your meridians will be shattered by the spiritual energy!
Why is she in a daze? Is it possible that the inner demon has really entered the body?
Yi Qusheng forcibly put on a layer of protection for himself to prevent him from being squeezed away by the surging spiritual energy. He grabbed Zhang Qing's shoulders and began to shake them wildly. His voice was panicked and urgent: "Qingqing! Wake up! Now is not the time to be distracted!"
Suddenly, a sharp pain hit Yi Qusheng's mind. His face instantly turned pale, and the fingers gripping Zhang Qing's shoulders tightened involuntarily.
what happened? Qingqing's purple thunder was leaked? No, it’s not Zi Lei...
"Hmm!" Yi Qusheng couldn't help but twist his face. The pain in his brain took away all his strength, leaving him to hold on to Zhang Qing's shoulders to support his body. Cold sweat broke out from his forehead in large drops.
He knew that it was the slave contract that made him bear the pain for Zhang Qing...
As for the source of pain, it should be the seal in Qingqing's mind. Damn it, how could he forget this?
In the meeting hall, Xiao Yinpu was the first to react. He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the roof. A hint of surprise flashed in his gentle eyes: "Is that fourth disciple making a breakthrough? There is really a lot of movement."
Then he suddenly remembered something and his expression became serious.
If he remembered correctly, Jin Suer just said that this person named Zhang Qing had only been in the Immortal Sect for two months?
Jin Su'er also looked up, her round eyes full of questions: "Uncle, what happened?"
She was still in the stage of Qi training. She didn't have the spiritual consciousness like Xiao Yinpu and Yi Qusheng to extend out and sense, so she could only vaguely feel the spiritual energy gathering above her head.
Hidden Sword Pavilion.
The aura of heaven and earth around Ruan Ruibai paused for a moment, and he slowly opened his eyes with a complicated expression.
"Zhang Qing?" He turned to look in the direction of the meeting hall: "What kind of monsters are gathered at Tianshan Gate today..."
It didn't take long for Zhang Qing to catch up with him, and he didn't know whether his cultivation was solid or not.
That's all, in that case, he doesn't mind making the noise bigger.
Ruan Ruibai closed his eyes again and concentrated. The vortex of spiritual energy around him gradually expanded and began to resonate with the vortex in the conference hall on the top of the mountain.
Yi Qusheng pinched Zhang Qing's shoulders and watched helplessly as the spiritual energy around the two of them became more and more violent, so much so that the spiritual energy used to protect his body showed signs of being blown away.
Yi Qu's molars were almost broken after he was born, and he scolded Ruan Ruibai ninety-nine and eighty-one times in his heart.
This madman!
Can you join in the fun without any fun!
Do these two brats want to crush their senior brother? Don't overestimate the physical strength of a foundation-building tool cultivator!
Yi Qusheng no longer had the strength to run away. He was now lying in Zhang Qing's arms, hugging Zhang Qing's waist tightly to prevent him from being swept away by the whirlpool of his junior sister's spiritual energy.
Oh shit! He really didn’t want to take advantage of this advantage this time!
Zhang Qing's consciousness is within the sea.
A stream of bloody memories squeezed out from a crack, impacting Zhang Qing's newly gathered consciousness, causing the entire sea of consciousness to faintly tremble.
Her sea of consciousness was still unstable, so she could only grit her teeth and accept these memories.
Bloody sky, cold wind, ruins, heads...
Zhang Qing always thought that these things were a nightmare, but now it seems that they are a very real memory!
"Hahahahaha...that's just what a genius is!"
"No matter how talented you are, you won't be killed by our swords!"
"Where's that little girl and the swordsman?"
"Ruan Ruibai? His arm is broken and he's still running with that little girl!"
"Tsk! He can run away if he wants! Even if his senior brother is dead, he can't escape!"
The harsh, arrogant and domineering illusory voice continued to flow into the sea of consciousness, making Zhang Qing even more frightened. She felt her memory was confused and couldn't believe that these memories were experienced by herself...
The destruction of Tianshan Gate!
But, when did this happen, and how did she know this?
Outside the sea of consciousness, due to the resonance caused by Ruan Ruibai, the two resonances on the top of the mountain and on the mountainside attracted the attention of many disciples. They took advantage of the gathering of spiritual energy and meditated around them to begin to absorb it.
Tianshanmen is not a place rich in spiritual energy. How long will it take if I don’t practice now?
In the end, Jin Suer and Xiao Yinpu were unable to continue talking and went to the roof to rescue the pale-faced Yi Qusheng. The rabbit had already run away from Zhang Qing and into Xiao Yinpu's arms, scratching it with its two paws. His collar.
Hey, hey, Xiao Yinpu, I'm so scared, please put me in your arms and comfort me.
Yi Qusheng's head was still hurting from time to time, and a few fragments slipped by from time to time. Even with his huge spiritual consciousness, it was difficult to think.
"Brother, what's going on? Why did Qingqing suddenly start to break through?" Jin Su'er frowned, her big eyes full of worry: "Has she had an epiphany? Or..." The amnesia is gone.
Jin Suer realized that Xiao Yinpu was still listening and shut up in time.
Yi Qusheng took a few deep breaths to relieve the pain in his head, and gritted his teeth: "If you want to stop her, she is unconscious now..."
Xiao Yinpu and Jin Su'er both looked stagnant. No wonder the spiritual energy whirlpool was so big. She didn't suppress it and absorbed it at all!
Pfft...
As if to cater to everyone's thoughts, Zhang Qing's arm was cut open by the rotating spiritual energy, but there was no blood splattering as everyone expected.
At the wound, purple thunder flickered silently, repairing Zhang Qing's skin intact in the next moment.
